Katie threw open the patio doors in the master bedroom and inhaled deeply, filling her lungs full of ocean air. It had been years since she had been to the beach and she really needed a vacation. She had done tons of research online and was thrilled when she found this little beach side bungalow for a bargain price of one hundred and fifty dollars. That had been seven months ago and she had been counting down the days since. It was going to be three days and two nights of utter bliss in her own little piece of paradise.

The location of the bungalow was amazing. Her bedroom patio was literally on the beach, and the closest neighbor was about 250 yards away, and she was pretty sure that place was empty.

The bungalow had obviously been around a few decades, but it had been well maintained. The open floor plan suited the place. The living room and dining area were to the left when you opened the front door, and were sparsely furnished. There was a couch and chair, along with a small entertainment center that held a television and radio. Beyond the dining room table was a bar that separated the small kitchen. The hallway ran down the length of the house on the right side. There was a small spare room to the right and a half-bath on the left.

At the end of the hallway was the entrance to the master suite. There was a king-size bed with fresh white linens and night stands on either side. There was a dresser and a vanity on one adjacent wall and the patio doors on the other. Across from the bed was the large bathroom and closet.
She hung her clothes in the closet and decided she needed a glass of wine to sip while she unpacked. She turned on the radio as she walked through the living room. A slow, beachy instrumental filled the house. She reached the kitchen and took a wineglass and corkscrew from the box on the counter, then she grabbed the bottle of Moscato from the freezer.

She turned to find a man. “Who the hell are you?” She asked. Her tone wasn’t rude or demanding. Actually, her tone was playful.

He hadn’t been expecting to see her, but watching her as she moved to the soft music in her own little world amused him. “I’m Brian. Who the hell are you?” He retorted with that same playful tone she had given him.

“I’m Katie. Can I help you?”

She was coy. He smiled to himself; he liked coy. “I should be asking you the same thing. Not that I am complaining, but why are standing in my kitchen?”

“Your kitchen? This is my kitchen. This is my bungalow. I made reservations here months ago.”

“So did I. I specifically asked for this bungalow. My friend told me he came up here last year and said it was amazing. He was right, it’s got a great view.” He was looking dead at her when he said it, but she didn’t notice.

She stood there twisting the corkscrew, thinking. She pulled the cork out of the bottle, carefully poured herself a glass of wine, and took a sip, letting the cool liquid slide down her throat. “There must’ve been some sort of mix-up at the front desk. We’ll ride up to the office and they will straighten this whole thing out.” She took another sip of wine and added, “You drive.”

“Ladies first,” Brian gestured, with a hint of southern charm. He stepped out of the doorway and allowed her to pass. She wasn’t a small woman, he thought. She had to be five-foot-ten barefooted. And there was only one word that came to mind when he looked at her frame: voluptuous. She had curves and lots of soft flesh. Brian liked that in a woman. She was wearing a strapless shin-length cotton sundress. It was white with pale yellow flowers printed sporadically all over the material. She had a thin, black belt high on her waist. She dressed well for her body type, he thought. Her hair was auburn, shoulder length, and fell in hundreds of curls that surrounded her adorable face. She wore glasses, and behind them she had the most beautiful green eyes Brian had ever seen. He could get lost in those eyes.

She chuckled, “Are you coming?” He was just standing there. She looked him over. He was about an inch taller than she, and had a stocky build. Though he wasn’t what she would normally call her “type,” she was attracted to him. His head was close shaved, and there was about three days worth of stubble on his face and neck. He was dressed in khaki shorts and a blue shirt that really brought out his piercing blue eyes. He was older than she was, at least ten years she assumed. But he was good-looking, and there was something appealing about him. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, put she was digging it anyway.

He snapped back from his thoughts, “Oh, yeah. Sorry.”

They climbed into his Jeep and rode the short distance to the office, each in their own thoughts, each actually thinking about the other. Brian glanced at her from out of the corner of his eye as he drove down the sandy path that led to the office. She was beautiful. Her skin was only slightly tanned, her complexion was flawless, and she had this aura about her. She seemed completely comfortable with herself and who she was. Confidence wasn’t something he was used to seeing in a woman, and it drew him to her.
Katie was in her own world thinking about the man driving. Her Tarot reader did say this weekend would be full of surprises, not that she really believed in that sort of thing. It was just fun to think about. But still, there he was. And boy was he a surprise. First, she was surprised to see him standing in her kitchen while she swayed to the music. Then, even more surprised when she caught him ogling her. She was always pretty confident, and didn’t think she was unattractive. So, she was a little over weight. It didn’t really bother her, most days anyway. But she had never been ogled before. She kind of liked it.

They pulled into the office parking lot and Brian stepped out of the Jeep first. He walked around to help Katie down, but she was already headed toward the door. She was tall, he thought. He opened the glass door and gestured for her to go first. Brian was a few steps behind her and he couldn’t help but notice how she glided up to the counter, still bare-footed. The afternoon sun was beaming in through the windows and Brian could see her silhouette through her cotton dress. She stood up straight and walked the way a woman should, with a little sway in her hips that seemed natural. It also made him look at her ass. It was large, and round. Her hips were wide, but not out of proportion. Brian felt a surge of lust as he watched that glorious backside move in front of him. She said something to the clerk behind the counter, and he nodded and walked through the door leading to the back office.

“Where did the kid go?” He asked as he reached the counter, realizing that he was standing a little closer than he intended to

“He went to get the owner.” He was standing really close to her. She could smell his cologne mixed with the scent of the sun on his shirt.