Amber smiled as she watched Simon walk down the otherwise deserted beach. What a gentleman. All she had said was that she was starting to get hungry, and he offered to drive into town and get something for them to share. Of course, she had offered to join him, but he insisted that she stay and enjoy the beach. And that's just what she was going to do. She had wanted to work on her tan, and this was the perfect time.
The water lapped around her feet. It was so nice that they had found this isolated beach. It was a bit of a walk to the car, but it was worth it. She looked at the beach, a perfect white sand beach all to herself.
"Hey, there beautiful." a voice behind her intruded her thoughts.
She turned around shocked to see a young man a little older than her dripping wet, with a boogie board in his hand. So much for the abandoned beach, she thought.
"Hi" she said to the stranger not wanting to be rude.
"My name's Sam," he said holding out his hand.
She took his hand and told him her name out of habit. She didn't want to be rude.
"You should come in the water, the waves are great." he said, "If you want, I'll let you use my board."
"No, thanks. I went swimming earlier."
"That's ok. You can come in again." He smiled at her.
He was really good looking. He had long blond hair and washboard abs and his skin was a deep brown. He obviously wasn't a stranger to the beach. Even though she was annoyed that she wasn't alone anymore she couldn't help but like this friendly boogie boarder.
"Actually I just want to work on my tan. Thanks though. You have a good time." she said with a tone of finality, trying to be clear that she wasn't interested in talking anymore.
"Well, if you're going to work on your tan, you'd best lose these." he said and he pulled on the strings on both sides of her bikini bottoms, neatly undoing the bows. Before she could react, her bikini bottoms had fallen into the surf on around her feet.
"Hey! what are you doing?"
"I just thought I'd help you out. If you wear those things you'll get tan lines." he said. "See."
He reached over with his hand and ran it along the white triangle etched on her skin where her bikini bottoms had been moments before. He started at the top and traced out to the corner and then down her inner thigh, pausing slightly as he brushed his fingers across her smoothly shaved lips.
"You can't do that." she said flustered at his boldness.
She pushed his hand away and covered herself up with her own hand.
"Me, I don't have tan lines." he said.
He then removed his shorts to demonstrate that he was telling the truth.
Amber wasn't interested in whether he had tan lines or not. She was mostly interested in retrieving her bikini bottoms and getting them back on. Her left hand was covering herself and she was frantically looking in the surf for her black bottoms. The surf had moved them however, and she was having difficulty locating them.
Sam had different ideas and as Amber bent over looking for her bottoms he was able to pull the bows on her top. He held on to the straps as he pulled and he ended up holding the two little black cloth triangles.
"What do you think you're doing?!"
"I told you, you'll get tan lines. Look."
He cupped her breast in his right hand. Her breasts weren't big, but they filled his hand nicely.
"You don't need to be modest. You're beautiful. Besides the beach is deserted. There is no one here who can see you. You might as well relax."
"You're here."
She brushed his hand off her breast and tried to cover both breasts with one arm while keeping her hand over you lower half.
"Yeah, well we've already seen each other naked, so you can stop worrying about that." he said smiling at her. "Seeing as we have seen each other naked don't you think we should get to know each other a little better?" he asked still smiling.