Classic Beach Reads Novels & Stories

It was a hot day in June and Mavis and I were lying on the beach. It's around afternoon and the temperature is peaking at around 32 degrees. Hot but not hot enough to make the thousands of people at the beach seek the cold shadows. The water is calm and warm, so most of the kids and some of their parents played around in the shallow parts next to the beach. Some of the more confident and able teenagers go swimming deeper into the sea. Some of the people sunbathing were covered with sand. It's almost impossible to find a spot for a towel. A lot of the people on the beach are elderly, mostly from other countries. But younger families and teenagers are the ones who I pay attention to. Especiall

Sex with Aeon was like a marathon, he never got satisfied with just one round and so was I. I didn’t look at him as I made my way across the beach to where Siera was lounging in one of the beach chairs, a pocketbook raised in hand parallel to her face, but she was obviously not reading but checking the view in front of her. I sat on the chair next to her and faced the direction she was looking at. "What are you reading?" "Huh?" She laid the book on her lap before she looked at me. "Oh, this. Under the Moonlight by Cassandra M."

the bellhop replied, "but if you really want to be topless or whatever on the beach, you can go to Spot Bay on the northeast corner of the island, after the end of road. There's a really nice beach there, Long Beach, and everyone knows that it's a nude beach at the far end where the bluffs begin, but nobody bothers about it because nobody causes any trouble. Now, there are gangs of local young men that hang out there hoping to meet a tourist who might be looking for a bit of excitement, so if you go there, don't be surprised if you're approached." "Thanks," Zach said, handing him a $100 bill. "Hey, thanks!" the bellhop said, his dark face lighting up. "And another thing, sort of a thing that

“Maybe in a bit.” Her fingers trailed up my neck. “Come on…” I was about to harshly brush her off when my phone buzzed. Saved by the bell PI: “They’re on the beach now.” A jolt ran through me. I turned to Clarissa with renewed energy. “Babe,” I said smoothly, “you want a dive, right? I heard the other side of the beach has some of the best views including special diving spots, too.” Her eyes lit up. “Really? What are we waiting for?!”

Some said he was dead and washed up on some nameless shore. However, Caitlin received a postcard every year. No signature. No return address. Just one sentence was written on it. [Tell her I’m still looking for her.] Caitlin kept the postcards in a drawer, together with my diary. Sometimes she took them out, looked at them, and said, “Two silly kids.” One who loved until death. One who only understood love at death. The Sicily’s sun rose as it always did, shining over the garden of the Corleone family’s mansion and over the swing… now overgrown with wildflowers, covering the blood Lisa once spilled there.

Jessica exclaimed brightly. "Well, as you wish, Jess. But...actually, Eve and I...have a schedule to go to Ubud, and then to Nusa Penida, to see the beautiful,; 'Kelingking Beach' which is famous for its towering cliffs and cliff-like scenery. It resembles a Tyrex dinosaur and underneath is beautiful white sand. Then to; 'Crystal Bay Beach, where you can snorkel and enjoy the beauty of the underwater world, then on to; 'Angel's Billabong, this is like a natural pool that is part of the sea with a unique view of the rocks that were once said to be believed to be the bathing place of the Goddesses. Lastly we can see;

Justin POV The sun dipped low on the horizon, a golden glow casting over the calm waters surrounding my yacht. I leaned against the balcony railing, a glass of wine in my hand. Isabella lay stretched out on the outdoor sofa, her legs curled slightly, her hair spilling over the cushions in soft waves. A book rested in her hands, its cover sporting the title The Glass Castle. Occasionally, she reached for the bowl of strawberries and grapes beside her. She smiled as she read, her fingers grazing the fruit before popping one into her mouth.

Colourful bikinis greatly occupied everywhere with young ladies marvelling at the sight of the seawaves and husky men showcasing huge shoulders, their boxershorts revealing half of their thigh. Linda Solanke flinched, girdled by mirth and inestimable joy with her bikini clinging tightly to her body frame with a tanned derm and hat shoving away the beams of light illuminating from the clouds. She silently giggled with garbling glee, running - her legs squibbling with the beachsand as she endeavoured not to destroy any sand- castles to avoid pleading with a crying kid for hours or being seen as a wicked elderly. It was herculean to calm down a kid and she wasn't a patient one. His voice cracke

But the room was otherwise very nice, and opened right out onto the beach. Before long, we had all changed into our bathing suits and were sitting on the beach sipping free drinks and laughing about our predicament. There's really no better feeling than that buzz you get from the first drink of the afternoon, particularly when you're drinking outside in nice weather. I was feeling good, and I couldn't help but stare at Lara and Stephanie. The sight of a beautiful, slender girl in a bikini is pretty intoxicating in and of itself, particularly when you've just endured a brutally long winter (it had been snowing when we drove to the airport that morning). Both Lara and Stephanie looked fabulous

The july morning could not be more beautiful as Riven looked out into the water. The sea was like a mirror, already there was heat shimmer rising from the pebbles of the beach. Riven pulled on a pair of beach shorts as his girlfriend, Wrenda donned a pair of her bikini bottoms. They both walked out of the back door onto the beach and down to the sea for a refreshing dip. He lagged behind slightly so he could cunningly be able to see her perfect bottom wiggle in her bikini briefs.