By the time I get back downstairs, the sunlight is almost completely gone. The old receptionist flashes me a puzzled look, noticing the guitar case on my back. I give her a smile, making my way through the lobby. I’d love to explain to her what I have in mind, but I don’t think I have to. Besides, I doubt if I’m the only tourist with a desire to enjoy some guitar playing on the beach.

The distant buzzing coming from the bars rushes into my ears, filling my heart with contentment. No external music is going to overshadow mine. Yet, the sight that greets me gives me more happiness. The full moon casts its light upon the sea, painting it a soft shade of silver, a cool breeze sending ripples across the surface. The glimmering patch of water brings a feeling of tranquility into my heart.

It’s impossible to get this in L.A. It’s just too crowded there. I’ve only been here for half an hour and I’m more relaxed already. I have a feeling this is going to be a wonderful vacation.

Unzipping the case, I ease my black acoustic guitar out, unable to take my eyes off of the sea. A powerful gust of wind blows through my hair as I take the instrument in my arms. Feeling the fine wood on my fingertips, I begin to strum my favorite song. It’s old; way older than me, but it’s perfect for the occasion. It is none other than the Scorpions’ “Holiday.” Every fine hair in my body is raised when the vmelodic notes tear the silence of the night…

Let me take you far away

You'd like a holiday

Let me take you far away

You'd like a holiday

Exchange the cold days for the sun

A good time and fun

Let me take you far away

You'd like a holiday

Let me take you far away

You'd like a holiday

Let me take you far away

You'd like a holiday

Exchange your troubles for some love

Wherever you are

Let me take you far away

You'd like a holiday

With each passing second, I am lost deeper in the magic of this magnificent ballad. I fell in love with it more than fifteen years ago, and it still appeals to me. Still, before I get the chance to finish it, I spot a shadow on my right. Bringing my gaze up, I see a tall, curvaceous blonde in a red bikini, with a big smile gracing her face as she slicks the water off her hair. My first thought is to stop playing altogether. I just have to introduce myself to her. Just then though, she parts her lips.

“Very good,” she complements me in a clear, American accent, her smile widening.

“Thanks,” I tell her, getting up on my feet. “I’m sorry, did I hear you correctly? You’re American?”

“Yes, sir,” she admits, taking a step closer to me. “Born and raised in the Sun State. What about you?”

“New York,” I reply, returning her smile. “My name’s Michael. Michael Donovan,” I continue, reaching out to shake her hand.

“I’m Stacy Dexter,” she nods, her feathery voice sending my pulse rising.

“So…” I draw in a sharp breath. “What made you leave Florida at this time of year? I’ I’m sorry for asking, but I’ve been to Tampa in July and I think it’s just great.”

“Oh, it is,” Stacy agrees. “It’s nice and warm, but I needed a change of scenery. So, I told my friend Emily we should get out of there, and she suggested Greece. We’ve been here for a couple of days. It’s amazing.”

“Well, I just got here,” I inform her, lowering my tone. “Are you guys staying in ‘Ariadna’?”

“No, our hotel’s in the downtown area,” she states, pointing east. “I just drove over here because it’s always quiet during the night. I didn’t think I’d find anyone out here.”

“Come on…” I let out a short giggle. “Say it. You didn’t think you’d find a loon playing the guitar on the beach.”

“A loon?” she squints up at me, her jaw falling open with surprise. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. I think that it’s pretty romantic.”

“Listen; can I buy you a drink?” I suggest, throwing a quick glance over at the bar in the lobby.

“Sure,” Stacy chirped. “Just let me go get dressed first.”

“Go,” I say with a smile, unable to believe my luck at meeting such a gorgeous girl so quickly. She turned around, leaving me to marvel at her curves. Her wet bikini stuck to her body like a second skin. I fix my gaze on her ass, my eyes going wide with admiration. I usually never liked to stare. I was always afraid that I would be caught in the act, and that would be much too embarrassing. Nevertheless, I’m not dealing with an average, pretty girl. I’m waiting for a woman with a killer body and a voice that can turn me on in a heartbeat.

Five minutes later, she strolls back to me in skimpy jean shorts and a tight, purple t-shirt, wearing another bright smile. I remain silent, starting off towards the hotel lobby. In truth, I’m still in disbelief. It’s almost too good to be true. Still, Stacy isn’t an illusion. She’s a living, walking, temptation who seems to be interested in me. I’m a good-looking man – I know I can draw female attention – but running into a woman like her sounded a little strange.

Stop analyzing the situation and have some fun for a change.

Yes, that is exactly what I have to do. I have to take my mind off our random encounter, and focus on the immediate. The latter is much easier than the former. What man in their right mind wouldn’t focus on an insanely hot blonde like her? I have to struggle to keep my gaze away from her silky thighs.

The bar in the lobby is dark and rather empty. Numerous red, blue, and green spotlights on the ceiling are the only illumination. There can’t be more than ten people in there. Soft music is playing from the speakers. I sweep the hall, searching for a more private spot. The upper right corner looks ideal. It’s even darker than the rest of the bar, and far enough from a group of three, middle-aged women.

“Emily’s going to be mad,” Stacy chuckled, looking around her. “She wanted to go out tonight.”

“Yeah, so did my friends,” I say, leaning my back against my seat. “In fact, I’m pretty sure one of them is getting wasted as we speak.”

“He’s not an alcoholic, is he?” she asks, a hint of discomfort in her tone.

“No, no,” I shake my head sideways. “Ray just likes to drink on occasion. Dean doesn’t drink much, either. He’s addicted to something a lot more dangerous: speed. He loves to ride motorcycles.”

“Is their friend Michael addicted to anything?” Stacy poses another question, her voice losing volume, her blue eyes gray in the dim illumination as she leaned over towards me.

“Beautiful eyes,” My response is sharp. “I just can’t get enough of them.”

Her lush lips curl into a broad smile once more. I’m not a fool; I can tell she likes me, but I need to be careful. I’ve been with enough women to know that sudden or rush moves can destroy everything. She opens her mouth, ready to go on, but the arrival of a young waitress doesn’t allow her to do so.

“Hi. I’ll have a beer,” I place my order, tossing a swift glance up at her.

“Beer for me, too,” Stacy requests, her eyes still locked with mine. Twisting a strand of her hair around her index finger, she caresses my knee. I catch the tip of her tongue on her lower lip out of the corner of my eye. I don’t need any more signs. I lean in, feeling my blood throb through my ears. Stacy reaches up to cup my cheek, our mouths joining in a passionate kiss. I let her feminine scent flow through my nostrils, savoring her warm, wet lips. I throw my arm around her shoulders and pull her closer, her fingers sliding up my face and into my hair. Within moments, her teeth are grazing my lower lip, demanding more. I swipe my tongue along the seam of her mouth, exhaling hard. Her low whimper makes my cock twitch in my pants. Reaching down, I feel the smoothness of her thigh in my hand. I trail my fingers up, a crazy thought running through my mind.

I want to fuck you, right here, right now.

This woman keeps on stunning me. I’ve been kissed dozens of times, but I’ve never felt desire overwhelming me this fast. Maybe it’s her smile. Maybe it’s her sexy body, or her attitude. Perhaps it’s all of the above. In any case, Stacy is testing my limits just by being here. I squeeze her firm flesh, my pinky brushing the fabric of her shorts. The annoying sound of a bottle being slammed onto the wooden surface of the table acts like a wakeup call. I ease back, narrowing my eyes to slits, my breath still a little heavy.

“So hot…” Stacy whispers, her own eyes blazing with raw heat as she lets go of my face.

“Stop tempting me, you sexy little thing,” I mutter under my breath.

“Or what?” she teases, her face still just a couple of inches away from mine, her smile returning.

“Or I’m going to yank those tiny little shorts off and fuck you on the table,” I explain, my voice bass-deep.

“I like the way that sounds,” Stacy confesses, picking her beer up from the table. Lifting it up to her mouth, she takes a sip, leaving me at a loss for words. Still, this isn’t a time for words. It is a time for action. I don’t give her a chance to finish her drink. I grab her by the wrist, feeling my heart thump against my chest. Moving around the table, I lead her away from the bar. I can’t wait to be alone with her. I can’t wait to see for myself just how naughty this beautiful blonde can be.