His body was hot and wet atop his surfboard. On first sight, I wanted to rip his trunks off his lean tan tenderloin and do wonderful and terrible things to this sexy young surfer. I was picturing us stranded on a desert island and he was my man Friday there to do my lustful bidding, to satisfy my every stranded-in-the-ocean craving and whim….
I watched him ride several smaller waves, gliding smooth and skillfully atop the crest and staying up even as it disseminated into white foaming curls and blended in the ocean.
My fantasy became reality before my amazed eyes as a wave suddenly took him by surprise and washed over him forcefully. Though the young surfer won his struggle to stay on his board and managed to stand again…the wave had pulled his trunks all the way down exposing all his naked glory.