A kiss

The two of us head down to the shore. Being a weekday, there aren't many people around, but that's fine by me. Hell, it makes things more relaxing than having to deal with everyone's snotty little kids running amuck.

"Wanna go for a stroll?" Tom asks.

"Sure."

When we get down to the beach, Tom says "You come here often?"

"Not really."

"Guess the water would mess up your mohawk."

"Eh, my hair will stay on, and that's the main thing."

"True."

"So if you're not chasing blondes on the beach, what are you doing?"

"Heh. Just relaxing really."

"That it? Thought you'd be bit of a surfer? You have that look to you."

"Eh, not really."

"Maybe we should try it some time."

"We?"

I shrug. "Always up for something new."

"Sounds like a date."

I raise an eyebrow. "A date?"

"Well I mean, it does. Doesn't it?" There's a hint of nervous laughter after his statement.

"Hmmm..." I mean, Tom is pretty attractive, and whilst he might be a bit of a slacker, he's a genuinely nice guy. All he needs is a bit of guidance.

"That a no?" His voice carries a hint of anxiety.

"Well, there are some things you should know."

"Like?"

I swivel my head to make sure no one else is in ear shot. "Well first, I am a professional dom. I mean I can stop, but I'm booked for the rest of the month."

"Really?"

"Yep. You okay with that?"

"Sure. Anything else?"

"I don't date boys who aren't good kissers."

Before I can blink, Tom pulls me in for a deep, passionate smooch, his hands daring to squeeze on my ass. As our tounges wrestle, I begin to understand why the blondes fawned over him. Eventually our lips part, and we look each other in the eyes.

"How did I do?" Tom says.

"Passed with flying colors."

"Heh. So, anything else?"

"I like going out for dinner."

"Well I'm free tonight, so why not?"

"You must know a few places?"

"That I do."

"How about you surprise me then?"

We spend some more time relaxing on the beach, before heading back home to get ready for our date.