I’ve been tagged by Dr. Tanya at Salted Caramel to tell the story about this image.
Dan and Diana first met one another at the breakfast bar at the resort hotel. They began to talk and discovered that each of them had just gotten out of a dysfunctional relationship and had traveled to this island paradise for a new beginning.
They talked for about two hours and discovered that they really had a lot in common. And best of all, they each found the other to be very attractive. At the end of their extended breakfast, Dan asked Diana if she had any specific plans for the day, and when she admitted that she did not, he suggested that they change into their bathing suits and head to the hotel’s beach.
“It will be way too crowded there,” Diana said. “I was here two years ago with my ex, and we found a beautiful beach not too far from here that was practically deserted. We should rent bikes and cycle there.”
“Sounds like a great idea,” Dan said. “Let’s meet at the bike rental desk in half an hour.” Before heading to his room, Dan stopped by at the concierge desk and ordered a picnic lunch basket and a bottle of wine.
Dan was thrilled with Diana, and his depression over his recently failed relationship was lifting. Diana, too, was excited about having met Dan. She had just escaped from an abusive situation and Dan seemed to have a sweet, gentle soul. What a welcome change he would be.
They rented two bikes and rode for about 20 minutes until Diana instructed Dan to follow her off the paved trail. She led him to a pristine beach with fine, white sand gently kissed by calm, aqua water. Other than two beach chaise lounges under a large, straw beach umbrella, the beach was empty. They left their bikes next to a small glade of coconut trees and carried their beach towels, along with the picnic lunch basket that Dan had had ordered, to the chaise lounges.
Once there, Diana gave Dan a sensual look and started to remove her bikini top. Dan stared at her, dumbfounded. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“There’s no one else around,” Diana said, “so I thought it would be fun to go skinny dipping in these gorgeous, calm waters.” By the time she had finished her sentence, she had pulled the string on her bikini bottoms, which fell down to the sand in front of her feet. “Your turn,” she said.
Dan just stood there immobilized, staring at the naked woman standing before him. Growing impatient, Diana walked over to him, still smiling, moistening her slightly parted lips with her tongue. She reached for the waistband of his swimming trunks, but he grabbed her hands and stopped her. “Have you ever heard the expression, ‘it’s not the size of the wand that counts, it’s the magic behind it?’” he asked.
“No. Why?” Diana asked, and then, in one swift move, she yanked his trunks down to his ankles. Her eyes got wide and a puzzled expression appeared on her face.
Diana said, “Oh my God, is that all there is?”
So I know I’m supposed to tag three other bloggers to write their own Tell The Story Challenge post to a picture I select. But instead while I’m going to select a picture, I’m not going to tag any particular bloggers. Instead I am going and ask anyone who is interested in running with it to write their own Tell The Story Challenge to this image by Jonathan Kemper at Unsplash.