This story is based on an old erotic film I saw on Ch 47 cable 4 in Toronto back in the 1990s.
After finishing her breakfast, Giovanna walked out the hotel and began strolling along the boardwalk, which ran between the beach and downtown. She examined the stores in this fashionable district which she favored: Chanel, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Burberry, and others all along this walking only boardwalk. On the other side, a beach with clear white sand and the waves of the sea crashing against the rocks at the bottom of the cliff upon which her home stood. She considered herself very wise in her youth; she knew she was beautiful given all the attention she got from men, and used it to ensnare a somewhat older physician whose skills had already made him millions. Now she enjoyed life as his trophy wife, spending her days enjoying the many amenities her wealthy beach town offered.
Feeling the sun beating down on her, she quickly retreated into an outdoor cafe patio and sat at a corner table to enjoy the cover of an umbrella. It gave her a great view of the boardwalk and beach; an ideal secret spot for people watching. She leaned lazily into her chair and crossed her legs, watching the many tourists walk by. Some were couples, some were older, some were younger, and some were young students in nothing but swimming trunks or bikinis. As they strolled by, the men could not help but eye Giovanna's long fit athletic legs up to her beautiful face and flowing long blonde hair; the women they were with could not help but be annoyed with their men and jealous of her beauty. Lost in thought, she didn't hear the footsteps behind her:
"Good morning. What would you like to drink?" asked the petite waitress with long dark curly brown hair, a tanned gorgeous face and thin figure. A beautiful woman in her own right, but it was Giovanna who got the stares from the men that walked by.
"Mint green tea. Cooled please", responded Giovanna. The waitress took her order and quickly left.
Giovanna leaned forward and lightly scratched her top leg around the knee, when she thought she noticed someone familiar further down the boardwalk headed towards her. It was David! He was smiling, perhaps at her? She looked away coyly and pretended not to notice, instead focusing on the small drink her waitress brought her, but she felt her breasts and loins reacting to his presence. She sipped quickly, looking out the corner of her eye; David was now wearing short-sleeved shirt and slacks, and was talking to a shopkeeper far away. Perhaps he hadn't noticed her at all. She quickly finished her drink, left some euros to pay, and rushed quickly off the patio and back onto the boardwalk. On her way out, she opened her makeup case as if to do makeup, but checked the mirror on the cover to make sure that David noticed her leaving.