The night was quiet, there was a full moon and I was alone on the beach. I found a pair of small dunes that mad a perfect little sand recliner. There was just barely a breeze and not a cloud in the sky. I sat down drank a sip of water tighten the cap and placed the bottle behind me. I loved to come here at night. I might find another beach goer or two but usually had the place to myself. I listened to the gentle lap of the waves against the shore. It was almost like the tic toc of a grandfather's clock in an empty house. As I let stress of the day seep away I found myself beginning to relax and I decided to focus my thoughts on more pleasant things. I reached back finding my water drank another sip closing it back up I let my mind wander aimlessly a bit.....
I laid on my back and thought about Melissa. She has the sweetest smile you would ever see, and you would see it because she gives it out to everyone. She has no prejudices. Everyone in her eyes has equal value. She is gorgeous, one of those women who does not even realize how beautiful she is. She is not of the character of being hot and sensual. She has a nice body but does not flaunt it. She is not one for flare with skimpy outfits or tattoos but she is like the homey sweet girl next door who would run out in the rain to save you from getting wet. Its a matter of attitude along with physical bea......
My thoughts are interrupted by the arrival of another solitary beach lover. It is a beautiful woman in what appears to be a white bath robe. She is either a redhead or blond because her hair is aglow. She scans the beach for a minute and then approaches the shoreline. She stands there for a few minutes as though she is basking in the moon light. She once more scans the beach. I guess she doe not realize that I am here because when she is finished she tosses a beach towel on the ground and disrobes. She is naked and for a brief moment my eyes are privileged to witness a rare beauty. In contrast to Melissa this girl is a hottie of hotties. She walks out into the surf and then dives head long into the chilly water. It is not a cold night but the water is cold. I watch as she swims disappearing under the relatively calm sea reappearing from time to time. I try to focus on what I had seen. Her breast were perfect and as she turned, the moonlight caressed her so as to reveal that she was shaven. She could pose in any men's magazine. I believe if Hue Hefner was here right now he would claim her playmate of the century.
Her abs were flat with a bit of definition and the contour of her pelvis was femininely defined by her petite frame. She was not anorexic but the subtle undertones of her ribs were just visible. I could see Divinchi using her as a model. Her proportions were perfect. Her legs were lean and long but not overly so. Her hips are the hips that every guy dreams about having wrapped around him lean, tight, and sculpted. I could not see the details but I could see several tattoos on her. One on her lower back one on her lower belly and one on her left leg. I also could not make out the details of her face but I had to believe that she was a knock out. It dawns on me that she has been under water for some time now. I began to scan the surf for any disturbance to indicate that she is OK. Nothing, the full moon has lit the top of the water like a thousand little lights and I see no oddities to it's pulse. The water is quite serene with its rhythm and so I do not think she could have been taken by an undertow. Fear begins to swell within me. What about a shark? I read somewhere that most attacks happen in less than three foot of water. I jump to my feet and race to the edge of the surf. Looking up and down the beach, I stare intently and with each passing gaze for a little break in the water hoping she will rise. My heart is pounding and can hear it in my ears. I have witnessed death without even being aware of its ugly presence. I am almost moved to tears. I didn't even know her but to have been the last to see her alive rends my heart.
I frantically begin to search the water. No more looking for a diva but the unmasking of a shark fin announcing its presence. My broken spirit begins to boil as I vow to have its carcass on display. I swear to Thee Sweet Lady I will take the beast and that I will not let your passing go unnoticed. Then I see it. The shadow of its dorsal fin rises out of the water as if to mock me. My hatred swells in my heart. I have nothing to capture it with but I am determined I will catch it. Just then however it begins to change shape . It's no longer a shark but the silhouette of a woman's head rising up from below the surface. My body had been surging with adrenalin due to fear and anger and I should have been able to take cover but I remained motionless. I watched as though I was the helpless prey before it's predator. She was headed straight for me and though she was too far for me to see her face I knew that she was looking right at me. Her shoulders were now above the surface and I watched in terror and awe as her breast became visible. Her body coated with the sea shimmered in the moonlight. Her skin a creamy complexion was in stark contrast with her nipples that looked as though they were almost black. As her hips came into view I was transfixed and unable to take my eyes off her. She never changed her pace nor did she try and hide her nakedness. The tattoo on her lower belly was that of a dragon. Its head held high, its wings spread open wide and its tail looping below.
As she approached me she was gazing into my eyes. She was smiling but I would associate it as a predatory smile. Like the cat that has cornered a mouse. Not because the cat is hungry but rather because it is a cat and it found something to play with. I thought like a poor trapped mouse. If she tires of me before she gets hungry I might survive. Then as if she knows what I am thinking, she turns her head slightly without taking her eyes off mine and licks her lips. It was most intense erotic and seductive thing I ever seen a woman do. I was instantly aroused and I was so hard that my cock is in burning hot pain being constricted by my clothes. She stands there a moment as if sizing me up and I realize that my heart is pounding ninety miles and hour and I am panting like I just ran a marathon. She takes a step near me and places her right hand on my left shoulder. At the same time she places her left hand over my crotch. She give a gentle squeeze and even with the clothes on I can tell her nails are razor sharp. I then realize that she also squeezed my shoulder and she is gently rubbing it. She lets the embrace our eyes go and closes hers as she leans near to my neck. I wondered for a moment if she might be a vampire and I was about to be bitten. It would explain why I was unable to move as she returned to the beach. She does not take a bite but instead begins to take deep breaths inhaling slowly. It takes me a moment but I realize she is breathing in my essence. Again this is highly erotic. She is purposely inhaling my scent. I notice after a few minutes I too begin to match her as my short rapid breathing begins to favor the slow deep inhalations. As our bodies exchange pheromones I am also no longer feeling the need to bolt like the frightened prey but I am now relaxed as though she gave me a sedative.