Prologue
The sun is blazingly hot, every inch of my body feels like its sizzling, the tinkling of ice on glass tells me my second cocktail has arrived, this holiday is just what I needed, I couldn’t be more relaxed right now. I can feel the heat slowly relaxing me into a semiconscious state when I become vaguely aware of a shadow over my eyes, a cloud maybe?
"Excuse me senorita" a low husky voice penetrates my day dreams, I cautiously open my eyes, letting them re-adjust to the light.
He's tall, but still unfocused; blinking my eyes back to life he slowly takes shape. His tanned skin, his toned body, his wet tousled black hair hanging in curls framing his face, the water from them dripping down his chest glittering against the bright sun.
He's wearing the smallest pair of Speedo’s I’ve ever seen, they are straining to contain his manhood. I quickly look back up to his fine chiseled face, blushing profusely when I realise his sparkling eyes have been watching me clearly while I have been checking him out.
"Err...yes?" is all I can manage.
"Is this taken" he purrs motioning towards the sun lounger next to me.
"Um...no, I err... I don't think so" I sound like I blithering idiot, the slowly reducing blush returns full force as he shoots me a dazzling smile. God this man is hot.
With perfect elegance he drapes himself down onto the lounger, stealing a sideways glance I can see that his whole body is wet and positively glistening under the sun, what I wouldn't give to run my fingers over it. Peeking up at his face our eyes meet, oh no he has seen me biting my lip and ogling over him like a horny teenager.
Quickly averting my eyes before I embarrass myself anymore, I can do nothing but return to my sunbathing. My mouth is dry but I can’t bring myself to move let alone sit up and sip my cocktail which is tantalisingly close. At least when I’m lying down it creates an illusion of a passable body, if I stretch out and breathe in and have my arms reaching above my head....
I stay like this for what seems like a lifetime, feigning relaxation, but in reality I’m so stiff and uncomfortable, with my eyes shut my other senses are in overdrive, I can actually hear his deep rhythmic breathing. It’s probably all in my head but I swear I can feel his eyes burning into me. Don’t be stupid I scold myself; it’s more likely the sun burning you.
This is ridiculous, I’m an adult, I’ve come away on holiday on my own to get away from it all and relax and right now I am anything but. Just get up and walk away my mind says, but my body is reluctant to follow.
Finally I force my eyes open, at least while I’m blinded by the sun for a few seconds I can pretend I’m the only one here.
Standing up, quickly, on second thoughts too quickly as I have to put my hand out to the back of the sun lounger to steady myself stupid shaking hands nearly knocking it over, god that would have been mortifying! Clutching it tight now, I can’t resist and take a quick glance over at the Adonis who is eyeing me intently with a glint of amusement playing across his beautiful face. It takes everything I have to turn and saunter away in what I’m hoping looks f, with my other hand I grab my towel and in a flash wrap it around my body concealing my imperfections, reaching for my cocktail my like a nonchalant / confident manner.
I’m halfway across to the hotel when it hits me...shit! I’ve left my sandals behind....