She had a house by the ocean. She liked to wonder down to the beach and watch the surfers. She goes down when it’s warm and sunny so she can sit in just her swim wear and the surfers are just wearing board shorts. She would watch them surf for hours, standing occasionally so she could get a better view and be seen. She would make sure that she was close to where their stuff was placed on the beach so that when they came back to the beach and towelled themselves dry she could see the moisture on their bodies.
Always one of the surfers, bronzed and salty from the sea would come over and say hello. She would lie on her back, propped up on her elbows and chat with them. Often she would find him attractive, young and lean, and would stand to be close to them or invite them to sit with her. As she enjoyed their company, a warmth would spread through her and she would squirm involuntarily as she became aroused. Board shorts meant that she could always tell if the feelings were reciprocated. It was rare they were not. As the sun touched the ocean horizon, she would invite him back to her house, a short walk through the dunes to the edge of the village. Fetching a cold drink from the fridge, she would lead them out onto the balcony as the last of the light disappeared.
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