It had been a couple of days since I invited Trip to the pool. Admittedly that got just a touch more out of control thank I had originally planned. It was just supposed to be a day for us to relax and actually talk and get to know each other. I mean; we have been flirting, I think, for months at my bar. Then I figured I would return the favor and go flirt with him at his fancy pants bar… So I put on a little slutty dress that is my favorite, but I had never worn before, so he would know that I was more than short jean shorts and a pretty see through wife beater… and something happened where we just clicked. It was everything that I didn’t know I wanted or needed. It filled me in every way.

But I wanted to get to know him. Outside of his general gentlemanliness towards me at the bar I didn’t really know anything except that he was adorable, had a decent body, unique ink that told a story and showed restraint and respect… even when I was trying to get him to come to me a little more.

Needless to say; our baking I the sun and discovering more about each other didn’t quite go as planned. Well, I mean, like we got to know A LOT about each other. But not the way that I had hoped. April was a fucking surprise to say the least. I’d never met her. But she was obviously out to get what she wanted that day. Just that red tube top and bottom bikini and with no other bottom… I mean, she was out to fuck. And I’m not mad about it.

But Today I’m taking him to the beach just down the road from my house. I’m not wearing a bikini… and admittedly I was trying to turn him on with that white number I had on but today is different. Little yellow sundress and sandals, easy peasy, casual and a chance for us to talk and get to know each other a bit more.

I’m meeting him at the beach parking just up the street. And there he is. Black lounge pants and a white t shirt… Fuck. He always looks like the mountain I’ve always wanted to climb… Even in his “beach attire”

I pull up next to his spot. He’s leaning against his white truck and smiles broad when he sees me. And I lvoe that he makes me feel seen. Like it’s so wild to have someone authentically happy to see me and spend time with me. And I’m not sure how this whole boyfriend / girlfriend thing happened in a matter of days. But it did, and I’m not mad about it.

I climb out of my little car and smile back.

“Hi baby” I say as he wraps one arm around my waist and kisses me deeply. Then my brain scrambles and I have zero other words.

“I love being your baby” he said and takes my hand and I lead him towards the sand. It’s busy out here. I’ve seen it way more packed than this but there are quite a few umbrellas and blankets and the sun is JUST perfect. Not too hot, no wind. Just a slight breeze. This should be a good day for a stroll and kicking some sand between our toes.

“which way should we go?” he asks.

“well there’s a shit load of people over that way so lets go towards the break and the rocks. There’s always awesome tidepools that way and most of the tourists don’t know it so they hang out here.” I point over to the left and we start walking slowly. And rather silently.

To be fair neither of us has really gotten to know each other outside of who we are in our bars, or who we are when we are naked and fucking like rabbits.

he breaks the awkward silence. “I miss you when you’re not around. And rather than play games I figured I’d just tell you that I love you. I know it’s only been a few days but this is WILD and I’ve never felt like this, or this good, or this nervous… And I’m assuming this is what love is…. “ Just like a waterfall out of his mouth he just laid it all out.

“I think I love the idea of you, and of us. But other than being amazing in bed together we only know our energy and how we fit”

“we’ve never been to bed”

Fair.

I laugh. “Good point, and I think you’re right. Energy is everything. And we have it. I’ve seen so many couples in the bar that loathe each other. None of them seem to like each other, smile at each other… And every time I’m around you. I feel loved. I feel safe.”

“Exactly!” he cuts me off. “That’s my job. Give you a safe place. And I love that you get to let me into your most intimate moments and what you REALLY want from a man.

“I’m all yours, you know that. Lets just jump in both feet and do this together.”

He nods and leans way over and kisses me as we both keep walking… then kisses me harder and I stop and turn into him. I can feel his hand slipping up my sundress and he cups my ass with his large hands. Not like groping. But definitely in a possesive ‘she’s mine’ move. And I push further into his chest letting him kiss me deeply.

I get a shiver from how honest this all felt. And what a surprise my body responded

“Did your nipples get hard just now?” I could feel them through my tshirt. “Fuck I love that dress”

It was a pale yellow sundress with little sunflowers all over it. So light and flowing. it barely felt like it was touching my body. And I wasn’t a total prude. I definitely picked this dress because it was both NOT revealing and VERY revealing at the same time. A deep neckline revealing my cleavage, no bra and no panties… I love when he stares at my tits…. But I really love when he stares at my clothes and imagines what’s underneath. Even though he already knows. It always seems like he is just looking at me for the first time and wants to rip every scrap of my clothes off and explore my body, as if he hasn’t, now, seen and been in every single inch of me.

I smile and push my hair back behind my ear and continue walking towards the Break with my mind swimming. “how did I get so lucky” I ask myself. The silence returns. But it’s not at all awkward. More savory. LIke we are just enjoying being with each other instead of having to or being forced to make small talk and stumble over words that don’t matter.

This has to be what love is right?

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Beach Hike.