The Sands - Part 4
October 30th 2007 09:45
The split second that Sally’s eyes spent in his direction Steve would swear they didn’t see him. Nervously he watched as her shoulder length hair shuttered back into place, the chance to see her colours lost. What now he asked himself as embarrassment washed over him for the third time in the space of a few minutes.
Arguing a case against existence in this time itself, one simple look had opened a hole in his foot that was in danger of swallowing him whole. The confrontation of truth was sobering, why would an attractive girl discuss issues of emotion with a complete stranger.
The initial premise of Steve’s introduction was one of hopeful mutual attraction, he had made little effort to disguise his intentions, how then could he expect her to be receptive to sincerity or concern. He felt like seeking out a rip and allowing it to suck him from the beach before the world could be damaged further.
Instead of the world ending in a flash of lightning and a thunderous crash, a soft yet determined voice reached into his ears, the words perfectly interpreted and yet so gently spoken, he had to check to be sure they had come from her. Assured that they were indeed alone he replied ‘Yes the night is beautiful, almost perfect’
And so the conversation began, Sally asked why he had said ‘almost’ and Steve explained perfection could only be, if it were shared. She seemed to understand despite his vague words, asked who he would like to be sharing this moment in time with; for once in his life Steve had difficulty providing an answer.
The DJ raised the tempo in the aging club tent they had escaped, the evening was still young and the beach looked enticing. ‘ Would you like to walk a little way?’ Steve asked with hope in his heart, Sally looked back longingly at the noise before turning to him for a second time. Judging by her smile Steve felt he had been assessed as worth the risk, for now at least.
They walked slowly, the soft sand making progress difficult even in bare feet. Their rhythm slowed until they were in tune, the occasional slip, an awkward attempt to assist without touching.
Sally’s outfit was simple and yet revealing, the skirt fluttered around her knees, a sleeveless top formed a second skin across her delicate breasts. Steve knew his clumsy hands could not be trusted in a simple encounter with any part of her body. A wild imagination enhanced by beer would transform the slightest brush stroke into a major work of art.
At a point in view of the crowd but away from the noise the conversation stopped them again, having steered away from his own personal imaginings, he tried to revisit her display of emotion before they met. His motives were genuine, had she just argued with a partner or lost something precious, it would be totally inappropriate to pursue the pathway of lust so vividly imagined. Instead the simple pleasure of her company would suffice. Despite the wickedly naughty pictures that float continuously within, his Steve was more than capable of playing the consummate gentleman.
Sally’s expression was disheartening he felt the worst fears were to be realised until she said ‘you will think I’m really silly but its all of this’ her hands encompassing the beach, water and party ‘this reminds me so much of home, a place I haven’t been for so long’
‘Do you miss home ?’ Steve asked with hesitation, instinctively knowing more was to come
‘So much and yet I don’t want to go back just yet’
‘You are due to head home ?’
‘Yes Friday week’ her words tremble slightly as she turned to face the sea
He allows her time to recover, knowing exactly how volatile a mixture of emotions can be. The trip can be traumatic and yet exhilarating at the same time, fluctuating between a state of elation to desperate sadness and yet not knowing which emotion is truly justified.
Eventually Sally turned clearing her tears with already wet fingers ‘I’m sorry you shouldn’t spoil your evening, go back to your friends, I will be fine’
Shocked at the suggestion that any half decent bloke could leave a beautiful young lady in such a state Steve expressed his gratitude for her consideration of his welfare. ‘Of course you will be fine but hey my friends are all busy mating, I’d just be going back to my dull room. Unless of course you want me to leave you alone ?’ he paused for effect ‘I’d be delighted to hear more about home.’
Sally giggled at his formal cheekiness and they shared a smile, their eyes locked for a few seconds he hoped desperately that she had judged him correctly. She looked away to the horizon still in the process of deciding which road to follow, after a long pause she turned and looked directly into his eyes for too long and smiled.
‘You want to sit’ he asked deliberating extending the potential for time together.
‘Look the sun is not far off the horizon, we should witness the end of the day’ With that she grasped the hem of her skirt and lowered herself to the sand gracefully.
Watching her closely he was rewarded by a flash of white undies, only the slightest glimpse but enough. He felt slightly guilty for admiring her breasts, wrapped as they were in a thin layer of blue, the basis of support not obvious, but two slight peaks in the material reassured him that he wasn’t alone in his thoughts.
Joining her on the sand, Steve lies on his tummy rather than sits. His height makes it awkward and besides lying next to a female, even a fully dressed one, is very stimulating. As she silently gazes towards the horizon watching the burnt orange orb slipping slowly towards the sea, he wonders what thoughts are in her mind. Is this excessively romantic situation affecting her in the same way or is she too distracted by her impending departure.
The silence between them grows, the potential for disaster real, he searches for the words to take charge and move forward.
Arguing a case against existence in this time itself, one simple look had opened a hole in his foot that was in danger of swallowing him whole. The confrontation of truth was sobering, why would an attractive girl discuss issues of emotion with a complete stranger.
Instead of the world ending in a flash of lightning and a thunderous crash, a soft yet determined voice reached into his ears, the words perfectly interpreted and yet so gently spoken, he had to check to be sure they had come from her. Assured that they were indeed alone he replied ‘Yes the night is beautiful, almost perfect’
And so the conversation began, Sally asked why he had said ‘almost’ and Steve explained perfection could only be, if it were shared. She seemed to understand despite his vague words, asked who he would like to be sharing this moment in time with; for once in his life Steve had difficulty providing an answer.
The DJ raised the tempo in the aging club tent they had escaped, the evening was still young and the beach looked enticing. ‘ Would you like to walk a little way?’ Steve asked with hope in his heart, Sally looked back longingly at the noise before turning to him for a second time. Judging by her smile Steve felt he had been assessed as worth the risk, for now at least.
They walked slowly, the soft sand making progress difficult even in bare feet. Their rhythm slowed until they were in tune, the occasional slip, an awkward attempt to assist without touching.
Sally’s outfit was simple and yet revealing, the skirt fluttered around her knees, a sleeveless top formed a second skin across her delicate breasts. Steve knew his clumsy hands could not be trusted in a simple encounter with any part of her body. A wild imagination enhanced by beer would transform the slightest brush stroke into a major work of art.
At a point in view of the crowd but away from the noise the conversation stopped them again, having steered away from his own personal imaginings, he tried to revisit her display of emotion before they met. His motives were genuine, had she just argued with a partner or lost something precious, it would be totally inappropriate to pursue the pathway of lust so vividly imagined. Instead the simple pleasure of her company would suffice. Despite the wickedly naughty pictures that float continuously within, his Steve was more than capable of playing the consummate gentleman.
Sally’s expression was disheartening he felt the worst fears were to be realised until she said ‘you will think I’m really silly but its all of this’ her hands encompassing the beach, water and party ‘this reminds me so much of home, a place I haven’t been for so long’
‘Do you miss home ?’ Steve asked with hesitation, instinctively knowing more was to come
‘So much and yet I don’t want to go back just yet’
‘You are due to head home ?’
‘Yes Friday week’ her words tremble slightly as she turned to face the sea
He allows her time to recover, knowing exactly how volatile a mixture of emotions can be. The trip can be traumatic and yet exhilarating at the same time, fluctuating between a state of elation to desperate sadness and yet not knowing which emotion is truly justified.
Eventually Sally turned clearing her tears with already wet fingers ‘I’m sorry you shouldn’t spoil your evening, go back to your friends, I will be fine’
Shocked at the suggestion that any half decent bloke could leave a beautiful young lady in such a state Steve expressed his gratitude for her consideration of his welfare. ‘Of course you will be fine but hey my friends are all busy mating, I’d just be going back to my dull room. Unless of course you want me to leave you alone ?’ he paused for effect ‘I’d be delighted to hear more about home.’
Sally giggled at his formal cheekiness and they shared a smile, their eyes locked for a few seconds he hoped desperately that she had judged him correctly. She looked away to the horizon still in the process of deciding which road to follow, after a long pause she turned and looked directly into his eyes for too long and smiled.
‘You want to sit’ he asked deliberating extending the potential for time together.
‘Look the sun is not far off the horizon, we should witness the end of the day’ With that she grasped the hem of her skirt and lowered herself to the sand gracefully.
Watching her closely he was rewarded by a flash of white undies, only the slightest glimpse but enough. He felt slightly guilty for admiring her breasts, wrapped as they were in a thin layer of blue, the basis of support not obvious, but two slight peaks in the material reassured him that he wasn’t alone in his thoughts.
Joining her on the sand, Steve lies on his tummy rather than sits. His height makes it awkward and besides lying next to a female, even a fully dressed one, is very stimulating. As she silently gazes towards the horizon watching the burnt orange orb slipping slowly towards the sea, he wonders what thoughts are in her mind. Is this excessively romantic situation affecting her in the same way or is she too distracted by her impending departure.
The silence between them grows, the potential for disaster real, he searches for the words to take charge and move forward.
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