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IC: I stood on the porch of the beach house looking out over the blue green waters. My husband and I rented this same beach house at the same time every year, but this year he had been called out of state on business and I had come alone. "Tanya," I said to myself, "what are you going to do with yourself for a whole week?" I didn't know the answer to that question, and right now the sand was beckoning me and I had the desire to feel it under the soles of her feet.
Picking the sun hat up off the table and placing it on my head, I was again thankful for the lesson I learned so many years ago, that the sun and my fair skin were not compatible. Consequently, at the age of 45, I had the complexion of a 25 year old. My body, also that of a 25 year old also, firm and lithe. I was dressed in navy blue shorts, moderate in lenghth, not too short but not too long either and a white blouse that I had knotted at the waste and unbuttoned probably one button too far.
I walked down the steps to the sand and decided to walk south toward the pier, carrying my sandals in my hand, swinging them lightly, in case I decided to stop in at the bar on the pier and letting my toes sink into the sensual warmth of the sun-kissed sand.
The beach became more crowded as I got closer to the pier. I did not notice any person in particular, but had the distinct feeling that I was being watched. It was not the creepy type of being watched, but rather one of anticipation that made me shiver lightly which was a feeling that I did not understand.
[Edited by Tanya on 03-12-2001 at 10:15 AM]
IC: I stood on the porch of the beach house looking out over the blue green waters. My husband and I rented this same beach house at the same time every year, but this year he had been called out of state on business and I had come alone. "Tanya," I said to myself, "what are you going to do with yourself for a whole week?" I didn't know the answer to that question, and right now the sand was beckoning me and I had the desire to feel it under the soles of her feet.
Picking the sun hat up off the table and placing it on my head, I was again thankful for the lesson I learned so many years ago, that the sun and my fair skin were not compatible. Consequently, at the age of 45, I had the complexion of a 25 year old. My body, also that of a 25 year old also, firm and lithe. I was dressed in navy blue shorts, moderate in lenghth, not too short but not too long either and a white blouse that I had knotted at the waste and unbuttoned probably one button too far.
I walked down the steps to the sand and decided to walk south toward the pier, carrying my sandals in my hand, swinging them lightly, in case I decided to stop in at the bar on the pier and letting my toes sink into the sensual warmth of the sun-kissed sand.
The beach became more crowded as I got closer to the pier. I did not notice any person in particular, but had the distinct feeling that I was being watched. It was not the creepy type of being watched, but rather one of anticipation that made me shiver lightly which was a feeling that I did not understand.
[Edited by Tanya on 03-12-2001 at 10:15 AM]
