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Alison's Day on 15-02-2020 21:40:59

Alison sat on the white sandy beach and looked out over the emerald clear waters of the Gulf. White puffy clouds were lazily drifting across the blue sky as a warm and humid breeze churned up the waves. The six foot blonde was lost in thought almost hypnotized by the sound of the surf.

Her tranquility was disturbed when a massive shadow was cast over her and she detected the strong aroma of toasted cocoanuts.

Alison slowly looked up to the source of the shadow. It was a fit muscular man, with short cut hair, barrel chest, a tapered shaped waist and wash board stomach that continued to v shaped definition of his groin.

If Michelangelo has carved a monument in black marble, this is the form it would have taken. His muscles glistened in the sun. It was stunning to see but all Alison could think was this was another tourist that went too heavy on the oil and must be the source for the cocoanuts.

His deep voice broke the silence and Alison’s eyes slowly wandered up, following the toned lines of his body.

Her blue eyes locked with his soft, rich brown eyes. She knew he had said something but was still in a haze and the glare from sun behind him seemed to darken his tone and make his appearance more surreal.

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