So, I know it's not the most romantic of places to notice someone, but I still noticed you.
How on earth could I not? You must know exactly what you're doing with that beige bikini with the matching "wrap" that was so completely not doing it's duty. But it was only a glimpse, and then you were gone. Into the sandy restroom. As I walked into the opposite, I knew we were walking away from each other, but into similar situations. Past the oldies and the fatties, away from mirrors and behind a wall, you must have put your towel down, as I did, taken your sunglasses (so prettily and too perfectly holding away your curls) from your head and sat on one of the same splintery benches, with me. Yet did you think that? I know your eyes met mine, and I saw the corner of your mouth slightly lift (a smirker!), but was it the same you give to all adoring eyes? Or was it just for mine? I shouldn't have to mention this if you did notice me, but my suit was yellow. Bright. And my hair is black. Dull. And I appreciated you with every rod and cone of my being.
Anyway, back to my revelry of you and putting our towels down. I bet as you stepped out of your beige that you tried to avoid the floor and balance within the contours of your sandals. That sandy, rough floor. As I did. And as it dropped you contributed. We both contributed at the same moment. In opposite beach restrooms we added to the sand on the floor.
As we took our bathing suits off.
This is great Janna!
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