I sat at my desk one Friday afternoon thinking the weekend was slowly creeping up on me and realizing I didn't have anything 'fun' planned. The weather was beautiful as it was mid spring and I've always been a lover of the beach, so the thoughts of escaping to the shore filled my head. I convinced myself to go directly home, pack a bag and head south. Of course I would be going alone as I didn't feel like asking any of my friends to join me. I needed some solitude and I knew the sound and serenity of the ocean was just what I needed. Little did I know that I needed much more than just what nature had to offer. My friends would have wanted to party until we were drunk and then sleep it off until noon. Not what I had in mind.
My solemn mood was a result of feeling lonely as it's been a very long time since I've been with anyone physically. Yes, I've gone out with 'the girls' on various Friday or Saturday nights, but after we left the bars, the fun and excitement came to a screeching halt for me only to return to my empty apartment and my empty bed.
Some of my friends or coworkers are married; some are happy just doing the dating thing. I gave it a try, but didn't enjoy all the nervous first meetings, the awkward hand-holding and the never ending pretenses of trying to empress one another. After dating four or five different guys the online dating sites said were my
match
, I realized it was not what I was looking for.
I was definitely barking up the wrong tree finally admitting to myself that it was the female touch that I desired. My first experience with another woman happened during my second year of college. It was a rather hot and mostly physical relationship with a classmate that I was infatuated with. It wasn't long before she caught me staring her down and then following her into the showers in hopes of getting a glimpse of her sexy naked body. Much to my surprise, she too was into girls. We hit it off right from the start and were inseparable, often sneaking into each other's dorm rooms whenever we could.
After it was over, I told myself that it was just curiosity and an opportunity to experiment with someone of the opposite sex, and nothing more. Boy was I wrong. Most of the time, I fantasize about gorgeous women and find myself always staring at them. I usually strip them of their clothes picturing them naked in my wildest of thoughts.
I know without a doubt that I prefer making love to another female. My desires keep reflecting back to my college interlude. I find women soft and warm and usually gentle to the touch. Not that I don't like it fast and furious, but I find slow and steady more appealing. I think women can relate better than men and usually take their time focusing on their partner's needs. Most guys just want to get in your pants or hint that if we didn't go 'all the way', they would settle for a blow job. I hated doing that but realized just about every guy wanted one and it would be the lesser of two evils not having intercourse with them.
I managed to get a room at the Hilton, right on the beach in Cape May. It had a balcony that overlooked the ocean which was just what I needed. That first night, after checking into my room, I headed down to the bar to relax and have a drink. There was quite a crowd as I looked around from my barstool perch to see if there was anyone else flying solo. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted an attractive blonde woman who was with a couple of friends laughing and enjoying their drinks. I didn't mean to stare, but found myself intently watching her every move. She had on a seductive low cut blouse on exposing her huge breasts. I think that's what really got my attention as I found her to be very enticing. She caught me staring as she looked directly at me over the top of her glass. I immediately looked away, hoping she wasn't aware of my gawking at her.
A couple of guys came over and asked if they could buy me a drink, but I lied and told them I was waiting for my boyfriend who was on his way to join me. Of course that wasn't true, but it seemed to work as they moved on to someone else rather quickly. I occasionally looked over at the blonde to see if she was with anyone, but she was just with the girls who were dancing and laughing with her most of the night. After an hour or so, I took a fresh drink and retreated to my room to sit on the balcony and listen to the waves as they crashing on the shoreline.
I put on my bathrobe and got comfortable out on the balcony with my drink. After a short time, I heard a lot of commotion coming from the adjoining room. I heard a bunch of females laughing and obviously drinking. It brought back memories from a few times in the past when my friends and I would be doing the same thing.
I set my alarm to get up early the next day and head to the beach. I threw on my one piece Speedo and made a stop at the Starbucks in the lobby. While waiting for my coffee, I glanced over and saw the same group of women waiting for their orders. Again the blonde caught my attention as I found myself once again staring at her. They were also heading to the beach as their arms were full and they were dressed in their teeny bikinis. This time the blonde looked directly at me and said, "Good morning".
I was taken off guard as I kind of mumbled back, "Good morning nice day." She then continued to engage in a conversation with me.
"I know, right? I was telling my friends that we just had to hit the beach early to get a good spot. My name is Haley, what's yours?" she asked as she stepped away from her friends and extended her hand to me. I was so nervous and excited that she spoke to me that I was afraid I would fall over as I took her hand in mine.
"I'm Barbara but my friends call me Bobbie. Are you from around here?" I asked shyly.
"No, we're from Boston, spending this week at the Jersey shore."
"I'm jealous as I'm here only for the weekend."
"Well, see you around," she said as she walked back over to her friends. I noticed they were watching Haley almost like they were wondering what she was up to, as she spoke to me. The three of them left with their coffees in hand, but I followed shortly after searching the beach area to see where they had set up their blankets. I wanted to be near them so that I could continue to fantasize over Haley.
I found a spot a few feet behind them and set up my beach chair. They plopped their stuff down and scampered to the water's edge. I watched as they ran, admiring Haley's gorgeous body. Her chest bounced up and down as her skimpy top just barely held her breasts in place by the strings around her neck and back.
I couldn't understand why some hunky guy hadn't snatched her up yet. Or maybe she did have a husband or boyfriend back in Boston. My imagination wouldn't allow me to think that she did. I wanted her to be gay and single and interested in spending some time with only
me
. My daydreaming was definitely out of control.
The water must be warm I thought to myself as I watched them scamper directly into the surf. I'm never that brave when I approach the water. It takes me forever to get wet and it has to be warm with the sun blazing down on me.
My curiosity to put my toe in the surf got the best of me as I meandered down to the water's edge. Much to my surprise, it wasn't cold at all! I stepped in up to my ankles and watched the trio as they scampered around splashing each other a few feet away.
Haley saw me watching them and it seemed like she was showing off floating around in the shallow water doing the backstroke, all while keeping an eye on me. I pretended not to look in her direction and surveyed the others who gathered around the shoreline.
I'm not sure what the fascination was with Haley, probably just her beautiful body. She was very pleasant when she spoke to me in the coffee shop. I was convinced she was just as infatuated with me as I was with her.
After a few minutes the group made their way out of the water and Haley ran past me close enough for me to see her hard nipples as they protruded through her wet bathing suit top. I retreated to my chair and grabbed my suntan lotion from my bag. Haley grabbed a towel and dried her body off, placing the towel on her beach chair. I watched as she grabbed a tube of lotion and asked her friend to apply it to her back. I envied her friend as I watched her rub the lotion onto her Haley's beautiful body. It was causing my heart to race as I imagined what she might feel like.
I tried to get interested in my book but couldn't concentrate as Haley was sprawled out a few feet away on her beach blanket. It was almost impossible for me not to keep looking over at her. She had untied her top and was lying on her stomach. The sun glistened on her tight muscular body. I had all I could do to contain myself. My hormones were running ramped. I had this entire fantasy of making love to her right there on that blanket feeling the softness of her lathered skin against my own.
After a couple of hours of sun bathing, I saw Haley sit up and tie her suit back together. She stood up and looked over at me. I pretended to be dozing. There was conversation between her and her friends and she walked over toward my chair.