I had a rostered day off and I was bored. Everyone else I knew was working and I had nothing to do and nobody to do it with. On the plus side, it was a fine day. The sun was shining out of a clear blue sky, there was only a whisper of a breeze and, despite the bright sun, it wasn't too hot. A very fine day indeed.
It was the sort of day where luck is sure to go your way if you put in a bit of effort and I decided that I knew just the effort required. I grabbed my brother's metal detector and headed out to find an unoccupied beach. A day like today, and a bit of luck going my way, and I'd have a fair chance of finding Morgan's treasure. (I ignored inconvenient little details like the fact that the closest Morgan had ever sailed to our beaches was a thousand miles. Luck is where you find it.)
The first beach I came to was a little busy for my taste. When you have a metal detector, kids and idiots follow you around, hoping to see you find something. The next beach was just fine. Morgan could have shot off his cannon here with no worries about hitting anyone. I parked and went treasure hunting.
I'd barely started when I found my first reward. An electric buzz in my ears and I found myself ten cents richer. It was only a small start, but still a start.
After fruitlessly strolling back and forth along the shore line I decided to see if I could get better pickings among the grass covered dunes that lay a bit back from the sandy strip. It seemed to me that those dunes were the ideal place for small groups to set up camp for the day, and small groups tended to lose things. So off I hiked into the dunes.
Earphones are an excellent invention. They allow you to hear your music without disturbing the peace and annoying everyone around you. On the down side, your music in your ears means you don't hear anything else that's going on around you. Like some clown with a metal detector tromping through the dunes, humming to himself. (With my voice, I hum, I don't sing.)
I came ambling around a dune and came to a screeching halt. There was a young lady stretched out on a towel, sun-bathing. I'd estimate her to around nineteen, give or take a year. Her hair was that shade that is called auburn, and she had a lot of it. Her skin was a nice creamy colour with just the slightest tinge of pink from her tanning session. She wasn't naked, having the sense to wear a nice little bikini while out in public, not that there was much in the way of public around the place.
She didn't notice me there for several reasons. Her eyes were closed and she was wearing earphones. I'm not sure what she was listening to but it must have been something good. She had a dreamy expression on her face and she was idly rubbing herself. Not masturbating and trying to climax, just idly rubbing her hand against herself, enjoying the feel of touching herself.
Now normally I'd have continued on my way, letting my shadow fall on her as I passed, knowing that she would sense that and open her eyes and get a slight jolt to see me passing by. However, and it was a big however, these weren't normal circumstances. Whether by accident or design, I suspected accident, she had pushed her bikini bottoms down a little while rubbing herself, effectively exposing herself, her hand by no means providing the covering she would normally have.
She had this little tuft of ginger there. I say ginger, because it was a lighter colour than her hair. Also, the pink flush of her skin was a lot more pronounced in that area, and I don't think it was due to the sun.
"Morning," I said loudly. "Lovely day isn't it."
She heard me over her music and her eyes popped open. She very hurriedly snatched her hand away from her naughty parts, using it to whip off her headphones. I must have been right about the accidental movement of her bikini as she made no move to adjust it, apparently unaware that she was on display.
"Who are you?" she demanded. "No, don't tell me. Just go away. I don't need any company, thank you."
"The name's Edward," I said, ignoring the suggestion that I move on. "You can call me Ed. And your name is?"
I was doing my best to look at her face, truly I was, but my eyes were flickering back and forth, taking in her charms.
"I'm Morgan," she said politely. "Now I don't want to sound rude but I'd prefer to be alone."
Morgan. How fortuitous. Not the treasure I'd been searching for but who was I to argue with fate?
"Morgan. A nice name. I was actually searching for the legendary treasure of Captain Henry Morgan, but you make an excellent substitute."
"Morgan's treasure? I don't think he even sailed these waters, did he?"
"A minor consideration," I said, waving it aside, my eyes once more sliding down to view her treasure.
I'd looked once too often it seemed. Her eyes also flicked down to where I'd been looking and she realised that she was slightly exposed. Her face went bright red and her hand darted down to snatch her bikini back into its proper place. Fortunately I had realised what she'd do and had a bit of a start. I sank down onto the sand next to her, catching her hand.
"Don't do that," I said. "You'll spoil the view."
"B-but you're looking at me," she said a half wail. "I don't want you looking at me."
