It does sound like fun and I can’t remember the last time I had what some people would call a huge summer blowout. I’m not much for seafood, but fresh mussels with garlic butter dipping sauce sure hits the spot.
“I will make sure to bring plenty of butter. It’s got to be dripping in it for me to enjoy it. Add a little bit of salt and pepper and I’m in heaven.” My mouth is watering and I’m thinking about the sumptuous feast underneath that dress, begging for the satisfying hand of a military man.
She punches my arm. “I’m glad we met. It’s not every day I find a fellow surfing enthusiast. I’ve lost touch with my surfer buddies over the years. It’s not uncommon for people who were friends as children to drift apart. I have a good feeling about you.”
Ch 3 – April
“OOH, are you alright? That one looked like it hurt,” I ask as Gage face-plants again.
I have never seen a person crash and burn that many times with a smile on their face. He doesn’t have to say it; I already know he has never been on a surfboard. I do find his attempt to learn new things quite telling about his character.
He fell off more times than he was actually on it, but he looks like he is having the time of his life. It’s a little infectious to hear him laughing every time the waves crash into him. He comes up spluttering, with his chest heaving and those muscles rippling from the effort.
“I have a confession to make. This is my first time on a surfboard, but it won’t be the last. I never knew how much balance and concentration it took to surf. There is a lot of skill involved,” he expresses with the water dripping off his perfect broad shoulders and tan chest.
I’m sitting here admiring his lack of form. There’s something refreshing about seeing it through somebody else’s eyes for the first time.
The ice age of my romantic life is slowly thawing underneath his hot stare and I am sure glad that I have a private beach just outside of my rental home.
“It’s a good thing it doesn’t require a lot of thinking, I have forgotten what it’s like to let everything go. Time continues to move forward, and we need to take chances. Regrets can make you look back and realize that you should have done something when you had the opportunity,” I finish speaking and he’s leaning forward about to kiss me.
I could easily put my finger to his lips to stop him, but I can’t bring myself to do it. His lips are soft and warm as they gently press to mine with this inviting aphrodisiac to do something out of character. My days of being fancy-free and sleeping around are supposed to be over. But...there’s nothing I can do about this overwhelming need for satisfaction bottled up inside of me.
I lie back in the sand with the sun just peeking over his shoulder. We have a few hours before the corn boil and my body craves feeling him touch me. It’s yearning for a single moment of unrestrained passion. As he sensually kisses me again, his hand moves down into the waistband of my board shorts to find that I’m already soaking wet for him.
“I can stop if that’s what you want...it’s not what I want. The only thing I have been thinking about all day is kissing you like that. Once was never going to be enough,” he stresses with one finger tracing the wetness of my slit.
I grab his wrist, but it’s not to stop him. “This is my vacation and what happens at the beach house stays at the beach house. I got the idea to rent this place when I received photographs from the wedding on the beach. Shane and Amber looked really happy. I miss that kind of undying devotion in my life.”
His hand is on the back of my neck and he gently releases my breast from the captivity of my bikini top. I’m at the mercy of his piercing blue eyes and I feel open to his raw, animalistic gaze. There’s something about the way he looks at me that turns me into someone I don’t recognize.
She has always been there, but it takes someone like Gage to bring her back to life.
The kiss is hot and fueled by the way that my libido is expressing itself. I’m able to trace his nipples with my fingernails before lightly flicking them to make him groan in protest. I’m not looking to make a grown man cry unless it’s a feral scream of approval.
His finger returns to my lower lips and is moving back and forth at a steady pace until he plunges knuckle-deep inside of me. I’m facing my biggest temptation to date and I don’t want to be the good girl everybody is counting on. I grind against him with the palm of his hand rubbing my mound. He has reawakened my inner desires to those sensations crawling over my skin. I lie there, shaking, with my feet kicking against the sand.
“You really shouldn’t have done that. I should have warned you, but it’s too late to go back.” I jump on top of him and straddle his waist with my hands firmly on his chest.
The board shorts are soaking wet as a reminder of the orgasm that reached down deep inside of me. I’ve become the woman from the past. It’s easy to scratch him lightly before reaching into his black swim trunks to feel the heat of his masculine piece of dynamite getting ready to explode.
“Is there anything I can do to change your mind?” he asks with no real conviction.
I shake my head back and forth until I am tugging on the waistband with my teeth to reveal the periscope of his excitement.
I grab it between my crimson lips to taste the indulgence of the first droplets. It’s sticky and sweet at the same time. This isn’t like me. I don’t do things like this back in the real world. It’s the reason why I have to cast aside any doubts. The pleasure of being with a man who knows how to touch me in the right way is too hard to resist.
It would be that way for any woman.
Inch by inch it comes into view, until I see the magnitude of what I’m getting myself into. It’s impressive and quite daunting to my eyes which are bugging out of my skull. I curl my digits, with my blood-red nails barely touching the other side. My mouth opens and I drool hotly down the length of his manhood until he is slippery wet.
“I think you should just lie there and enjoy what’s going to happen.” My mouth takes him into the heated oven of my persuasion until only a couple of inches remain.
I compensate for my lack of deep throat skills by using my hand around the base to encourage the seed in his boys to boil. I’m having fun seeing him squirm and thrust his fingers into the sand, with some of it flying into my hair.
He grabs my head with both hands, getting a firm grip on those fake platinum locks. His inner reserve of strength comes into focus when he thrusts from the sand into my mouth. My throat opens up temporarily, but I manage to stifle my gag reflex. It’s only for a brief moment but it’s more than enough to seal his fate.
That vein throbs like a heartbeat against my tongue and the head grows in diameter until he begins to pulse. I feel the sizzling touch of his essence over and over again. He paintbrushes my tongue and creates this abstract art. His vocal declaration is followed by these strong, uninhibited moans of denial. This soon leaves him breathless on the sand with my hands still wrapped around him.
“I did try to warn you. I’m not sure what comes over me after an unbridled kiss. It awakens something inside of me. It doesn’t look like you’re any worse for wear. You might need to catch your second wind, but a certain part of you is ready for more,” I refer to the way that his member is still strong and virile, courtesy of my experienced hands keeping those home fires burning inside of him.