The cool ocean breeze drifts into the room, offering a brief respite from the sultry heat. He sits near the window, hard at work, attempting to concentrate on the stacks of books he has vowed to work through while here. He has chose this secluded oceanfront property not only for the quick access to the beach, but also for the calming sounds of the waves. Relaxation was imperative if he had any hopes of accomplishing the tasks ahead.
Stretching out muscles sore from staying in one position too long, he walks over to the window and pushes the curtains aside to welcome the breeze that is beginning to stir. It cools his naked body quickly and he is rewarded for the forethought to work sans his clothing. The sparkling water, the glistening sun, the birds swooping around the docks, entrance him, pull him away from the stress of the day. It is then that movement captures his attention and draws him down to the patio of the condo next door. He knew there were other people at this resort, but he did not come here to socialize.
He can hear the furniture on this patio being shuffled about, when suddenly from underneath the canopy, a stark white hammock is being pushed out onto the sand and under the shade of a nearby palm tree. Although the tree offers some shade, the breeze wafting through the fronds allows sufficient sun for some tanning. “Now that looks rather comfy”, he says, followed by a startled gasp as the intended occupant of the hammock is revealed. Tall and voluptuous with short dark hair and fair skin, she is wearing only a short silk robe and a pair of sunglasses. She positions the hammock just so, retreats back to the patio and returns shortly with a book, a cool drink and what appears to be a bottle of tanning oil. She settles herself into the hammock, which seems to swallow her up as she nestles down into it. The property is secluded and the patios offer no privacy, yet someone walking by on the beach would be able to see little but her head in that cocoon of canvas. As he stands in the shadows of his window, the beauty of the sea forgotten, his eyes transfixed on her every move, he wonders briefly if she can see him, but he is suddenly distracted by her next move.
She appears oblivious to her surroundings as she tugs open the sash of her robe, pulls it off her body and drops it to the ground beneath. She reaches for the drink, brings it to her lips and lets it slide down her throat, forcing drops of condensation to drip from the glass onto her creamy breasts. Setting the glass down, she casually runs her hand across the drops to rub them away, the sun evaporating them quickly. As she reaches for the bottle of tanning oil, her silent observer settles himself onto the wide window ledge, moving slowly so as not to attract her attention. His work is forgotten; his mind riveted to the potentiality for this secret rendezvous. It has been far too long since he has allowed himself to be distracted from his work; this seems like the perfect opportunity.
She holds the bottle of oil above her and slowly, almost languidly lets it drip over her body; first her legs, her belly, then her arms and finally her chest. It doesn’t seem to matter to her that some of it is dripping on to the canvas or even that there seems to be more oil than skin. Her objective seems to be to drown herself in oil and he is very curious about this. His thoughts are soon answered as she begins to rub the oil into her body; it becomes apparent that this application is not intended solely to protect her from the sun. Her hands began to deftly massage the oil into her skin, starting with her feet. Each toe, the arch, the heel; it seems as if every muscle in her foot is being attended to with loving hands and long sexy fingers. He yearns for this relaxing touch even as his body reacts in a more arousing manner.
