A. G. Harrison 
Black Windows 

The surf was not as high here as some he had pushed through in the past. All the same, he slowed down after crossing the reef line and the surf died away. By now, both women were standing there on the beach and it looked like they were wearing only bras and panties. His eyes took in the exposed flesh as he let a lecherous smile spread across his face. He pinched himself to see if he was dreaming and jumped at the pain. This was real and he was not in heaven either.