Page 26 of Waiting for a Prince
This is heaven.
What he liked most? Neither of them spoke, and that was just fine. Sam didn’t want to fill the air with inane conversation. He’d rather listen to the birds and the waves.
They’d strolled for maybe twenty minutes when Mark came to a stop. “This is the boundary. From here on it’s the naturist beach.” He pointed toward the base of the white chalk cliffs. “There’s a ledge where we’d be out of the tide’s reach. Remember I was there the day we met here? It’s mostly pebbles, but we’d be sheltered from the wind. And we can see if someone is coming our way.” He grinned. “In case you want to cover up fast.”
That did it. Sam was going to bare all. Besides, it was only the two of them on that part of the beach.
“Let’s do it.” He climbed over the large pebbles, looking for a fairly flat bit. Mark unfolded his towel and spread it, weighting down the corners with a few rocks. Mark copied him, laying his towel next to Mark’s, overlapping it a little.
Moment of truth.
Sam removed his tee and shorts, until all he had left were his briefs. It helped that Mark paid him no attention, but stripped off as though he’d been doing it his whole life.
He probably has.
And if Mark could do it, so could he.
Sam hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs, pushed them down to his ankles, then removed them and placed them under his folded clothes.
Part of his anatomy reacted instantly, much to his chagrin, and he glanced at Mark to see if he’d noticed.
It was all he could do not to laugh out loud.
Mark’s dick was apparently taking a good look around, judging by the way it jutted out from his body, stiff as a post.
Mark caught him looking and grinned. “Happens every time,” he said with a chuckle. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a bottle of sunscreen. “You did bring some, didn’t you?”
Sam grabbed his own bottle and held it up.
Mark ignored him as he sprayed himself, then proceeded to rub it all in. “Gotta make sure I don’t miss any bits. Especially one particular bit.” He grimaced. “Trust me, you don’t want to let it get burned. Been there, done that—won’t ever let it happen again.” He slid his hand over his rigid dick.
Sam took the hint and wiped slick fingers over his shaft. Once he was sure he’d covered all the parts he could reach, he lay on the towel, its surface already warmed by the sun. Sam laid his head on his pile of clothing and closed his eyes.
Okay, this is bliss.
“I told you.” Mark sounded smug. “Doesn’t it feel amazing?”
He had to agree.
Sam turned off his mind and relaxed, letting the sounds around him drown out the clamour in his head.
I needed this.
Sam rolled onto his side and gazed at Mark, who lay on his front, his head resting on his arms. Mark’s back was tanned, his buttocks a paler strip between torso and thighs.
Not that much paler, though. His arse cheeks were covered with a fine down, and Sam would bet anything it was satin to the touch.
Then Mark raised his head, and Sam averted his gaze.
“Hate to say this, but we’d better get going. The tide’s coming in.”
Sam glanced at the shoreline. Sure enough, the waves had almost reached the ledge.
“Will we make it back to the carpark before it comes in completely?”
Mark chuckled. “We might be wading the last few feet. Once I got caught by the tide, and my backpack was almost washed away. That was the end of my Kindle.”
Sam gave a rueful smile. “Now I understand what you meant about not wanting to put clothes on.” He dressed himself, while Mark did the same, and once they’d rolled up the towels, they headed back up the beach. All along the shore, families and couples were hastily packing up as the waves lapped ever closer.
