Flasher Fiction Friday - Is That a Pineapple in Your Pocket?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, this Friday I return to my first recurring blog contribution, the Friday Flash Fiction. A group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a picture prompt. After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday!

Gripping the ice-filled tumbler, Bea placed the cool glass against her belly. Her mind swirling from the effects of an earlier couple of mai-tai drinks, the mojito launched her into a full-on alcohol buzz. The man smiled broadly in her direction, while the woman whispered something in his ear.
He slid off the underwater bar stool and swam in Bea’s direction. Reaching the pool ladder, his muscled torso tensely rippled from using his abdominals to hoist himself up out of the water. Dripping across the concrete, he exuded confidence and heady sexuality with his swagger. “How'd you like your drink?” 

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Comments

Muffy Wilson said…
Oh, yeah....I am loving this drink more and more!! Bring 'em on! So sexy of you Davee, I could actually SEE everything. Very well written with such a few action packed words:) xo
November 8, 2013 at 9:14 AM
Naomi Shaw said…
Sexy! This pineapple is an aphrodisiac and the story is going places. Great flash
November 8, 2013 at 9:20 AM
Julian Spong said…
Great flash. I wonder if Bea ever got to finish her drink
November 8, 2013 at 9:22 AM
gemma parkes said…
Excellent flash! Shaken, not stirred!
November 8, 2013 at 3:23 PM
Anonymous said…
Sounds as though she will have some fun. Great flash :-)
November 8, 2013 at 4:34 PM
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