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"Do we have to go to the beach today Ste?"

"Yeah Doug, I wanna go. If the kids were still around I'd take them but they're not. Look I'll go on my own if you don't wanna come"

"It's fine, we'll go"

"You'd better get ready then!"

Things have been really strained between us lately, I don't know why; we just seem to row all of the time now. I feel like we have become an old married couple, we work together, live together, sometimes it feels like we are each other. I think things were better between us when Amy and the kids were still here, I was happier; maybe I partly blame him for Amy wanting to leave. I know I shouldn't but I can't help it. Things were so good between us in the beginning, I kinda believed that we were made for each other, but now I'm not so sure, maybe I just need a break, I feel like I'm slowly suffocating. Doug tries his hardest to please me and most of the time he does a pretty good job, but I can't help but wonder if this is it for me. Is it wrong of me to want more?

Maybe I'm just moody because I miss my kids, plus I have been working a lot. I feel like I'm in my fifty's instead of my twenty's and I want to enjoy life and take risks sometimes. Doug on the other hand is quite happy staying at home and putting on his slippers and pj's, he is old before his time. Life just isn't what I thought it would be…I want so much more. I had achieved so much since being with Doug though, the deli, passing my driving test and coming out as a gay man, so why do I feel so empty.

The journey to the beach was spent in silence; I just don't want to row with him anymore. It was a really hot day and I couldn't wait to feel the sun on my already golden brown skin. It was bound to be busy but I didn't care, I just wanted to chill out and sunbathe and maybe go swimming if the water wasn't too cold. I brought my book with me; I can even read better now. After reading Fifty Shades of Grey I've decided that type of book is for me. I'm reading a gay one at the moment called What He Wants; it's not as good though, I mean I fell in love with Christian Grey, but then again I think everyone fell in love with him.

We found a spot on the beach close to the water, just in case either of us wanted to go swimming, which was likely as it was so bloody hot. I laid my beach towel down on to the warm sand and got undressed, leaving on my swim shorts. I watched as Doug did the same, he had a face like a smacked bum and it would no doubt be my fault for wanting him to come with me.

"Can you rub some lotion on my back Doug?"

He did it but I'm sure he rolled his eyes, but I'm just gonna let it go, there is no point in saying anything, not when he's sulking with me. With my mind in my book and Doug hands all over my back, I had started to relax. A group of kids soon put stop to that though and their ball had landed by me, causing sand to go in to my eyes. I jump up angrily, probably making too much of a fuss and give a dirty look to the five kids who were now stood in front of me saying sorry and collecting their ball.

I sorted myself out and watched them walk away, Doug was still lying down and he hadn't even asked me if I was okay. I sat back down on my towel and rubbed some sun lotion on my chest and then something caught my eye, or should I say...someone.

The lifeguard…wow…I don't think I have ever seen anyone so gorgeous in my life. He was wearing red shorts and a yellow t-shirt, his top was tight fitting and I could see the muscles in his chest and arms. His legs were beautifully hairy and the muscles in them were very defined. His hair dark, but spiked up, you know the type, all you wanna do is grab hold of it or run your fingers through it…either way you just wanna touch it. His skin tone was pale although he was always in the sun and he looked like a burner rather than a tanner. His eyes blue like the sea, his lips full and pink, they looked so soft and above them sat a kind of Eighty's tash, but fucking hell it totally suited him.

I looked down at my growing hardness and reached for my book resting it over my crutch, hoping that no one had noticed. Luckily he wasn't looking my way at that point and I think Doug had fallen asleep. My eyes were all over him and my heart was racing, it was good to know I was still alive and that I still felt things, even if it was for another man. He noticed me watching him, I felt warm inside from his equally matched stare and if I could have made him mine right there and then I would have done. I wondered what his lips tasted like and how good they would feel on mine. Moving my tongue teasingly across my lips, I am unable to look away and the longing I already feel for him is intense. My whole being is crying out for him and it feels like time has stood still, waiting for one of us to break the unnerving spark and the rush of chemistry that is so evident between us.

The hardness in my shorts hasn't yet gone away; in fact I don't think it has ever felt so hard. I smile at him, I can't help myself, but it wasn't just a smile it was a full on goofy grin and it made him break the stare and turn away from me. I watched as he returned to his work like nothing had happened. It made me feel like we hadn't just shared that moment, when I know that we did. The throbbing of my cock and the beating of my heart were proof of that. I think I have just met my very own Christian Grey.

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