THE WOMAN ON THE BEACH(MICHAEL CONWAY) THE WOMAN ON THE BEACH, by Mike Conway.


There I was lying on a near deserted beach on the Island of Fuerteventura, one of the Islands that make up the Canaries.

Resting my head on my backpack, with my base-ball cap pulled down over my forehead. The sun was high in a cloudless sky. Although still mid-morning, the temperature, I guess, was in the high seventies.

Apart from a guy playing with his kids in the sand along the beach, I was alone, just me, the beach, and the melodious tones of the sea.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a woman approaching from some distance away, her hair blowing gently in the slight breeze as she swished her head, strolling slowly along the edge of the sea, gently lapping waves, allowing the water to glide over her feet at each step. She had a beach bag in one hand, a towel draped over the other shoulder.

As she ambled towards me, dressed in a flimsy top that covered the top half of her body and ended half-way down her shapely thighs, she looked absolutely stunning; with all the correct curves in the right places I could not keep my eyes off her.

When she stopped some ten feet away from me, and laid her towel down in the sand, I could not believe my luck. My first reaction was this is a set up.

Smiling I looked around for Freddie, before I realized, hold on a minute, I am here on my own. My best friend Freddie, who was supposed to come away with me, dropped out. Tracy, his girlfriend for the last couple of years, wanted a holiday as a couple, I told Freddie she was right, don’t worry about me. So Freddie went with Tracy to Ibiza.

I pushed my base-ball cap back off my forehead to get a better view, and what a view, she was beautiful, her blonde hair resting on her slender shoulders, a slim waist and wonderful long legs.

As she removed her flimsy top to uncover her full rounded breasts held in by a skimpy bikini top, I could feel my heart pounding. She looked my way and smiled; I smiled back and asked how she was.

“I’m good; it's an absolutely wonderful day, don’t you think?”

I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, as I replied, “Yes, and it just got a whole lot better.”

I could feel someone gently nudging my arm and saying, “Sir, can you please fasten your seat belt; we will be landing in less than five minutes.”

Looking up with bleary-eyes to see the air hostess smiling down at me, “Sir your seat belt, can you please fasten for landing.”

My mouth opened, but nothing came out; I could not believe my eyes; it was her, the woman on the beach.

She had that knowing look on her face, as she smiled and said,

“I know sir, in a perfect world.”

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