The Beach Party-Romantic Story

 "The Beach Party"

The first time that I saw Cynthia, she was laughing. It was a laughter, unlike anything that I had seen before, filled with excitement and magnetism. I could feel the attraction drawing my eyes through the crowd, searching for that special lady. Then, I found her. I saw immediately that the laughter was genuine. It not only projected through the air, but visible in all of her mannerism.

She was sitting at a table with two other ladies. Among them, she was a goddess sitting among mortals. Her beauty was beyond description. The long brown curls framed her angelic face. Her deep green eyes were the center piece of the picture, twinkling and sparkling with excitement. Showing a deep level of happiness and contentment from the deepest parts of her soul. To compliment the rest of the face, her lips was covered with a light red lipstick. They begged for a kiss.

In fact, she was so perfect that I could not approach her. I just watched and waited.

"How could a mere mortal such as myself approach a woman of her caliber?"

I sat terrified in the corner of the small cafe and watched. She was so animated when she talked. I could almost include myself into the conversation just by watching her hand motions. She was so alive. I was attracted to her like a moth to the flame. Even though, I knew that she would look down that wonderful nose of hers and tell me to go eat worms. Her beauty was pulling me, tugging at me to talk to her.

I slowly stood up from my half eaten sandwich to allow myself to be pulled to her, but my fear grabbed me and sit me down again. Looking down at myself, I knew that I had nothing to be ashamed of. I was an average looking guy, with a typical golf shirt and jeans. Yet, that was the trouble. I was average. She was a goddess.

"How could I go into the presence of a goddess?"

Then, I saw the banner across the door.

"Beach Party Under the Moon"

It was the answer to my prayers. In that instant, the deep terror that was rising up within me started to ease. This party would be my chance. If I failed, then I could drown my sorrows in the free drinks. With that reasoning, I watched her with a new calmness. She was indeed a woman above women.

As I watched, I noticed that she had crossed her legs. Even though they were sexy legs before, now that she had crossed them they had taken center stage. They were long legs with the firmest muscle tone that I had ever seen in my life. I couldn't tell if she was wearing stockings or not. However, it did not matter. Those long smooth legs were unbelievable.

"My goodness, those legs could wrap around me and hold me safe forever," I thought to myself.

I could feel the natural urges started to take over my body and knew that I better get out of the room while I could do so in a dignified way. Looking around, I realized that there was no other door. I had to find a way to relax. I needed something to distract myself. I had to find a way to walk right by her.

I found the distraction in nearby family of two adults and a six year old girl playing with her doll. The doll was getting all the treatment of a paying customer. It has a high chair, a plate, even a plastic bottle. The waiters that waited on the table made sure that the doll received the correct napkins and silverware as well. Yet, when they returned to the kitchen, I could see them whispering among themselves. The family did not notice. I was glad that they were happy. I was sure they would tip generously.

Even though I was watching the family, my mind kept going back to Cynthia. In my mind, I could still see her long legs crossed and gently rocking under that table. The family, as entertaining as they were, was not an adequate distraction. Cynthia had already captured my heart and soul. Her image was already burned into my brain. No matter how hard that I tried, I could not get her image out of my mind.. So, I just stood up and started to walk out. In my rush, I forgot about the doll's chair being stuck out into the hallways. My left leg hooked the leg. The chair and I went flying. I heard the child scream.

When I looked up, I found myself looking directly into the face of the Lady Goddess herself. She must have moved like lightening. Within seconds I felt her dabbing a wet napkin onto my forehead. Looking up, I saw a worried look on her gorgeous face. I was hooked. Everyone else was still sitting around the room. Some had concerned looks on their faces. There were some that was even laughing at me. Cynthia was the only person to jump up to help. She cared about people. It was obvious in her face and even more importantly in her actions. I felt warm all inside.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"Yea," I responded. "My only injury seems to be my pride."

"Are you sure? " She asked. "You took quite a fall there."

"I have to be all right. I have to go to our Beach Party tonight, you know?"

Cynthia smiled the biggest smile that I had ever seen. It was warm and soft.

"Well, if this party is so important that you would go with a broken back. Maybe I need to check it out."

I pulled myself up to a sitting position. The waiters were pouring into the dining room. Each one trying to make sure they didn't do anything to get sued. I set up the little girls' doll chair and made sure the doll was safe and sound. With a grin, I handed it back to the little girl. She grabbed it and held it close as if she was going to protect it from any other dangers.

As the waiters tried to help me to my feet, I shrugged them off.. Standing to my feet, I took inventory of my body. I was okay. I made direct eye contact with Cynthia.

"Thank you ...uh.."

"Cynthia, my name is Cynthia," she volunteered.

"Thank you Cynthia. And yes, they are great. I would love to see you there."

She grinned.

"I am glad you are okay."

It seemed like she disappeared as the waiters and managers appeared in force and escorted me to the hotel's doctor's office. After a quick examination, they gave me a examination report and refunded my dining bill. As soon as I got out, I looked for Cynthia. She was no longer in the café. My heart dropped to my stomach. There was no signs of her. I knew that the party tonight was my only hope of ever seeing her again.

The next few hours passed very slowly for me. I did some shopping in the quiet shops along the midway. It was the most boring time period of my life. I thought that if anyone would pay attention to me it would be the store owners. However, they totally ignored me. In fact they even seemed bored with me. I guess they figured that with my glassy eyes and drunken walk that I was not going to buy anything. So they felt their time was much better spent on their sweeping or stocking. It didn't really matter anyway. They were just window dressing for my stroll.

Still, one by one, I walked through each store. Yet, no matter what merchandise was being carried, I kept seeing Cynthia. For example, as I looked at a large brass platter, I could see the same worried face that Cynthia had when I had fallen. In another store, I faded out to a picture of her longs legs rocking under the table. Slowly and sensually against each other in the guise of an innocent rocking motion. They were gently rubbing against each other like lovers exploring each other for the first time. So slowly that anyone watching would see it as the normal swinging of a nervous foot. I knew better. Those legs were alive with sexual energy, touching and caressing the other. Each movement was building the excitement.

When I faded back to the shop, I found this elderly Chinese lady looking at me with the strangest look. She leaned over the counter and said something to me that I did not understand and point to the door. I guess that she was thinking that I was getting turned on by her. Never the less, I left in a hurry. Well as fast I could, given my current condition.

It was about seven o'clock before I worked my way back to the beach. I thought I would have another hour to kill, but when I arrived the beach was already full of people. I ran to my room and changed my clothes for the evening. In seconds, I was dressed in a white shorts and shirt set. As I dashed out of the hotel, I stopped and took a deep breath. I had to bring myself under control. I needed to be relaxed and confident. Women always like confident men.

"Calm and cool," I told myself. "Relax... yea you are cool."

I laughed at myself. Now I was talking to myself. Worse than that, I was talking to myself in a 1950's type of dialog. This was so ridiculous. I had dated dozen of women. Here I was feeling like a teenager on his first date. I took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds. Then slowly, I let the air ease from my lungs. As it left my body, I felt the stress reduced. After a couple of more of the exercises, I started to feel more confident. I could feel it in my walk and posture. It was in the swing of my arms and the movement of my eyes. I was a lady killer on the move now.

The effect was amazing. As I entered the party scene, several ladies made direct eye contact only to break off the contact with a slight smile and a downward glance. There were even a few prim and proper ladies that felt that direct eye contact was too forward but had no problems sneaking peeks at my butt. I smiled. It felt good to be noticed and appreciated.

I joined into the party, mixing and mingling as a proper gentlemen. I talked with a couple people, but quickly excused myself. I was not in the mood to do small talk about farm tractors or makeup sales. So I decided to walk up the beach a little. The hotel staff were rushing to get fires hot for the clam bake. As I watched the hotel employees continue to set everything up, I found myself looking out to the sea. I must have been really drawn into the scene because I never saw Cynthia step up behind me.

"Hello Stranger, " she greeted me.

Unlike the other ladies on the beach, she was not wearing a thong bikini to show that magnificent bottom that I knew was there. Nor was she wearing the string tops to reveal her breasts to the world. However, she didn't have that need. Standing in a simple white cotton sun dress that hung loosely over her body, she radiated a confidence and a beauty that no other lady on the beach could match.

"Hello," I responded. "So you decided to come after all, huh?"

I had expected this to be an awkward moment full of fear and apprehension. However, it wasn't. I felt something click between us. It was like we were old friends that had not seen each other in years. There was a level of comfort and calmness. I was at peace.

"Of course, I knew who was going to be here," she answered with a slight grin.

I smiled back a grateful smile. I knew at that point that she felt the same connection. It no longer mattered where she lived. Whether it be two thousand miles or across three oceans and two mountain ranges, it was immaterial. She was the one. She was my soul mate.

"Would you like to go on a walk, while they are setting everything up? I love to walk along the beach during a sunset."

I hadn't even noticed but the sun was starting to sink into the sea. The huge ball of fire was barely touching the top of some distant wave. It was fighting time to stay in this world for just a few more minutes. Yet, in this moment of conflict between day and night, the sun was the most magnificent sight.

"Oh that would be great, " I answered.

We walked and talked along the beach. Conversation was easy with her. Our experience seem to compliment each other like the beach complimented the sea. The more that we walked the fewer people that I saw on the beach. At first, I was confused. The beach was just as good at this northern end as it was at the southern end. Then, it became clear. As the party was going into full swing, the free beers and clams was drawing the beach population. In a few minutes of walking, we suddenly had the beach to ourselves. In the distance, we could see the fires and crowds of people.

I found myself staring at the horizon. The half of the sun that was still showing was creating a myriad of colors on the horizon. It was a beautiful sight that stirred emotions deep inside of me. As I blended with the scene, I felt Cynthia's hand slip into mine. Turning so that I could see her, I saw that she too was watching nature reveal her most beautiful treasure, the sunset at sea. I found myself staring at the most sensual creature alive, Cynthia.

In the fading light, her face came alive. Her eyes had a sparkle of excitement, while her lips were moist and smooth. The contour of her jaw accented the height of her cheek bone. Everything from her long eyes lashes to the texture of her skin seem to call to me.

I lifted my free hand slowly toward her chin. She smiled, and I knew that it was okay. Reaching her chin, I gently tilted her head back and leaned forward to meet those God sent lips. As we meet, it was like magic. I could feel the vibration of her lips as I allowed only the most gentle of kisses. The kiss was obviously different from the hard and aggressive kiss that she was expecting.

Yet, I could tell that she was not disappointed. She dropped my hand, and put them both of arms around my neck. Following her lead, I let my hands fall around her waist. First gently, and then stronger, I pulled her body into mine. She responded by running her hands through my hair.

I could feel her kisses change. Now her lips were slightly apart and were massaging my lips with each kiss. As I started to massage the small of her back, we moved into a French kiss that would have excited any man.

The kiss was long as we merged and explored each other's mouth. I could feel my head starting to get fuzzy. As I concentrated on the sensations of the kiss and the warmth of her back, I felt a pressure pulling me down to the sand. Letting myself go, we slide to the sand. In a sensual embrace, we kissed the kiss of passion.

The warm sand under us and the gently background noise of the waves meshed with the sight of the sun making its last appearance of the day. The battle between night and day had been fought. I knew that Cynthia and I were the major benefactors of their timeless struggle. For that struggle had created the perfect setting for us to discover each other for the first time.

As the night grew, the full moon provide the soft light. The ocean waves provided the background music. We provided the pleasure. We kissed and made passionate love for hours. It was the love of two people that merge their souls and bodies together. The blood that flowed through our veins boiled as we drove each other to the outer limits of human pleasure. Our hearts pounded. Our eyes danced. Our cries of pleasures filled the night,. Then, when we exploded together, the night was complete.

When I awoke the next day, I could see the gradual lighting in the eastern sky. The sun was returning to see the couple that it had left just a few hours earlier. As I look at Cynthia’s face, cuddled in my arms, I knew that the world would be a better place from this day onward. I smiled and was content.