At The Beach

Warm water lapped around her knees, swelling and falling with the rise of the tied. It was a pleasant sensation, seeping into her body.  Casually she looked about, where was he?

She had been waiting for him to arrive, perhaps he was running late?

Her employer would be disappointed to know how she had chosen to spend her time, but it was hers to use as she saw fit. And so Sirse decided to wait. The swimsuit she had chosen fit her slender frame well, not to audacious, yet it did carry subtly with the style of the season. Smiling, she ran a hand down her body.

He would come eventually.

And she would wait.