I had just started a new job on an island in the South Pacific. I decided to explore my new environment by taking a hike on a trail I found. Along the way, I met a Polynesian woman who was walking along the same trail.
"Does this trail go down to the beach?" I asked her.
"Only if you go the right way." She answered. "I'm going to the beach, you can follow me if you like."
She looked to be in her mid 20's, about 10 years younger than me. She was wearing a wrap around skirt and a T shirt. She had beautiful round hips, a strong, lean body, and small round breasts that bounced braless inside her T shirt.
"My name is Paul." I offered, wanting to know everything about this beautiful mysterious woman.
"Hi, I'm Sina, nice to meet you. You sound like an American."
She had a New Zealand accent, as the locals do, because these islands were a former territory of New Zealand. Her accent was beautiful. I explained that I was a teacher, newly hired to work at a local high school. She told me that she was a teacher too at an elementary school.
We walked past a hibiscus with red flowers and she stopped to pick one and put it in her long black hair. She was so beautiful. I pulled out my phone and asked if I could take a picture of her. Looking though the camera at her I was taken aback by her beautiful smile, her thick, soft lips, and those eyes that sparkled like obsidian glass. The flower in her hair completed a picture that I knew I would always treasure.
When the trail opened onto a small sandy cove, I was delighted to discover that we were the only ones on the beach. I knew that I was being extremely bold and forward, but I had to ask,
"Is it ok if I sit with you?"