i started writing this a few months ago, then just stopped (as it got interesting 
)
any comments (about the story or otherwise) are appreciated
*begin
The golden sun overhead, but a small dot high above in the endless blue sky, glistened and sparkled in the waves of the gently lapping ocean. ‘God… it’s so beautiful here’ he thought to himself. He felt calm, at ease, his body and mind melting through the deckchair, into clean white sand. Rolling his head to one side, he admired the tall palm trees through dark tinted glasses. The warmth of the sun, it made his body feel vibrant and exotic, yet also drugged, lethargic, sluggish. He didn’t mind, he didn’t need to go anywhere. Slowly, he rolled his head to the other side, staring down the length of the perfect beach. There wasn’t a soul in sight, just an empty deckchair a few metres away. He sighed, contented. Much hard work over many, many hours had brought him here, finally, and he was going to make the most of it, savoring every day as if it were his last.
The fact he never needed to work another day in his life made him proud, but not cocky. He resented the wealthy, the bourgeoisie, who forgot their common links and traditions, believing themselves to be superior, when in most cases it had been the work of luck or chance they has succeeded where others failed. He shook his head, and let the annoyance ebb out of him. It was his holiday, a permanent holiday if he so chose, and he never needed to talk to them again. Closing his eyes, he began dream, a cool light breeze, nature’s air conditioner, kept him the perfect temperature as he basked in the light.
*crrrssshhhhhhh*
The sound of the gently breaking waves awoke him. His eyes were still shut, but he could now feel it was dusk, his body no longer being lightly baked by the sun. The breeze had gotten stronger, as the hot sand released heat and created an updraft, sucking in cooler air off the ocean. It was still pleasant though, and it was many minutes before he opened his eyes, slowly. The sun was a fat golden coin on the horizon; the moon climbing higher as the sun slowly faded, and then disappeared completely. He slowly sat up, the beach landscape being illuminated dually by the last of the sun’s rays coming around the Earth, and the pure white light from the moon.
‘Hello…’
A woman’s voice, soft and sweet. He turned slowly; the voice had come from the other deckchair. He was unafraid; rather he was interested in source of the divine voice. And there she was, reclining slightly in the deckchair as he had been all day, watching him intently. The first thing he admired was her skin, tanned dark from the sun yet soft and appealing. Her body excited him; she was neither skinny nor heavy, smooth curves defining her. A simple bikini top covered her ample breasts, while a modest sarong prevented his eyes probing her body further, while still allowing him to marvel at her long firm legs. Long slightly-curly brown hair fell over the back of her shoulders, gently shifting in the creamy wind. Most enchanting of all was her delicious face, with delicate brown eyes emphasized by her chocolate brown eyebrows. Near-perfect white teeth coupled with silky-smooth lips in a stunning smile were the icing on the cake, so to speak, of a beautiful woman.
He sat, enchanted, observing her for the longest moment. Somehow, she seemed almost familiar. It seemed unreal, too calm, as if time had stopped and frozen the world in this state of equilibrium, not day, not night, perfectly still.
He smiled. Time started again. She lifted a crystal cocktail glass, and took a shallow sip, then smiled pleasantly at him again, her pearly teeth iridescent in the moonlight. He was about to open his mouth when she spoke again.
“I know who you are; there is no need to introduce yourself,”
This wasn’t completely surprising. He had been highly publicized in his rise to riches, a fact he had resented; he did not see it as being anyone else’s business how wealthy he was. She continued.
“I do hope you have been enjoying your stay here in our paradise, it is one of the last existing.”
Her voice was tinged with sadness now, and he knew what she was speaking of. Many of the surrounding islands had been turned into tourist centers, destroying the local culture and heritage, forcing the population to become economic slaves to foreign investors. He avoided these places like sin; instead he made his way to places as of yet untouched by the western world and modern technology in any major way. He noted she had given a hint as to who she was, obviously a native on the island.
Suddenly he remembered, hadn’t the old man who let him holiday on their island as a young boy had a daughter? It had been many years since he first visited the island, could the little girl he had played with many times in the protected waters of the island all those years ago be this seductive vision before him? He struggled for her name, it had been so long ago it seemed, so much had happened since those carefree days. She had been a few years younger than him, but together they had frolicked and cavorted around the island as if it was their very own. Vi! That was her name, Vi! Her real name had been very long and hard to pronounce as a child, so he had cut it down to simpler terms.
“Hi Vi!” he said to her, grinning
She squealed in delight, a stimulating sound. With her luscious hair and sarong whipping behind her as she leapt out of the seat and ran the few metres from her deckchair to his, her breasts bounced and swayed dramatically. By now the sun had completely set, and the only light was that of the moon, pale yet bright. Vi straddled him where he sat with her delicious legs, and hugged him close to her. He could feel her breasts being crushed against his chest, and as she kissed his cheek, he saw the enticing cleavage her breasts formed.
*where i finished
so yea.. thoughts?
)any comments (about the story or otherwise) are appreciated
*begin
The golden sun overhead, but a small dot high above in the endless blue sky, glistened and sparkled in the waves of the gently lapping ocean. ‘God… it’s so beautiful here’ he thought to himself. He felt calm, at ease, his body and mind melting through the deckchair, into clean white sand. Rolling his head to one side, he admired the tall palm trees through dark tinted glasses. The warmth of the sun, it made his body feel vibrant and exotic, yet also drugged, lethargic, sluggish. He didn’t mind, he didn’t need to go anywhere. Slowly, he rolled his head to the other side, staring down the length of the perfect beach. There wasn’t a soul in sight, just an empty deckchair a few metres away. He sighed, contented. Much hard work over many, many hours had brought him here, finally, and he was going to make the most of it, savoring every day as if it were his last.
The fact he never needed to work another day in his life made him proud, but not cocky. He resented the wealthy, the bourgeoisie, who forgot their common links and traditions, believing themselves to be superior, when in most cases it had been the work of luck or chance they has succeeded where others failed. He shook his head, and let the annoyance ebb out of him. It was his holiday, a permanent holiday if he so chose, and he never needed to talk to them again. Closing his eyes, he began dream, a cool light breeze, nature’s air conditioner, kept him the perfect temperature as he basked in the light.
*crrrssshhhhhhh*
The sound of the gently breaking waves awoke him. His eyes were still shut, but he could now feel it was dusk, his body no longer being lightly baked by the sun. The breeze had gotten stronger, as the hot sand released heat and created an updraft, sucking in cooler air off the ocean. It was still pleasant though, and it was many minutes before he opened his eyes, slowly. The sun was a fat golden coin on the horizon; the moon climbing higher as the sun slowly faded, and then disappeared completely. He slowly sat up, the beach landscape being illuminated dually by the last of the sun’s rays coming around the Earth, and the pure white light from the moon.
‘Hello…’
A woman’s voice, soft and sweet. He turned slowly; the voice had come from the other deckchair. He was unafraid; rather he was interested in source of the divine voice. And there she was, reclining slightly in the deckchair as he had been all day, watching him intently. The first thing he admired was her skin, tanned dark from the sun yet soft and appealing. Her body excited him; she was neither skinny nor heavy, smooth curves defining her. A simple bikini top covered her ample breasts, while a modest sarong prevented his eyes probing her body further, while still allowing him to marvel at her long firm legs. Long slightly-curly brown hair fell over the back of her shoulders, gently shifting in the creamy wind. Most enchanting of all was her delicious face, with delicate brown eyes emphasized by her chocolate brown eyebrows. Near-perfect white teeth coupled with silky-smooth lips in a stunning smile were the icing on the cake, so to speak, of a beautiful woman.
He sat, enchanted, observing her for the longest moment. Somehow, she seemed almost familiar. It seemed unreal, too calm, as if time had stopped and frozen the world in this state of equilibrium, not day, not night, perfectly still.
He smiled. Time started again. She lifted a crystal cocktail glass, and took a shallow sip, then smiled pleasantly at him again, her pearly teeth iridescent in the moonlight. He was about to open his mouth when she spoke again.
“I know who you are; there is no need to introduce yourself,”
This wasn’t completely surprising. He had been highly publicized in his rise to riches, a fact he had resented; he did not see it as being anyone else’s business how wealthy he was. She continued.
“I do hope you have been enjoying your stay here in our paradise, it is one of the last existing.”
Her voice was tinged with sadness now, and he knew what she was speaking of. Many of the surrounding islands had been turned into tourist centers, destroying the local culture and heritage, forcing the population to become economic slaves to foreign investors. He avoided these places like sin; instead he made his way to places as of yet untouched by the western world and modern technology in any major way. He noted she had given a hint as to who she was, obviously a native on the island.
Suddenly he remembered, hadn’t the old man who let him holiday on their island as a young boy had a daughter? It had been many years since he first visited the island, could the little girl he had played with many times in the protected waters of the island all those years ago be this seductive vision before him? He struggled for her name, it had been so long ago it seemed, so much had happened since those carefree days. She had been a few years younger than him, but together they had frolicked and cavorted around the island as if it was their very own. Vi! That was her name, Vi! Her real name had been very long and hard to pronounce as a child, so he had cut it down to simpler terms.
“Hi Vi!” he said to her, grinning
She squealed in delight, a stimulating sound. With her luscious hair and sarong whipping behind her as she leapt out of the seat and ran the few metres from her deckchair to his, her breasts bounced and swayed dramatically. By now the sun had completely set, and the only light was that of the moon, pale yet bright. Vi straddled him where he sat with her delicious legs, and hugged him close to her. He could feel her breasts being crushed against his chest, and as she kissed his cheek, he saw the enticing cleavage her breasts formed.
*where i finished
so yea.. thoughts?
