Love On the Beach - SometimeA Story by DaveThis is another side of the story Love on the Beach also available here. Love on the Beach - Sometime The sea was kind to me that day, it allowed me to easily take my board out to the breaking waves. Each wave provided me with a ride that filled me with joy. As the day was getting longer I was beginning to feel tiredness in my legs. I was thinking of one last surf, when I saw her. She was strolling along the waters' edge in her white suit, its' color matching my own. I couldn't make out her face, but her golden tresses wafted in the off-shore breeze looking beautiful. Without realizing it my board was carrying me close to where she was. Now I could see, in the shortened distance, her blue eyes and well- sculpted figure. As I neared the waters' edge I saw her watching and smiling. She walked boldly up to me. "You're pretty good at this aren't you?" she asked. "I don't know how good, but I enjoy it. Have you ever tried it?" "No, I haven't, but I've always wanted too." "I'd love to teach you, but it's getting dark now." "You may not have noticed, but I've watched you for some time. I got very excited when I saw some of the larger waves you rode." Together we carried my board up to where her blanket was laid out on the sand. "I'd be glad to show you how tomorrow, if you wish." I told her. We were sitting close together on her blanket. "I told you that watching you excited me, shall I show you?" Pushing me onto my back she lay across and kissed me. I was amazed at how quickly her bathing suit disappeared and then she removed mine as well. "I want to feel as though I were one of those waves you rode so smooth and easily ." she told me and then she did. © 2024 DaveReviews
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2 Reviews Added on November 4, 2024 Last Updated on December 17, 2024 AuthorDaveBridgewater, NJAboutDavid B. Pincus I am a retired teacher. I have taught in grades 5th-8th in New Jersey. I am married and have two grown daughters and four grandsons. I enjoy playing tennis and traveling. With m.. more..Writing
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