The Casual Observer

The Palm tree's fluttered their leaves like a crane basking in the mid afternoon sun. The sparkle of the clear blue water was hypnotising me as I sat in the sand.

I was panting, sweat covered my body. I was looking good in a bikini again, not through hard work though, no pain no gain my personal trainer would say. I prefer it to be pleasurable pain though, this was not.

Left alone on the beach, I had been working out on the foreshore. It seemed such a great day too. My needs were very simple from this point, a cool shower, which would mean walking the 200m to the front steps of my little bungalow, I was exhausted.

The beach shower behind me was looking good. I rose to my feet; I gingerly walked over to the shower. I dropped the towel I had on my shoulder, stripped off my sand covered pants and sweat gear.

The water felt nice, I closed my eyes unfazed by my surroundings, I was enjoying the cool water tricking over my skin. I started to massage the water through my hair.

My life had started to gain some degree of routine for me here in the tropics. It had come down to Working out twice a day, (including time practicing on poles), fruit for brunch, protein for dinner. I would put in the hours i was rostered for. I longed for the taste of creamy chocolate on my tongue, a notable omission on my diet.

The work had clearly paid off for more as I enjoyed the moment in the solitude of the shower stream. I was oblivious to my surroundings, my senses had switched off.

My mind was running off on a tangent of all things naughty and nice. Why does everything that taste good have to be so bad for you?

This ended in me drawing parallels of my love interest to some of my favourite sweet, its not I have enough to warrant a candy shop. Different flavours for different moods are how some people work I guess, or that’s how it seems at times, not me though. Once i may have been, although i had a great body it wasn't 18 years old any more. I enjoyed the tenderness of people.

I want to be more than an exotic taste for someone. So I open my eyes slightly and think of where in the world I would want to be right now if I could be.

It would not be standing naked under this beach shower for one, without a second thought I picture myself laying on her breast listening to her heart beat.

That’s the music that I long for, the comfort and warm hearted soul that melts me. Who is this person to the casual observer I say softly to myself.

Suddenly I feel a hand touch my back, I spin and turn suddenly, and “CJ" I say out loud.

I attempt cover myself quickly and stand back. A toned Jamaican man stands before me. I sigh to myself.

He was standing half naked with his thumbs in his board shorts indicating his desire to join me. My normally flirtatious self was non existent at this point.

I stand back place my hand on the tap; I relax, grin and motion for him to join. He lowers his shorts to expose himself. Clearly he had intentions, what to do in an instant like this. what symbolism I thought to myself, a weak moment and a I look at temptation in the face, it was a hot one too.

I looked at him and said "I Miss my CJ, Mr casual observer its that simple". Before he could front a bemused look and reply with a question I turned the cold water on full and walked away with my towel towards my bungalow to the cries of "Bitch".