Chapter 3: Rising Action
Then appeared a big man. He looked around 40.
Tall, broad-shouldered, with a thick beard and a stern face. He was wearing a worn-out leather jacket and jeans that had seen better days. He walked with a swagger, his eyes scanning the beach like he owned the place. He was the kind of man who commanded attention, who made people look twice.
He saw me, lying on the rocks, my body sprawled out, my legs spread. He paused, his eyes widening in surprise. Then a slow, predatory smile spread across his face.
He paused and took his time. He was about 50 meters away from me. He looked at the sea for a few seconds. I didn't know what he was going to do. Then he started to walk over the rocks taking a detour before heading towards me.
Now he came directly towards me, walking slowly. He was looking at my naked body without
any shame. I could see the bulge in his jeans growing. He was getting closer and closer, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I was excited, but also a little scared. He was a big man, and I had no idea what he was capable of.
I looked at him, frowning, hoping that would make him give up and take another path, but he just smiled at me, a slow, predatory smile that made my stomach clench. I thought of covering my body but hand didn't move. I was there, lying naked, my hands behind my head, my boobs heaving with every breath I took, my legs partially open and that man , that big man, was coming closer and closer. I could see the bulge in his jeans growing, and I knew he was hard.
He stopped a few feet away from me, his eyes roaming over my body like he was trying to memorize every curve, every line. I could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I was scared, but I was also turned on. I had never been this close to a stranger, never been this exposed, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.
He sat besides me , his eyes never leaving my body. Then he said: "You don't mind if I sit here, do you?" I didn't answer, just looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He smiled, a slow, confident smile that made my stomach flip. "I'm John," he said, extending a hand.
I looked at his hand, then back at him. "Emily," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I didn't take his hand. I didn't want to encourage him, but I also didn't want to discourage him. John didn't seem to mind my lack of response. He sat down, his body close to mine.
"Have you tested the water?" John asked, his eyes still roaming over my body. I shook my head. "It is really warm. Why don't you get up and walk to the shore?" John suggested, his voice low and husky. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I knew he was turned on. I could see the bulge in his jeans, and I knew he wanted me. I was turned on too.
I stood up, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel John's eyes on me, roaming over my body, lingering on my breasts, on the triangle of fabric between my legs. I walked towards the shore, my hips swaying, my breasts bouncing. I could feel John's gaze on me, following me, and it sent a shiver down my spine. My thong did nothing to cover my ass, and I knew he was looking. As I reached the shore, I felt a sudden, sharp pain. John had slapped my ass, hard. I gasped, turning around to face him. His eyes were dark with desire, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "The sea's a beautiful thing, isn't it?" he mused, his voice low and husky. As he spoke, his hand found its way to my hip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. I gasped, surprised by the sudden contact, but he didn't stop. His hand moved, exploring my ass, my hips, my thighs. "So are you," he whispered, his breath hot on my ear. I could feel his erection pressing against my leg, and I knew he was turned on. I was too, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short gasps. I should have stopped him, but I didn't. I couldn't.