Note from the author:
Even though this story set off as an "Exhibitionist&Voyeur" short story, it quickly started to evolve and transcend the sub-genre. So, just for the warning, there are some parts of this story which have a little to do with exhibitionism or voyeurism. I wasn't initially planning on such story twists.
Still, it would be even more confusing if I started to publish every sequel in a different category. It will probably get even more complicated in the future sequels - as the same events might be described by multiple characters, giving the individual sequels a completely different tone. Whatever will happen, I will publish the entire story until its end in this category.
On the point of the accent of the Island's natives - as the Island is not located in the English-speaking country, imitating such a specific regional dialect was a mountain to climb. You might find it to be inconsistent. That will be so - because it actually is inconsistent in the original.
Anyways, feel free to comment and even suggest some improvements - there's nothing that couldn't be made a bit better than it is now.
Enjoy!
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Rest of the day, after the morning spent with Lara, was rather slow and uneventful, especially compared to a morning filled with 'activities'. I made a light lunch, went for a swim in the afternoon, had a lie down under the pines with a book in my hands and earphones in my ears, and then decided to stay in for the evening. Lara said that she'll spend the rest of the day with her friend (Interestingly, she was the first one on my mind when thinking who I could spend my time with), and I had time to meet the locals. Ante was a guy who didn't bother with going around spreading the news about arrivals and departures from the Island, so it was probable that none of the people I liked even knew I came. I had a couple of movies on my tablet, so I decided to hook it up to my TV (one that wasn't even connected to an outside source of signal - it was never used to actually watch TV, and I was rather proud of that fact) and just let myself doze off. I actually noticed that I haven't put one piece of clothing on me since the morning, and I was enjoying it immeasurably. Especially after months spent in winter cold and multiple layers, followed by heat and humidity endured in suits and similar combination.
It all went according to plan. I was watching some comedy and sipping a cold beer when I heard someone passing by the house. Whoever it was, that person was alone, because I heard only one pair of flip-flops. Steps continued on in the direction of the sea. Night swimming, or rather twilight swimming, since it was around 9:30 PM and some light was still visible in the western sky, just enough to be able to walk around. Still, this part of the coast wasn't so popular for night swimmers. You had to know pretty well where are the safe spots to enter and come out of the sea without getting cut on a sharp rock or stepping on a sea urchin. I presumed it was someone local. Who might, or might not drop in later. I went for "not" and continued to watch the movie. Soon a quiet splash was heard, and it became silent again.
Some fifteen minutes later, my beer bottle was empty. So I decided to go to the fridge and have another one. While I was rearranging stuff in the overstuffed fridge, I didn't notice the flip-flop of the flip-flops approaching the house. Just as I sorted everything and started to close the refrigerator, the anti-mosquito door screen opened.
To clarify the situation: the cottage was small, built of the light beige colored stone and pine wood, with the usual Mediterranean brick-red tiled roof. It was about 540 square feet in size. Inside it was basically just one big open space, except the toilet. It had two doors on the opposite sides - one looking at the beach - let's call them the front door, with a small porch in front of it. The other, "back" door opened towards the pine forest and a little backyard consisting of a table with chairs, stone-made barbecue and some trees and flowers. The front door opened directly into the living room/dining room/kitchen. Bathroom i.e. shower and the sink were opened, and the person showering could hide from the view by a provisional shower curtain, which I haven't closed in years. I had plans to separate the bathroom with some drywall, but the idea remained just a theory as I never saw a need for it. The back door was directly next to the tub. Directly above the living space was an open platform with a huge bed and one closet. The house had plenty of windows, as well as exterior shutters that closed only when it was cold or the place was empty for a longer period. As it was in the middle of the pine growth, it was in the shade for the majority of the day and everything was opened up all the time I was there. Only mosquito nets were covering the window frames. I didn't even close the solid doors, just the anti-mosquito door screens which prevented mosquitoes and other bugs entering the house. It was a tiny Island, so thefts and burglaries were an unknown concept here. There was no reason to close anything, especially as the breeze coming from the outside was the perfect air-conditioning.
Which basically meant that whoever was coming into the house could see everything inside even before entering it. At that particular moment, it was me, naked, holding a beer in my hand. And that someone was Anita.
Just as I closed the fridge, I lifted my head because I heard the screen closing. I saw Anita, standing there wrapped in a towel barely covering her from her bosom to her thighs. She was holding bikini parts in her hands, which meant that she was naked under that towel. And she saw me. All of me. I quickly covered my equipment with a beer bottle, which proved as a terrible idea, since the bottle was freezing cold. I removed the bottle even faster and opened the fridge again, standing behind the provisional cover. Anita started laughing.
"Oh Jeez... What'cha doin'?"
I'm really not shy - a point which was proven by the events of the morning - but this was Anita. Little Anita. It felt inappropriate for her to see me naked, especially when I remembered all the thoughts I had about her during last night and this morning.
"Oh, well... You surprised me."
"Are ya nude? Oh c'mon, what'cha hiding there, like I've never seen a willy on a man. Ya shamin'? Is it small or sumthin'?" She started laughing.
I looked down. It really wasn't in a showpiece state now, courtesy of the icy bottle treatment. Even more, I couldn't really explain the real reason for my sudden 'shyness.' Hell, I had problems explaining them to myself.
"Actually, yes. It's smallest ever!" I tried to be funny. For a moment, there was a disappointed look on her face, but I quickly forced a laugh out so she realized I was joking.
"Eh, ya blokes. As if the World is spinning roun' your wieners. They all look alike when hanging, who gives a damn. Anyways, I went for a swim, and as I was passin' by I remembered that Pops told me to tell ya' that he'll fish out some munch tomorrow, so we can prepare it over here at ya'r place. Ya OK with it?"
OK, I was a bit more relaxed now. So, the traditional dinner was gonna be tomorrow.
"I'm always OK with it. Hell, I'm on vacation. You're also coming, right?"
"Of course, wouldn' miss it for anythin', we need to catch up. Haven' seen each other for a century or so. And Pops said ya make nasty fish and squids, so I gotta try me some" - she winked. She was always a foodie, and I was really proud of my culinary abilities.
