Pete Meyers was in a foul mood. Sure, he knew that the life he'd chosen, the life of a rising-star business man, was no picnic, but for once, just once, he'd like to have a weekend off to do something fun.
"Morning, Barbie," Pete muttered as he passed the lifeguard tower that held the buxom blonde, sand filling his brown leather Battistonis, "back in the salt-mines, eh?"
"Oh, don't be such a sour puss," Barbie replied through her perfect, almost plastic grin, "work is fun!"
Pete groaned and shuffled along the beach to a spot nearer the water. As he opened his briefcase, pulling from it a large beach towel, an umbrella for the sun, a cooler of beers steak, and a propane-fuelled Hibachi, he wondered why David, Barbie's son, had been in the parking lot. Had his car run out of gas? Was he waiting for a friend?
Loosening his tie and kicking off his shoes, Pete dismissed any thought of David. Pete had work to do, and worrying about one of his coworker's kids wouldn't get it done. He slid his socks off and stuffed them into his shoes, then unbuckled his pants, letting them pool around his ankles. After carefully folding them, he put them on top of the closed briefcase, then repeated the action with his suit jacket and dress shirt.
With a sigh, he finally kicked off his boxer shorts, letting them lie where they fell. Some jobs were more tiring than others. Now that he was naked, though, he could get to the meat and potatoes of his job. If he got done early, maybe he'd get to go home early!
Spreading the beach towel out nicely, Pete decided to leave the umbrella down for now. The day wasn't that hot yet, and the sun was not yet high in the sky. He lay his body down, bare ass in the air, and closed his eyes. Sure, business was a cut-throat world, but Pete was a natural. He chuckled to himself as he though, I can do this with my eyes closed.
Of course, with his eyes closed, he couldn't see the look of shock and amazement on the face of David, who was watching intently from the car.
