Schoolboys have such a vivid imagination when it comes to sex. My most lasting cinematic memory, from days of afternoon truancy to the local cinema, is hunky Burt Lancaster and demure Deborah Kerr, cavorting on the water’s edge in From Here to Eternity. (“Nobody ever kissed me the way you did.”)In our boarding school’s dormitory, we would endlessly discuss what happened next when, for propriety’s sake, the Hays Office demanded that the torrid beach scene be faded from the screen.”Well I reckon old Burt definitely did her,” came a confident voice from the corner. “You could see his boner under his swimming trunks. Bet he came a big load.” This was greeted with a universal “Whoah!”Earlier this year, I recalled that sexy beach scene, while holidaying on Spain’s Kuşadası escort Costa del Sol. I had rented a small apartment near a quiet beach and was getting down to working on the first draft of my second novel. Daily distractions from my writing routine were usually coffees in the bar below the apartment block in the morning or lunchtime Cuba Libres on the terrace of the little beach bar.The gamine waitress who always served me was certainly not in sultry Miss Kerr’s class, but she made a trim figure in her faded blue denim shorts, with long, beautifully tanned legs.One afternoon, emboldened by two Cuba Libres, I asked her, as she set my third drink down in front of me: “Is your tan all over?””For sure!””Where do Kuşadası escort bayan you sunbathe – on your balcony?””No, senor. On the naturist beach in the next bay.””The next bay, you say?””For sure, senor. Just three hundred metres away.” She cocked her head knowingly, to indicate the direction.”Hey, I might give it a try this afternoon.”She gave a wry smile. “You will like it, I know. Much fun happens there most afternoons.” She idly wiped the table top, clearly willing to prolong our chat.”Fun?””Naughty things.””Really? Between couples?””For sure. Often they don’t mind if people watch. Girl-on-girl action sometimes. And of course, many men playing together.”Being bi-curious, the latter category of beach activity bodrum escort bayan immediately caught my attention and I resolved to stroll along to see if I could find some action. I can be easily distracted from work if sex is on the agenda.My waitress smiled knowingly at me as, half-an-hour later, I left the terrace. “Hasta la vista, senor.”It was a blisteringly hot afternoon. The sort you often encounter on the Spanish costas in mid-September. The golden sands were shimmering in the heat haze and, as far I could discern, there were precious few shady spots. A handful of middle-aged naturists, wearing broad-brimmed sun hats, were walking disconsolately up and down along the shoreline. ‘No sign of hot action at this hour,’ I thought.Under a small stand of conifers, I dumped my bag and stripped off. Should I sunbathe or go for a swim? The decision was made for me when who should I see ambling down the path to the beach, but my lovely bar waitress. Now topless, all she was wearing was her faded blue shorts. Her long tanned legs looked more appealing than ever.