The last few sparkles of night twinkled brightly, a soft pinkish hue sprung from the horizon, erasing the darkness. Continuing to stare, mesmerized by the sunrise, he observed pink turn to orange before the sun broke free from the horizon – the sky quickly turned a magnificent blue. A smile grew wide on his face, for an instant his body trembled.

Despite wearing sunglasses, he squinted his eyes as from his perch high up on the pier, he gazed down at the sea. He adjusted his line to be just taut enough to sense a fish’s bite on his line. The day had dawned bright and clear. The sun’s sparkle reflecting off the rippled surface of the sea as the waves advanced and retreated. His mind wandered off – hypnotized by the bright twinkle dancing on the waves beneath him.

 

Hmmm, she thought as she kicked off her sandals and wriggled her colorful toes into the warmth of the sand. Slowly, she made her way across the strand in search of the perfect spot to enjoy her day. Her day to simply enjoy the warmth of the sun, the gentle sounds of birds and the constant rhythm of the waves lapping upon the shoreline. As summer was waning fast, the beach was all but deserted – perfect, she thought. Only a few anglers stood leaning on the pier rail high up and off in the distance. As she propped her beach umbrella and arranged her chaise, she felt roaming eyes tracing over her curves which were barely covered by her skimpy suit. Her flesh tingled, a twinge of excitement – she glanced upwards to see one of the fishermen staring her way. Was he watching her or was he simply mesmerized by the sun’s sparkle twinkling in the waves?

 

She stretched out extending her smooth legs until her colorful toes were just off the edge of her chaise, wriggling her bottom to get comfortable, she nestled in to enjoy her day on the beach. She put on her shades and turned her face towards the sun to savor the magic of its warmth. Silhouetted against the bright sky, she saw that her voyeuristic fisherman had sauntered closer to her position. The slight tingle between her thighs was the unmistakable twinge of pleasure – she smiled to herself realizing he must find her form attractive; this excited her. She giggled to herself – if he liked what he saw then maybe she should give him something to really look at!

 

As his mind was spinning off into fantasy, he noticed a lone figure strolling across the sand far below. His gaze was brief before he went back to checking his line – still no fish he groaned. His eyes wandered back in her direction; he shifted his legs to relieve the growing swell in his shorts – she definitely had his “full” attention. Hmm, he thought – shapely figure, gorgeous, fully-exposed legs, a generous swell to her bosom, soft, flowing hair. His fingers twitched as he imagined drizzling oil onto her skin and stroking his hands over every inch of her luscious body. He could not keep his eyes off her – like a mermaid siren she was distracting him. Intently, he watched as she fluttered about making this little piece of the beach her own. He was drawn to her – he was mesmerized by her beauty – his body urging him to go to her – to hold and caress her – to pleasure her desires. Her body, her siren song – he felt helpless to her yearnings. Trying to clear his thoughts, he looked away and decided it was time to rebait his hook.

 

The warmth of the sun caressed her nearly naked flesh – like the magic touch of caressing hands and fingertips – she relished the relaxing feeling of her solar massage. Sensing his eyes marauding over her curves, she dared a peek upward in his direction. Indeed, he was still watching her. Time to make him squirm - she brought her knees up slightly and spread her legs just ever so much. Her hands touched her knees and then stroked slowly down her thighs – her fingers squeezed between her legs, and then rubbed over her chest. She reached for her water bottle for a drink, purposely letting some of the cool liquid drip down her neck and trickle into her cleavage. The cool droplets felt wonderful against her hot flesh and the twinge of excitement resurfaced between her thighs. Inside she was giggling, watching him spy on her, watching him turn away quickly as she stroked her own flesh – he was her prey, and he was taking her bait. She would show him that he is not the only one who has set out bait on this fine day!

 

Her little display of rubbing her hands over her body had done the trick. He was hooked for sure as she watched him quickly turn away and fumble with his fishing gear. Snickering, she imagined him twisting and turning to hide the growing bulge in his shorts – she could tell from his awkward movements that he was indeed experiencing a stiffened rod. She smirked to herself and decided that was enough fun for now and turned her face back to the sea to enjoy the peaceful melodies of the surf’s sounds. The growing swell in his pants, the nervousness in his fingers made him stagger as he tried to forget her and concentrate on his fishing. However, something about her stuck in his head – his body was quaking with desire – he could no longer concentrate – He quickly gathered his things and departed – time for a walk on the beach – time to be lured into her magic – time to succumb to her desires.

 

Her mind drifted into a soft blur and with her body seeming to melt into the softness of her lounging spot she rolled to her stomach exposing her backside to the magic of the sun’s rays. The golden orb caressed softly over her flesh, she heard herself emit a soft moan as the touch seemed oh so familiar. A drizzle of slick liquid drizzled over her calves, perfect pressure touched her feet, pulled at her toes, and stroked up and around her ankles. She had drifted into a dreamlike state, his hands rubbed up her legs, his thumbs pushed into her muscles urging every fiber of her being to simply relax. The warmth of his touch, the humid air, the glow of the sun on her skin sparked a brief hot tingle to waft slowly through her – the pleasure of the moment made her groan softly with delight – she didn’t question her dream, she just succumbed to the delight of the moment allowing the enjoyment of his touch to take control.

 

Kneading hands, the blaze of the sun had made her skin spark alive – the slow, dripping drizzle of slippery liquid meandered up her backside; fingertips stretched out behind her knees and with purposeful precision pressured into the back of her legs. A deep moan of delight echoed in her throat – the magic of her mysterious masseuse worked slowly up and down the smooth toned muscles of her legs. A quick spark flashed hot through her body, a small tingle of sensual satisfaction made her wriggle and squirm – powerful pressuring hands knowingly kneaded the soft globes of her bottom. Did she sense the heat of his body close or was it simply the warmth of sunshine streaming onto her flesh? Fingers squeezed and spread, swirling, and rubbing, urging her breath to exhale a moan as they pushed into her back and with ever so slow precision, stroked up her spine and compressed into flesh of her shoulders. Her mind meandered off, her body tingled, the heat of his touch igniting a flame deep within her. A fingertip wandered behind her ear, gently tracing her hairline – soft moist lips kissed her neck but quickly retreated.

 

She was panting with anticipation, her body boiled hot, her flesh ignited, wet and slick, steamy hot, yet she shivered – the soft touch of a feather, the gentle sea breeze, the delicate fingertip tracing down her spine and over the split of her rear end, lightly touching between her legs. The fluff of the feather accelerated, quick short strokes, the artist’s brush, her body the canvas. The touch for her pleasure, a tremor made her quake, the kiss of his lips, the flutter of his hot tongue tasting her skin. The flickering feather danced over her curves, swirling and slithering, up and down, side to side, advancing and retreating, soft, sensuous strokes made her body quiver and her breath pant.

 

A soft yelp when his fingers entwined together with hers – the feather replaced as flickering slickness waltzed its way over the source of her desire, dipping delicately to savor her nectar. Trembling with pleasure she instinctively raised her hips yearning for the flutter to devour her flower. Her breath escaped her, her flingers clenched tight, the tingle became a tremor, the spark an explosion, her flesh shaking with delicious delight…

 

Bzzzzz…Bzzzzzzzzz… she groaned, her hand flopped over the nightstand, her fingers searching for her phone, desperate to silence the buzzing alarm which had interrupted her sweet sleep…

 

As dawn turned to morning… he gazed up to the bright blue sky, he could only wonder as he watched her kick off her sandals and stroll gracefully across the strand…