High summer is the time to sail the Spanish coast. She's a beautiful boat. Forty foot sloop rigged with all the aids for sailing and navigating alone. Boat cost 4 times by the time I was done. Had some custom interior work done. Business these days is all online. I can afford the best in satellite tech. What face to face business needs doing can best be done from a small boat offshore.
Like a lot of "businessmen" I worked hard to "make my bones" when I was young. Stealing that actual reference but then again I've stolen before. These days I'm not likely to get my hands dirty let alone wet. I even fly the skull and crossbones from the masthead. Not being in any hurry, I anchor most nights a couple hundred meters off the beach. I use an inflatable with small gas motor as a runabout.
I am having coffee on deck one fine morning when I look ashore and see a curvy brunette walking alone. This place is way off the beaten track. I pick up my bronze spyglass and have a look at her. Bit of all right in any straight guy's book. I know some girls who would love to do her too.
Scanning the rest of the beach showed no sign of a boyfriend or anything. Watching her made my cock swell. I get the inflatable in the water and keep the sloop between shore and my activities and launch from the seaward side.
She has disappeared around a rock out cropping and does not see my approach. I strip off my shorts and follow her footsteps. Clambering across the rocky point I peek over the last rocks to see her partway down the next beach cove. Taking off her bikini she walks forward and dives in the water. She swims for a while and emerges dripping wet, her hair slicked back. Wow! Mid 30's maybe, one hell of a real woman.
She puts the bikini on and walks back the way she came. When she is about twenty feet from the rocks I climb nonchalantly on top of the last rock. Our eyes meet.
"Hello," I greet her smiling, unabashed at my own nakedness, "I didn't expect to see anyone here."
She looks up at me surprised. "Me neither." Her eyes look me over.
I'm tall, slim, and show some muscles. If work goes wrong it might help to be in good shape. Harder to do as you get older. Just means you have to work at it harder. I wear my hair short and have a few tattoos. The tats are Anglo-Saxon pagan themed, I love shit like that. I'm quite well hung and my cock is swollen but not erect. She bites her bottom lip slightly.
I jump down and walk towards her, extending my hand. "Hello my name is Rom. Didn't expect to see anyone let alone an attractive young English girl."
She keeps dropping her eyes to my manhood then raising up to look at me. Her breast rise and fall as her breathing increases. She takes my hand, "Hi, Mischief. I never expected to meet anyone. You're American?"
"Mischief! Cool name. No I'm Canadian," I reply. Been in a couple good pub fights over being called an American. Openly I look her over. "It appears this is my lucky day."
