Story: Part 4

Hey people.

Here's part 4 of the story.
Just to clear things out a bit...there are TWO guys...the swimmer and the grafiti artist, (just for the sake of explaining)
I'm giving them names just to take off confusion. the names mean nothing, they not refare to anyone...i asked a friend of mine for random names to be sure they have no significance with me...so no assumtions.

hope u like it

Part 4

A small stone landed on his head. He looked up. Standing on the top of the wall he was currently using as his canvas was a figure silhouetted against the light. He smiled.
As he pulled off his gas mask and sat on the floor facing the sea, the figure lowered itself onto its hands and hung from the wall and let itself drop the two stories onto the rocks just centimeters away from him.
The figure was a girl. She was five foot something, with hair reaching down to her mid back. It was perfectly straight and was littered with ribbons and beads and plaits. She had a thin waist but relatively abundant breasts. The perfect size for her, he thought. She wore a tight brown tank-top, and army green hot-pants showing off her well formed legs. She had a round face, slightly pale but her cheeks and nose were red from the sun. She had a brown backpack over her shoulders, and a small short haired brown monkey sitting on her shoulder. It leapt off her landing on his cap and leaned over the brim looking him in the eye.
“Alex, your pest is looking at me funny.”
“It’s cause he likes you.”
“Do you blame him?”
“Max the modest!”
Max smiled “Just make sure he doesn’t crap on me.”
“Pest is perfectly potty-trained.”
Alex looked up at the wall she had just come down. The work Max was doing on it was really coming along. He really is amazing.
“You like?”
“It’s not finished; I can’t really say can I?”
“Yeah right.”
“Who’s the modest one now?”
“Sit down will you?”
She sat down, and pulled her backpack round and dropped it gently between her legs. She pulled out two beers and handed one to Max.
“Cheers.”
Click. Fizz.
“No crisps?”
She looks over at him with a bit of a frown. “I’m sorry no!”
“Liar.”
“What? Seriously I didn’t get any.”
“I know you got them, come on, stop trying to be a pain.”
“How do you know?”
“Pest is still looking at your bag expectantly.”
She looked at the monkey who had moved down onto Max’s knee. “Traitor,” she pulled out a packet of crisps and threw it to Max.
“Cheers again,” he said opening it, “and here’s to you my friend.” He let a handful fall onto the ground in front of Pest who hopped down from his knee.
“Its horrible how all males gang up on us poor defenseless females.”
He almost choked on his beer. “Defenseless?”
“Shut up!” she said, and punched him on the arm.
Two minutes later, it had already bruised.
After the first beer, He got up to continue his wall. He never considered it being anyone else’s wall, only Alex and he ever saw it, not counting anyone off a boat, and he had been working on it for ages. So it was his wall.
Alex stayed in the shade of his wall, although a bit off to the left, to keep away from the fumes of the spray, reading a book she had brought along, while absent-mindedly throwing peanuts for Pest to catch.
They spent ages like this. Both were not exactly people who loved chatting and therefore found company in each other by just being in the same area.
He pulled away from his wall, stepping back to see the whole. She looked over as he pulled his mask off and took a sip of beer. He was not extremely built, but he was fit. His shoulder where slightly broad and his chest was nothing to look at twice. His arms and stomach where well formed though, and all in all he had a good body.
As the beer can came down he took another look at the wall and smiled.
My God! He really is gorgeous.
Alex looked down hurriedly blushing to her-self, then through another peanut to Pest, who had been waiting patiently.

***to be continued***


GBU

Xmunson