Imagine you’re on holiday with your girlfriends in the Caribbean. Its mid-afternoon and you are laying on the beach in the shade of a coconut tree reading your favourite book... again! You sense someone crossing the sand towards you and as you start to look up a figure is already standing over you, back to the sun. He’s a muscular local guy with wide shoulders, very large black and capable-looking hands and tight red trunks. He smiles at you and says
"you need to be careful in this sun baby, can I rub some lotion into your back?"
You look him up and down, and then down again, and you think mmmm, tempting - but no, too dangerous. You say "no thanks" and turn over and carry on reading your book. Your hear him walking away towards the bar area.

You fall asleep very pleased with restraint and wake an hour later. You head back to your room, shower and head off for dinner with your friends. You eat from the amazingly fresh buffet, drink a little too much rum punch, and then dance to the heady rhythms of smooth reggae. As the dusk starts to settle you slip away and walk along the beach, sandals in hand at the water’s edge. Then you think "I'm on holiday and I want to swim," and a moment later your wrap, costume and sandals are left in a neat pile on the sand as you dive naked into the warm clear water.

You swim out slowly, enjoying the water coursing over your shape and reminding you that you are a woman. You head towards an old wooden pontoon and when you reach it you dive down and under the structure before surfacing on the other side. You turn and swim parallel with the beach, each stroke moving water around you like a silken caress. You turn again and head for the beach, and then you step out of the water. As you leave the ocean, the evening breeze finds your nipples making them tighten, the water reluctantly dripping from you.

You scan the beach.. your clothes have gone. 'Those bloody girls you think, but hey, I'm on holiday." So you lay down on your back on the beach, with your buttocks at the water's edge.

You open your legs slightly so the waves can splash gently between your thighs and you can feel the draw of the sand as the waves retreat beneath you. Then you hear footsteps. Someone walking across the sand. You try to cover yourself, but two hands would never be enough. Someone stands over you. It’s him, the guy in the red trunks. Just standing there. He smiles and kneels down beside you.
"Li back," he says, "and close your eyes."

You feel strangely relaxed and you comply. For what seems like minutes you can feel his eyes burning into you, examining every inch of your body. You feel a gentle touch, the tip of a long finger stroking your neck, slow, purposeful strokes, back and forth, back and forth. And then the stroking finds your earlobe, and on to your shoulder, slowly tracing your shape down to your forearm and the back of your hand.

You sense him lean forward and you feel something, a gentle breeze, he’s blowing gently over your nipple. The feeling and the thought of him kneeling over you naked makes you want to move your pelvis. He can sense this and puts a cupped hand gently between your legs. He doesn’t move his hand, he just cups your contour, feeling the warmth of your mound in the palm of your hand. Again no finger, no pressure, no movement, he understands you completely.

You start to rock your pelvis, more aware than ever of the splashing between your legs and the breeze that makes your skin yearn to be touched. He removes his hand and you feel him looking at you, watching your hips circling. This makes you more breathless than any amount of stroking ever could. Please, please! you think, I'm ready.

He stands, sand falling from his knees onto your stomach, it is as if the weight of each grain was designed to take you closer! You hear him step away, NOOO!! And then his footsteps disappear into the coconut grove. You wait, and wait, but he’s gone. You sigh, stand and start to brush your own sand off your back and your legs and your bum. As you look up to start walking you realise you’re being watched, everyone is standing on the balcony, nightcap in hand watching the final sun setting. Oh, and watching you naked, being caressed and thrusting your pelvis into giant hand of a passing stranger.

You cover yourself and run naked like a tropical Cinderella, though the lobby and back to your room. You slam the door behind you and drop the lock firmly into place. "Red USED to be my favourite colour!" you say out loud as a huge golden sun sets on the horizon……….

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