I enjoy the beach... for about 45 minutes, and then I'm bored. Don't get me wrong. I think it's beautiful, the varying shades of green and blue, the white sand clashing against it, the sound of the waves, all wonderful. I just need something active to do. Aside from that, however, if the beach is crowded, I find it perfectly acceptable to sit and watch people, and not just the hot ones. People's behavior and the way they carry themselves interests me. Don't get me wrong, though, I definitely notice the hot ones which is where this story gets interesting.

I found myself not too long ago in just such a situation. I was on a crowded beach (the umbrellas and shades were three rows deep) watching my fellow beach-goers do their thing when one of them caught my eye to the left. I'm wearing a pair of sunglasses that keep my gaze from being TOO obvious. I panned my head in that direction as if it was just a casual move, but my eyes honed in on this skimpy little black bikini making its way out of the waves. The woman behind it couldn't have been over 5'1" with long black hair. She carried a scuba mask in her left hand (HOT that she wasn't just lounging on the beach like many of the other women). As my eyes brought her further into focus, I discovered her full lips, dark eyes, and gymnast's body (possibly volleyball). She had relatively small breasts, perky smallish B's, perhaps, but otherwise, curves in all the right places. Her tight muscular body displayed just the right amount of softness. You could see the muscles flexing beneath her tight skin, but the lines weren't hard (not that there's anything wrong with that ;) ). Her bikini looked as if it had been tailor-made for her physique. The three little triangles of fabric just covered her breasts and pubic region, tied in place by little strings that dangled in knots on her hips and, presumably, her back. I found myself literally staring, tracking her as she walked out of the water and toward me, my supposed subtle glance a thing of the past.

I followed the lines of her legs and abs back up to her face as she walked. It was then I realized she knew I was watching her. Oops! I fought the impulsive "look away", my head just barely, almost imperceptibly jerking to the right. I didn't fool her at all, though. She covered her giggle with her empty hand. My face began turning a shade of red not associated with the UV rays, but then I realized she had never broken eye contact with me, and her lips had curled up into a little smirk. She's all the way past me now and looking back over her shoulder just enough that she can tell I'm still looking. I involuntarily smiled back at her. She sort of tucked her head and strolled on over to the tent she was sharing with several others.

I was just about to get up and conjure a reason to go over there, when I noticed one of the guys was hovering close to her. Did he have his hand on her ass? Ugh, significant other. I took a deep breath, released it, and went back to my people watching.

That evening, I found myself back down on the beach. The evening air was much cooler and there was a full moon out. I was casually looking in the surf for "sea fleas". I have no idea what they actually are, maybe some sort of crab, but they look like huge white fleas that burrow into the sand. They're fairly easy to locate and catch when they're out, and I managed to snag a fairly large one. I was inspecting it in my palm when a voice behind me asked "Whatcha got there?"

I turned to see who had spoken to me, and in the moonlight, instantly recognized her figure. She'd changed out of her bikini, now dressed in a red sundress. The straps were slender, one of them hanging off her shoulder. The hem was short, but not too short, the fabric clinging to her curves. I mentally pinched myself back into reality and answered, "Ya know, all I know them as is 'sea fleas'. I have no doubt that isn't their name, though." I chuckled a little. She smiled. "May I see?" I held out my palm for her to observe. She frowned. "There's nothing there, but a pile of sand."

These little critters burrow down in the sand, even little piles if they are able. I assumed that's what had happened and began to search for it in my palm. No luck. It must have escaped while I was distracted. "I guess it jumped down while I was admiri....." It was too late. Her lips curled up on the ends revealing that she knew. I finished sticking my foot in my mouth, "admiring your dress. You wear it very well." She seemed to like the way I phrased my compliment. "Thank you, sir. Now, you owe me a 'sea flea'."

We both turned to walk down the beach, bare feet in the surf, in search of a flea. The search didn't take long. They were everywhere this night. I scooped up a pile of sand and found a tiny one. She wanted to hold it. I pressed the fleshy parts of our hands together and let the sand fall into hers along with the flea, which immediately scrambled off and back into the ocean. She wadded up one side of her lips in disgust. "Sorry I dropped your flea." I told her we'd find a bigger one which cheered her up. "This chick is really into these creepy things?" I pondered to myself.

We continued our walk on down the beach. I located several more sea fleas for her, a couple of nice sized ones. We lost track of how far we'd walked and found a beach lounge chair to rest on for a second. It was at this point I realized I hadn't even asked her name. We exchanged monikers and other pleasantries, and then I remembered the guy she had been with. "Is your boyfriend not going to be worried about you? You've been gone awhile." She giggled. "What makes you think I have a boyfriend, sir? Have you been watching me?" I blushed hard. Even under the moonlight, she could tell. So, she came to my rescue, "He'd like to be. I let him pretend a little while we're here.... but only a little." She winked.

"Well, in that case, I was absolutely checking you out on the beach today," I fired back. She bit her bottom lip a little and chuckled. "And did you like what you saw, sir?" I paused a moment contemplating my next move. My first instinct was to just lean over and kiss her, but I hesitated ... my eyes involuntarily drifting down to her lips. She noticed and tucked her bottom lip between her teeth again. I didn't over think this time. I leaned over and pressed our lips together, just a little peck at first. I started to pull back to see her reaction, but her lips felt so good against mine, my desire to feel them again outweighed any reservations I might have had. I reached around her as my lips found hers one more time, my hand resting on the small of her back urging us closer together. She scooted toward me. I wrapped my hand further around. We sat there making out on the beach chair for a while, neither of us willing to let the other go. There were a few wandering hands, but overall, it was all very innocent.

After A WHILE, she pulled back from me. I wasn't quite ready and gave her a couple more pecks on the lips. She didn't resist, but then glanced at her watch and explained that her friends would be worried if she didn't get back to check in with them. I understood. We collected ourselves and began moving back down the beach. After a few steps, I reached over and did the brush-your-knuckles-together routine. She didn't resist, and I intertwined our fingers as we walked. I was still convinced she was an athlete of some sort, but her hands were soft... suggesting to me in my uninformed state that maybe volleyball was more likely than gymnast. I had to know. "You have such an athletic build. Are you involved in some sort of athletics?" She looked up at me with those amazing brown eyes, "Depends.... what if I am?" Having dated a few athletes in the past, I realized she might be worried I'd be intimidated or try and "compete" with her. "Whether you are or not, I think you have an amazing figure. I'm just curious if I've guessed correctly," I reassured her. She barked back, "Oh, you think you've got me figured, huh? Guess then!" I couldn't help but grin at her response. I pretended to really have to think about it for a second, and then "I think you're a volleyball player, a setter, to be more specific." She dropped her jaw and sort of smirked at me. "Well, you nailed me. What gave it away?" I chuckled, the potential double-entendre not having been lost on me, "Just a long-running infatuation with volleyball chicks, I guess... and I like to play a little myself." This pleased her.

"And would you say you're pretty good?" she queried with an evil smirk. "I'm not bad... at least for a guy with no real training." I could see her wheels turning. "I just happen to have a volleyball back in my room. Care to make things interesting?" I learned long ago that when a woman offers to make things interesting, you comply... immediately before she changes her mind. "Mmmm, let's," I blurted out.

We retrieved the ball from her room and came back down to the beach. She led me away from the hotel a ways. I still had no idea what's about to happen, but the anticipation was driving me a little wild.

"Let's pepper," she said, "I wanna see what you've got." "OK," I agreed. "There's just one catch," she purred back at me, "We strip for each error." I played it cool, "You're on... after all, you're wearing a little less than me." "You have no idea," she coyly replied. Could she be wearing JUST that sundress and I didn't notice? Ugh, now I was distracted... a lot. We began.

I held my own for a while with each round, but she ultimately got my shirt and my shorts pretty easily. I'm in my underwear. She has nothing but her sundress on. This is for all the marbles. She lightly slaps the ball at me to get started. Bump, pass, pass, hit, ... it went on awhile. She has yet to make a single error in this entire competition, but after a few moments of this final round, she stands up straight and lets the ball land at her feet. I know exactly what she's doing. "Oops. It looks like you've won, sir," she quipped. She reaches down to grab the hem of her dress. I stop her. "You let me win. You should at least let me help you with that." She liked that idea and stepped closer to give me access. I grabbed her, pulling her up tight and tangling our lips together. My hands slid down the back of her dress, squeezing her firm cheeks before continuing on down to the bottom of her dress. When I reached the bottom, rather than grasping the dress, i flattened my palms against the backs of her thighs and slowly moved them up toward her ass, the dress compacting like a curtain. By the time my hands reached their destination, the dress is lifted up enough to expose everything from the waist down. I can't see any of it, however, because my lips are firmly planted against hers, but the awareness that she was standing there with me half naked was driving me wild.

I wanted more. I looked around and found a large wooden box on the beach where they store umbrellas. I scooped her in my arms to carry her over. She wrapped her legs and arms around me like a spider monkey and continued to kiss my neck. I sat her on the box, and she immediately extended her arms pushing me back. I paused to read her. She lifted one corner of her mouth in a little half-grin and then proceeded to remove the sundress. The bikini had revealed soooo much of her body earlier today, but seeing her there now completely nude for me made her body seem even more appealing. I stepped toward her, but she motioned for me to stop. "Those are not welcome over her, sir." She pointed to my boxer briefs. Without hesitation, I dropped them into the sand and then closed the gap. I spent the next half hour putting my lips and tongue on every inch of her. She returned the favor when we got back to my hotel room. I guess she had told her friends EXACTLY what she had in store for us when we'd picked up the volleyball, because she spent the night with me.... although neither of us slept a wink. Maybe those details are better revealed another time.