The Beach

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What do you usually think of when you think of the beach?

Do you think of the lazy surf? The white soft sand, and the hot sun? Children frolicking in the cool water, and building sand castles. Do you think of Coconut fragrant suntan oil? Hear the cry of the seagull. Watch the colorful beach balls bounce upon the waves. Do you feel the spellbinding magic of the depth and vastness of the sea?

Can you smell the salty air? Feel the whispering breeze? See the sky — cobalt-black. The moon — full. The white foamy waves a glow and the stars above flickering like candle light?

Can you picture a man? With a crop of twisting soft curls? Wearing only faded Levi jeans cut-off above the knees and standing barefoot in the surf? Can you see the curve of his back? His slender waist. The structure of his well muscled shoulders.

He is gazing blankly out to sea — his arms limp at his sides — sharing a magical moment with nature.

He is alone and he does not see you sitting in the distance upon a grassy sand dune. You gaze calmly at him and smile.

He never breaks his far-off gaze as he strips off his shorts lobbing them in the sand — your smile freezes.

He is baring his essentials.

Nude.

You’re only mildly surprised that he didn’t look around to see if anyone was watching. He is obviously unaware of your presence.

He’s still standing there. His beautiful bare butt gleaming like a shrine in the moon light. He sways a little, but the movement is graceful as a white swan.

Without warning, he runs into the water and dives headlong under a large wave. His high-energy seems almost spiritual. After a few painful seconds on your part, his head pops back up and he stands shaking sea drops from his dampened curls. The water must be cold and you can almost feel the tingle of his skin.

Steam rises off his body, and for a moment you can hardly breathe. He looks so athletic — slick and slippery. But you are certain — given half a chance — you could catch him!

Everything about him is sexy and erotic.

Your imagination shows you his hand gently cupping your chin, and kissing you until you both melt to your knees in the sand. He holds you close. Holds you together. Nuzzles your neck. Your hands roam to that beautiful bare butt and squeeze pulling his hips toward you, as tiny currents of pleasure enter your being. His hand strokes up your back and the pleasure is —

“Damn!”

Something draws you from your imagination. You watch in amazement and more than slight disappointment as he does the breaststroke, and swims away from you further down the beach.

You’re smile fades and you sit quietly thinking of that tight and rare but beautiful buttery derrière.

Imperfection? There is no such word. Why couldn’t —

“Nice night for a swim.”

Startled, you turn to see the curly haired man, dripping wet — blue eyes bright with mischief and wearing only a crooked smile.

He holds a hand out toward you. “Care to join me?” he asks.

Your smile is back — you reach up taking the offered hand and begin to wiggle out of your clothing.

God — don’t you just love ‘the beach’?