Now in his mid-20s a man sits at a picnic table looking out over the gulf. Like the rolling tide, his life has been a roller coaster of events. A smile forming his face, he acknowledges he wouldn’t change a thing. His wife of 19 years, and the way his family moved from state to state early in his teen years. He is proud of who he is and how life has turned out.
There is another side to this man, a shadowy side. Walter has a fascination with women in conflict. It all begins when he noticed his first sports review wrestling magazine. On the cover is a gorgeous blonde and an equally stunning brunette, not kissing and fondling, but they are tangled in erotic hand to hand warfare. A powerful awareness of his body stimulates him and he purchases the magazine.
He loves the beauty and eroticism of women’s bodies, the curves and the subtle breasts. Robert adores the way their locks of silky hair caress soft tender feminine faces. The art of Angel faces and eyes filled with destructive lust. The photography captures everything with true sensuality. He was hooked from that moment on.
Now still looking over the waves as they crash ashore, He begins to compare women he has known. His wife is a gorgeous brunette with hazel eyes and firm large breasts. She is five six and 120lbs. He body is filled with curves. She is very competitive and is not afraid to stand her ground. Walter has never seen his wife competing in a wrestling match or a catfight but does fantasize about the possibility. Once he was privileged to a fleeting moment of likelihood. She and a little blonde about her size almost had it out in their apartment. But better heads prevailed. Still; the thought of her pinning the blonde, their breasts pressed against the other, the intermingling of light blonde and dark brown beavers as they tussle almost brings him to an ecstatic explosion. Now he finds himself back in his hometown. Sitting on the very beach he once ran up and down as a boy. He remembers those late afternoons laying in the sand and swimming in the waves. Yes he is happy to be back.
Walter and his wife and decide to go to a local beach pub. He orders a jack and coke and she orders a sex on the beach with pineapple juice. The waitress smiles, there is something in her eyes he feels he’s seen before. Her deep eyes are watery and very mysterious, that’s it, he remembers, its Misty a woman from his past. She is of Mexican descent. She still looks lovely.
“Who is she?” Walter’s wife asks with a bit of leveled cattiness.
“Just someone I knew a few years ago when I traveled the country.” And yes she is pretty but no we never.” Walter comforts her.
In the corner of the room is an area of blue mats. Seems the entertainment is ladies wrestling.
Walter looks at his wife and smiles. Years ago he told her of his fetish. For years she seemed a bit offended but appreciated his honesty. Lately however she has begun expressing her sexual fixations as well. She is bi-curious. She adamantly proclaims it’s just a fantasy and would never actually participate.
Walter’s wife also knows about his fascination with blondes. Obviously Misty is no blonde. Still she does for a fleeting moment wonder what a threesome might be like with the attractive Mexican beauty. The moment is interrupted as an announcer comes across the PA system. “Ladies and gentleman welcome.”
Looking towards an open door the presenter of this evening’s entertainment announces: “Introducing the lovely Mexican vixen marauder; Misty.” The dark brown eyed Misty promenades around the small pub. Making sure she gives Walter a special little dance. Walter’s wife smiles and locates her left hand on his right thigh under the table.
“And now Misty’s opponent for this evening: Our very beach bunny: Kicking Kay.” Just then another lady from Walter’s past saunters through the door. She has long blonde hair and sky blue eyes.
Now Walter is both excited and cautious. This young lady has a little more history with him. This is his teenage sweetheart. Other than his wonderful wife, she is the only girl who he’d move mountains for. He looks at his wife, She smiles and says: “Happy Birthday baby.”
Just a begining stay tunned.
