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I woke to the sound of surf in the small, tidy room. French doors opened onto a charming patio, and the next step was in warm dry sand. This two week vacation was a dream come true, a fantasy realized, on Isla de la Paz Hermosa, a small island in the midst of an emerald sea. It was not a resort in the traditional sense. The decor was serene. The fabric and paint were a light, tone-on-tone brightness. The wood of the furniture was dark and rich. Upholstery invited one to rest in loving and cushioned embrace. There were no televisions, but a library of sorts filled the walls of one long hallway. The music in the bar each evening was soft and sensual jazz provided by a quartet. The atmosphere Ataşehir Escort was only part of the reason I had chosen it. The main factor was its clothing optional policy for beach and pool. During the first few days I had spent my days on the beach experimenting with the best method to avoid sunburn on tender skin. My skin was now golden and sprinkled with ever darkening freckles. Not a sexy look in my mind, but you get what you get when your skin is fair. He was on the beach every morning when I walked. His face was bold; his mouth sensuous. I couldn’t see his eyes because of his sunglasses. I wondered in my own curious way if he wore them to hide his Ataşehir Escort Bayan true self from those who might look too deep. He was comfortable in his nudity and would sit on his towel reading or just watching the surf. I imagined so many things as he sat remote and silent in the bubble of quiet that surrounded him. There was a storm on the night before everything changed… a big storm. The staff had come to check each room and secure the exterior doors and the patio furniture early in the evening. Their smiling faces and efficient manner did little to assuage my anxiety over the lightning and wind that was forecast. There was a precision Escort Ataşehir about their movements as they assured me that all would be well. I ordered a bottle of wine and prepared for the assault to come. The roaring storm lasted for several hours. Something kept hitting the glass of my window, but the promises made by the staff held true. My room was secure even from water that might have leaked under the door in a less prepared facility. I slept fitfully and roused as gray light began to filter through the white gauzy drapes. Birds sang quiet little melodies outside my room. The shower was a welcome balm to body and soul. It is funny how that can be. I slid on a pale pink thong swimsuit bottom which had been my one concession to modesty for this adventure and walked onto the softly lit beach. There was surprisingly little debris, and I actually found it comforting to examine the little piles of flotsam that dotted the pale sand. He sat close to the water, welcoming the sunrise with closed eyes.
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