It was a beautiful sunny day in Gloryville. The hot summer sun was shining on the vast ocean which lay before me. I remember thinking that nothing could be more beautiful than the Gloryville town beach that day, but I was wrong...

About midday, I saw her. I saw her walking along the beach with a light summer shawl around her waist. She was far away, but I could see the sun shining on her golden hair as if she had a halo. As she walked down the beach towards me, she stopped for a moment to talk briefly with each person she passed. After what seemed like an eternity she reached the spot where I was tanning. I tried to pretend not to notice her arrival, but it didn’t work.

“Beautiful day,” she said. “I sometimes wish every day was like this.”

The sound of her voice reminded me of a small bird I heard singing earlier in the day. The sun was still shining brilliantly behind her. I could barely make out her features through the glare.

“Well, man does not live on bread alone,” I said foolishly.

Suddenly, she seemed very interested in what I had to say. I propped myself up onto my elbow and for the first time I saw her face. She was strikingly beautiful. She was the kind of girl that you had to look at twice to make sure you weren’t seeing things. When she turned away for a moment, I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. My eyes wandered down from her face to her small, but perfect breasts. It was as if they were speaking to me. “Hello. We are her breasts.” I thought. Before I could finish my lustful gaze, she spoke again.

“I’ve run out of lotion, Do you have any that I could borrow?” She asked politely.

I fumbled though my things and came up with a half used bottle of sunblock. I held it out to her, but she simply turned around.

“Would you mind rubbing some on my back? I feel a burn coming on,” she said calmly.

Actually, I did mind. I was suddenly very defensive. I was hoping to spend a nice quiet day alone. I said nothing. I began to massage the sunblock on her smooth tan back. The smell of the sand and the surf had combined with her perfume. I was becoming more and more aroused by her.

I began to think about the argument I’d had with my wife hours before. I just needed to get out of the house for a while. I came to the beach hoping to straighten things out in my head. I wasn’t really sure what I felt about her. I began to wonder whether or not I had ever loved my wife. She changed somehow after our marriage, but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was that was different. All I knew was that I had to get away for a while.

I gently rubbed the sunblock on the sides of her back. As my hand rose up and down, I brushed against the side of her breasts. She shivered ever so slightly as I rubbed the cold sunblock on her bare skin. After I had covered her back with lotion, she asked if she could share my beach blanket. For a long time, we both laid in the blistering sun. Finally, she got up and said, “lets go swimming!”

I looked at her lustfully and said, “no, I’d rather stay here.”

She mistook my lustful gaze as sadness and wrapped her arm around me. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asked compassionately.

“No!” I yelled. “Lets go swimming.”

We spent the next few minutes in the cold shallow water of the ocean. We had a fantastic time together. We splashed, laughed, and playfully teased each other. After we had worn each other out, we headed for the sand. As we walked back to our spot, I noticed her beautiful limbs. She had quite long legs. They were muscular, but just enough to make them firm and sexy. She looked absolutely wonderful. A work of art.

Suddenly, the weather began to change. The sun hid its face behind a cloud that resembled a python. I began to think about my wife again. We had some really good times together. As the sun lowered itself behind the water it began to get a bit cold.

“Do you like to dance?” she asked excitedly.

I hadn’t danced a step in fifteen years. “Love it.” I said.