Ten O’Clock

To say it was hot would be an understatement; it was sweltering. I could feel the sun beating down on my freckled face as I floated a top the cool water. The ocean was a refreshing way to relax after such a warm day. I rolled over onto my stomach, gasping as the frigid water attacked the nerves of my abdomen. I slowly swam back to shore, my legs propelling me with lazy kicks. Reaching the sandy beach I stood up out of the water and shaded my eyes to scan the shoreline. Upon returning from my swim quite a crowd had hauled themselves down to the waters edge. Some were in the ocean enjoying an afternoon’s swim like myself, while others were laying spread eagle atop their towels soaking up some of the remaining sun. A few young kids were splashing in the shallow waters and I laughed as I saw one of them throw a handful of stinky seaweed into the face of another. It was nice being around so many people; often I became lonely living on my own. I stayed with my feet in the water for a second longer before I started making my way up to where I had left my clothes. That’s when I saw him.

His back was leaning against a large piece of driftwood, only a few paces away from where my clothes were left. He had shoulder length black, wet hair and a beautifully sculpted chest. His legs were stretched out in front of him showing off his evenly tanned skin, his eyes cast downwards at a small book in his lap. My mouth went dry just looking at him. I gave my hair a quick shake and then sauntered over to my stuff, passing as close to him as possible. As I passed in front of him I kicked a bit of sand onto his exposed feet hoping that he would glance up. He did.

Our eyes met and I refused to look away. His irises were a deep green and they incinerated mine without mercy. He was the first to look away, but only so that he was able to see the rest of my body. I felt him undressing me with his eyes and I loved it. Between him and the sun, I was starting to sweat and between my legs was on fire. This was the first time I had laid eyes on this man, but my pussy ached for him like a long lost lover. I wanted this man; needed him. But not here, not now. There were too many people watching. So, I resumed walking still feeling his eyes as they burned holes into my back. I bent over to pick up my stuff making sure he got a good look at my ass before standing back up again. Then, with a plan in mind, I turned to face him.

“Ten o’clock. Right here. “ I told him, looking him straight in the eye. He have a quick, discreet nod and with that I turned on my heel and started the short walk home.