I cannot take my eyes away from them. Or maybe I can and don’t want to. If you are me, likely you won’t, too, so blame me for nothing.
I am at the beach, sitting under a canopy while my wife lies beside me. We have been here going towards an hour. Harriet is engrossed in a mystery novel and doesn’t want to be bothered. I have taken dips into the water already while Harriet wants to finish a few pages before deciding to join me.
Here I am, cooling off when I catch sight of the interracial couple strolling along the beach.
The black man is shirtless except for a pair of Kangol shorts. His complexion is similar to brown coffee, while the woman is pale-skinned and blonde. The black man stops to rub what I perceive to be sunscreen on her tanned butt. Such an arousing sight it is. Whether the couple is aware of appreciative eyes observing their action, I have no idea. I’m happy to say that other people, too, are observing them..
I cannot help but bother myself with questions of intimacy: is he possibly her husband or a lover on the side?