Swimming Trunks

I caught sight of him as he made his way back to the yacht after a swim in the sea. He was gifted with a broad frame and well-toned abs*. My eyes traced downwards, following the droplets of water that were trickling down from his body. The instant I realised that he was wearing a tight silver v-shape swimming trunks, my eyes lit up. That transparent material spoke volumes that were too loud to be ignored.

“Who’s this guy?” I pondered to myself, while at the same time, tried to maintain small talks with my friends. It was impossible - my eyes had long made their own decisions to lock their targets on his crotch area. Subtle, lady, subtle. I advised myself for the umpteenth time but failed miserably, once again, within that same moment.

The shape and size of his dick was apparent and he wasn’t a bit shy (not that he needed to). If that was an unerected dick, then I wondered, how big can he get? Was he really well-endowed or was that just a flattering color for him to wear? He exuberated confidence, simply by strutting around the boat in that almost naked attire. It was refreshing**, to the extent of… captivating. I was hooked. My eyes lingered, way longer than I probably should.

A few minutes later, I headed up to the upper deck with my friends, some of whom were keen to have a good tan. Heaving a sigh of relief, I made my exit before any obvious flirting was exchanged. It wasn’t the right setting to, or maybe, I was just saving myself from embarrassment. There was no way I was able to conduct a social conversation under that circumstance. I would, for absolute certainty, be speaking to the wrong head and making the wrong eye-contacts.

I occupied myself for the next half hour with card games, jokes and pretty views of the scenery around me. It didn’t take long, before I saw him making his way to the upper deck, lying just a few steps away from me. Was this deliberate? My heart fluttered, like a 7-year old kid getting her treat for the day.

It was as if I was back playing the dating game – that moment of seduction and the play of power. If that was the case, I knew, for sure, this time round I was losing… Honestly, how can you retain your composure when you have a large dick staring at you?

I couldn’t.

*Frankly, as I write this post, I cannot even remember the face of the guy I met just yesterday. I realised my mind had only captured the visual of his crotch area. I didn’t even get his name.

**As women get more revealing in their micro-bikinis, interestingly, many guys choose to hide behind their knee-length beach shorts instead. I have got no idea why. I think it’s a complete waste of resources (if they have any).