"Whoa!!! That's a big one. It makes mine look really small," the smiling stranger said as he made his way towards me from the sandy, deserted beach.
"Oh, this little thing? This is nothing; you want to see my 500mm zoom. Now THAT'S big," I giggled, smiling brightly back at him.
I was cleaning my camera gear after a lazy impromptu photo shoot on the beach. The light was lovely and I was enjoying the sea breeze, the clean air and the fact that I had no time pressures to be anywhere or do anything for the rest of the evening.
There was something instantly likeable about this athletic, tanned stranger, and I could not help but feel drawn to him. He was casually dressed, wearing a faded green T-shirt and denim shorts. His hair was tousled from the wind, and he had a smile that lit up his entire face. His strong arms and broad shoulders clearly visible beneath the thin cotton. His shorts showed off his sexy muscular legs, and I thought to myself, 'Hmmm, I bet he does a lot of cycling with calf muscles like that.'
"Hi, I'm Tom, by the way." Tom held out his hand, and I warmly accepted his firm handshake.
"Steph. Nice to meet you," I replied.
"Did you get any good shots?" he asked, pointing lazily at the pile of camera gear I was picking through to find a missing lens cap.
"No, not really, but that doesn't matter on such a beautiful day. It is nice just to be enjoying the scenery."
At this, he tossed his head back laughed mischievously, then nodded towards my cleavage, which was partially exposed by the low cut of my summer dress, as he said, "Yep, it certainly is lovely scenery."
I blushed and felt a warm rush of energy flow through me. My God, this guy was hot, and so was I. I had been single for a few months and whilst I had the opportunity, the guys that wanted me were just not my type. Unless I felt a deeper connection than just physical attraction, I was not interested, and there were very few of those men to be had. As a consequence, my yearning to be touched and loved had been unfulfilled for what seemed like an age. But there was something special about Tom, and it was obvious that the attraction was mutual. His eyes playfully looked into mine and then darted down to my tanned cleavage, causing him to smile appreciatively again.
We sat there for some time, chatting about all the normal things you do when you are being friendly to a stranger whom you happen to be sharing a park bench with. There was one slight difference, and that was the more we talked, the more animated we became, the closer we sat, and the more we touched. Just brushing the other's arm, or touching the leg whilst explaining something, but the chemistry was there, and we both felt it.
Tom was incredibly easy company, so when he suggested we pop back to his beach house, which was just a few metres away, for a cold beer, I could not resist.
As we walked through the door and into the kitchen, he announced, "Actually, I think I will just jump in the pool. I wouldn't mind cooling off. Beer's in the fridge, make yourself at home." He disappeared into the bedroom of the cosy little beach cottage, while I made my way to the kitchen to find the fridge.
I pulled two cold beers from the fridge and held them against my chest to cool down. Hmmm, they felt icy cold against my breasts and the condensation quickly made a cool trail of water down to my abdomen, then further down to my pubic bone, making me shudder.
Tom returned with two towels, one wrapped around him, the other in his hand, and with a cheeky grin he said, "Here, catch," as he tossed one of the beach towels in my direction.
"You are welcome to join me." He grabbed one of the beers, took a long thirsty drink, firmly took my hand and led me out to the secluded garden.
"It's not much," Tom offered, "but I like to call it home." And with that, he let the towel drop to floor, revealing his pure male nakedness beneath. I could not help but take a look, then quickly looked away as he dove into the sparkling azure pool.
"So Steph," he began with that very naughty grin, "will you join me?"
I blushed and looked away coyly, feeling a surge of warmth sweep through me. I felt myself becoming wet with anticipation. "Um," I stumbled.
Oh my God, what should I do? But it was no use, asking my head what to do, my body wanted this man SO MUCH, there was nothing else I could do.
"Well," I countered, finding a reserve of womanly confidence I never knew I had, "if you think you can handle this, sure."
I eased my summer dress from my shoulders and let it slip gently to the ground. I had no bra on, and only the skimpiest of briefs, so I had pretty much revealed all of myself in one single action. I felt incredibly liberated and rather naughty!
Tom swam up to the edge of the pool to take in the view, "Hmmmmmm," he murmured, "You had best get in the pool before the neighbours see you." He laughed and pretended to avert his eyes as I slipped into the pool.
The water was cool and inviting, but it did nothing to cool the heat within me. My desire was so strong I felt like I was burning up inside. I just wanted to touch him everywhere, for him to touch me, and yes, I wanted to fuck him there and then, in the pool.
"Oh Steph," he breathed, "come here."
