domino43 | More Than Words Can Say

Got it done. Sorry it took so long. ETA:I guess I should explain that this is going to be done as a "flashback" for pretty much the rest of the story. Thanks to Anita for pointing that out to me.

"No. I'm sorry, but you guys are not getting me out on the water again." A chorus of protests came at Viggo. He interrupted them, laughing. "Not after what happened last time. I think I'll stay safe on the shore, thanks." With that, he swung his camera strap around his neck. He still had quite a nice shiner from the last time they'd tried teaching him how to surf. He was having no more of it.

Karl glanced at the other guys behind Viggo's back. "He's probably right, mates. He is pretty OLD to be learning how to surf." He smiled when Viggo stopped dead in his tracks. Karl passed him, a satisfied grin on his face.

Unbeknownst to Karl, Viggo took off his camera and silently handed it to Orlando. "I'll show you too old..." He jumped on Karl's back, shifted his weight and made them tumble to the ground. They wrestled around for a moment before their attention was drawn away down the beach by raucous cheering.

"What the fuck?" Karl stood and grabbed his board, heading in the direction of the noise. The rest of the guys followed. There was a crowd gathered in a half-circle at the water's edge. Karl craned his neck to see what was going on. He let out a chuckle when he realized it was a little surfing challenge.

"Who's next?" an American female voice called out.

Karl edged his way through the crowd to the front, planting his board firmly in the sand. "Mind if I have a go, love?"

"If you think you're man enough."

A collective, "ooh" rose from the onlookers. Karl just smiled. "I'm sure I can handle it."

They headed out into the water. When the first wave came, Karl took it. The cheers from the shore had no effect on his riding, but the sudden, shrill cheer from behind broke his concentration. Whipping his head around, he saw the girl catch a wave close behind him. She smiled at him and lifted her bikini top, exposing her breasts. Caught off guard, Karl lost his balance and fell backward off his board. After her wave washed over him, he watched her glide smoothly over the water as her wave disappeared. He shook his head in disbelief before paddling back to shore.

"You play dirty for a Sheila that's so far from home..."

She beamed, "L.A., born and raised, baby!"

"That explains the surfing." He smiled slyly, adding, "and the dirty move. Afraid you'd lose otherwise?"

"I could beat you fair and square any day."

"Care to make that an official challenge?"

"Name the day and time and I'll be here."

"How about right now?"

"You can't do it today. We've gotta get back to the hotel before lunch," one of her friends interjected. She frowned.

"No good. Tomorrow?"

"No good for me. I have to work tomorrow. When else are you free?"

Her friend interrupted again after glancing at her watch, "Come on. We've got to go!" She grabbed the girl's arm and started dragging her away.

"I'll be here every morning for the next two weeks. Bring your board. Unless you're chicken," she yelled to him.

Just as she was about to disappear to the parking lot, Karl called after her. "Hey! What's your name?"

She pulled herself free from her friends grasp. "Anita."

"Well, you'd better be ready for a savage beating, Anita." Almost as an afterthought he added, "By the way. My name's Karl." Just then, she got pulled away by the whole group of girls with her.

And just for Good measure...

Some WET Karl.