I wandered along the sun kissed golden sandy beach, as the contrasting cold water of the sea ocassionally lapped over my bare feet. I couldn’t help but think,
“If this isn’t paradise, then sign me up for what is.”
Two weeks away from the stress and politics of office life, exchanged for solitude and isolation on a near remote island in the middle of nowhere. There were other visitors, but I was assured the island was big enough to be able to avoid them.
Sod’s law then, that twenty minutes into my tranquil wandering, I should come across one of the other tourists simply sprawled out on the beach soaking up the sun. I contemplated turning back, but they’d already seen me.
“Hi there,” said the female sunbathers. “Gorgeous weather isn’t it.”
The office quip mentality had me almost sarcastically mentioning how obvious that statement was given our proximity to the equator, but I merely replied, “Quite.”
“Care to strip off and join me?”
I genuinely hadn’t noticed she was completely naked, until she rolled onto her side offering a full view of her sand covered curvaceous body.
“Not really,” I replied, lifting my hand in some kind of declining gesture. “I burn rather easily.”
“Well would you be so kind as to apply some lotion for me?”
Once more my office mind sprang into overdrive like some cat that had been waiting to pounce, suggestively gesturing that this was the stereotypical start to a bad porn scene. Of course I obliged and began rubbing her back with the cream.
“Don’t forget the front,” she said, rolling onto her back.
Perhaps my mind was right. Slowly I smeared the lotion across her chest, to which she giggled girlishly, remarking on it being colder than what she normally had squirted there. Rubbing her gently so as to achieve full coverage, I cupped her breasts and squeezed gently.
“I can tell you’ve done that a few times!”
Smiling politely, I continued across the stomach and down each leg. If something was worth doing, it was worth doing right.
“That should allow you a few more hours,” I remarked handing back her sun cream and retaking my standing position.
“Such a gentleman. Other men would have tried all manner of things given where your hands have been. Unless you’re gay?!”
Now the thought had crossed my mind, for she was beautifully proportioned and touching her skin had awoken the old fella from his boxer short slumber, but it just didn’t seem right. Besides, I’ve heard getting sand in delicate areas can be brutally painful, and there was still the rest of my time here to dispel that last question.
Copyright: authorchrisbrown
CB stop reading my journal and using bits for your ‘art’ lol.
I just don’t see this as a bad thing, I can do the Cream myself but I have a terrible bad habit of talking to people if they look at me … great story, extremely realistic ✌🏽
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Thank you. It is always a great pleasure reading your thoughts on my writing, though I wouldn’t go so far as to call it ‘art’.
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It is to me
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You’re too kind ❤
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I read the other one and I’m not sure what to say … tell me something about it, why, thoughts, meaning …
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Read which other one my dear?
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The one with the arms…
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A dream perhaps. One night with a forbidden love or that of a lost love. Soul mate maybe. When morning comes, he awakens or must make his escape. Perhaps she fades to a memory.
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Even worse than I thought
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What were your thoughts. I’m intrigued.
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It upsets me
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Okay I won’t push. Sorry it made you feel upset.
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I believe you can have everything you want in life (as long as biologically possible) but these two keep ‘missing’ each other, something is wrong. My heart is sinking and the thought of the arms empty is too much
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Sadness to hear of a sinking heart. May it only be temporary and may light and love find you.
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Thank you. I look forward to whatever you post next 💖
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🙂
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