The girl in the black string bikini caught my eye right away. She was Asian, slim, with long straight black hair. Her white porcelain skin stood out among the darkened red hued bodies tanning on the beach. As the breeze blew her hair she picked up her camera and started shooting. Her lean body moved with the grace of a ballet dancer. She was so concentrated on the photos she was taking she didn't notice me slowly drinking in every inch of her; her flat stomach, her slender legs, her tight butt, her small perky breasts, looking firm, pressing against the material of her bikini top. And those eyes, dark brown, looking at me... Looking a bit perturbed as she briskly walked towards me. Oops...
"Oh, I'm sorry... Please forgive my rudeness", my cheeks felt red, and I hoped my blushing showed how sincere my apology was. "I couldn't help but notice your hardware... uhm, Nikon D750? Nice camera."
The beautiful girl stopped in her tracks, her look of annoyance and anger suddenly changed to confusion, bemusement, and maybe even a tiny bit of admiration?
"I was about to come over here and kick your ass for being such a creepy perv but your knowledge of cameras has bought you some time," she said. "You've got 2 minutes of my attention. Fire away."
"I'm Casey and again. I'm really sorry." I extended my hand.
"I'm Chloe. Nice to meet you," she shook my hand. "I'm guessing you're not from around here?"
"How could you tell?" I asked.
"You've got a Canadian accent." she replied. That was the third time this week someone said that about me. "What's a Chinese guy with a Canadian accent doing on Pacific Beach?" she asked.
"I'm taking a few days off after attending a conference. I love San Diego, I've been here before but this time I decided to stay for a few days before heading back to my igloo next to the glaciers of the north", I was hoping my lame attempt at humour would buy me a few more minutes with this beautiful young lady. She laughed, gave me a "that's corny but I'll overlook it" kind of smile.
We chatted about cameras, lighting, lenses... luckily for me I'd taken a one-week camera course in high school and learned just enough to sound like I knew a little bit, while at the same time sounding humble about it. This girl was really into her gear. She was also so easy to talk to, and so goddamn beautiful. Half the time I was trying hard not to get caught staring at her bikini top... and speaking of hard, now that she was sitting next to me on the sand I was really hoping she wouldn't notice her presence stiffening my... resolve.
"So what does your wife think about you being on vacation all alone?" she asked, marking an abrupt change in topics.
"Well, you're right. I am married. But we're pretty much in the "roommate" phase of a boring marriage, treating each other like acquaintances rather than lovers." Why was I telling her this? What happened to my smart-ass comments from before?
"Sorry to hear that." she replied.
From there our conversation turned a little more personal. It was my turn... "I bet you've got a boyfriend, and I bet he's a white guy."
"Yes he is," she replied. "But no, I'm not the usual stereotypical American born Chinese who is only interested in white guys."