1. The Bookworm and The Surfer


    Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: NymphWriter, Rating: 43, Source: LushStories

    time to watch. I’d swear he was more ocean mammal than man, the way he was in the water. The bonus for me, he was more than just cute as can be, he was smoking hot. ~*~*~ The Bookworm came down to the beach with her friends, then was quickly abandoned. I’m not sure exactly why such a pretty girl would want to sit behind a book, but that’s what she was doing. She wasn’t wearing the usual bikini like most girls who come to the beach, but a nice one-piece with sexy cutouts on the sides. Kinda conservative for the Southern California beach scene though. I sat on my board, waiting for the right wave, and watched her. She didn’t look very tall, but she was curvy. Patience is a virtue in this sport. Finally, the set I was waiting for came. I called out to Paul, “Outside.” The second wave peaked and I dropped in but it closed out, sending me spiraling under like I was caught in a washing machine. Wiping out is part of the sport, kinda like with chicks, and I chuckled to myself. I gathered myself and paddled out for another. It was a good day for surfing except for the crowds. Occasionally I’d glance over and see the Bookworm. Sometimes I was sure she was peeking up at me, but I shrugged it off as wishful thinking. The waves were perfect for me as the sets picked up to be overhead, but too dangerous for the beginner surfers. Most wisely gave up, but Paul and I were in our element. I noticed the Bookworm’s friends had returned with some other wannabe surfers. These guys couldn’t ...
    surf to save their lives. I hated how these posers would buy a board and a wetsuit and act like they knew what they were doing, just to pick up the wahines. Paul and I continued to tear up the waves until the tide started coming in. I realized that we were the only ones out as the surf was cresting at over ten feet, but with the wind picking up, the waves lost shape. It was time to call it a day. A large group greeted us as we pulled our boards out of the surf and several wanted to talk to us about surfing. I tried to find the Bookworm, but she seemed to have left. A fellow surfer mentioned there was going to be a bonfire party and asked if I was going to go. I know the beach often hosts these to sell cheap burgers and beer to the tourists, but we often have our own more private party. It had been a while since I had hooked up with anyone, and the idea of getting back in the saddle sounded good, so to speak. ~*~*~ My friends returned with the surfers who'd swept them away talking about a bonfire and trying to convince my friends to go. I liked the idea of me not being forced to cook, so we all agreed it was a good idea. I glanced over at the one surfer I had been watching, I wondered if he might be there too. We made the trek back to the house to grab some food and beer for the bonfire. The beach was beautifully lit by the fire as the sun set into the ocean. As the night sky enveloped us, I decided to sit near the fire. I could hear some guys around me talking. “The waves were ...
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