On the Beach...
The heat was insufferable but as long as my motorcycle was moving I could stand it. This was my third day cruising the beaches of Southern Florida. Today was Miami's infamous South Beach, reportedly this would offer the best pickings.
As I slowed to turn into the beach parking lot the heat closed in around me, radiating like an oven from the black asphalt. I was lucky enough to find a slightly shaded spot to put the kickstand down.
I spread an old towel over my seat to keep from blistering my butt later. As I pulled my knapsack off the back, two gorgeous young ladies walked by wearing brief thong bikinis, oh yeah, maybe this was going to be a very good day!
I picked my way across the sand looking for "the perfect spot." It was the perpetual dilemma of all single guys, you wanted to be seen but not be too obvious for viewing the ladies on the beach. But damn! What good viewing it was!
The sand was littered with a rainbow of brightly colored bikinis. Acres of brown coconut scented succulent skin, with a rainbow of hair colors. Brunettes, redheads, dark hair, light hair, streaked hair, and LOTS of my favorite, blondes... In fact it seemed to be the predominant color on the beach. They were everywhere. All different shades of blonde obviously some natural some not but who cared!
Many of the bathers were also without tops. Practically every breast shape known to man was here. Round, pear shaped, pert, small, large, in-between and obviously enhanced. Large nipples, small nipples, and very large nipples, erect nipples, inverted nipples. Oh, this was going to be a lovely day!
As I strolled the beach looking for that perfect spot I came across an open stretch of sand next to a gorgeous blonde who was all alone on her blanket. No rings on her left hand! She was sitting up looking out at the water and seemed to be very lost in some faraway thought. Bingo!
I said "do you mind?" indicating the open spot of sand next to her blanket.
She looked up at me with a wistful look as she came back from wherever she had been. She checked me out from top to bottom, finally giving me a million dollar smile as she said "not at all, help yourself."
I looked out at the blue sea, framed by a sizzling sun and blindingly white sand. I said "I share your thoughts on beauty". "It is a gorgeous beach"
she smiled as she said "you read my mind". I dropped my knapsack and spread my blanket on the sand.
She rolled onto a very flat stomach and opened a book that had been lying next to her. The title was "Sex Lives of Cannibals" and fortunately, I had recently finished the book.
I said to her "isn't Troost hilarious?"
"She turned to me and said "I don't know when I have enjoyed a book more"
I also replied in the affirmative. Her new smile was even better.
And I thought "Ahhhhh, the common link." I said "my name is Dave",
She said "Hi, I'm Tiff."
In a short period of time we were discussing the Troost book and tropical islands and fantasies of living on faraway shores. Which led to discussions about lots of things, one of which I especially liked. It involved the fact that she had broken up with her boyfriend two months before and this was her "single rebirth" trip into her new life. THAT was very good news!
I opened a thermos of my world famous margaritas and we spent the next hour discussing other books, which led to lots of other subjects. And before you knew it our blankets were pulled closer together to prevent beach strollers from cutting between us.
This was her third day on South Beach and she was in love with Miami. Her smiles grew more frequent as we talked and soon she was laughing easily at my comments. Then she said "will you help me?"
I said "of course, what do you need?"
