The Beach

[crystalcompass]

Stretching out for miles were grains of a golden hue; a carpet of warm sand. Decorating the surface were the footprints of lovers; trails with unknown destinations. Blue upon blue; there was no distinction where sea and ocean met. They merged together into one grand cerulean jewel. There wasn't a powdering of cloud or bubbling of seafoam to tarnish the blue. At the height of its powers the sun scorched the earth below with only a gentle breeze to temper its anger. This breeze carried the salty aroma of the ocean gently performing the beach. In near domino like we were sunbeds full of flesh sizzling in the sun. A kaleidoscope of exotic coloured bottles shone in jewel times behind the beach side bar. People were propped up on stools engaging in all manner of flirtation and conversation. Like all the shells scattered upon the shore, these people came in different shape and size, each had their unique lustre and personality creating beauty far and wide. People ascend upon the beach to love, to flirt and to play. Each person hoping to create an erotic story of their own.

I am looking for some ladies and gentlemen to join me on the beach. Your objectives could be friendship, romance, sex or anything else your dirty minds can come up with.

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[crystalcompass]

Beneath her feet the sand was warm,, yielding as she left temporary footprints across the beach. Ripples of the sea caressed her toes every now and again with a salty coolness. In contrast the golden disc of the sun blazed down baking the world below. Thankfully the soothing fingers of the sea breeze made it bearable. Asumi found the breeze pleasing as it brushed against her skin, touseling her long ebony hair. It reminded her of wintry kisses all over her body from someone who had been out in the cold. A basket weave beach bag was swung carelessly by her side containing all the essentials for a day of indulging in sunbathing. Sunglasses were worn like a hairband upon her head, pushing the hair back from her face. Tradition beach attire was worn; a triangle bikini too could barely contain her amble breasts which sensual bounce with every step. The bikini top fastened in a bow in a halter neck design that displayed her smooth sculptures shoulders. Her bikini bottoms rested on her wide hips, moulding around her plump buttocks. A lacy sarong accentuated her waist elegantly fanning out to expose her juicy thighs. With each stride her hips swung in a sultry fashion, like the pendulum of a clock.

Finally she reached her destination; a sunbed with a view where you couldn't tell where the sea ended and the cerulean sky began. The dating was untied and laid out on the sunbed. As she laid her body down, her hair formed a puddle of liquid silk. She lowered her sunglasses to shield her eyes from the sun's glare.Her hands rested by her side as she knew a bent in a demure fashion. Before venturing out in the unforgiving sun she had liberally applied sun options to her skin. The result was a sensual glistening in the skin and a light tropical fragrance which perfumes the air wherever she roamed.

Asumi had come unaccompanied to the beach with one mission in mind; a passionate affair. She yearned to feel desirable and womanly again. It had been longer than she would like to admit since she had felt the touch of a man. Being married to a man who was married to his work was a solitary existence. While he suffered from the incurable disease that was the 'workoholic', she was plagued with loneliness. Despite this she didn't seek justification for her betrayal. It was deplorable; pure and simple. If her husband ever found out She believes she deserved whatever punishment she would have to endure. At this precise moment her husband was timezones away and even further away from her thoughts. Hidden in her beach bag was her wedding ring. She had no plans to deceive any potential lover. Before anything happened she would disclose her martial status. If her potential lover was undeterred then sensuality and pleasure would be just a kiss away.

 

[Colonel_Liam]

Stepping off the plane to the resort’s private landing strip, Alexander almost immediately began to undo the first handful of buttons of his short sleeved shirt, revealing well muscled chest, bronzed by the sun and covered in a layer of silver hair. The bright sunlight glinted off his silver hair and beard.

He hefted his two bags easily, the rippling muscles of his torso easily taking the weight. Since the sudden death of his wife a few years ago, Alexander had thrown himself at life with a passion for the extremes it presented, switching between adventure tourism and extreme decadence.

Three months in Kyoto, soaking up sake and noodles in the Geisha districts had been followed by a half year walkabout in the Austrailian outback, adding a lean, hungry aspect to his muscled physique.

Checking in to his suite he quickly changed out of his khaki pants and into a pair of swim trunks that did little to mask one of the reasons his marriage had lasted happily as long as it had. A short walk later and he was on the beach, sun bouncing off a from that Michaelangelo would have been happy to sculpt.

Wading into the crystal clear waters, he dove in once the water was deep enough and swam out among the multicolored corals and shoals of exotic fish for over an hour before he finally returned to the beach, sore and panting, but excited at the display of flesh from other beach goers, in swimsuits as multicolored as the fish in the sea.

Approaching a beach kiosk he ordered a refreshing cider and began to walk the beach, appraising each person he came across.