| Straight: Infidelity: A Beach Story (1/5) |
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Sitting at the table, overlooking the bay, she sipped her wine as the breeze rustled her long blonde hair. She wondered at the circumstances that had led her to this place. A trip with friends to this lush Caribbean island had not turned out as expected. The opportunity to get away from real life and go with her girlfriends to this resort was a real treat. This morning she had decided she needed some time just for herself, and had sent her friends on their shopping tour while she slept late, then came out for brunch. As she finished her fruit, the server stopped by and presented her with a single yellow rose. With her look of surprise, he advised, "From the gentleman…" and pointed toward the beach. As her gaze shifted, she saw only sand and water. The server shrugged and walked to the kitchen. She looked at the tag and read, "A gorgeous yellow rose. Yellow, to match your golden hair, and gorgeous to match the lady." Not knowing what to think, but smiling inwardly, she put her sun hat on, picked up the rose and her beach bag and walked down to the water's edge. Such a glorious day, warm but not yet the stifling heat of late afternoon, sunny and bright. Not a day to lie down, so she decided a walk along the beach was in order. As she walked, she looked again at the rose. The words on the card intrigued her. Inwardly, she always wondered how she was viewed by the male species. Her husband often told her how attractive she was, but he was, after all, her husband and such comments were expected. Something unexpected from a stranger created a warm glow of satisfaction and she couldn't help but wonder what had stirred the stranger's action. Her long, wavy blond hair was attractive enough, but not cover girl status. Her body was fairly firm, but as age crept up, it was not in the category of the hard bodied teenage beach bunnies she was passing in their string bikinis, or in several cases, bikini bottoms only. Comparing her swimsuit-covered breasts to some, she wondered how she came to be the recipient of attention. Her wraparound skirt covered her from waist to mid calf and failed to show the tone and milky skin of her legs, yet couldn't hide the pleasing shape. She felt as if someone was watching her, but she could see no evidence of any unusual interest. The resort receded in the distance as she walked, away from the populated beach and along the more remote section of the island. As she came to an outcropping of rock, she stopped to watch the waves lap gently where sand met stone, and looked out at a small yacht, anchored a short distance off shore. She could see no one moving aboard, yet somehow felt a presence. She sat her bag on the sand and raised her arms above her head and stretched reaching to the sky, feeling her hair blowing across her shoulders. A sound came from behind her. "A lovely view suddenly became lovelier." She flinched as she heard the words. She turned quickly to see the man sitting among the rocks and wondered how she'd not seen him before. "Sorry if I startled you, but couldn't think of a way not to." She was immediately drawn to his smile, bright and genuine. The next thing she noticed was his blue eyes. Not Paul Newman blue, but a bright shade that glowed |
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