It was my first time ever to the ocean. Damn near thirty years old and I'd never been to one. Largest body of water I'd ever seen was Lake Erie when I was a young boy. It was a nice trip, but the water was too cold and the most I'd set foot in it was literally just that! Anyway, this was my first time to the ocean. I was off vacationing on my own for the first time in years and decided that, to hell with it, I was going to live it up. The first couple days were pleasant, really. Sight-seeing through a couple of cities and taking in the many tourist attractions and traps about. The third day I'd finally made it, the large, large body of water so clear and pristine, the breeze light, causing small waves to crash upon the shore. That was really nice, feeling soggy sand squish between my toes with each step. Eventually I came across a somewhat secluded rock formation tucked away to the side. It'd seen very little use from the look of things so I decided what the hell. My first time at the beach, I was going to get nude and enjoy it. Turns out I wasn't the only one there. Another tourist, all the way from across this ocean had made his way to the same beach, with the same idea. Just as I turned around, stepping out of my shorts he stood there, dripping water and wearing nary a stitch like myself. I'll never forget seeing that half-crooked grin as he stepped in closer.

I should add that he was my first eastern dragon, as well......