I was standing at the window watching the storm as it beat onto the beach below. The rain and thunder thumping the house and the sand like a drum. The storm had caught us by surprise, we had seen the clouds, but time had slipped away from us again. Only three weeks on this island and already I had made a new friend, I had hoped to meet a new girl friend to run around with while I was spending my summer here, but Mack was nice and he lived just a few miles down the beach from my cabana. We had decided to go for a walk on the beach today, but the storm had us running for shelter.
By the time we had reached my little cabana, we were soaked to the skin and the power had gone out, I had had to light candles when we ran into the house. Mack was in the bathroom drying off as I stood looking out the sliding glass doors at the lightening flashes, my hair was dripping onto my silk robe, leaving watermarks as it stuck to me around my neck, back and shoulders. I was shivering, yet I was not cold; restless and hot could better describe it.
I had come down to this island to get away from all the drama back home for the summer, hoping to get some peace and quiet to write my first book. Mack lived here, one of those people who just lives life when and how he wants. He does odd jobs for the landowner who rented me the cabana, says he does it just to stay busy now and then. It did not hurt that he was easy on the eyes. At least six foot one and broad-shouldered, he had that nicely tanned chest with just a little bit of hair at the center of his chest and around his nipples. His black hair was slightly wavy and hung to his shoulders, with just a peppering of grey at the temples. However, you would not notice the grey when you look into his smiling blue eyes as his whole face lights into a bright full-lipped grin, and a scruffy goatee to take some of the boyishness still peeking around the corners of his face. Not that I had noticed any of this, of course.
He had been the one to pick me up at the small airport the island ran three weeks ago, he had been very personable and his jokes and sense of humor had me laughing right from the start. Moreover, as the last few weeks had rolled by I was able to tell him easily of the problems I had had at home and he was a very good listener. Yet I could feel the tension starting to grow between us. I had a nice, firm, curvy little body that was starting to turn a coppery bronze after just the first week, when I noticed that he was appearing more often, especially on afternoons I would be out enjoying the beach and sun. On one occasion, our bodies were close enough to touch, and I came home feeling all hot inside with my pussy dripping wet that evening. He had reached for a glass at the same time I had, our faces just close enough to feel the breath of the other, the scent of him was almost over-whelming, but not wanting to make the first move I had pulled away. Nevertheless, I saw the hunger in his eyes and I knew that I would not be able to hold back much longer.
Now as I stand here before the darkened windows in just a robe and soaked to the skin, the heat and apprehension in the air is stifling. The storm continues to rage across the sky, but not as bad as the butterflies in my stomach when I hear the door open from the back room. I turn around to greet him hoping the candles hide enough of my face so he will not see how nervous I am. He walks into the room with just a towel around his waist, my heart almost stops, and my breathing does. Dripping down from his shoulders to his chest, his hair is soaked like mine; it makes his upper body shimmer damply in the flickering candlelight. Something pulls tightly in the lower parts of my body at the sight of him. I turn back to the window to hide my emotions, I shivered again as I noticed my small nipples had perked up and were sticking out through the silk. I put my arms across my small breasts but only accomplish drawing the robe up a little farther to show my upper thigh. The robe stuck there from the water still clinging to my own skin as I heard him come up behind me and put his hand on my waist. No words were needed as he moved in closer to me and I felt his warm breath on my neck, his other hand coming around to the front of my stomach, gripping me tightly from behind. I stopped breathing as he ran his tongue down the back of my neck to my shoulder and pulled my ass into him, the towel was gone and I could feel his hardness through the silk robe that somehow seemed to have ridden up further on my thigh, showing the bottom side of my ass cheeks.