*All characters 18+*
I wake up with soft light pouring in through the windows, and smile to myself with my eyes closed. My first thought is that I can’t wait to get out onto the beach. A moment later, my thoughts drift to the mysterious man from last night. It takes me a minute to parse through what was real and what was fantasy. I feel myself blush remembering how I touched and came on myself last night. But it’s the electricity from our time on the dock that makes my stomach flip and my cunt clench with need. *I wonder if I’ll see him again…*
This time, my thoughts are interrupted by my stomach growling. I get up, throw my bikini on and a casual sundress as a cover-up. I throw my hair up in a long pony tail, grab my beach bag, and head to the corner bakery to grab some breakfast.
The bakery smells divine, the aroma of fresh bread and pastries wafting through the air. I admire the options and settle on my simple favorite, a tiropita. As I pay for it and my frappe, I hear someone come into the shop behind me and the cashier call out a familiar greeting. I turn to find my mysterious fisherman.