“You a local?” she asked. She squeezed a small pool of sunblock onto the palm of her hand, and massaged it over her legs, working down from her thighs.
“Yeah, I guess so. I live about twenty miles from here. But I like to hang here. How can you not like the ocean?” Gary tried not to stare as Abby opened her legs to apply the sunblock over the inside of her thighs. Her shiny emerald bottoms clung to her mound like a second skin. Looking over the top of her sunglasses, she grinned having caught him, but continued working down her legs to her knees, and said nothing about his roaming eyes.
“Would you like to do my back?” she said, handing him the bottle. As he moved behind her, he got on his knees, and moved her braided ponytail over her shoulder.
“Let me help you a bit.” She reached over, and pulled down the spaghetti straps of her top, and asked if he had a girlfriend. Gary paused, and squirted some of the sunblock onto Abby’s pale shoulders. Setting the bottle on the beach beside her, he slowly worked the lotion over her shoulders, and across her upper back. Her flesh was smooth and supple. Peering over her shoulders, he glanced down at ripe, round breasts barely covered by the material of her bikini top.
“I guess you could say I’m on the rebound.” Gary said feeling a pang of guilt. Glancing out at the waves, Gary saw Kevin take another spill as Rei rode out the wave, passing him at a steady clip. Abby unexpectedly learned forward, and Gary slipped and pressed his body against hers, his groin brushing over her ass before he could steady himself.
“Sorry.” He exclaimed.
“Not a problem.” She answered as she finished covering her feet. Gary noticed she had no rings on her fingers. Reaching into her bag, she took out a disposable wet cloth, and cleaned her hands.
“How about you?” Testing, he slid his hands over her sides. She didn’t object, and he moved his hands from her sides, to the small of her back. Reaching behind Abby pulled her bottoms down slightly so that Gary might apply sunblock below her tan line. The top of her smooth crack was just visible. Looking back out at the waves, Gary saw Rei sitting on her board looking back at him, as Kev paddled out to sea.
“I seem to have bad luck with boyfriends. They only last about two or three months before they can’t stand me, or I can’t stand them. Or we’re both just bored. I supposed it doesn’t help that I’m a flight attendant. It makes a steady relationship difficult sometimes. Especially if you have a boyfriend who can’t seem to keep his dick in his pants for more than two days in a row. I’m not really complaining. I’ve had some very good times, but sometimes it would be nice to have something other than a fuck buddy.”
Gary moved to sit beside Abby watching his friends. “I know what you mean, only I think I’m just the opposite of what you’re looking for. My current girlfriend seems to want more commitment. I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet. Abby looked at Gary, as she pulled the narrow straps of her bikini top back onto her shoulders.
They sat silently for several moments watching Rei and Kevin skim along the waves. Abby looked down at her knees, over at Gary, and back out to the ocean. “What do you do for a living?” she asked, lying back on her towel. Gary replied that he was still in college, and was working as a delivery person for a rich clientele. Abby moved her head to face Gary as he laid down on the beach beside her. “I’ve been working as a flight attendant since I finished high school. Never been to college. I’m kind of afraid what might happen if I was ever laid off. But as Ms. O’Hara said I’ll worry about that tomorrow.” She giggled at her own joke.
“You doing anything tonight? Some movie producer gave me an invitation to a party he’s having, and he said I can bring a date. I’d like you to be my date if you want to. No commitments, just a date. We’ll see where it goes from there.”
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