The sun was just starting to set on the shoreline of Carolina Beach. Jack looked out onto his balcony to see the sunlight reflected off of the clouds and onto the sea. Brilliant hues of orange, red and pink created an incredible view. He thought about it a moment and then got up and got an ice cold beer from the refrigerator and stepped out onto the open balcony.
He had just moved to the beach from New York and was still getting used to the slower pace of the South, and the even slower pace of a southern beach. As he took a long swallow of his beer, he looked out at the ocean. It was a calm day and waves rolled in sedately along the shore, fish occasionally jumped and seagulls cried out for food as he let the scene wash over him. A movement caught his eye. He turned and was frozen in place.
A woman had stepped out on the next balcony. A bottle of beer was held loosely in one delicately formed hand. The condensation on the bottle sending crystal?like drops of water trickling across her fingers. His gaze rose to see the rest of her. Auburn hair cascaded across her shoulders and a few stray strands just touched the top of her perfectly formed breasts. A long white shirt barely covered her athletic body, the occasional gust of wind lifting it just enough to see the lower curve of her firm rounded rear. Her long legs continued the pure form of her body. Almost sculpted lines formed her thighs and calves, down to a wonderfully turned ankle and delicate feet.
Jack's heart came to a stop and then started again with a pounding thud, as he took in the vision that had just appeared. He wiped a hand across his eyes and checked to see if he had been imagining things or not. A gust of wind that flattened her shirt against upturned breasts assured him that he was not. After another long swallow of beer he turned back to see the ocean and noticed a dark cloud forming on the horizon. A freshening breeze began to blow. He glanced back over at the woman to see her auburn hair flared back with the wind like a flame attached to an angel.
He took a deep breath and then raised his beer to the vision and said. "Howdy neighbor!" She turned and smiled back at him. "Howdy back, friend!" He took a quick breath as he saw her face for the first time. Her features could have been painted by the greatest artists of all time. Jack took a quick sip from his beer and then asked, "Enjoying the sunset?"
The woman got a mischievous look in her eyes and answered, "Well, not as much as I could be." Her hand moved to the top of her shirt and casually started toying with one of the buttons. The smooth front of the thin blouse was broken only by the tips of her dark nipples.
Jack assumed a look of mock horror. "Well then, what can I do to correct this disastrous situation?" He inquired. He could already feel his blood
flowing faster and his breathing starting to quicken.
She half turned from him, smiling as a breeze caught her shirt and lifted it to reveal a pair of white lace bikini panties sheer enough to reveal a hint of darkness beneath them. Her delicate hand lifted the bottle to her full lips as she slowly took a long swallow from the bottle. Her back was arched and her breasts strained against the thin fabric as a little more bottle than was necessary slipped between her lips. She turned back to face him. "I don't know if you could do anything for me over there." Came her reply.
Jack's eyes filled with desire. His eyes locked in on her hand. The button that she had been toying with came undone and the softly curved line of her breast was revealed. He took another long swallow of beer to stall and put the empty bottle off to the side. He smiled at her and said, "In that case I guess I better get over there and do something about it then."