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  "Can I get you anything?" she asked, taking the mess off the counter.

  'I hesitated. Do I ask for a drink or not? Do I ask her out? No, no that’s too soon. If I do that, I’ll just scare her away. ''A smile. Give me one and I guarantee you’ll get the biggest tip tonight.'' Really, Levi? That’s all you got? '

  'You don’t want a drink? How about some water??'' She blushed. My words had surprised her, but she kept on rolling with her job. She was good at controlling her emotions but I knew there was something there.

  ''No, just a smile. You're the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and I’d be satisfied with a smile..'' I ran my hand through my hair getting nervous about what her reaction would be to this.

  She didn’t say anything back but she gave me a smile. Not just a tiny one, a freaking loving smile. Fuck, that girl was beautiful. Her name tag said Phoenix, and I was thankful that I had the time to look before leaving. I didn’t want to stay longer. My goal was to leave her questioning herself. Walking away now seemed like the best idea.

  ''Thank you, Princess. You just made my night.'' I said over my shoulder. Her eyes burned holes into my shirt and my heart threatened to escape from my ribcage. The sound of her voice resonated into my mind and the sight of her beautiful lips haunted my mind.

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  Broken Tide

  Fossbrook and Cole

  Chapter 1

  Master

  I sat watching her walk leisurely over to a clear space on the beach, or rather watching her ass, thinking how great it will be when she slips out of the short denim micro skirt currently covering no more than was absolutely necessary of what was one hot, sexy body.

  She was about 5 feet 4, slender and firm with shoulder length dark hair. Her hair looked like it was naturally black and streaked with a lighter brown but, although the spot she had selected was no more than ten metres away from my own space, it was hard to be sure on the exact colouring. She was obviously part Asian, an element that crowned her hot, exotic look.

  Shit, today was supposed to be a day of rest for me, down here on the beach on my own, but now I had a subject to gaze upon and moreover I needed to think hard about how I could get to meet her. I watched as her towel fell to the sand along with her bag. The expectation of what would come next was already causing my cock to strain against the fabric of my shorts.

  Then she did it. My eyes were transfixed as she worked the button fastenings free, gave a seductive little wiggle and shrugged the skirt away from her skin. My vision had not been wrong. There facing me was the tightest, pert, little ass I had ever seen. It was covered in a miniscule way by a bright red thong bikini bottom.

  "Steve," I said to myself, "you have struck gold here."

  I lay down on my side facing her and propped my head up on my elbow. Unwittingly she continued her striptease by gripping the sides of her sweatshirt and pulled it up and over her head. I was momentarily breathless. Her upper half matched her bottom half in terms of my fantasies. Perfectly proportioned breasts covered by the red strings and material of a matching skimpy bikini top.

  I didn’t seem to be the only one who noticed her intoxicating strip tease, but as she looked around the beach letting the sea breeze blow her hair exquisitely over her face, she seemed oblivious to the attention she’d drawn.

  Her body was spectacular, her face was beautiful, and her demeanor was perfect. She was everything I’d been looking for. There was one last piece that would make her perfection. Would she be willing to submit to the dominating whims of another?

  It was time for her to settle into a tanning position and so I continued to watch as she sat down on the sand. Briefly she removed her sunglasses and it was then that our eyes met. It was then that I knew. It was then that my straining erection grew even more solid.

  I smiled and she smiled back with a glint in her eyes. Beautiful! Then she turned away and stretched her body out face up to let the sun do its job.

  I ogled the length of her legs as I could now see them all the way from the slim ankles up to the toned calves. She lay in a manner which left her thighs parted slightly and I began to imagine myself positioned between them. Fuck, I needed to release my ever burgeoning cock ... this girl was making me ache.

  I let out a small sigh as I realised how horny this had made me. Maybe I sighed too hard, because as the noise I made subsided her legs shifted slightly. I turned away in case she looked around. I didn't want to be caught transfixed by the sleek toned curves of her smooth legs and thighs.

  I decided to take in some sun for a while also and so I stripped off my T shirt and, letting my sun glasses take the glare, lay down on my back. It had been a hard week and so I must have drifted off into a light sleep because my subconscious was awoken by a shadow.

  I opened my eyes with a start and stared up at the sight before me. The girl of my dreams was staring straight down at me. She had removed her glasses and I found myself looking back into a pair of stunning dark brown eyes.

  As soon as I met her gaze she averted her eyes slightly and I smiled knowing this was the moment, the moment where I made a meaningful connection. The intensity of her, now averted, eyes combined with her apparent embarrassment when I looked directly back at her told me that she would submit to me, it was just a case of working out how, when and where.

  It was probably too obvious but being faced with such a wealth of naked flesh my eyes traced the curves of her legs to the edge of her bikini, and round the sides to her small tight ass. The skimpy nature of her attire revealed her flat stomach and studded belly button and went on to highlight the shape of her firm pert breasts perfectly. Now I really was hard and, although she hadn't demonstrated her awareness of the fact, it must have been only too obvious.

  It was then I realised that we had been looking at one another for an unusual period of time without speaking. I opened my mouth to break the silence, but the girl before me spoke first.

  Maya

  It was unusually warm for an early November day, and after a long week of reading, writing, and studying, I decided to treat myself to an hour or so at the beach. Since the summer rays would soon be replaced with winter gloom, I wore the smallest bikini I owned, a red thong and string top, with little triangles to cover my breasts. If only my mom could see this, she would go nuts.

  I was raised in a very conservative Asian home, both my parents born in Taiwan. We lived in Southern California where almost everything was socially acceptable, yet I wasn’t allowed to date until my senior year, and even then only the prom and winter formal, and only with an Asian boy. No ear piercing, no sexy clothes, no nothing that would shame their conservative values.

  The moment I arrived at California, things changed. I knew it would not please my parents, but within days of settling into the dorms, and with the support of my new friends, I spent a bundle of my hard earned money on new clothes, hoops and dangles for my newly pierced ears, and a visit to the hairstylist to accent my otherwise black and boring hair.

  I drove to the beach, my bikini covered with a sweat shirt and short skirt. There were not many on the sand, so finding a place to park was easy, and in short order I was feeling the warm sand between my toes. It felt so good. I looked left and right of the unoccupied lifeguard tower, and decided to head toward the left, where a single guy was stretched out on the sand.

  I would enjoy taking off the skirt and top and showing off my slim figure and he would be my audience of one.

  He was sitting on his towel, gazing westward into the surf, but he had noticed me, I was sure, so time for the show. Slowly I dropped the skirt, wiggled a little for effect, and then thought to myself, what a joke! Here I was, 21, third year at Cal, still a virgin, and shaking my ass like I was looking for action.

  He wasn't shy and was clearly enjoying my little strip tease, reclining with his head propped up to get a good view. Why
not give it to him? I pulled the sweatshirt slowly and enticingly over my head, shook my hair in the cool breeze and gave him a slight smile, which he returned. He looked a little older than me, his skin pale, as if he didn’t have much time to spend in the sun. His hair was perhaps shorter than I like, but what the hell, why not live dangerously.

  I spread out my towel, bending over with my ass pointed in his direction, and lay down on my back to get some rays as thoughts of him ran through my head.

  He wasn’t Asian, and that thought, the thought of defying my parents was what had me rising from my towel and walking over to him. I’d never approached a boy before. As I stood before him I realized he was no boy, he was a man, a full grown man, erection and all. Everything I’d planned to say, the sexy voice I’d intended on using, the witty words, all flew from my head as he looked up at me.

  I had to say something. “Hello,” I finally managed in a small voice.

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  "Hello," she said, her voice higher than I’d expected, but cock stirring, nonetheless. She smiled down at me and I smiled back. Removing my sunglasses I found that she was still unable to look me in the eye which made it even more likely that she was staring at my still growing erection.

  "I hope you don't mind me bothering you..." Her voice trailed off for a moment. Mind? I was delighted to make her acquaintance. "... only I need to visit the restroom and don't really want to take all my things with me. Would you keep your eye on them for me please?"

  "Certainly I will," I replied almost too enthusiastically.

  "Thank you," she responded, her smile widening and what a beautiful smile it was.

  As she walked away from me toward the restroom, I watched her ass move in a most seductive manner and imagined her kneeling before me with her legs spread and her breasts thrust forward. So relentless was my cock as it pushed upwards that I decided to turn onto my stomach to avoid too much obvious embarrassment when she returned.

  Keeping my eye on her things was no problem as the beach was not particularly busy and so my focus remained on her path back towards me. I did not want to miss a minute of her wiggling lasciviously across the sand. It seemed like an eternity but eventually she came out of the white painted building and started her walk back. It was a fine show and the skimpy garments did little to hide her obvious assets.

  As I had hoped she headed for me and I found myself wondering whether this piece of desirable ass was still virgin or not.

  I imagined it both ways. First, her an innocent flower, ready for the picking. I’d teach her how to please me sexually, molding her to be the perfect lover. The other way I imagined her, experienced, she’d be a fun quick romp in the sand, so to speak. Either way would be fun, but if I was honest with myself, I prefered the first scenario.

  "Thank you," she said arriving back at my towel and drawing me from my fantasies, "I appreciate it as I was getting a little desperate if you know what I mean."

  "No problem," I replied, sitting up relieved that my hard on was subsiding a little. "My name is Steve," I held out my hand.

  "Oh, hi Steve, my name is Mayumi, or Maya for short," and to my delight she knelt down by my side in order to shake my hand.

  "What are you doing down here, today?" she enquired, adding "on your own," as an afterthought. She was clearly intent on extending the conversation and so I was only too happy to oblige.

  Making sure I did not stare too brazenly at her chest I replied, "Just looking for some sun and a bit of peace of quiet."

  "Which I guess you were getting until I came along and disturbed you," she quipped.

  "Being disturbed by you is nothing but a pleasure, I can assure you."

  Upon hearing this Maya looked away a little embarrassed, but pleased, I thought, none the less.

  "What about you Maya, what are doing here, also ... on your own." I added the “on your own,” not only to match her statement, but to make it evident that I’d noticed she wasn’t with anyone. It was also a way of finding out her availability status.

  "Oh, er, likewise just looking for the final rays of the sun before the colder weather kicks in."

  We’d been so wrapped up in our conversation that neither of us noticed the clouds moving in to cover the sun nor the breeze start to pick up. It came as a surprise to me, and clearly to her as well when I felt a few drops of rain. At first believing that it would undoubtedly be nothing more than a few drops, I turned my gaze skyward and realized that it would be much more. A downpour was starting!

  "Shit!" cried Maya, "We'll get soaked."

  "Come on!" I shouted, quickly jumping up and gathering my towel, "Get your things and follow me."

  Without question, she ran delightfully back to her spot and quickly picked up her clothes, bag and towel and followed me into the dunes.

  "Where are we going?" she enquired, "I have my car just a short distance away".

  "Over here." Ignoring her statement about the car, I pointed to a small stone building well away from the main beach, "it's the old lifeboat house; no-one uses it now so we can wait there until the rain stops."

  If anything it was raining even harder. I could not believe my luck!

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  “Chase, I hate to tell you this, man, but you’re screwed.” Those were the words with which Jordan Miller greeted his best friend and client when he walked into the Greene County courtroom that fateful April morning.

  Chase raised one dark eyebrow at his attorney. No further questioning was necessary. “You got the ball buster.”

  Chase closed his eyes in disgust. The one judge he’d most hoped to avoid, the Honorable Brenda McMillan was a radical feminist who seemed to live for putting men in their place. No matter the facts in the case, she always managed to find the man in the wrong and rake him over the coals. This was not likely to be an exception.

  The two men took their seats at the front of the courtroom. Surely for something as simple as an uncontested divorce, the ball buster would not feel the need to live up to her reputation. Right?

  Three hours later, Chase knew how wrong he’d been. The proceedings had given a new definition to the word screwed. “I can’t believe she awarded Candace the whole house, both cars AND half of my retirement,” he groused as he and Jordan stalked across the parking lot. Instead of getting into his – her car – he meandered to the playground beyond. “What the hell is that about? Candace cheated on me!"

  “Be glad she didn’t make you pay child support too,” Jordan replied, still looking a little shell-shocked.

  “I’d have fought that! There’s no way I’m paying support on someone else’s kid.” Chase sank into a park bench under the shade of a fragrant pine. A chilly wind blew through the perfumed branches, but the sweet scent brought no comfort. He tried to shore up his anger. Better anger than grief. But it was no use, despair was chewing on his guts. After ten years of marriage, the last thing he had expected was to find himself single, homeless and broke.

  “You know something, Jordan?” he said, his voice flat and dark.

  “What?”

  “Life sucks.”

  His friend nodded sympathetically. “You’ve had a hard couple of weeks, Chase. Why don’t you come over tonight? Jenn’s making one of her gourmet dinners and, well, she said I should invite you.

  Chase smiled without humor. “Tell Jenn I said thank you. But no. If I have to watch you two being happy together, and her pregnant too, I think I might just be sick. I need to be alone, Jordan.”

  “I hear ya,” his friend said, smoothing down an errant blond curl which was bouncing in the wind. He stood. Then, without warning, Jordan laid a hand on Chase’s shoulder. “Promise me you won’t do anything stupid,” he said in a low, intense voice.

  “I’m not going to let that bitch win,” Chase replied.

  Jordan looked at him a moment, nodded, and then walk
ed away. Chase gulped. Anger wavered, died. Looking to Heaven, he said aloud, “What the hell am I going to do now?”

  Chapter One

  Eighteen months later

  There she is. She IS working today. Chase made his slow way through the bookstore, the patterned carpet muffling the sound of his brown boots as he made a beeline straight toward his target. From the back she didn't look like much; petite, slender and fragile, her wavy brown hair hanging loose nearly to her waist.

  “Excuse me,” he said.

  She turned. “Yes? Oh, it's you again. What do you want?” Despite her less than welcoming reply, the girl whose name tag read Baylee never failed to make Chase's heart pound and heat rush to his groin. Striving for objectivity, he assessed exactly what about her features seemed so appealing. Was it her tiny stature and waif-like appearance? Was it her full pink lips and dainty, slightly pointy nose? Was it the pale, faintly blushing pink of her skin? All possible. But what really captured him was her eyes; huge brown pools which seemed to hold a depth unthinkable in one so young. And she was young. Pushing the limit of too young for him, but in life experience must be nearly his contemporary, if her spirit rang true.