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It was an awesome day and would be perfect for the beach. Driving south in my red convertible to a more secluded section of coastline, I had the top down and the radio turned up cranking out dance tunes. I adjusted my sunglasses and ran my fingers through my short blond hair, which was constantly getting whipped about by the wind. The sun was already quite high in the sky, and was warm without being too hot. A few random wisps of white cloud broke up the monotony of the blue, but there was no chance of the sun being blotted out anytime soon.

I slowed down and pulled into a grassed area beside the beach and parked under the shade of a large tree. Several other cars were parked there as well, which I had expected. While it was a secluded stretch of coast, it wasn't totally devoid of people. With my towel slung over my shoulder, I headed barefoot through some dunes and down onto the sand.

The water looked amazing. It was clear, blue-green and sparkled in the sunlight. Small waves regularly rolled into shore and the sound of the surf was soothing. Glancing about as I walked down to the water's edge, I saw a man and a woman sprawled out on beach towels to the left. And off to the right, further up toward the dunes, I spied two young women sitting there watching me through dark sunglasses. They were both dressed in bikinis and one wore a cotton hat with a bright floral print. Long blonde hair protruded from below the brim of the hat, while the other woman's hair was a milk chocolate color.

I dumped my towel, car keys and sunglasses down on the hard sand about ten feet above the water line. The tide was on its way out, so my gear should be safe from getting wet. Stripping out of my singlet top, I was left only in white board shorts and headed into the surf.

The temperature of the water was divine. I waded in up to my waist before a wave rolled in and splashed hard against my chest. Diving under the next one, I broke the surface out the other side and shook water from my hair. There I turned around and glanced back at the beach. The couple were now wrapped up in each other's arms and appeared to be kissing. The two young women hadn't moved from their spot just below the dunes. The one with brown hair was now lying flat on her back and enjoying the sun on her skin, but the blonde with the hat on appeared to be looking my way.

A wave crashed into my back then and knocked me forward. I stumbled before regaining my balance in the soft sand and turned back to face the oncoming surf. A larger swell loomed up before me and it looked catchable, so I turned and swam for it, feeling its momentum pick me up and propel me towards shore. Angling down the face of it with my right arm stretched out in front of me, I managed to follow it for a good twenty metres before the wave crumbled and I fell off the back of it into calm water.

Twenty minutes or so later, breathing hard from catching a series of waves close together, I waded out of the water and back onto dry land. As I toweled myself dry I noticed that the blonde still appeared to be checking me out. Or looking my way, at least. She turned her head and said something to her friend. The other girl raised her head off the towel and looked towards me as well. They both smiled and I found myself smiling back.