I stood in the mirror staring at my naked body. “What shall I wear?” I thought to myself. I had a date with my landlord hell what was his name? I checked the lease he slipped in my mailbox this morning. Oh his name is Brad, how cute. I rambled through my suitcases. I needed to go furniture shopping. I had slept on a air mattress last night. I found it, my damage blue jean short shorts and my zebra print Marilyn halter swimsuit. It was very sexy for a one piece. I got dressed, the shorts were cute not too much butt cheek but enough for a teaser. I slid my feet into my black flip flops. I styled my hair in long flowing waves. I applied bronzer to my chocolate brown skin, I dressed my eyes with Dior waterproof mascara and golden eye shadow. I applied my pink tone lipgloss and blew a kiss at the mirror. I heard his motorcycle pull in the driveway. I grabbed my brown and white Henri Bendal tote walking out the door.
” Wow, I never rode on the back of a Harley before.” I said walking towards him.
“First time for everything.” He said smiling at me. I mounted the back of the bike and put my arms tightly around his nicely toned waist. I wonder whats underneath. We pulled out into the street headed into town. We finally arrived at beachfront with motorcycles everywhere. The smell of grilled meats and seafood filled the air. Tanned beauties of all races roamed the beach with their dates. I spotted two bars amongst the crowd. I should have known what is a biker party without the booze.
” Your idea of a first date?” I asked
” Not trying to be funny or anything but you seem like you could use some fun.” He said, helping me off the bike.
“What happened to your leg?” He asked, looking at the bandage that covered my bullet wound.
” I was shot while defending myself.” I said. I took the red bandana off his head and tied it around the bandage.
“Now, I fit in.” I said smiling. He grabbed my hand and we headed towards the bar. Three blondes were working their daisies and their boots. Not to mention serving drinks to the thirsty crowd. We ordered Patron tequila shots. The blonde bar tender served us a tray with six shots,lemon and lime pieces sprinkled with salt.
“Are you sure you can handle your liquor?” He said laughing.
I wrapped my lips around the shotglass,tilting my head back consuming its contents. I popped the lemon in my mouth sucking softly.
” Your turn tough guy.”
He bit the lemon first and quickly drank the shot. He threw back another after that.
” So you want to challenge me?” I asked, I round up the remaining three shots and finished them off. He just stared at me amazed.
“Another round” he shouted to the bar tender. We finished off three rounds before we left the bar. He grabbed my hand and led me to ocean. The caked sand felt funny in my flipflops so I decided to take them off. He playfully swooped me up in his arms spinning me around. We chased each other like children around the beach. We flopped down into the sand breathing heavily.
“You beautiful you know that.” He said running his fingers through my damp hair. He moved in closer for a kiss. I kissed his lips, softly stroking his vanilla tan skin. He positioned his body on top of me kissing me as the waves caressed our skin. I pulled his wet t-shirt off throwing it a side. I removed my shorts. I reached in my tote for a condom.
” What are you doing?” he asks.
” I want you to make love to me right now. I have never made love on a beach. Don’t you have fantasies?” I asked playfully. Fantasies do come true.
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