Sexy Shorts: On the Edge

On the Beach

"You really come prepared," he said as I stabbed a tent stake into the sand.

He loitered in his flip-flops, looking unsure of what to do with himself despite nailing the beach day look. Over his trunks, he wore a crisp white shirt that fluttered in the wind, allowing peekaboo glimpses of his skin, glistening with a hint of sweat in the early evening sun.

"I live a few miles from the beach. It's a rule that you have to keep your beach gear in the trunk of your car at all times." I moved on to the next three stakes, pausing to throw him a very serious look over my shoulder. "You know, in case of an emergency beach day."

He grinned and shook off his rigid stance. "Well, I'm glad to have you in this emergency."

We shared a quiet smile before the tent ballooned up into shape, the front unzipped towards the shore. He pointed to the beachside bar at the edge of the parking lot where the sand met the pavement. "I'm going to grab us some drinks."

"Could you get me something sweet?"

"You got it."

After he left, I knelt and took a sweeping look at our setup. I unfolded a beach blanket to cover the sand under the opaque parachute material and brought the rest of our bags into the shade of the tent. Satisfied, my mind turned to his return. I slipped my coverup off over my head and stretched out on my stomach in my bikini. I wanted to give him a good view to guide him back to our spot – so I arched my back to stick out my ass, bent my knees, and gently swayed my feet in the air.

He wasn't gone long and he sounded winded when he returned. "This looks... great."

"What did you get?" I glanced casually over my shoulder as if I wasn't clenching every one of my muscles for this pose. He stood slack-jawed in the sand, holding two plastic cups filled with colorful drinks. He snapped out of his stupor when he caught my gaze.

Worth it.

"Something sweet for someone sweet." He approached the tent, knelt by my side, and handed me my cup. With his newly freed hand, he glided his fingertips from the back of my calf up to my thigh, his icy touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His fingers spread as he reached the curve of my ass, gently cupping the skin just under my bikini.

"Mmm." I practically purred.

He squeezed before letting go. I immediately missed the soft weight of his grip.

I propped myself up and took a sip of the icy drink. "Thanks."

He leaned down and caught my lips in his, the sugary liquid mingling with our tongues for several hot seconds. I couldn't help the soft moan that escaped my throat. He traced a strand of hair along the side of my face and the restraint in his touch made me crave more.

But he pulled away. We were on a public beach, after all.

The sounds of people enjoying the surf drifted up and mixed with the waves. I turned onto my back. He stretched out next to me and propped himself up on his elbow.

I watched as his gaze dropped and fell over my body. He didn't bother hiding the desire written plainly on his face. His free hand twitched as if he couldn't help the urge to touch me. I crossed the space between us first, lifting my hand and entwining my fingers through his.

He took the encouragement as intended and trailed his fingertips up and down my arm. His voice was low and close when he spoke. "So what's your favorite thing to do at the beach?"

"I usually bring a book but if I'm being honest, I rarely actually read on the beach. Mostly I lie out like a lizard and soak in the sun. Bring the book along as intellectual cover."