"I'm going to the beach, anyone want to join me?" Liara said, coming out of the bathroom. The men in the room glanced up at her. She looked gorgeous in her bikini and sarong, and they glanced away again, trying not to stare. She noticed their looks though, and was secretly pleased.
She glanced at Methias. He was studiously looking away, however, and she could not catch his eye.
Andarian spoke up. "You go ahead, we're going to hit the town a bit. We'll see you later in the evening."
"All right, then. Don't wait up for me, I may stay out late," Liara said, and out she went.
She wore a pale peach-colored bikini, which showed off plenty of her brown skin and long legs, and the sarong around her waist was a cream color. She felt self-conscious walking around in just the bikini.
Down to the beach she went, carrying a towel with her. It was gone on evening now, and most of the villagers had departed, leaving their boats and such, to return to their homes. The island was small, and mostly occupied with natives. She and her adventuring party had been passing through, and had decided to stay an extra day and a night. It wasn't quite a resort town, but it was all the better for that -- it was a little away from the beaten path. Not fully safe, but she wore a knife strapped to her thigh and knew she could always run for town if something should happen.
The beach was gorgeous at this time of the evening, the waves looking like gold. She paused at one point, looking out to sea, and decided this would be the perfect place to sit and watch the sun go down. She lay out her towel, and seated herself under a palm tree to relax.
Back at the inn room, Methias made a show of going through his things, and then looked up.
"I need a new whetstone. I am going to go to the market. Anyone need anything?"
Brianna was the only one who smiled slightly but they all shook their heads.
"No thanks," said Ulric.
"Very well, I will be back," said Methias, in his slightly accented voice. He was a foreigner to this land, hailing from Greece originally, and hadn't quite lost the accent. He probably never would fully.
He also went out onto the beach, following Liara. Her footprints in the sand were easy enough to follow. He had marveled at her graceful feet several times so knew well what they looked like.
Soon, though, the trail ended in the water. He looked both directions. At one end of the beach was the village, and he didn't think she had gone that way. Down the other end was isolation, and then after a mile or so, the beach ended. He reasoned she had probably gone there.
He walked that way, and after not very long at all, he spied her, resting near the water. He continued walking towards her. She was lying on her back so probably couldn't see him, and some distance away he stopped to admire her.
Her eyes were closed, and she was stretched out and looking lovely. Her curly black hair was spread out over the towel, and one of her hands was idly playing with a strand, wrapping it around and around her fingers.
Her breasts moved softly with her breathing, and they were enchanting, covered by just the thin strips of fabric of her bikini top. Her belly was flat and her skin was the color of coffee with lots of cream in it.
She still had the sarong tied around her, though it had fallen open on the side facing him, revealing silky skin all the way up to the waist, where he could just see her hip and the curve of her buttock and maybe if he strained his eyes the bowtie where the bikini bottom was tied.
He continued up to her, deliberately making noise as he went. Still, her hand went to her knife before she opened those dark eyes and looked at him warily. Seeing it was him, she relaxed and sat up and smiled.
"Methias. You've decided to join me, I see."
