More with Laura and Yvan

Yvan's blue eyes were dancing as he gauged her reaction. She was gorgeous; just the kind of dark-eyed siren that could make him get down on his knees and crawl. But, of course, she didn't know that yet; didn't understand the power that she could have over him, but she would probably catch on quickly. He almost wished they weren't on a nude beach when they met because there was no hiding the effect she was having on his dick.

His wasn't the only erection on the beach; there were plenty of others--and some that were actually in use, so to speak. In a way, she was even sexier than the others who were completely naked. She was a mystery; her full breasts as they strained against the fabric of her top were even more fascinating than if they'd been completely exposed. Her smile was wide and ingenuous, but her eyes promised passion, and her dusky hair cried out for his touch.

"But you are alone, aren't you?" he asked hopefully. "I've been watching you. You're not wearing a ring and you don't seem to be waiting for anyone."

When she didn't reply, he persisted. "At least tell me your name."

"Laura," she replied.

Yvan heard at least one of the men behind him groan in ecstasy. With his back toward them, he could only imagine what she was seeing, but if her expression was any indication, she was certainly getting an eyeful. He knew that some women found gay sex provocative, but a hetero couple might have been better. Still, he could hope. He didn't need it himself; he was getting hot just from looking at her.

"Laura," he said softly. "I like that." And he did. It evoked images of beauty and sincerity, love and honesty--the sort of qualities one didn't always find in a woman, at least, none he'd met recently.

He was trying hard to forget the last one. It had been a disaster from the very beginning. Olana might have been a stunningly beautiful blonde, but she hadn't enjoyed sex at all and was dumber than a box of rocks. This one, however, was on a nude beach, wearing a bikini, and reading a book. She might not have been prepared for that kind of eroticism, but she did seem aroused by it.

Just as he was aroused by her. Yvan moved again, drawing attention to his cock, which was now fully erect and drooling to the point that droplets of glistening syrup were flowing down his side.

Just the thought of her eyes on him made his balls tighten, causing more fluid to gush from his slit. He wondered if she was as wet as he was and longed to get his hands on her find out. She bit her lip as she tore her eyes away from him, firmly riveting them on the novel she held her her hand--a novel with a shirtless hunk on the cover.

"Enjoying your book, Laura?" he asked.

"Um, yes," she replied nervously. "It's really good."

"Is it a romance?"

"Can't you tell?" she asked, flashing the cover at him. "Of course it's a romance. It's what every woman wants, you know. Too bad we never get it from men."

Yvan smiled. "I disagree. Romance is all around you. You don't need a book to find it."

"You're right about that," she agreed. "You don't need a book, you need a map!"

"And your map led you here?"

"No, a friend--a very well-meaning friend--sent me here. I wasn't really expecting this."

He didn't need her sweeping gesture to understand her reference. "I'm surprised. Most people come here just for this."

"Maybe, but you can't call it romance," she pointed out. "This is just sex on the beach."

"You don't approve?" Yvan felt his erection diminish ever so slightly.

"It isn't that I don't approve," she said. "It's just not quite what I had in mind."

"Should I leave you now?" he asked. "Or do you enjoy looking at me?"

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't," was her frank reply. "You're the kind of hunk every girl wants to find on the beach."

"And if I wasn't a hunk, as you put it, would you still be talking to me?"

She considered this for a moment. "I think so. Unless you were a real sleazeball, which you don't seem to be."

He laughed. "How can you tell?"

"Well, it's not like you're trying to hide anything," she said with a pointed look at his groin.