Authorâs note: I met Chuck through an ad that I had placed in a local paper, asking for ordinary people to tell me their unusual erotic stories. His story was the only one that was unique (plus he was the only one to respond). Well let me quit rambling on. Hereâs Chuckâs story.
It was just your particular weekend in July. Matter of fact it was the forth of July weekend. I had gone to the beach with my friends and their girlfriends. I had broken up with my girlfriend a few weeks prior, so I went to the beach alone.
At this moment in time, I didnât have any particular interest in women; mainly my ex-girlfriend left me for another woman. So my main reason for going to the beach was to have fun and to get shit faced.
After all of us had checked into our rooms at the hotel, we changed into our bathing suits and headed to the beach. An hour after being on the beach, I saw a child building a sand castle and being the great artist that I am, I quickly made friends with the young boy. Together, we built a quite large sandcastle. When we had finished, we had drawn fairly a large crowd, along with my friends. Bob, my best friend, said to me as he stood beside me, admiring the work that my young friend and myself and strenuously through.
âYou just canât do anything half way, can youâ? He grinned.
âNeverâ. I replied.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my young friend, leading a lady by the hand, towards the monstrous sculpture.
âMom, youâve got to see thisâ! He exclaimed excitedly. âSlow down, Billyâ. The woman said to Billy. âItâs not going anywhereâ.
I looked at Billyâs mother and I was startled to see that she was a knock out. She looked to be about five foot seven and had a body of a model. Her hair was medium brown that came down to the middle of her back. But the thing that caught my attention was her eyes, they were bright green.
I came back to my senses as I say Billy pointing towards me. Both mother and son started over to me. I felt my prick jump in my shorts. When they got over to me, Billy introduced me to her.
âNice to meet you Chuck, Iâm Julieâ. The woman said.
After some small talk, Julie stated that they had to head back to their hotel room, she was meeting a friend for dinner.
Smiling, I said to her, âIâll see you laterâ.
âYou just mightâ. She replied with a smile as she took Billy by the hand and headed towards the beachâs parking lot.
I watched them until I couldnât see them anymore, then turned around and walked slowly towards my group.
I spent the rest of the day hitting the bottle; well I guess I should say the cup. I sat in my beach chair, sipping on my rum and coke, dreaming about making love to Julie. I didnât want just a âfuckâ with her; I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. Iâm never been the one to believe in âlove at first sightâ, but I couldnât keep my mind off of her.
âChuckâ.
âHuhâ. I came out of dreamland.
âChuck, weâre going back to the hotel nowâ. My friend said to me.
Standing up, I helped load the cars up, but then I changed my mind about going back to the hotel.
âI think Iâll stay a little while longerâ. I told my friends.
âCome on Chuckâ. Bob said. âGoing to the club wonât be the sameâ.
âIâm goingâ. I told him. âI just need to be alone for a while.â
Closing the trunk of my car, Meredith came up to me and asked me, âAre you okayâ?
âYeah, Iâm okayâ. I replied.