The sun was just starting to set on the shoreline of Carolina Beach. Jack looked out onto his balcony to see the sunlight reflected off of the clouds and onto the sea. Brilliant hues of orange, red and pink created an incredible view. He thought about it a moment and then got up and got an ice cold beer from the refrigerator and stepped out onto the open balcony.
He had just moved to the beach from New York and was still getting used to the slower pace of the South, and the even slower pace of a southern beach. As he took a long swallow of his beer, he looked out at the ocean. It was a calm day and waves rolled in sedately along the shore, fish occasionally jumped and seagulls cried out for food as he let the scene wash over him. A movement caught his eye. He turned and was frozen in place.
A woman had stepped out on the next balcony. A bottle of beer was held loosely in one delicately formed hand. The condensation on the bottle sending crystal?like drops of water trickling across her fingers. His gaze rose to see the rest of her. Auburn hair cascaded across her shoulders and a few stray strands just touched the top of her perfectly formed breasts. A long white shirt barely covered her athletic body, the occasional gust of wind lifting it just enough to see the lower curve of her firm rounded rear. Her long legs continued the pure form of her body. Almost sculpted lines formed her thighs and calves, down to a wonderfully turned ankle and delicate feet.
Jack's heart came to a stop and then started again with a pounding thud, as he took in the vision that had just appeared. He wiped a hand across his eyes and checked to see if he had been imagining things or not. A gust of wind that flattened her shirt against upturned breasts assured him that he was not. After another long swallow of beer he turned back to see the ocean and noticed a dark cloud forming on the horizon. A freshening breeze began to blow. He glanced back over at the woman to see her auburn hair flared back with the wind like a flame attached to an angel.
He took a deep breath and then raised his beer to the vision and said. "Howdy neighbor!" She turned and smiled back at him. "Howdy back, friend!" He took a quick breath as he saw her face for the first time. Her features could have been painted by the greatest artists of all time. Jack took a quick sip from his beer and then asked, "Enjoying the sunset?"
The woman got a mischievous look in her eyes and answered, "Well, not as much as I could be." Her hand moved to the top of her shirt and casually started toying with one of the buttons. The smooth front of the thin blouse was broken only by the tips of her dark nipples.
Jack assumed a look of mock horror. "Well then, what can I do to correct this disastrous situation?" He inquired. He could already feel his blood
flowing faster and his breathing starting to quicken.
She half turned from him, smiling as a breeze caught her shirt and lifted it to reveal a pair of white lace bikini panties sheer enough to reveal a hint of darkness beneath them. Her delicate hand lifted the bottle to her full lips as she slowly took a long swallow from the bottle. Her back was arched and her breasts strained against the thin fabric as a little more bottle than was necessary slipped between her lips. She turned back to face him. "I don't know if you could do anything for me over there." Came her reply.
Jack's eyes filled with desire. His eyes locked in on her hand. The button that she had been toying with came undone and the softly curved line of her breast was revealed. He took another long swallow of beer to stall and put the empty bottle off to the side. He smiled at her and said, "In that case I guess I better get over there and do something about it then."
Now it was her turn to fake terror. "I couldn't let you into my home though! I hardly know you!" She smiled to show the joke and then deliberately undid another button. "My, it is hot out here, isn't it?" She asked, placing the beer bottle between her breasts and softly stroking it across her skin. Jack followed the path of each droplet of water as it ran across her bosom and down beneath the shirt.
He looked at her balcony and quickly judged the distance between his balcony and hers. A stronger gust of wind made him look at the quickly darkening sky. An occasional burst of thunder from a distance and the whitecaps on the ocean announced the coming storm. He backed away from her until he found the far end of the platform.
She smiled again, the pink tip of her tongue flashing out to moisten her lips. "You aren't afraid of little ole me are you?" She laughed and then unfastened another button. A look of pleasure came over her face as the wind kissed her nipples. Jack looked back at her. "Afraid? No, just wanted a little distance for a moment. You did say you couldn't let me in your house?" He inquired with an impish grin.
She shook her head and said, "No. I am a lady and ladies don't invite strange men to come into their apartments!" The southern accent was emphasized as she fluttered her eyelashes. The last button on her shirt was slowly undone as she stared, challengingly, into his eyes. The wind caught the shirt and tried to pull it open. A tantalizingly brief glance at her nipple and wonderfully curved breast encouraged Jack.
He braced himself and then said, "Well, in that case." He took a running leap for the railing on his balcony. One foot landed squarely on it and he jumped again from there. She screamed and jumped back against her door. A jarring sensation and a terrifying sense of falling accompanied his landing on her balcony rail. One last jump landed him on both feet before her. "I guess I'll just have to let myself in." He said as he reached out to her.