The beach was starting to get flocked when we arrived. The cabanas were almost filled with nude glistening bodies. We wanted a cabana near the waterline but moving up and down the beach didn’t help us in the mid-morning sun.
“Let’s search for places a little bit further on the beach”, I suggested. Mark had to consent as there were not many alternatives left.
As we started moving further from the shoreline, I caught a familiar sight. The man from yesterday was not after all a dream then. He was older than me in his 40s. His well-toned oily hard body was glistening in the morning sun. His not so morning wood was also glistening but laid flaccid and tucked gently between his legs. I caught myself from swooning any longer, as Mark was standing just beside me searching for places to sit and r
