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Naked Beauty 2

Naked Beauty

Part 2

 

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Part 1:  Naked Beauty 
  
 

Gizelle looked Jermaine straight in the eye, feeling as though she could read his emotions and really tried to. Jermaine tried to speak but could not form words.

  

She was looking into his eyes and straight down into his soul. He felt as though she was seeing every one of his most intimate secrets while he was drinking in her beautiful face and loving nature. He was overcome with the intoxication of it, and realized that her incredible beauty was so much more than skin deep.

  

That thought registered and hit him like a sack of hammers to the head. He tried to look away, but Gizelle cupped his face in her hands and drew him in to hold him tightly.

  

With both of them on their knees, holding onto each other, Jermaine could see that she was at least five or ten years younger than he was, yet she didn’t feel young to him.

  

She is frighteningly wise beyond her years, he mused. Most women her age are terribly silly and self-absorbed, he recalled, but there is something about this woman, something deep and profound that I must know and understand.

  

He struggled for the right words, though the language barrier was hard enough, but with her naked warmth pressed to him desire was driving him to distraction and he could neither think nor focus, so he held onto her like she was his last vestige of hope.

  

This is not a choice, he realized, It’s a calling. Suddenly he thought of Vera and swallowed hard not knowing if, or how he was going to explain what had transpired here. He held Gizelle more tightly and offered up a silent prayer.

  

Gizelle felt his discomfort, but she would not let him go until she felt his anguish ease. She had never seen such desolation in a man before, though it brought hard memories to the fore. She pushed them back into the past. There would be far too much time to deal with memories later.

  

She ran soft fingers up and down his back and then locked him into her embrace again, meaning to offer Jermaine succor, though she was not entirely sure why his suffering had stricken her so profoundly. She only knew that this was right, that it felt very right in ways she had not intended, though he did not push her away.

  

Finally, a soft sigh escaped him and again she placed her hands at his cheeks, as her deep-set eyes searched his own. He appeared relieved and happier now. She read contentment on his face and gave him a grateful smile.

  

Gizelle kissed his cheek, got to her feet, scooped up her blanket, and tossed a farewell over her shoulder, “Adiós mi amigo Tal vez te vea de nuevo algún día. Goodbye, my friend. Perhaps I will see you again someday.”

  

Jermaine hesitated to move, still feeling the warmth of her naked, silken curves pressed to him. His skin tingled with expectant anticipation yet he hadn’t made a move. He hadn’t dared.

  

Shaking his head, he sorted his racing thoughts. It’s too new, too deep, real and special, and I was frightened she would scamper away — as she just did! He scrambled to get to his feet but stopped, still kneeling.

  

Jermaine smiled softly and sifted through the sand to find her ring beneath his knee. He made a mental note of a small diamond set in yellow gold and then studied the direction in which she had departed.

  

Gizelle had just rounded a corner and he lost sight of her. She must have managed a quick change in a dark corner, he noted.

  

He stood with renewed purpose and pocketed the ring. Darkness fell with a light mist hanging in the air, which did not not deter him. He started after her, following at a safe distance.

  

Keeping to the safety of shadows, he felt like a stalker, but secure in the knowledge that if she exited his life again, he would know where to find her. I will never lose her again, he strengthened his resolve.

  

Gizelle ducked into a small cafe, obviously familiar with the place. He watched her conversing with a waiter who lead her to an outdoor table.

  

Jermaine paused, fondling the ring and watching her smile, searching for anything which would denote that the waiter was more than a friend. He studied her features and wondered who had given it to her.

  

It could be an engagement ring or possibly a promise ring, he decided, feeling the first stirrings of unfamiliar jealousy, but then realized that he hadn’t thought of Vera for longer than a fleeting moment. Jealousy vacated in lieu of reality as he was newly filled with volition and compelled to continue.

  

Gizelle reappeared and continued to a modest house not far from the cafe. He wondered how she afforded it and whether she was living with the man who gave her the ring. He scribbled the address on a receipt from his wallet.

  

Jermaine pushed it back into his jeans and turned to go, whispering a wish torn straight from his soul, “We will see each other again and ‘someday’ cannot arrive soon enough for me.”

  

He continued on his stroll back to the hotel and caught himself smiling and feeling happier than he had been in a very long time.

  

He lay awake late into the night, turning her ring over between his fingers, thinking of what a delicate flower she seemed, yet how much strength and sensitivity it had taken to recognize pain in a stranger’s eyes and drop her own immediacy to hold and comfort him.

  

You are beautiful inside and out and I already long to possess you, he thought, as he tucked the jewelry into his pocket and fell into fitful sleep only a few hours before sunrise.

  
  

 

Naked Beauty, Part 3

  
  

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Naked Beauty 1

Naked Beauty

Part 1

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Jermaine had thought of nothing but the success of this assignment. He boarded the plane with his hopes up higher than the flight would take him. Then Vera had fallen ill. He got her voicemail at the hotel.


Vera hadn’t realized that the milk in her refrigerator had turned while she was bucking for a promotion beneath Jermaine’s boss. She was quite fond of Jermaine, but Mack was much wealthier, more established, and more likely to settle down soon.



She had arrived home ravenous the next morning, never guessing that the power had been off all night. Vera only read about the fierce storm as she stirred milk into her morning coffee and drank her third cup. She finished reading the weather, made the connection, and dropped the cup as her stomach lurched.



Karma had never approached her subtly and she knew that it was going to be a vengeful bitch this time as well.



Jermaine had been far too preoccupied to notice that she had been much less than attentive lately. He had neglected her a little bit, but Vera knew she wouldn’t have needed much of an excuse. She had always been drawn to money and power. Vera grinned wickedly, thinking, Mack has all that and more.



Gizelle would be her replacement on the shoot. Man stealing little jezebel from hell, she thought, clutching her stomach, much too ill to care more deeply at the moment.



Jermaine knew he would lose the shoot entirely, possibly with his enviable career, if he couldn’t pull off an incredible feat of magic. He paced the room, mumbling to himself, “Some men make women disappear. How do I make the perfect woman appear in front of my lens?”



Vera has it all, he surmised dejectedly. No one is as excellent for Spain as she is. What am I going to do now?  Picturing her, Jermaine spat his frustration acidly, “You just had to poison yourself the day before a shoot that will make or break me, damn it all!”



He strode across the room raking his fingers through jet black locks. Leaning into the ornate sill over looking Malvarossa beach, he peered out the window in full-blown panic, not seeing the rich beauty of his surroundings, the opulent Hotel Balneario Las Arenas, or the sand and blue green sea innate to Valencia, with the sky a barely perceptible difference in shade, but a world of change from New York’s steel and grey scenery. All hope was lost and he no longer cared to observe. It was too painful.



There was nothing left to do but stare out at the pink hued sunset, the long expanse of sand and the perfect translucent, turquoise sea, in which to drown myself when I get the axe, he added dismally.



Then his gaze landed on her. Lying on a blanket far off in the distance, completely unguarded in sleep, was the naked beauty he had been praying for.



Jermaine blinked and shook his head, certain that she was a mirage or that he would wake up to realize he had only dreamed her.



Instinct and adrenaline took over. He raised the camera dangling from his neck and snapped his first photograph of her. Viewing her through the telephoto lens, he took stock with a critical photographer’s eye.



She had skin like liquid velvet with a slight blush on her face, obviously unaccustomed to lying nude beneath the sun, he smiled despite himself, well pleased with that rumination.



Jermaine had seen many beautiful women, had bedded more than half, and was always dismayed that so many had leathery, sun damaged skin.



Look at that red hair, he grinned with his heart racing, longing to drive his fingers through the silky riot. That’s not a color you can get from a bottle, he beamed, happily lost in his voyeurism.



Suddenly she stirred, causing him to drop the camera. She’s leaving! He ran from his luxurious surroundings as though the room were on fire. With his stomach in knots, he paused midway to catch his breath and then ran faster. His lungs were near to bursting when he found the place he had seen her.



Jermaine dropped to his knees as his hopes fell away. He placed his hands on the still warm indentation of her exquisite body and closed his eyes in grief when a musical voice startled him out of his thoughts.



“Por favor señor, encontraste mi anillo? Please sir, did you find my ring?”



Jermaine opened his eyes to find the naked beauty wrapped in a blanket and speaking to him in a language he didn’t understand. Her thumb grazed her ring finger urgently and the message was conveyed.



“Ring! You’ve lost your ring,” he said, gesturing to indicate his understanding.



“Sí. Por favor, ayúdame a mirar. Yes. Please, help me look.” Gizelle knelt down to run her hands lightly over the sand, pleading with her gaze.



Jermaine pretended to search, knowing that his knee had landed on it. Not wanting to risk losing her twice, he kept it hidden, asking, “Do you speak English?”



“¿Inglés? Un poco. Lo intent. A little. I try,” she stumbled, still searching the immediate area frantically.



“Okay, that’s good,” he exclaimed gratefully.



“¡No, no es bueno! ¿No lo entiendes. It’s not good! Do you not understand?” she asked, obviously mistaking his meaning and emphatically pointing to her ring finger.



Suddenly, her full meaning registered in mind and he understood completely now. She’s engaged to another man. She’s promised to another! He hoped his devastation didn’t show.



Gizelle glanced at him and realized he was utterly crestfallen. He had the look of a man in great physical pain. Though she didn’t understand most of his words, she understood the look of personal torment. It touched her heart and she forgot her own panic.



Gizelle tucked the blanket around her, sat down in the sand and gently took his hand. Jermaine’s breath caught as they looked into each others eyes.





Naked Beauty Part 2




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Shooting the Ocean

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Shooting the Ocean 

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She stood on the boardwalk at Jones Beach State Park. She couldn’t believe her luck. A single week ago, she had graduated college and now her feet were standing on a beach. She watched the sunset with the Atlantic rising majestically to pummel the sand as waves crashed down with the rush and sound of fulfillment. It’s something akin to a sadistic mating dance, she thought.

 

Jasper began shooting the ocean and wondering how much these two elements must love one another. She watched dark, powerful ocean slap the sand sadistically, chasing earth inland in wild pursuit, only to pull a fraction of earth back to sea in enticing, seductive retreat. Its intimate give and take, and an eternal exchange of energy. Nothing can ever end this, she mused excitedly.

Standing alone in the moonlight, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized that shooting the ocean made her nothing shy of an intrusive voyeur. Jasper rolled her eyes at herself, ugh, the worst kind.

 

She’d caught many shots that were much more than just the wildness of Mother Nature. These are unique, one-of-a- kind photos with an intense, sensual point of view, she told herself, not like the repetitive National Geographic Magazine, she grinned lost in thought. Then Jasper hugged her camera and did a small, celebratory jump-twist.

 

It was as if the wide-angle lens of innocent curiosity lead her to stumble upon lecherous lovers thought hidden. Jasper knew she should leave but froze in fascination. She knew these photos would be rewarded handsomely, as certainly as she knew that cashing her paycheck would feel too similar to walking away from a John and tucking his money into her thigh-high boot.

 

Nonetheless, she couldn’t let it dampen her spirits. She was ecstatic knowing these shots would ‘make her’. These photos would be the beginning of a stellar reputation and career. She ran for the boardwalk anxious to tuck her equipment safely into a photography bag.

 

Jasper returned to the stairs below the boardwalk, bent down to retrieve her shoes and found herself looking into piercing, ice blue eyes as a scream welled up in her throat.

 

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