Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Hump Day Reflections!

Up until two weeks ago he’d never seen her before, now she was here every morning drinking a cup of something hot when he came down. The first couple of days it felt odd to share the beach with another person, now he looked forward to seeing her tow blonde head as he hit the sand. There was a glow about her that turned his head away from the surf and toward sex.

While he sat out in the water on his board, trying to ignore his hard-on and find a peaceful place to start the day, more often than not he’s found himself thinking about her. His wild imagination has attached all sorts of things to her, but when he came back in, none of it seemed to fit.

Besides feeling like his body was high jacked by his libido, there were another thing that was odd about her. On some mornings she appeared to be a child, maybe a teen, while other times it seemed more likely she was in her twenties. This only made him more curious about her.

Who was she? Why was she here so early in the morning? What did she really look like? He knew she was blonde and had intense green eyes, but that was about it. She never stood up when he was looking and was always gone by the time he got out. Instead she sat there, with her arms crossed around her legs, holding them against her chest. Usually she wore a sweatshirt and shorts, so he has seen her shins, but nothing else.

This morning he made his way down the path to the private cove and as he came out of the last bend, he looked up and smiled. There she was. Today he was determined to find out some answers to his questions.

Following his usual path, he was almost upon her when she looked up, smiling at him as she always did. He nodded, but instead of continuing on, he walked over to join her. Laying his board down on the sand, he sat down and put his hand out to shake hers.

“Hi, I’m Mark.”

Wow, the touch of her hand in his went straight down to his dick, making it throb with immediate need for attention. This was a connection like he’s never had before. He didn’t want to drop it, but he wanted, no needed, her to touch him - all over. Waiting for her to answer, he fell further into her gaze. The orbs sparkled and, like a riptide, pulled him closer to her.

“I’m Tara.”

to be continued...


Tempest Knight said...

Oooh... where's the rest of this story? *wg*

Tilly Greene said...

Now Tempest darlin', did you really think I'd give it to you guys all at once!

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

Fun one, Tilly!

Promise me you'll let me proof this before you send it anywhere, though. I love to proof -- it's the ex-copyeditor in me. And I'd love to proof your stuff, woman!

Tilly Greene said...

Hmmm, Susan, you and I shall be talking about this one...you've been warned! When I get out of edit hell I'm knocking on your door :-)

Sparky Duck said...

Tilly, this one sounds really really really good

Tilly Greene said...

Thank you Sparkie...I think I know where it will go next week...but we'll see :-)