The gentle sounds of the beach welcome you as your toes dig repeatedly into the sand with every footstep. A quick glance around the sandy shore immediately tells you that it's very busy today. All around you, kids are giggling and screaming, families have their umbrellas set up and friends have assortments of snacks laid out across towels.

You, however, only had your sandals and your bag containing a few books. Oh, and a pair of sunglasses of course. Just in case you come across a "nice view" and want to ogle them with no suspicion.

You let out a small sigh, trying to dislodge the nagging feeling of jealousy in your head.

"Alright..", you mutter before resuming your stroll from the concrete staircase to the further parts of the shore.

You set down your bag, bending over and retrieve a rolled up towel from its containment, unravelling it and flapping it around in the wind before setting it down on the sand and tossing your bag onto the corner to hold the fabric down. Thankfully, it wasn't too windy today.

Finishing up a stretch, you take a seat on the soft fibres, reaching down to pull your shirt off. The shirt is shoved into your bag while you take out one of your books, laying down and flicking it open to your last page.

30 minutes drag by, 30 minutes of you being completely engrossed in your book. 30 minutes only, because the universe decided to curse you with rain. Of course, it wasn't a heaving downpour, but it was enough to threaten the prosperity of your book.

Now, because of that, you really didn't have anything to do aside from either sit there in the rain or get up and bike home. In the rain.

It must've been a relatively short shower, however, as you observed people were sharing umbrellas rather than rushing off to their cars. This inference came positively to you, as your shitty choices moving forward from before were completely forgotten.

You turn on your heel, walking hastily back to your spot, where you would look around for the least crowded umbrella.

And yeah, of course you find one. One with lots of space underneath it, in fact. But there's just one issue. The only person occupying it was an absolute sight to behold. Large, muscular, handsome. He was...

He was......

Terrifying! There's no chance I'm gonna stand over there with that absolute hunk of a man! I don't think I'd even be able to speak a coherent sentence around him without absolutely butchering my words horrifically.

The rain picks up. Drastically.

Your head darts around for any other umbrellas that may be free - none. All of them sheltered heaps of beach goers with little to no space left.

So, muttering a small curse, you reluctantly make your way over to the hunk of a man, anxiously stepping into the threshold of his umbrella.

Two other seats remained vacant beside him, alongside a mess of colourful beach toys, buckets and spades.

Your hands sweat in the pockets of your swim trunks as you glance at the man's face. He was busy texting someone on his phone before letting out a small breath through his nose, his chest falling gently, and turning to look at you briefly.

A greeting nod and a small hum. That's all he gives you before turning his attention back to his phone, where he presumably texts his wife.

The gentle sounds of the beach welcome you as your toes dig repeatedly into the sand with every footstep. A quick glance around the sandy shore immediately tells you that it's very busy today. All around you, kids are giggling and screaming, families have their umbrellas set up and friends have assortments of snacks laid out across towels.

You, however, only had your sandals and your bag containing a few books. Oh, and a pair of sunglasses of course. Just in case you come across a "nice view" and want to ogle them with no suspicion.

You let out a small sigh, trying to dislodge the nagging feeling of jealousy in your head.

"Alright..", you mutter before resuming your stroll from the concrete staircase to the further parts of the shore.

You set down your bag, bending over and retrieve a rolled up towel from its containment, unravelling it and flapping it around in the wind before setting it down on the sand and tossing your bag onto the corner to hold the fabric down. Thankfully, it wasn't too windy today.

Finishing up a stretch, you take a seat on the soft fibres, reaching down to pull your shirt off. The shirt is shoved into your bag while you fish out your sunglasses.

A small smirk works onto your face as you put them on, leaning back and resting your body weight on your elbows.

It doesn't take long for him to catch your eye. A big nose framing his handsome face. Large pecs just above his muscular gut. A prominent bulge in his black swim shorts, adorned by an eye-catching happy trail. An exciting queasy feeling whirrs in your stomach as you feel your cock swelling in your pants.

However, your perversion is soon halted entirely, as you see his wife, and what seems to be their daughter, walking up to him from the direction of the water and speaking to him. You couldn't hear what they were saying - you weren't interested in that. The woman leans down, placing a kiss on his forehead, earning her a warm chuckle from the man before taking her daughter's hand and leading her to the concrete stairs leading to the beachside town.

As a product of his attention being briefly diverted from his phone, the man takes a small gaze around the beach. His eyes fall over you at one point, but you don't panic. You know he can't see how much you're ogling him. He keeps looking. Your eyes glance away for a moment.

Oh, wait. Shit. He's coming over.

You dart your attention to the shore immediately as he tramps over to you.

"Might wanna get new sunglasses, bud. Everyone could see your nosey ass gawking at me like a pervert for the past 10 minutes."

His arms are crossed, towering over your form. His left hand splays across his bicep, positioned particularly so that the golden shine of his wedding ring is unmissable.

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