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Out of the three of us, I ended up being the only one who could take off early from work that Thursday, as well as take off the whole next day, to pick up the keys to our shore rental. It meant I'd be down there for a full day without Rob and Jim but that ended up being extremely fortuitous. We'd rented the place for a couple of weeks and, for whatever reason, were able to get in on a Thursday rather than a Saturday or Sunday. Fortunately, my job was flexible enough that I could take off early that Thursday to pick up the keys so I went ahead and took Friday off, too, so I could start my vacation early. I figured it didn't make sense to drive down to pick up the keys then go back to work for one last day then drive back down again. My momma didn't raise no dummies.
The way that it ended up being fortuitous was that, on Friday morning, after a good, peaceful night of sleep, when I was considering how to spend my first full day of vacation, I happened to take a look at Facebook. What caught my eye was a photo on my News Feed taken on a beach that made me think, "I could've taken that" with a smile on my face. Looking closer, it turned out that I literally could have taken it because it was tagged with the location which turned out to be the exact town I was in. The next thing I noted was who had taken and posted the photo: Carmen.
I'd known Carmen as far back as elementary school though I wouldn't say we were ever really close friends. She had been a year ahead of me and I don't know that I could recall ever seeing her again once she'd left for college. It really wasn't a surprise that we ended up in the same seaside resort community and, though I have many issues with Facebook, this was one of the times that I actually could appreciate it. Before I thought too much about it, I shot Carmen a message letting her know that I was nearby and asking if she'd be interested in meeting somewhere to catch up. The next thing I did was go to her photo albums and confirm my initial recollection about her, which was that she was cute and had a nice figure. I also saw that she had a young son which, while it didn't change my desire to catch up, did make me reconsider any potential to explore that body.
Before I'd made it very far through her photos, I received a response to my message asking where I was and if I was on the beach. Not wanting to appear to anxious, though I absolutely did still want to see her in a swimsuit, I looked through a few more photos then sent a reply that I was getting ready to head there and asking if she minded if I came to find her. I set my phone down and did a quick sunscreen application before jumping into my swim trunks and grabbing my towel. Other than that, I figured a bottle of water would be good along with my phone, keys and sunglasses. Her reply was waiting when I picked up my phone again with the cross street where she was on the beach. I took a quick look at a local map, determined that it was only a few blocks away, then told her I'd see her soon and headed out the door.
One of the things that really struck me about Carmen, not just that morning but as far back as when I'd first accepted her friend request on Facebook, was that she really appeared to have blossomed since high school. What I remembered of her from back then was that she was dark skinned and dark haired, not unattractive but not somebody who probably turned a lot of heads. She was in the band and had a lot of friends but we didn't really run with the same crowd back then. In fact, I didn't know her well enough to even know what her ethnicity was, although her parents were very white, so I assumed she'd been adopted.
Now, though, she had long, blonde hair and while I was well aware that it was not her natural hair color, it really worked for her. I couldn't have said what her figure was like back in high school but I could tell in the photos that she had posted, though they weren't revealing, that she looked very fit and her tits looked nice. I was trying not to think as I walked along the beach that dark skin would mean dark nipples and dyed blonde hair might mean a hairless pussy. Not only did I need to avoid these thoughts because I assumed she was married but also because walking along the beach while pitching a tent in my swimsuit was probably not a good idea.
Of course as I was walking along the beach thinking about Carmen, I was also noticing all of the other hotties that were out and about. The funny thing is that, when I spotted Carmen, I didn't realize it was even her at first; I was just thinking that there was another hottie. When I got a better look and realized that it was her, I actually stopped momentarily in my tracks and just stared for a moment. I collected myself before she noticed and headed toward her, wondering momentarily if she'd checked my photos on Facebook so she'd recognize me. I didn't wear my hair long like I had back in high school but I also no longer had the scrawny physique of a cross-country runner. I was in good enough shape that I was comfortable approaching her without having my shirt on. She was wearing a fairly modest two-piece swimsuit that showed her figure quite well but didn't reveal too much.
"Carmen," I said, since she hadn't seen me approach. She turned and broke into a big smile, which was another thing I'd noticed in her photos -- she really had a great smile. She didn't hug me but I did notice, since she wasn't wearing sunglasses, that she gave my physique the once over.
"Hey, look at you," she said, "I don't know that I would have recognized you. No more long hair."
"Yeah, well they seem to frown upon it in the corporate world," I replied, "but it looks like somebody now has my blonde locks."
"Ha, yeah I do, don't I?" she replied, "Well, sometimes a drastic change is in order."
"I like it," I told her, "I think it really suits you."
"Do you remember my mom?" she asked after contemplating what I'd just said for a moment.
"Actually, no I don't," I confessed, as I reached out to shake her hand, "although I assume we met at some point during all of the years that Carmen and I were in school together."
"Maybe," her mom replied, "but parents always seem to know more about who their kids are going to school with than the kids know about the parents. It's nice to see you."
