Alexandria Beach sprawls against Australia's coast like an exotic dancer, the sands glowing beneath the sun. The air is so hot it sparkles, driving small crowds down to the ocean waves to paddle among the surf. Water splashes against naked skin, as Dave and Jodie walk barefoot - bare everything - down the nudist beach.
"Moments like this make me glad I work out," says Jodie, hand in hand with Dave. It's a liberating feeling to have the sea spray cool her entire body. She finds it hard not to look at those around them - beautiful people with beautiful bodies, and to the man at her side with his broad shoulders and tattoos shining in the light.
Dave says nothing, but when their eyes meet he gives her a quiet, knowing smile.
They come to a somewhat secluded spot away from the water, where they throw down their towels and set the bags down for the day.
Jodie feels Dave's eyes on her - almost instinctually - and when she looks over she sees his gaze trailing down her neck line to the curve of her breasts, then down to her thighs.
"Yes?" she asks, grinning.
He shrugs and shakes his head, but his body tells her another story. She can see his penis growing half-erect, and her prolonged staring and raised eyebrow makes them both laugh.
"Well," she says, producing her sun cream from the bag, "that probably isn't going away any time soon." She hands him the cream. "I need you to do my back."
"What a pain," he says, and sits beside her as she bends forward, brushing her long dark hair out of the way.
As he eases the cream into his hands, the scent of it fires off memories from other days, other beaches, other summers together. She allows herself a contented smile as another couple walks by and raises their hands in greetings.
