Boy Number 1

It had been a little overcast so I walked over to the other side of the island. The side where the kite boarders hang out. I met a filipino girl there and she introduced me to several HOT kite and wind surfers. I was meeting her out later. I saddled up to my seat at the bar. I was happy, I was glowing. The boys at the bar were taking there turns chatting with me as I ate my dinner and drank my drinks. The DJ came on, house is by no means my favourite music, but he was good-really good. Sheila and the boys showed up and the dancing ensued-barefoot in the sand dancing! There wasnt a big crowd, but they were all up for a good time!

I noticed 2 guys and a girl rock up. The one guywas awfully cute he and I made eye contact as soon as they walked in - flirty smiles were exchanged. I sized up the dynamic between the three and was pretty confident that no combination of the 3 was a couple. The music kept on, we kept on dancing. More eye contact, more smiles. Soon we were dancing next to each other. He introduced himself, we smiled, we kept on dancing. "Where are you from, What do you do, How long you here for" our eyes stayed locked, the music surged on, we smiled and we kept on dancing.

The police truck was driving up the sandy path so the 'dance floor' was briefly cleared. He pulled me back into him, he ran his hand up my back and grabbed the hair at nape of my neck. Our eyes met and this time we didnt smile. We walked down to the shore line and chatted. I am sure the 2 hours of pumping house music, dancing under the stars in the sand, eyes locked sexual tension played a part of it, but the chemistry was explosive.

We changed bars with his friends and found a corner to talk. I was tracing on his back and he was massaging my other hand. The conversation was easy and the sexual tension was palpable. He squeezed the back of my neck and we pressed our heads together. We grabbed each others hands and without speaking a word stood up to leave.

The walk home that usually took me 15 minutes stretched out for 40. The first half was 20 minutes of hairpulling, hand squeezing not quite kissing. We taunted and teased for what seemed like ever. I have not wanted to kiss someone as bad as I wanted to kiss him and I was loving the longing! Finally we gave in and it was hungry, hard, head spinning, knee weakening toe curling, leave us both speachless and grinning, good.

We spent a day and two nights together. He was a really sweet guy that made me feel amazing and was not shy to let me know that I made him feel the same way. He was perfectly happy to kiss and cuddle and laugh and chat and make out a little. Nothing could ever compare to that walk home. I have missed that build up to a first kiss SO much. I think it is one of my favourite things in the world. We exchanged emails and he left back to Holland after the 2 nights. We may email, probably, but it was perfect in what it was.

You asked for details girls...and that was boy number one....there were 2 more. One not nearly as sweet in the end though. I am back home now, and happy to be so. I feel like I was gone a full lifetime. I feel like something has changed in me. It was a perfect holiday, by far the best one I have ever been on. I am off to bed now. I have been catching up on you all a bit, and I will start commenting tomorrow!!