It was one of those early Spring days, when the breeze is warm, the sun is shining, and you get that urge to go to the beach.
The only problem when these types of early Spring days is that the water at the beach is often still just a little to chilly, even with the afternoon sun, to swim in. So the trip to the beach usually turns out to be more of a picnic covered in sand and sun.
Since I had the day off, I called up a friend and asked if she would like to go to the beach for a picnic lunch and to lay out and get some sun. She jumped at the chance and I told her I would be by to pick her up in about 30 minutes.
Let me quickly describe my friend. Her name is Liliana, she about 5'6" tall, lean build with long legs. She has chestnut hair that falls just past her shoulders. She quiet at times, but can be silly and joke around as well. I guess that's why we're friends.
I pull up to her house and notice that she is already sitting on her porch waiting for me. She's in her favorite navy blue bikini with a sheer wrap around her waist. Although she is usually tan, since it was still early in the season, her skin was just the slightest bit pale and radiant. She had her hair pulled up in a pony tail, with her Wayfarer style sunglasses perched on her nose.
I give the horn a quick "beep" and she gets up and saunters over to the car. (Parenthetically, I think Liliana is very attractive, and have for years, but have never made a move for fear that it would ruin our friendship). She leans on the door and peaks her head in the open window.
"Ready for a day of fun in the sun?" She asks, in a somewhat sultry tone.
I glanced over at her, struggling not to focus on her cleavage, and replied, "As fun as you want it to be." And gave her a crooked grin.
She jumped in the car and we both had a good laugh as I drove us to our favorite beach spot.
We arrived at the beach around 10:30. The sun was rising and the Spring day was going to be a warm one. And that's what surprised us. Given the warm Spring day, NO ONE was at the beach! It was early in the season, but I figured there would surely be some sun bathers or people playing volleyball or something. But no one, strange. We hopped out of the car.
"I guess we have the pick of the beach today." I said, looking over at Liliana.
"Better for us!" She smiled back.
"Go ahead and pick out your spot and I'll grab the cooler from the trunk. (I had packed some stuff for sandwiches, a few beers, plenty of water, and a personal sized watermelon.) I grab the umbrella, stow it under my arm, and march off to where Liliana have found a bit of dry sand close to the water.
"Nice spot!" I say, as I place the cooler on the ground and begin the arduous task of putting the umbrella in the ground. "Now we can get the cool spray from the ocean to cool us off from the warm day."
I glanced down at Liliana, already sprawled out on a towel and soaking up the sun. She lifted her sunglasses, gave me a smile, a quick nod. Then went back to her sun bathing.