Sex on the Beach

That wasn't what she expected.

Instead of sunbathing at the hotel pool and wearing her new hot bikini, she had to sit at the hotel bar. The weather outside was just miserable. Not a drop of the sun on the horizon. Now she should have known it would be like this a couple of weeks before the summer vacation season. Only fools would go for a vacation at that time of the year.

She sat at the bar, watching the bartender mix drinks so effortlessly. With each twist of the wrist, the bartender poured the alcoholic cocktail into glasses. Samantha cleared her throat, and the bartender looked at her.

"What would you like?" he asked. "Sex on the Beach", Samantha smiled while crossing her legs. She was wearing a short black skirt. A skirt, she hoped, would get on the bartender's nerves and make him switch his line of questioning.

"Are you serious?" the bartender asked, surprised at the strange request. "I was joking." "Three times Sex on the Beach", Samantha said while her eyes wandered over the bartender's fit physique. There was a reason why he was called 'Hotshot'. Every woman's dream comes true.

With a twist of the wrist, the bartender did pour the cocktail and served it to Samantha. "Cheers", said the bartender. "I'm Mike." "Good to meet you", Samantha replied while clinking glasses with Mike. Their eyes did meet while their glasses did touch. Something was going through Samantha's mind. "What's your plan for the evening", she asked the bartender.

"Hmmm, I don't have a plan yet, but..." Samantha quickly responded, "I would need some company. What's about Dinner?" Mike thought for a moment and answered. "Some slices of Pizza at a very nice place?" "Sounds good", Samantha said while getting up from the barstool. "I go back to my room for a shower. At seven in the Hotel Lobby, ok?"

The bartender watched Samantha walk back to the hotel room, not sure if he was imagining things or not. The feeling of something hot and exciting in the air. When a woman walks that way, it always gives off a sensation of something hot and explosive—mixed with a sexual aura.

They met ten minutes later than seven. Samantha was a bit too late. She just made sure to look perfect for the evening. Nothing too scented, not too sexy, just right. She was wearing a simple red and white short dress that came showed off her killer curves. With her hair down, she looked to be a different woman. One you would not forget in a hurry.

"Where are we going", she asked the bartender, "Hmmm, to the town? Explore the local nightlife? Maybe enjoy local pleasures? Not sure yet". The bartender said. "We can just walk straight through the town. "Sounds like a solid plan, Mike."

They talked as they walked. The conversation focused on Samantha's studies back in the city. She was an intern at a big finance company and was doing many research and tests about the financial market. She was studying business at college and was slowly getting promoted.

"Tell me more about the history of the Town, Mike. " Samantha said as they both kept walking. "There's not much history. The streets are tranquil, and the local people are amicable. But you know, it's not a big tourist spot ".

They walked through the town. Usually, people spend the night in Clubs, but the bartender had other plans. He did not like crowds or the fact that the best places were typically overcrowded, with drunk people who have just been drinking the whole day. Some of the worst nights he had been to were right here in the town.

He wanted to bring Samantha to a romantic place. A place where lovers can hang out and have a drink or two. A place where people can talk and get to know each other—a place where romance is still the number one priority. "Maybe, this is a good idea", Samantha thought. I have been looking for this kind of place for the last few days.

They entered the most friendly bar in town. It was a dark and romantic place. "Merlot?" Mike asked. "Yes, please," Samantha confirmed.

It was a classy place with a lot of wine bottles and cut glass in the windows. The waiter was wearing a black jacket. "The Red Wine", he started. "The Merlot 2013 is the house wine from this beautiful little bar. This year's harvest is the best in years. Enjoy your Merlot", the waiter replied.

Mike and Samantha just sat at the bar and started sipping their Wine. They talked, they laughed, they argued. Both seemed to enjoy their time together.

"Nice place".

"Yes, it is," Mike replied, "And it is also the place that I worked as a bartender. It's a nice bar. Most of the best nights happened here. I learned a lot about women and love here. Hopefully, I learned these lessons right. But tonight it's just you and me."

"Oh, I'm honored," said Samantha and laughed. She looked in his green-brown eyes and understood one thing. She was just another toy for him. But I'm ok with that.

Samantha's mind wandered. She tried to understand Mike. "Someone who always gets what he wants... A guy who does not take a No as an answer. A guy who knows what a woman wants. And the experiences he had. What did he gain from them, what lessons did he learn."

"Always give a woman the feeling to be in control", Mike said. "That she has the control of what happens next". Samantha listened interestedly. "That is a perfect lesson, but how do you do that? I mean, how do you make a woman feel like she's in charge? That she has the control?"

Mike smiled, took a sip of Merlot, and placed the wineglass on the table. "Let me ask you something", he said: "When you first dated a Guy. What was the feeling he gave you?" "I don't understand the question," Samantha replied. "What kind of feeling did you get?" "I felt butterflies in my stomach."

"And you knew that you were attracted to this person", Mike said, "We all experience feelings like this. In the beginning. We feel it as soon as we meet someone. It's the first time. The first time we experience a chance to fall in love. It makes us feel alive. It's like we want to fly; it's like we want to keep going. You understand what I mean?" "Yes", Samantha replied.

"But the woman needs to be always in control, even at the beginning," Mike continued.

"What other stuff you think women want in a guy?" Mike asked. "Hmm, I don't know. I think honesty and a good sense of "humor, Samantha said. "I think most of it is in the head," Mike replied, "Do you know what I mean?" "No, not really."

"I can tell you a little secret", Mike said while leaning a bit forward on the table. Samantha looked towards him while her eyes did roam over a hint of his pectoral muscles. "I don't think you know what you want." "Excuse me", Samantha replied, shocked. "No offense", Mike said, "I'm just stating a fact. "

Mike laughed. He smiled, and Samantha seemed to be a fascinating woman. And tonight, she needs entertainment. "Which fact you mean, Mike?" she replied. "Oh, it's all in your head. Women need to know what they want. Which part of their body they want to be touched first, what position they want. It's what makes them feel so darn good."

Samantha thought for a moment. Maybe, Mike was right. Women did not know what they want. "I understand what you mean now, Mike. We, women, do have a difficult time choosing. We want the body and the mind at the same time. When we know what we want, it's straightforward to get it."

"That's true", Mike replied, "I've been on dates with women who knew what they wanted. They wanted me. Only me. And they knew how to get me."

"How can I get you?" Samantha asked openly. "You don't have to do anything special", Mike replied, "Be natural about it. I need to know that you want me to. Other than that, you can leave me alone."

Samantha smiled, and a flirtatious smile appeared on her lips. "Ok, I'll be natural". And locked eyes with the bartender. "That was a wise choice", Mike said, crossing his legs and taking another sip of Merlot.

"Another Merlot, or what's about a romantic dinner," he continued. "Sure. I think that would be lovely." "Ok, let's go."

They had dinner and some drinks at a restaurant just across the street. They talked a lot about their past. Mike was an exciting person as he traveled the world. He was able to learn languages and about other cultures. He was charming and eloquent. Samantha began really to like him. "Let's go for a walk", she said. "Maybe, we can see some stars?"

They walked hand in hand through the town. The couple visited Town Square, with its beautiful fountain and a large church. And, of course, the beach. "You know", said Mike to Samantha, "There is a much better beach just a few miles away. It's a lovely place. It's not crowded, and it's not as busy and big. The water is crystal clear, and the beach is all for you."

"Sounds interesting, but I don't have my Bikini with me..." Samantha said. Mike smiled and took Samantha's hand even more tightly.

"No Problem, you don't need it," he replied.

Samantha smiled and joked: "You sneaky, dirty Bastard!" But they started both to laugh.

They rent a bike and started towards their destination. Mike and Samantha were alone.

Samantha was admiring such a fantastic nature. She looked around her and saw that the moon was almost full and was shining bright. The night was silent. The cold sea breeze caressed her skin while things moved back and forth in the distance.

Mike and Samantha were holding hands while they could feeling the love. There was a good time between them, something solid and sound.

"Maybe we should try something new," said Samantha. She removed her cork-heeled shoes and began walking barefoot.

Mike looked at Samantha's eyes. They were dancing under the moonlight. "Is that better?" she asked. "Yes, it's more romantic."

Samantha stripped her clothes. "Let's swim!" she said excitedly. Mike took off his clothes too. He raced to the sea. Together they jumped into the water.

The waves were blowing in their faces, and the water was cold. But they did not mind. They swam and played in the water.

"You're a great swimmer," he said. "You are too" Samantha replied while kissing him on his lips.

Mike took her hand and brought her to the shore. He placed his lips on hers and looked into Samantha's eyes. There was something in his eyes that Samantha had not seen before.

Something hopeful, something exciting. Mike smiled that she would not forget for a while.