So I got bored a while back. I apparently like writing description scenes!
A couple on the beach seems pretty stereotypical at first - there’s a million others at least on this beach alone, what with being within 20 miles of pretty much every major city in the area. Like the grains of sand on the beach themselves, the couple looked identical to the many other pairs. You have to remember though that each on of them has a story of their own, just like each grain of sand being unique in its individual texture or color.
Our first character - the boy, we will call him James - he was out on his first real date in quite some time. Was it a year? Two? He couldn’t remember, and he probably didnt’ want to considering that would also bring up memories of the breakup he had had with his previous trophy some time before. She was a person with more than just looks - she had emotions to bak it up, and quite frankly James didn’t expect that in a woman any more than he did the fact that he wouldn’t be the one making the phone call. Having thought of all this in a split second (or rather the emotions and physical sensations that come with them), he quickly put that thought in the back of his head, instead focusing more on the more pleasurable sensations around him. The warmth of the sun on his skin, the coolness on his legs as seawater evaporated off. The gritty feeling of salt after the seawater made it way off of him. And lastly, he decided to focus on his right hand, gently holding his lover’s left, fingers entwined. It was a nice day overall.
His girlfriend - the girl, we shall call her Olivia - was feeling good as well. She was napping on a brightly colored beach towel, keeping her skin as far off the sand as possible, both to keep herself relatively clean of it and to keep it soft (this made any caresses during their stay that much nicer for the James). Olivia had been waiting for this for a while; he had just asked her out two weeks ago, and although they talked a lot in school to keep Chemistry from getting too boring, they really hadn’t been out together outside of school. She felt on top of the world, almost cocky - she was right beside the boy she had wanted since her sophomore year, her grades were going well, and she was popular. What else could a woman ask for?
As for the August day the couple was enjoying, James and Olivia were both napping. Not like it wasn’t a bad idea; the place they were at was well known for being one of the safest in the area. The side of the city facing the beach was known for this as well, while the opposite was true for the slums on the outskirts. It was common knowledge that they didn’t have the time or the money to spend a day out here, though.