Resolutions

I LOVE New Years Resolutions...

Its probably because I'm a bit of an organizational nerd and the thought of make's list excites me. I'm also obsessed with "self-growth" and making plans for the future... so you can probably see how this Once a Year activity is kind of my baby.

I've already made my list of "what I plan to achieve in the new year", and I'm now working on the steps involved (you have to have steps! Just having a general goal gets you nowhere!). Once that's wrapped up, I'll be posting my list here for everyone to encourage and comment on. ;)


In the meantime...

I thought these comics were really cute:

 

 

 

HAPPY END OF DECEMBER!!!

New Blog Adress

http://autumnscolours.blogspot.com/

I've noticed a drop in readers since I changed my blog title and address. And I know that although my posts are showing on other blog feeds, the link is broken. I hope this helps!

~Autumn

Ouch!

Well ladies and gentlemen...


...after 14 weeks and a few days I FINALLY got a spanking!

(Photo from Archives... I'm sure I've used this one before, but I really like it.)

And I can tell you, much like yoga when I take a break, my body was NOT up for the challenge. In my head I thought, "I know exactly what this will feel like... and it will be sexy, and just what I need."

And it WAS what I Needed... but NOTHING like I expected.

First, no warm-up... 

we don't usually do that, but we were worried about time. And I think J knows that its a good way to snap me out of my nervous joking and more into a submissive state.

 

(Photo Archives)

Second, my bum did NOT expect it to actually hurt. No idea what it was thinking, but there was no "this is just like riding a bike" experience here...

(Photo Archives)

Thirdly, I was ANYTHING but submissive... I wiggled, I giggled, I called out, and one time I even "told" him I was "running away" (from his spanking)...






All and all, it was a lot more like this:

 

(http://imgur.com/r/Spanking/P5rpTQz) 

But it was exactly what I needed.... for about the LAST 13 and a half weeks.  ;)

Thank you, Sir. May I have another?

 

(Photo Archives)

Hint, hint

We are coming up on 12 weeks since our last "session"...


Halloween is 12 weeks EXACTLY actually.

So I thought I'd wear this:

 

(Photo Credit: http://www.thefilmcell.com/productimages/processed/v8427b.jpg)

They even have it...

in MY size!

 

(Photo Credit: http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/1/5/3/9/8/0/1/webimg/652525384_o.jpg)

At least my BOTTOM'S Size!!!

He, he, he, he, he.... 

If the outfit doesn't do it, that last comment sure will!

Naughty, naughty... ;)

 

(Photo Credit: http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/361/8/5/sexy_witches_by_beckaiii-d5pd722.jpg)

Happy Halloween Everyone!

Losing myself

I'm sorry that this post is going to take a different tone than my usual writing. I've been gone for some time from blogland, living a life full of commitments and busy with activities. And I am hoping to come back with some regular consistency in December... but for this evening I am only here to whisper anonymously into the darkness.

I'm not looking for hugs or pity, I just want to say how I'm feeling... somewhere, out loud, where I don't have to worry about how people will react to it... I just want to give my feelings a voice.

I feel alone.

I am living a busy life, full of many wonderful things that I have chosen to be a part of. And although I realized too late that I committed myself to too much, I won't be changing anything for a few months, when most of the commitments have run their course.

...this is not the end of the world. But emotionally I am so wrecked.


I don't want to be a victim. I don't want to feel this raw about my life circumstance. I know that its only a matter of time... and yet, I can't stop myself from crying. I can't get over the fact that I am so used up and burned out that I feel like I've lost myself.

I chose all these great things to do, and now I feel trapped in a live that is living me... while I'm not actually living.


For months I have tried to slow down. I've tried to rest more, take care of life-projects that have always been thrown to the back burner, and yet I find myself getting busier and busier. Its like I'm rolling down a hill, picking up speed.

And this has become my identity. I'm the "busy one", "can't get into trouble when I have so much on my plate", "must be nice to have so much going on"... its not, I HATE it. I want to breathe. I want to ENJOY where I am, not rush to the next thing feeling less than prepared. Feeling less than worthy in every position I have.


But nothing that I say changes anything...

...I am my own guard and captor. I created this cell and I have at least two more months left to my sentence. I just hope my sanity holds out.

The Ultimatum

She was waiting on the stairs with two bags at her feet when he walked in that evening. He could tell she was upset, but he couldn't figure out how things had gotten to this point. Attempting to stifle his devastation at the sight of her "packed up" and ready to leave him, he spoke to her.

"You're... leaving?"

"I think it's best." Silence hung thick in the air, creating a distance between them that was far greater than the feet between their bodies.

He swallowed. "Is there anything..."

"Yes," she interrupted him, "but I know you won't do it, so I'm prepared to go."

He was shocked. What in the world could she possibly ask of him? He was devoted to her. Granted he was perfect, but he certainly tried to show her how much he loved her... He racked his brain trying to think of anything she might want.

Then it came to him.

"You're leaving over THAT?!" He couldn't tell if he was more confused or angry at the situation. Here he was, trying to hold himself together, and she was being petty.

"Yes..." she whispered.

He crossed the room, away from her, to sit on the couch. Dropping his face into his hands he contemplated the situation.




After an eternity of minutes, he heard her shifting on the stairs. Standing to retrieve her things, he looked at her. She paused, making eye contact, then looking down at her things and bent to pick them up.

"You're not leaving," he said.

"I really don't think..."

"No, you don't." He interrupted her, "But I'll deal with that later. Right now we are dealing with your selfish attitude."

"This is importaint to me," she all but wailed at him. "And if you understood that, I wouldn't have to..."

"I know." He conceded. "I didn't realize just how important this was to you... but you also don't realize how important YOU are to ME." She stared at him. "Don't you realize I would do anything for you?! Haven't I shown you time and again just how much I care about you?? Why do you feel like you have to make a scene rather than talk to me?" He was hurt. Deeply hurt.

"I'm not trying to..." she let her sentence drop.

"Come here" he commanded her.

She felt a shiver at his change of tone. With her stomach starting to form knots she stood in the doorway.

"Well...?" He asked, "I don't see what you're waiting on."

"You don't have to..."

"YES, I do." He answered her. "You've made that clear. This is MY decision, now COME here."




She crossed the room to him. Standing awkwardly above him as he sat on the couch.

"Pants off," he ordered.

She swallowed. Slipping off her sandals, she unzipped her pants she slid them off and stepped out of them. Bending to pick them up he interrupted her "leave it there." She froze, then slowly stood up.

Taking her wrist, he pulled her forward to him. Then pulling her further down, he placed a firm hand onto her lower back to settle her across his lap. "You will NOT be doing this again," he warned.

Before she could respond he spanked her hard on her right cheek. She cried out at the slap. "You will NEVER pull a stunt like this again with me," he continued. Spanking hard her left cheek. A shout escaped her.

"You belong to me and you are mine. This selfish attitude about what YOU want will not be tolerated any longer. I love you, and I care for you, and I will always give you what you NEED... But if you ever try to leave me over something this small again... THIS will be light compared to what I'll give you then."

With his message delivered, he went to work on her bottom. Slapping her firm, round cheeks until they turned a shade of rosy pink. Over his lap she squirmed and grunted and cried out at his slaps. He continued the spanking until she was clenching her cheeks at every slap, unable to relax under his hand. Then he rubbed her bottom until her breathing steadied and her butt muscles relaxed.

"Tell me what you want," he told her.

"I, eh... want..." she studdered a respose.

"Be specific," he said, "what and when, how often, how much. I need to know EXACTLY what you're looking for."

She thought for a moment. "I need a spanking once a week. Hard enough to keep me in line and remind me that you are in charge."

He rubbed her bottom. "Anything else..?"

She was silent while she considered it. "I'm not sure."

"Very well," he said. "Stand up."

Pushing herself up off the couch she gently climbed off his lap.

"Panties off" he commanded. She made an "o" with her lips, resisting the urge to cover her bum. "Did you think I was finished?" he smirked, "hardly."

"You need to be taught a lesson," he continued, "You are NEVER to do this again. There is NO need to be dramatic with me. I love you and I will give you what you need... Also I am in CHARGE," he reminded her, "panties OFF." This time his smile faded and he gave her a hard stare.

She quickly dropped her panties and moved forward to climb over his lap.

He held his hand up, "T-shirt too." Her eyes grew wide for just a moment, but she quickly recovered and slipped off her shirt with no questions asked. Standing in only her bra, she waited.

"Good," he smiled. "Over you go" He patted his lap.



Draped over his lap for a second time she bit her lip as she waited for the first slap to descend on her bottom. Rubbing her exposed rump, he began to lecture her further.

"You belong to me." *Slap*

"I am in charge." *Slap Slap*

"If you have a concern, you will come TO ME..." He assaulted her bottom with t series of spanks, "NOT make plans to LEAVE..." *Slap Slap Slap* "Without even TRYING to talk to me!"

He began to spank her in earnest, creating a rhythm between striking each cheek and her sit-spot, as he covered the entirety of her bottom.

She squirmed and shouted as the spanking continued. Writhing over his lap, she was inadvertently rubbing his lap with her body as she struggled against the pain of her well-deserved spanking. He began to feel himself grow excited. Between the sight of her reddening bottom and the feeling of her rubbing against him, he started to grow hard.

Pausing her spanking he rubbed her swollen bottom. She sighed at his touch. Curious, he slipped his fingers beneath her to skim his fingers the along her slit. Finding her moist, he slipped a finger further in. Her breath caught and he pulled his hand away before granting her any kind of 'reward'.

"You will call me Sir," he said.

Waiting a beat he slapped her cheeks a few times. When he finished he repeated, "You will call me Sir." With no response he continued with her spanking, not holding back. She responded with strangled grunts.

"You will call me Sir," he repeated, continuing to her spanking without a pause. She struggled to catch her breath between clenching and unclenching her bottom against his spanks. "You WILL call me SIR," He repeated again."

"Yeh... Yesss... Yessssir!!" She struggled to gasp out.

"Again" he demanded.

"Yesss, Sir." She hissed out.

"AGAIN."

Yes SIR!" She shouted.

He continued to spank her bottom. Focusing on her sit-spot and along the fold of her cheeks where they met the tops of her thighs. At his attention to such a sensitive area, she began to whimper and beg as she squirmed. An anthem of "Please Sir" filled the air between slaps.

Then without warning he stopped. "Stand up," he ordered.

Wiping tears from her eyes, she struggled to stand. Hands drifting to cup her bottom, she stood next to him.

"Go to the corner," he told her. "Hands on your head, and I don't want to hear a peep until I'm ready for you."

She obediently shuffled to the corner of the room and waited for his next request.

(MORE TO COME... STAY TUNED)

September Update

So I am back to school for the first time in three years... It's a bit refreshing to be back in class as the autumn season approaches. This is my favorite time of year, and although I know I'll be EXTRA busy will all the projects I am committing myself to, its still really exciting.

I made the seemingly crazy choice to take three language classes at once (it feeds into my career field, and has been a life goal of mine for some time now), I am expanding my home/educational business, and I have several projects and gigs that overlap including a friend's wedding in late October and application deadlines for Grad schools (of which I am still researching and narrowing down) due by December 1st. If I disappear now and then between posts, you can imagine why!



Recently, at my school bookstore, I happened upon a discount book table... a deadly thing for a collector such as myself, and I purchased some promising books on cooking for a fraction of their selling price. This long weekend (having a few days off for a change) I cracked open one of them and was pleasantly surprised by the author...

If you could see my book collection, you would notice a number of books dedicated to diets and cooking. Everything from styles of cooking, baking and grilling, to particular flare such as Italian and Thai. But, alas, I am no cook.

(Photo Credit: sexualityinart.wordpress.com )

 
Every so often, with confident stride, I will try a new recipe... but beyond that my skills have been limited to such culinary delights as: cheese melted over tortilla chips & served with salsa, boxed Macaroni & cheese, and cereals. I do make a pretty mean salad, but even that isn't really imaginative most of the time.

However... upon reading this new book, I felt encouraged to cook in a way that I never have before. I haven't tried any of the recipes listed, or the skills described, I AM only a third of the way through... but reading this book has made me rethink my approach to food on a whole new scale. I finally feel like I have a place to start, and that makes me feel really excited.

 

(Photo Credit: insatiabear.wordpress.com )

I'm already excited about shopping for cookwear and digging in! Here's to a season of New skills & New Tastes to try! Wish me luck! I'll try to post photos and recipes as I go. ^_^

...Heck, maybe Sir will even Give-Me-A-Hand in the kitchen! ;)

 (Photo Credit: insatiabear.wordpress.com )

HAPPY LABOR DAY WEEKEND EVERYONE!

A Fantasy

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Reasons I want a Spanking

I'm up far later than I had intended... and I really feel like having a spanking would help. Here is my list of reasons why:

1.) There was a creepy stalker murder/drama movie on tonight and I'm having a hard time feeling "okay" since watching a bit of it... (I really don't care for violence).

2.) I'm on my "lady time" and I feel pretty tired, grumpy and unsexy at the moment.

3.) My mind is racing through tasks I want to get to, lists I have to make, and all sort of other non-sleep-like activities. A spanking would really clear the mind.

4.) I feel "locked" in place, stuck in some way, and from my estimation it feels like some kind of emotional wall.

5.) Sir and I don't get enough "adult time" on even a semi-regular basis... I'm feeling lonely.

6.) For me to function effectively, I should have a spanking about every-other day.

7.) A good spanking is like a good bed-time story - makes you feel warm and cared for.

8.) He's just so darn GOOD at it.

9.) I deserve a little prompting for an apology I owe him for getting "cross" at him this evening.

10.) I should be SLEEPING! That is reason enough for a good wallop!

Goodnight, and sweet dreams of warm buns...

...Or should it be "Warm Buns for Breakfast"? Hehehe, either way.

Night!

Silent Submission

My Sir gave me a spanking...

(Photo found earlier via google image search for "spanked bottom")

Things have been stressful leading up to, but not limited to, a family wedding that I had a VERY big hand in pulling together. With tension getting to a heightened state, I asked my Sir if he would kindly lend me a hand the morning of the event.

Unfortunately, we got into a disagreement the night prior... and I wasn't feeling very "submissive" when I called off suggested "canceling our session". He said to give it the evening and I could decide in the morning how I was feeling... (a very good idea, considering my stress point).

The next morning we met up. And although time was short, it did help.




We began jokingly (as we tend to do when it's been a while), he asked if I was "up to things" and I said yes. And with all lead-up aside, I slipped off my dress and was "tipped" across the bed.

As the spanking began, I felt my mind start to wander. Not away from the activity, but my mind is always racing and I found myself drifting in and out between "in-the-moment" and to the various tasks I was concerned about. As he spanked me, I deepened my breath and did my best to focus just on the space I was in.

I looked at the room I was in, I felt each slap as it descended upon my bottom, and relaxed my muscles and I breathed. This approach lead me to do something I have never done...

I was completely silent through the spanking.




I took every spank without a peep. And though my thoughts ran their usual course of "why does he always slap my one cheek more than the other?" and "I wish he would spank me a little harder, I can take it", but I decided not to say anything.

And I found through my in-the-moment focus & the release-of-control I gave by NOT telling him m every wish and experience while over his lap, the experience became very meditative.




Sir spanked me for some time, then checked in with me. He had become concerned that my silence was an indicator that I wasn't really in the head-space for it. I did my best to convey that I was indeed interested and open to a spanking, without losing my new-found approach.

Sir was good enough to continue.

He then asked me to stand so that my panties could be removed. When I stood, I asked him...

"Should I do it, or would you like to...?"

"Would you prefer?"

 "I... I would like to do what you want."

"This is for you, what would please you?"

 "To please you... I need for this to not be my decision. I need to not be in charge..."

He removed my panties himself, and I crawled over his lap for further spanking.





As the spanking went on, I felt as though I might cry. I couldn't place the emotion, only that I was close to a state of release - I wasn't upset, or mad, or disappointed, I have just never felt quite like that before.

Sir stopped my spanking.

Rubbing my bottom he asked if I needed anything... And very shakily I asked him if he would give me a hard, quick spanking... for a little bit. He agreed, and asked me to let him know if it was too much.

Then the REAL spanking began.

(Photo Credit: http://spankinkandsubmission.tumblr.com)

The spanking was really rough and I found it hard to hold still. Especially when he spanked my sit-spot. I found myself clenching as I rocked back and fourth over his lap. 

Sir did not stop at my reaction, he and continued right along with each well-placed slap. I did my best to keep quiet, but as his hand descended on my rosy, swollen bottom I started to yelp in little wordless grunts.

Finally... after what felt like forever, my spanking ended and I collapsed across his lap, panting from the vigorous exercise .

I felt relaxed, but also nervous. I felt the overwhelming urge to "serve"`Sir, but I didn't know how to tell him. I felt stupid and awkward in my new submissive state. I waited for his command...

 

(Photo Credit: www.blackplanet.com)

How could I ask him to have me serve him?

What if I was bad at it?

  What if he asked for something I was scared to do?

...We didn't have much time that morning,
and I have yet to "thank" Sir properly for my spanking...

But I'm hoping to find myself with a red bottom and a quiet mind soon.

Wish me luck!

Learning to Let Go

This poem was inspired by a recent conversation between Sir and I, where we had discussed the "pressures" of the DD lifestyle, and the "spanking dynamic" of dominance and submission.
 


We have often talked about his side of things... whether from his side, or my feelings on how he should act while "in the act" of things... but I realized, during this last debate, that my struggles with submission had never really been talked about in relation to us having a session.

After stating my feelings on the act of submission (like how his tone of voice has the ability to awaken a STRONG resistance in me) I sat and thought about things a bit more...

Its hard not to "top from the bottom". Its not that I want to control the outcome of the situation (lack of control is Actually what I'm trying to find) but trust is not so easily found within such a vulnerable circumstance. Very often I can feel bulldozed and bullied by his requests. I can feel overlooked, in a way, even though I am the focus of our little rendezvous. And although I want to present myself and my actions as a gift to him, it seems at times like my offerings are taken rather than received.




These words are simply a artistic presentation of the emotions and experiences of a naturally dominant woman, as she tries to find comfort within submission...




Learning to Let Go


Initially I'm confident - I tease and prod and play,
but nervousness creeps up my neck as we make our way -
down the hall and to to the room where we have made the plans we chose.
Very quickly I am nervous, and my brazen nature goes.

In the corner I am standing and I will not meet your eyes,
meek and bashful as I wait there, hoping you will compromise.
Skip the talking and the questions, and the actions and requests...
As the scene plays out, I'm fighting every urge to shout protests.

Very slowing, with intensity, you strip me of my clothes,
my protection and my walls, until before you I'm exposed.
But you are not quick to re-cover, or to shelter what you own,
overwhelmed by my emotions... I am distant and alone.

You may touch me while I'm standing - bittersweet it feels, if so,
I melt into your intrusion, but I'm fearful you won't go -
to the duties we are here for, to the part I really crave.
So I try to show some patience, not to rush you, to behave.

If you question me I'm dying, please release me from this place...
can't we talk once this is over, across your lap where I feel safe?
And by now I've showed in protest, resistant pauses and small sighs,
that I'm ever more than ready to be draped over your thighs.

So you take me to position, pulling me with strength and ease,
shifting me until my bottom is uplifted, as to seize -
every smack that I have coming, every spank that you desire,
till my breath has turned to panting and cheeks burn as if on fire.

As you spank me, I grow closer, and I offer myself up;
rising high to meet each strike, and spreading wider as you cup -
underneath me. I moan softly, begging for your every touch,
each caress draws out a shiver, as my hands search out to clutch...

...at the sheets spread out around me, and I pray that you won't stop.
Tease me, spank me, till I'm ready - or when tears begin to drop.
Make me hot and red and raw for you, a girl to serve you well.
Use the rhythm of your hands, to erase the thoughts that dwell -

The thoughts that tell me that I can't, and won't - submission is too hard.
Keep me hanging on the edge of pain, until I can discard...
every brick from every wall I build, prideful words that underscore -
my resistance to be taken...
                                                    ...to admit that I am yours.

August 2013

Beach Bum - Part 3

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Today is our Anniversary

Two Full Years of ups, downs, and all-arounds Together.

He makes me laugh and I give him headaches...

 to keep things interesting we switch off.  ;)

So, you ask, HOW are we celebrating this occasion??? 

Well, I have this idea in mind... 

(Art by Kami Tora)

But I also know how that would turn out...

 

(Art by Kami Tora)

AND THEN...

We would get to this part...

 

(Art by Kami Tora) 

Which is what I wanted all along. <3

Too bad he works like 20 hours today and I have commitments tonight.

Perhaps this weekend.

Happy Wednesday!

Friday Advice from Readers

So, I was thinking that it would be nice if a few times a month I did a little "reader's forum" on my blog. This would be a great opportunity to reach out to the spanking community and compare notes, maybe even help someone who is struggling in with something. If you have any ideas for group topics, please let me know.

Topic: Communication

This week I wanted to open on the topic of communication, specifically that of RESPECT. Recently my Love and I have been a terrible time communicating effectively. I was hoping that some readers out there might have some ideas as to how you can cue your partner that they are being disrespectful without setting them on the path of frustration.


A recent interaction...

Things have been stressful and we've both been a bit on edge. A few days ago, I joked with him during a phone call about 'watching TV' (of all things) and immediately he took offense. He tone changed and began to list off his defense to me on the topic.

This was about 2 minutes into our call, and while this transpired I was standing alone in a small, quiet shop. The only other person with me was the lady behind the counter who was avidly focused on me; her only costumer. I was uncomfortable continuing the call given the attention it was bound to recieve from my audience, and so I responded with, "Well... I'm gonna get off the phone."

"Please don't do that," he said.

 I said, "It sounds like you're upset"

"I am"

"Well,  why don't you get something to eat and we'll talk a bit later..."

He was not happy with this. He did not want to get off the phone. And what's more, he found me patronizing.

I had only mentioned the "eating" part because he had mentioned not having much to eat that day, and since that effects MY mood, it certainly couldn't hurt his. I did, in fact draw reference to this in the conversation a few comments later.

Later, when we had a chance to pick up our conversation privately, he told me he found my tone of voice to be demeaning. He felt that I was speaking to him as a though he was a "disobedient child." While my only intention was to politely drop the conversation until he could cool down.




Some ideas...

Stormy had posted a blog entry a few days ago that caught my attention. In it she said this:

[...] He came up to me and firmly placed both hands on either side of my shoulders. This is our code for "You are so in trouble" when we are in front of people. [...]  (Read the full post HERE)

That got me to wonder, if you can give a physical cue, couldn't we have a verbal cue to say "hey chill out" or "watch it buddy", or "you are aching for a spanking". (Yes, I mean cues for ME too!)

Now it's YOUR turn. Please share your ideas! 

What works for you?

How do you maintain respectful communication when you feel your partner has been disrespectful in some way? 

How do you tell your partner that their communication is becoming disrespectful? 

What are some other physical cues that anyone has used? (Can't hurt to have more ideas right??)

Needing a Hand

Yesterday was a bust. The day was long for both of us in different ways. We both pushed where we shouldn't have, and we both payed for it.

I don't regret standing up to him... all too often I allow him to justify the reasoning behind what he had intended to do or say, or come across. But last night I felt tired of being hurt, and sick of being apologized to. (Not that he does it all the time)

But that doesn't mean that I was nice either...



There were some saving graces. We didn't argue the whole night. He stayed longer than planned and we cuddled on the couch for a bit. But the night ended with a flare of frustration and distance between us (I'd like to thank the academy...)



So now things are at this quiet standoff. The energy between us is almost palpable, even though he is no where near me, and it feels like when it breaks... a storm will hit.

I just want to be past this.

I wish I could find a way to show him respect without feeling like it make me small, overlooked and unappreciated. I want to show him that I will always honor his position, and NOT have that feel like a dig at my pride...

I just can't seem to do it. I'm so wrapped up in how easily he can effect me, that I can't even touch the concept of how I effect him.




...I don't want him to spank me.


I don't want him to call me out on the things I said that were disrespectful, even if I was coming from a place of feeling disrespected the time. I don't want to apologize for what "at the time" felt rather justified. Well YOU were mean, so it's MY turn...

But I really don't want this  d i s t a n c e  between us.


I can't get past the stubborn side of my pride to even see how he cares about me. One misstep and I close up. Admittedly, it feels like more than a "whoops" when he does something like that without thought to my feelings... but I can't even climb over this wall, let alone tear it down. I am well hidden behind my castle, completely impenetrable.

I don't want this.

He doesn't deserve this.

We neeed to fix this.



I need one of those awful, stupid, uncalled for, totally deserving spankings. (sigh)

Beach Bum - Part 2

Our Story begins HERE.

The Story Continues...


Having carefully checked that there were no other on-lookers, she swooped her arm over her chest and covered her exposed front as she stood up in the shallow water...

 (Photo Credit www.daniellelisle.com)

Hesitating, she stared at the man on the beach, hoping he  wasn't about to spring up and watch her. After a moment of stillness, she hurriedly galloped toward the shore, lifting her feet through the water as she went. Trying to move as silently as she could manage.

Her eyes were glued to the man as she struggled to reach her destination unnoticed. Was that a smirk, she mused. Is he watching me?

Reaching the sand, she raced for cover behind the large rocks that hid her clothing...

 (Photo Credit www.nakedspirit.com)

*         *          *          *          *

It had been an interesting morning to say the least... Having taken his first "day off" in a very long time. He woke up earlier than he had intended, but decided to take advantage of the quiet morning and headed down to the beach for a morning swim. 

When he arrived at the beach, he noticed that someone was out in the water already. Quietly he spread his towel out and prepared to strip out of his jeans and join the early-dipper. As he stood up and faced the water, he noticed something he hadn't... she was naked. 

Looking down at his towel, he decided to stay on the shore. He was at a public beach after all, if she didn't want someone to see her, she should have stripped somewhere else, he thought to himself.

Stretching out on his back, he kicked off his sandals and relaxed his head back onto his hands. I'll be nice enough and keep my distance...

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Resting quietly as the sun rose over the water he suddenly heard a startled splash in the water.

Cracking his eyes open to peak, he noticed the woman standing, staring directly at him, covering her naked body with her arms. Stifling a grin he did his best to remain still as the young woman did an awkward danced toward the shore. He couldn't help but admire her figure as she drew closer to him. 

She wasn't the over-skinny, shaped-like-a-teenage-boy type he normally saw out at the beach, and he could tell that she wasn't full of tummy-tucks and plastic enhancements either. She jiggled a bit as she ran, and he liked that. Her belly dipped in at the sides for in an hour-glass silhouette, and she had nice, solid legs. She had plenty of curves, and all in the right places. 

Just as he was enjoying the view of her, she ducked behind a large rock on outside edge of the beach shore. Laying his head back down, he decided to wait for her to emerge again before he said or did anything else to startle her.

Laying there, he couldn't help the grin that spread over his face as his mind replayed the scene he had just observed.

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Hiding behind the rock, she did her best to pull on her elastic workout shorts. It felt like stretching a rubber-band over sandpaper. 

"Oh god," she wined under her breath, "why did I ever decide to do something so stupid? And what the heck is he doing here ANYway?! The beach doesn't officially open till ten!"

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After struggling with her bottoms, she tangled her arms into the sports bra that managed to feel two sizes too small, and finally got herself covered. Panting for a moment behind the rock she picked up the rest of her clothes and shoes, placed them in a pile, and crawled to the edge of the rock so she could peek out at the shore.

Her "company" was still relaxing on his towel. He didn't look like he moved since she noticed him the first time. He was just laying there, arms up behind his head, smiling. He must be enjoying the warmth of the sunrise, she thought. I'm so paranoid.

Now that she had a minute to study him, she noticed just how handsome he was. She couldn't tell how tall he might be laying down, but his body was in nice condition. He wasn't built like the extreme-ripped muscle heads that she often saw playing volleyball at the beach, but he had a strength about his shoulders and arms that told her he had more muscle there than someone might notice at first glace.

She could see that he had a little bit of hair across his chest, and that his stomach had a nice tone to it. His hair was a lighter shade of brown than she normally cared for, but it suited him. His gentile smile made him look approachable, and she wished that she hadn't met him quite in this fashion.

"Oh well," she sighed, "I guess I should find a way to sneak out of here."

Looking around, it became clear that her only real option of sneaking out undetected was to follow the rocks further up toward the bank and emerge above the beach shore. Careful to keep herself hidden as she made her way up the bank, she began to climb.

Reaching the last rock she peeked down to the beach and saw a starling sight.

He was gone.

His towel was where he left it, and his sandals... and his pants? Well, where was he?! She craned herself further out from behind the rock, half crawling and half propped on rock, to spy his location. He was IN the water?? She stepped out from behind the rock. Oh man! Why didn't I stay in the water?!

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Waiting for her to emerge, he listened for any sound that would indicate she was coming out. After what felt like 20 minutes, he sat up and looked around. She wasn't visible anywhere, not that he expected she would TRY to be, but he started to wonder if she had somehow left without him noticing.

Standing up, he glanced over by the rocks and noticed a shuffle of color moving toward the bank area above the beach.

Oh well, he shrugged, if she wants to save face I guess I can't blame her.

 

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Dropping his pants, he walked down to the waves. Wading into the cool water, he turned to face the beach. As the water reached to his ribs, he spotted her looking around at the beach. Watching her emerge he waved a friendly "hello". 

With a surprised jump at his gesture, she threw him a wave and quickly turned to walked off with shoes in her hands. Awkwardly she played with her wet hair and glanced back until she was no longer in sight.

I have got to make more time to come to the beach, he thought.

MORE to Come... Things will HEAT up. I Promise. ;)