I wasn't even supposed to be out there on the beach, I had planned on spending the day fishing miles away at a river I liked.
It would be cooler there, it was hotter than the hubs of hell already and there were no signs of it letting up.
I had just thrown my tackle box and a couple of fishing rods into the back of my beat up Suburu when the phone rang. It was Terry, a friend of mine. I liked him in an odd way, he was always trying to drag me to places I didn't want to go. I would resist but that doesn't work with him, he manages to sidestep everything I say and I end up at some stupid ball game or party somewhere.
But I also always end up having fun, so it's not too bad. He calls me a "stick in the mud" and I guess it's true, I like being out by myself, it's peaceful.
"Yea, come on. There are women everywhere!" He said, like I gave a shit. I had had a girlfriend named Tami but I came by her place one day to find her on her back, legs in the air and my other buddy Roy Hill's cock stuck in her.
That kinda ended that. Roy and I had a little set to about it. I could understand maybe a stranger but he claimed to be my bud. So we knocked some hide off of each other, I don't know for sure who won but he looked like shit afterwards.
Well, I guess I looked like shit, too.
Of course Tami went into the "I'm sorry!" and "It just happened!" complete with honest to God real tears streaming down her face.
I think she liked my z06 Corvette and the fact I pulled down around 100G a year.
I told her to take a fucking walk.
Now here was Terry bugging the shit out of me to go sweat on some goddamned beach, get sunburned, and sand up my ass in the hopes of meeting another stupid cheating broad?
No way in hell!
We took my z06 Corvette, it wasn't a long drive, maybe 30 miles. We had 2 six packs in a little cooler, some blankets and a radio, that was about all that would fit in the trunk. I rolled down the windows, turned the air conditioning up to max, let the cool air blow past us and out. Bob Segar was wailing away on the CD player as I rolled out onto the freeway and ran her up to 75 mph.
Heads turned to look at us as we rolled into the parking lot, my z06 is always close to Concours show quality, it gets attention. Getting out of the car, the hot air hit me like a damned blast furnace, I wanted to get right back into the car and go home.
But Terry grabbed the cooler and blankets and was already headed down the stone walkway to the beach, so I sighed and tagged along.
We found a spot that wasn't covered up by arms, legs, and snotty little kids running back and forth and generally raising hell.
Quite a few of the women were topless, it seems to be getting more and more normal on beaches. Hell, just 10 years or so ago if some gal bared her tits on the beach all hell would break loose unless it was a nude beach.
Now they were everywhere, and there were quite a few that would be better off keeping something on.
One gal was sitting on a blanket maybe ten feet away, she was packing a good half dozen Thanksgiving dinners extra and had a huge set of saggy boobs. She seemed proud of them, too, she kept arching her back and pointing them our direction to see if we noticed.
Terry and I pretended to be blind.
I was starting to sunburn, of course Terry had no sunscreen and sported a pretty fair tan already. I was damn near a virgin to the Sun, my snow white ass was going to be pink and peeling if I didn't do something.
So I hopped up and headed down the beach to see if I could maybe borrow some. I hadn't gone more than 200 feet when I spotted this girl sitting on a blanket all by herself. I looked around for the over muscled male protector, not wanting to get the proverbial sand kicked in my face.
I didn't see one, so I headed her way. Besides, I can outrun damn near anyone on the planet.
"Hey!" I said, brightly. Great opening line, huh?
"Hey, back!" she said, looking up with a smile.
That was encouraging, at least I didn't get the usual, "Get lost asshole!"
"I was hoping you had some sunscree...." my voice trailed off as I took a closer look.
She was sitting with her legs folded under her fanny. Her body was slim, muscular like she must work out constantly. Her hair was straight, falling down just past her shoulders. The top of her suit seemed to barely contain her breasts. Now some gals look like they are shoved up and out, and some look round and high, almost not normal. Her suit had two simple straps over her shoulders, the cups of the top looked like her breasts simply sat in them, best as I can explain that.
Natural, normal. None of this pasted on look I hate.
I guess I stood there with a nice bright smile on my face for a full 30 seconds, at least I didn't drool.
Well, I don't think I did.
"Yes, I see you are burning. Sit down!" It was a command.
I sat down, she squirted some lotion into her hands and began to spread it on my shoulders. I just sat there. She spread it over my stomach, told me to roll over. Down my back, my legs, she even lifted the edge of my suit and went an inch or so inside the top of it. I was stretched out thinking of the way she looked, thin facial features, nose a bit peaked, nice high cheekbones.
Sweet flare of her hips, voice like a melody, I almost dozed off.
"Hey!" she said, patting my shoulders.
I sat up.
"Thanks!" I started to get up. I never was very good at going to the next step with women, somehow it always seemed like they were the ones to do that. I would try but then I would be sure my nose was running or my tongue would stick to the roof of my mouth and I would sound stupid.
Either that or I would be sure my breath would knock a Mexican that just ate a purple pepper Fajita flat on his fanny.
She just smiled. I started to head back to Terry, but I was hesitating, waiting for something, some opening.
Too fucking stupid to realize she had just had her hands all over me.
Where was the "What's your name?" "What do YOU do?" "My name is Dan."
Good grief.
"SMILE, stupid!", I thought.
I cleverly stood there looking at her, and I cleverly realized I was getting a boner right in front of her.
"Cool move, idiot!" I thought, turning my back just in time.
"I'm Sara." she said.
"Dan. Hey, thanks."
"Well?"
"Well, what?" Another clever reply.
"Aren't you going to ask me for my phone number?" She grinned and made the beach seem suddenly too bright.
"Oh. Yes. I..sure. Got a pencil?"
I looked down at her hands, holding a note pad and pencil.
"I see you do..Uhhh." I gave her my phone number, she wrote it down, then tore off the top sheet and handed it to me with hers.
"Thanks!" I headed back up the beach. Terry was yapping away at some bimbo with fake hair, fake boobs, and a fake tan, so I plopped down on the blanket and popped a beer. I waited for him to strike out which he did right on schedule, he plopped down, too.
"Where did ya get the sunscreen?" He asked.
I told him about meeting Sara, of course he had to go check this out even though I told him to leave her alone.
So I watched as he ambled down the beach pretending to look at the seagulls and the sky. Terry and Sara seemed to be talking when he finally got real close, then he came back down the beach and sat back down.
He didn't say much after that, we just watched the women running around, boobs flopping everywhere. One thing I know, spend just one day at a typical family beach and you will know why women wear bras.
Finally we had had it, Terry was scoring about average with the ladies, zero like normal. We got in the Vette and headed out.
"Isn't she cute?" I said, absentmindedly, my mind on Sara.
"Who?"
"Sara."
"The one down the beach? Are you nuts?"
"What do you mean, nuts?"
"Hell, her behind is big as a barn, her nose could be used to chop wood, she has a gap in her teeth and one tit is bigger than the other!"
"Oh, bullshit!" I yelled at him, thinking of the smile she had given me.
"No bullshit, you are out of your fucking mind, that one is a dog!"
I swerved off the freeway and pegged the brakes so hard the seatbelts yanked us both back into the seats.
"Goddam it, she is cute!" I glared at him.
Terry shut up, he knows me pretty well and when I get that tone it's best to not push. He just waved his hand, I popped the clutch and hit 6 grand in the first three gears. By the time we got back to Terry's place I was wondering why I even got upset.
"Hey, come on in, I can call Jen." Terry said.
Jen is a gal who can suck the cob right out of an ear of corn and leave the kernals, and she loves to do it. But she is also a bit of a tank and I wasn't in the mood.
"Naw, I am heading home."
