It was one of those rare respites for him. A vacation was a rare thing indeed as his life had always been consumed with work and the day to day activities of pursuing his personal agendas. Lying on the white sand of the beach, it was a hard thing indeed for him to relax as it was such a strange sensation to be void of any tasks or responsibilities. But this time was much needed as he was rapidly approaching the point of burnout. Lately his memory had become blurred and his ability to use logical reasoning had began to elude him. The experience of losing drive and ambition to reach objectives was a new and terrifying thing for him so he had decided that a period of rest and relaxation was the prescription to heal him.
He sat now on the beach, listening to the surf as it washed ashore, feeling the warmth of the sun as it enveloped his skin with it's warm rays. It was early morning and as yet there was not many bodies out so he was almost deserted as he languished in the environment that was to move him back toward the peak of his abilities.
He quietly watched over the next hour or so as more and more people began to show up on the beach. Kids, laughing and screaming, starting a day of fun and play, enjoying life without care or concern. Tourists, like himself, spread their blankets on the sand, placed their umbrellas and reached into their ice chests for something cool to drink. This was the same as it was all those many years ago when he had last taken time for a vacation. But there were also some things that had changed in all those years. He smiled as he watched a group of young ladies walking down past him. He was amazed at the transformation that had taken place with the bikinis they wore. Not much was left to the imagination now as he stared at their glistening buttocks, tanned and exposed in the thong bottoms that they wore. At least there was some things that seemed to get better with time.
Time seemed to stand still as he watched all that was going on around him. Enjoying just drifting with his thoughts and taking in the antics and actions of the people that we crowded around him. Occasionally catching snippits of conversations. His thoughts worked there way toward the feeling that he had been wrong to deprive himself of more regular deviations from a full and hectic schedule to observe and enjoy life that was all around him.
After a time the warmth of the sun, the buzz of the crowd and the sound of the waves against the sand took it's toll and he drifted into a lazy but light sleep. It was if he were in the water and slowly sinking down into the coolness of the depths of the sea. He had no idea how long he floated in this state of semi-consciousness but suddenly his eyes were open and he was in a state of alertness that seemed to grate his senses. The sun was on it's way down and many of the people had left the beach for the day. There were still a few die- hards that might well have been residents here and spent most, or at least as much time as possible, on the beaches. But the thing that garnered his attention was a lady that was slowly walking at the edge of the water. The surf just touching her feet as it came in.
He seemed to take in every detail of her presence there as she gracefully and slowly moved. He saw her footprints in the sand and the waves danced back out toward the ocean. He watched at the graceful way she held her head high not paying attention to the people there but more concerned with the sky, and the sand and water. Her walk was slow and determined and her feet seemed to play with the beach as she picked them up and placed them down again in front of her. The long blond hair on her hear flowed back over her shoulders as the fingers of the sea breeze tickled it into motion. She wore a bright green bikini with a white silky top over her shoulders, unbuttoned and flowing back with the same wind that danced her hair behind her. But there was something that caught his eye, that captured his attention more than anything else about her. It was an object that was on her right buttock. Straining his eyes her could not make out exactly what the object was but for some strange reason he was fascinated by it and drawn to discover just what it was. He rose and began to walk slowly down to the shore and turned to follow her, determined to effect discovery as to the nature of the adornment. She was distant and all he could now make out was that there was definitely something there. Further down the beach she moved around some rocks. He hurried his pace but when he walked beyond them she was gone.
He went back to his room, showered and dressed and began to try to decide on a place to dine. No matter how hard he tried he could not get the thought of the woman off his mind. Nor could he erase the mental picture of the object on her buttock. He left his room and walked toward the street where many of the towns cafes and restaurants were located. Alone and silently he sat and ate, slowly and deliberately going over all the details of the day after he had seen the woman on the beach. He was determined that he would do all he could to look for her again and discover just what it was that had captivate his imagination and attention.
The next five days were the same. He would go to the beach, watching for her to appear again. Each evening he would go to town and walk the streets hoping he would see her there. He would know her by her long blond hair and was certain that no other woman could walk with the grace and poise that she had displayed. He didn't know what he would do if he did happen across her. Could he bring himself to speak with her? To introduce himself? And if he did just how would he be able to tell her of his intrigue about the object that was on her buttock ?What an awkward situation that would be. Perhaps she belonged to someone else. Perhaps she was just a tourist and had left for home. But something in his mind told him no, that this was her home. Maybe it was her tanned legs and body, or the way she seemed to fit on the beach. Yes he was sure that she was local or at any rate someone from close by.
His frustrations about this woman had him on edge as it was the last day of his vacation and he would be leaving to return to his work and life the next day. He consoled himself with the thought that he had done all he could to solve the mystery and that it was one of those things that just happens once in a while in a persons life. An event that makes life interesting and challenging. But he also went to the beach and sat that day looking, hoping to get a glimpse of her. He was disappointed when she did not appear so sadly picked up his towel and blanket and headed back to his room.
Trying to put his thoughts on her to rest he committed to having a good dinner and then preparing for his departure the next morning. He walked to town, watching the people on the street, laughing and enjoying the evening and began to feel a bit better. Sitting alone he watch the people in the restaurant around him. He slowly ate his lobster, dipping it in melted butter, laughing as the excess ran down his chin and fell spotting the table cloth. After he had finished eating he sat for a long while at the table, sipping coffee and enjoying the aggravation of the maitre d' who was wanting the table for other customers waiting to be seated. For a time this little game took his mind off the woman from the beach, but finally he paid his check and left the restaurant. As he walked out onto the street, the thoughts of the woman and the object on her buttock came back into his head. It seemed more intense than ever.
Though he had intended to return to his room and pack his bags and rest for his return trip home that evening he was strangely drawn down the street. Perhaps it was just his restlessness but he just did not want to go back just yet.
He went into a bar thinking that what he really needed was a drink or two to settle and relax him. It was dim inside but only a few people were there and it seemed like a comfortable establishment. He sat at the bar and ordered a drink. There was a band there playing soft music, and a lady singing old torch songs from a past era. He listened and sipped his drink watching as people came and went.
He felt his face numb from the alcohol and decided that it was time for him to leave. He had attained what he had wanted as he felt relaxed and at peace with himself. As he walked out onto the street he turned and looked at the sign above the door. It said "The Hummingbird" ! He turned toward his hotel but stopped short, he was numbed as there standing before him was the lady from the beach. Her long blond hair hung over her shoulders, which were tanned and she wore a soft crème colored dress that draped down to her ankles. It was soft and thin and seemed to show the features of her body. She was glowing with a radiant smile that would stop any man with blood in his veins right in his tracks.
He stared at her and felt awkward as he could not think of just what to say. Finally he spoke, telling her of seeing her on the beach. Unlike his normal self he told her that he had not been able to think of anything else since that day she had walked before him. She just smiled and asked him if he would mind buying her a drink. They entered the bar and sat at a table. She talked and he listened. Her voice was musical and he kept thinking it was like music to hear her speak. The talk was just small talk which was very relaxing and light. He enjoyed being with this lady and sharing her company. As she spoke he kept thinking of the object on her buttock but he was much too shy to inquire about it.
She rose to leave and asked him if he would care to walk her home. She told him she only lived a few blocks away. The air was deliciously cool as they walked down the street. When they arrived at her place she asked him in for coffee or a drink and he accepted the coffee. When she had fixed it they walked out onto the deck at the back of her home and stood staring at the beach. The moon was full and light the ocean in glimmering light. He walked down the steps and out onto the sand. He was listening to the waves as they crashed against the shore and didn't hear her as she walked up behind him He turned and bumped into her spilling his coffee onto her dress. He was embarrassed and felt so awkward, apologizing and telling her he would pay for the dress. She laughed and said that this was not necessary as the stain would come out if she washed it immediately. He stared as she lifted the dress over her head and then naked walked slowly down to the water. He could see the object but could not make it out. She walked out into the water wetting the dress and washing it in the surf. Then she walked back toward him. He could not help but notice her beauty. Her breasts were proud and her nipples large and dark. And her legs were strong and moved with ease which was probably what accounted, in part, for the grace she displayed.
She seemed to have no embarrassment of her nakedness as she came to him and showed him that the stain was gone. Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight and her smile was like pearls. Not knowing why, or what prompted him he took her into his arms and kissed her lips. She did not withdraw but kissed him back. Her kiss was passionate and her tongue pushed between his lips and into his mouth against his own tongue. He felt her body press against his hips and he became aware of his own arousal. She reached out, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off his shoulders. Moving against him, she kissed him again. He felt her breasts against his chest. His senses were heightened and he felt her nipples harden as they touched him. Reaching down she unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the ground, then pulled him down to the sand with her. He reached out and touched her breast with his hand, softly caressing it and she in turn wrapped her hand around his manhood. She guided him toward her and into her as he lowered himself down to her. Entering her, he slowly and very gently began to make deliberate and passionate love with her. His ears were filled with the musical sound of her voice and her cries of passion. Together they reached their peak and then lay back, breathing rapidly and recovering from the energy spent in their love-making. He held her in his arms, watching the waves and listening to the sounds of the night. But there was one sound he heard that he could not explain, it was a very light and soft buzzing sound.
When the sun began to peek from over the horizon, she turned over onto her stomach. He looked over to her and then he moved his eyes down to her firm and beautiful buttocks. The mystery was solved for there on her right cheek was a tattoo of a hummingbird.
As he looked from the window of the plane as it lifted from the runway he could see the beach and to his surprise he saw her standing there waving to him as the plane rose higher and higher. Suddenly she was gone and before his eyes was a small and beautiful hummingbird, and there again was this soft buzzing sound in his ears. He reached up with his hands and rubbed his eyes. When he looked again there was nothing but sky. He smiled and wondered if all he had experienced was but a dream that had come to him after he had returned from the bar to his hotel room. He sighed and thought that even if it were a dream he was glad that it had come to him. Later that evening as he unpacked his bags he felt something in the breast pocket of his jacket. Pulling it out he found a card. On it was nothing but a graphic of a small and colorful hummingbird.
