"You're lying in my spot."
Kevin was startled out of a deep sleep. It was so early that he wasn't sure if he was dreaming.
"Hey! I said you're in my spot."
He slowly raised his head off his blanket and turned to look in the direction of the voice. The sun temporarily blinded him as it was directly behind the source of the voice.
"Excuse me," he stammered, bringing his hand up to shield his eyes.
"I can't excuse you. You're in my spot."
As his eyes adjusted, Kevin's focused on the black sandals resting inches from his face. His gaze followed the long, slim, tan legs to a silhouette of long hair and sunglasses, framed by the sun.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"Obviously," the owner of the legs interrupted. "Now, can you move?"
Kevin was too unnerved by the whole episode to fight or respond. He got up, gathered his towel, his suntan lotion, and his small cooler and moved out of the lady's way.
As he stood there, he squinted around the beach. It was virtually deserted. There were a few hotel workers setting up lounges and cleaning some clutter. Otherwise, he and his new neighbor were alone.
He watched as she rolled out her beach blanket on the spot he recently occupied as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
"Is it okay of I set up here?" Kevin inquired.
"Why would I care?" she answered without looking up at him.
After smoothing his blanket and arranging his belongings a short distance away from his original spot, he sat and looked out at the clear Caribbean water lapping at the shore. He popped his sunglasses on his nose and used his side vision to look at the intruder.
She had long, dark brown hair that fell along her shoulders. She pulled it into a pony tail to move it away from her face. He bronze skin was a light mocha color and was the perfect accent to the cool blue bikini she was wearing.
Kevin leaned back on his arms and stretched his back and shoulders as a way of hiding his stares. He watched as she liberally applied suntan lotion to her long, slender arms.
Then, she reached up and untied the bikini strap behind her neck and let the top fall. While she nonchalantly untied the lower strap and placed the top in her straw beach bag, Kevin's eye froze on her breasts.
She had smallish B-cup breasts with long, hard nipples jutting out from them. They were the longest, most perfect nipples he had ever seen. He wasn't sure how long he stared without moving (or breathing), but he was once again startled by her voice.
"If you can stop staring at my tits for a few minutes, could you put lotion on my back?" she asked.