A young woman on holiday explores a local town, and finds herself on a remote beach, with only two dishy builders for company. Realising she’s run out of water, they help her out, and then suggest she joins them for a swim in the ocean to cool off. Problem is, she doesn’t have a swimming costume – though she is rather hot and bothered, so maybe it doesn’t matter…

I sat down in the grass and retrieved my water bottle from my tote bag, dismayed to realise the bottle was nearly empty. I guzzled it down anyway because the walk through the village and up the hill had left me completely parched. I knew in this heat it would be stupid to have no water to hand. Part of me was eager to go down to the beach and take some shots, to paddle in the sea and feel the crystal clear waters washing over my feet, but I had horrible visions of myself passing out from heat stroke or dehydration or something which would certainly not be a good outcome for my first forage into the life of an independent adult. I needed a shop. But I didn’t want to walk all the way back into the village centre, and wondered if there was a closer one. Plus, it was a great excuse to talk to the builders and check them out a bit closer up. They were back at work when I turned and walked towards them, lifting stones and hoisting them into a large skip. I saw them both glancing at me as I came closer, and realised the hoisting was partly for my benefit, to demonstrate their strength and power. I was suitably impressed.
They were both bloody gorgeous. One was about six foot tall, the other even taller. The taller one had darker skin and thick wavy black hair, and the other one had bronze skin and chestnut hair, cropped close in a military style. They did both look to be in their late twenties like I’d guessed, and they were definitely both hotties. Continue reading →