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  When at last afternoon came, I decided to walk—very nonchalantly—down the beach to where I’d washed up against Kai. I’d go just because I felt like it, not because I was really expecting anything besides a friendly wave from way out by the first line of surf.

  Okay, I admit it. I wasn’t very nonchalant. It took me an hour to decide whether to wear shorts or to hide my thighs with my red-flowered skirt and whether a tank top or my linen blouse with cute buttons looked sexier. As for undies…the sexiest I had—don’t laugh—were the pale blue panties, which were a little too small for me, and the white lace-trimmed bra, the less matronly of the two clean ones.

  Of course I knew I needn’t bother, I mean he was just being polite, right? No way he’d ever set eyes on my underwear. On the other hand my mother hadn’t made me join the Girl Scouts for nothing—I was prepared.

  I finally took myself by the figurative scruff of my own neck and frog walked myself to the beach wearing the pink tank top and the skirt. I left my flip-flops on the crossover from the motel to the beach, put on my shades, and stuck the key to the door of my unit in the pocket of my skirt. I turned left and headed for the spot where I’d met Kai. I saw four surfers way out. No matter how much I squinted through my sunglasses I couldn’t tell—well, yes, one of them might be him—no, no that board was green, his was white. I watched him, whoever he was, gracefully ride a scary-looking wave.

  “Hello.”

  I almost jumped out of my skin. I spun around, as my heart leaped into my throat. Kai stood there, barely two feet from me, smiling that amazing smile of his, the breeze blowing his Bob Marley T-shirt enticingly against his muscled chest.

  “Hi, Kai.” Well didn’t that sound stupid? But he just grinned more broadly. Oh God, what should I say? I have to say something.

  “I thought one of those surfers might be you,” I ventured.

  “I thought I’d walk today,” he said. “For a change. Mind if I join you?”

  Mind? Hell no. Mind if I jump your bones? Damn, will I ever stop this? Did he decide to walk to—gulp—spend time with me?

  In what I hoped was a reasonably normal tone I murmured, “Please do.”

  “Nice day,” he said.

  “Beautiful,” I agreed. And you are the most beautiful thing in it. “And the ocean looks so nice. Aren’t those waves good for surfing?”

  “Most excellent,” he said. “It’s really cooking.”

  “I’m surprised you aren’t out there.”

  “Well.” When I glanced up at him, he shrugged. “I hoped I’d be able to walk with you.”

  My heart jumped around noisily. “He wants to walk with me, he wants to walk with me,” it said. Surely no surfer ignores “most excellent” waves. He really, really does want to spend some time with me.

  Silently we stopped to watch two of the surfers take off, skimming along a six-foot high wave, on and on and on until finally the first one and then the other sank gracefully into the water.

  “Awesome,” he breathed.

  “Are those your friends?” I asked.

  He nodded. “Some of those guys rip—I mean they are fabulous surfers. I’m not so fabulous, but I have fun anyway.”

  I figured he was just being modest.

  I almost said I wished I knew how to surf, but remembered just in time I’d said that before. But it’s true. I do want to learn how. If he volunteers to teach me for a second time… Absolutely positively must stop this. I’m leaving the day after tomorrow. Early.

  The comfortableness of the day before seemed to vanish. He seemed tense, and I was a wreck; a yearning, lustful wreck who was becoming seriously damp between her legs.

  For heaven’s sake, stop with the lust and carry on a rational conversation with him!

  “Do you have a girlfriend?” I couldn’t help myself. I mean, it was out of my mouth before I knew what happened. At least it was in a neutral tone.

  “No. I might like to, but I don’t.”

  “Oh.” Music to my ears. I could barely refrain from twirling about ecstatically.

  “How about you?” he asked. “Husband? Boyfriend?”

  I shook my head. “No one serious.” I refused to count Josh.

  “Do you like it that way?”

  A surprise question. “Hmm. A lot of the time, I’m fine with it. Sometimes…not so fine.” The question made me think twice, and I realized I liked living by myself. Except for the almost-no-sex part. “And you?”

  “Well, I’m not really alone—I have roommates. I have no complaints.” His face became serious, dark brows frowning over very blue eyes. “But really, if I found the right person—if such a person exists—I could imagine settling down, one on one.” He smiled down on me. “That’s the first time I’ve admitted that to anyone, including myself.”

  I smiled back. “I’ve pretty much given up on finding that special someone.”

  “I would think as attractive as you are, you would have lots of men who’d like to be that person for you.”

  “Thanks.” I shrugged. I taught English. I was a little shy. How would I meet men? Besides, I was too old. No man would be interested and… Whoa. He just said I was attractive!

  “Any chance,” a hint of uncertainty edged into his voice, “you’d like to have dinner with me? There’s this place up the beach that makes great seared tuna.”

  “I’d love to,” I said. And then I’d like to jump your bones and— Oh God, I was doing it again.

  ****

  What a great time I had with Kai at dinner. The tension we’d felt before had evaporated. We laughed so hard it hurt. A couple times I almost choked on my tuna. We’d walked up the beach to the Green Turtle Café, picking up our flip-flops at our respective crossovers along the way. After dinner, we carried our sandals, strolling back in the moonlight right along the water’s edge with the tide rolling the ocean back and forth over our ankles.

  We started talking about surfing. “I really would love to teach you.”

  My heart careened happily around my chest. It’s clear he likes me. Does he like me that way? Would he laugh if he knew I’m burning hot for him? Would it seem absurd because of our age difference?

  “I wish I could stay longer.” I glanced up and met his eyes. He was looking down at me his head tilted slightly. “If I could, I would take you up on your nice offer. What does riding a wave feel like?”

  “You are completely in the moment, skimming over the water. It’s almost impossible to describe. It feels totally incredible. When it’s over, you feel happy, and pretty soon, you want to do it again. Kinda like an orgasm.” He cleared his throat as though he were uncomfortable with what he had just said. “It’s as though you are one with nature, one with the wave as you fly along weightless, completely focused, filled with joy.”

  I smiled. “Sounds like an orgasm to me.”

  He laughed heartily, relieved, I thought, that I didn’t mind his having said the word.

  He slipped his arm around my shoulders, and I snaked my arm around his waist feeling the solid muscle. The lustful ache which had been more or less with me all day, shot up about a hundred notches in my pussy and in my breasts.

  How could I be so comfortable with this babe when I was just about drooling, avidly craving to hold him and be held, to kiss, to experience his touch…

  I stopped walking and, struggling to sound normal, I said, “The moon is so big, and look how it’s reflected in the water.” We looked out over the ocean, black and glistening, striped with the white foaming crest of the incoming waves. A path of moonlight stretched from our feet to the horizon. “It’s so beautiful.”

  “This is a beautiful place,” he said. “Why don’t you move down here and teach at the Gemini school?”

  Whoa. The kid really did like me.

  “Very tempting,” I said. “Maybe I’ll check into it for next year.” If you promise to be here…and available.

  I looked up at him. His eyes were luminous in the moonlight. I forgot all about wor
rying that he’d think me too old for him or not pretty enough. I only knew he was an incredibly sexy man, and if he didn’t kiss me now, I’d have to kiss him.

  He took me in his arms, and we kissed. Oh my God, this is really happening! And it’s happening to me! Then, I stopped thinking. I knew nothing but the tantalizing feel of his velvety-smooth, cool lips, gently pressing on my own.

  Desire flared brightly and swept through me like wildfire, igniting my senses, heating my pussy. The way he pushed his body feverishly against mine and the way his lips grew more insistent let me know he felt the same fierce rush.

  Longing to taste more, I brushed my tongue along the entrance to his mouth, testing whether he wanted to go further. His lips parted allowing me to slip between them into the warm, moist, silky softness that lay within. He met me there and our tongues tangled hungrily.

  He ran his hands up and down my sides and back as though he wanted to learn the shape of me—the inward curve of my waist, the outward swoop of my hips. For an awful moment I wondered if he’d find my hips too wide, my ass too big, my breasts insufficient…

  Then I stopped worrying about that stuff. I sank joyfully into the moment, enjoying the enticing fresh-air-and-salt-water taste of his mouth, the smell of the sea air. Or was that the ocean-scent of the surfer boy whose touch was making me shiver with delight?

  He slipped his tongue between my lips, making my body long for another kind of penetration.

  He settled his palms on my ass and pulled me even closer to him, my belly tight against his erection. I sighed softly, and I ran my hands down his back, palms flat down to his taut butt. His body pressed voluptuously against mine, crushing my breasts with his broad chest.

  I wanted him passionately. I wanted him to hold me, to touch me everywhere, to kiss and lick and suck every inch of my body. Shocked by the ferocity of my own desire for Kai, I almost pulled away, yet my aching pussy grew wetter and wetter as his cock swelled, pulsating against me.

  Loving the feel of his body, the solid muscle beneath the velvet skin, I arched against him. I brought my hands slowly up his back, caressed the back of his neck, and tousled his golden hair.

  He ran his hands along the sides of my breasts, and I sighed with pleasure, with wanting more. He stroked my body, down past my waist, my hips, and my thighs. He pulled up my skirt, slipped his hand into the back of my panties, and squeezed my cheeks. Loving what he was doing, I groaned, wishing he would go further, desperately wanting him to…

  I gasped when he reached down underneath me. His warm hand slid, slowly, deliciously, over my pussy.

  “Mmm,” he said. “You are so ready.”

  Ready? I was so damned ready that if he didn’t fuck me in the next ten seconds, I was going to scream.

  He slid his finger into my aching core. I groaned and clutched his head, bringing his lips to mine again.

  His fingers rubbed my inner walls, stroking deep inside me, bringing me the most exquisite pleasure until I thought I couldn’t bear it one more second. Yet I did as the fiery sensation blossomed, filling me, flaming up into my belly until I exploded, flying into a million pieces.

  He hugged me hard and said, “Let’s go find a proper bed.”

  Even though I’m well aware of the perils of sex in the sand, at that point I simply didn’t give a shit. My desire was too urgently demanding.

  “No. Here.” My voice shook. “Now. Please, now. Right here.”

  “Yes,” he said. “Yes, you pretty woman.”

  Is that how he saw me or had he forgotten my name? I didn’t care. I just needed to have him inside me. Immediately.

  He sensibly glanced up and down the beach. “There’s no one in sight.” He took my hand and led me right next to the water. “Right here, where the sand is wet and packed down, so it won’t get all over us and inside you. Your skirt…it’ll protect you from the sand, but it’ll get wet, sandy. We’ll get wet.”

  “I don’t care,” I cried.

  He took a condom from a pocket, pulled off his shorts and threw them toward the dune. His cock looked huge in the moonlight. I wanted to laugh with happiness. I took off my panties and, laughing, threw them into the darkness above the gleaming ocean.

  He laid me down with my skirt spread out beneath me, the rolling water to one side of me, dry beach on the other. Our gazes locked as he knelt between my legs. He smiled at me. Could I clone him and take him back to New York? And if he didn’t hurry and put that big cock of his into my aching…

  His hands warm and sure, he gently pushed my thighs apart. He bent and licked my clit. Oh my God, I’d forgotten all about that possibility. He flicked his tongue across it, over and over, faster and faster. The sweet feeling grew and blossomed as he licked and sucked. Groaning, overwhelmed with sweet sensation, I pushed his fair head hard against myself. I wanted more and yet more until, with a joyful shout, I flew off into the universe like an exploding star.

  I’d barely tumbled back to this planet when I saw him above me, slipping the condom onto his cock, which in the moonlight looked almost as big as the one in my dream. Hell, this was all better than any dream. He entered me. Slowly, his velvety warmth filled my pussy as he slid deeper and then deeper still as I tilted my hips and rose to meet him. Has anything ever felt this amazing?

  “You feel so good,” he said, his voice sounding a little strangled. “Incredible.”

  He paused and leaned down and kissed me deeply, bringing the taste of my own excitement on his lips, his tongue. Then he—we—moved, gently at first, both of us sighing at the luscious sensation. Then faster, harder. I brought my hips to meet him, stroke for stroke, harder and harder, faster and faster. Some of the sand beneath my feet slipped away and the tide lapped gently against one side of us, cooling and wetting us a little.

  I heard myself crying out as I came with that most intense and exquisite of pleasures.

  He plunged into me again and again and again, until I could barely stand the intensity of the sensations that overwhelmed me.

  Without withdrawing, he lifted my legs and pushed them, knees bent, toward me, as he watched me intently. I gasped. Oh my God. If it were humanly possible to become yet more aroused than I already was, the intensely passionate expression on his face at that moment would have made me do so.

  His expression turned to one almost of agony. I could no longer meet his gaze but rolled my head from side to side, moaning. His cock swelled inside me. He groaned and cried out. My heart and soul lurched toward him as he exploded. The world turned black and all I knew was a wave of overwhelming almost intolerable pleasure shooting through me.

  ****

  I lay there with that hunky surfer boy on top of me, the moon three-quarters full above us, the ocean gleaming right beside us. I smiled, surprised at myself for being so bold. And enormously pleased that I had been.

  “You felt amazing,” he said.

  “You, too.”

  “There was so much more I would have liked to do with you, but I…I wanted you so badly, I rushed things—”

  I laughed. If he thought that was rushed, he should have met Josh. “I thought I was the one who rushed things. I wanted you. I wanted you inside of me. I couldn’t wait.”

  He rolled off me right into the water, soaking his T-shirt, his sole garment.

  I sat up. “Your T-shirt…”

  “The water feels so good,” he said. “I feel like jumping in.”

  “Let’s do it,” I said.

  He stood. No way around it, he was an awesome sight. The muscles of his chest and arms rippled in the moonlight as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it onto the beach.

  Uncomfortably aware of my partial nakedness, I pulled my skirt around to cover my hips and thighs. He gave me his hand and I stood, holding the skirt modestly around me. He brushed the back of it.

  “Got some sand off,” he said. “But there’s still plenty sticking to the fabric.” He sounded very cheerful. And that’s how I felt. Here I was on a moonlit beach with a guy
handsome enough to be a movie star with whom I had just had some absolutely awesome sex and whose company I totally enjoyed.

  But sex or no sex, no way I wanted to get naked in front of him. I didn’t want him to see that mine was not a twenty-year-old’s killer body. Things had moved a little south since my twenties and there was more of me. But what the hell, I was going to go skinny-dipping anyway.

  He stooped and picked up his T-shirt and shorts. “Tide’s coming in,” he said. “We better put our clothes a little farther from the water.”

  I nodded and tottered a few steps up the beach after him.

  “Don’t look,” I said before taking anything off.

  He gazed at me, head tilted. “Okay,” he said, “though I would very much like to.” And he turned his broad, beautifully muscled back on me.

  I pulled off my shirt, my bra, and my skirt, which was very sandy indeed. I’d become so self-conscious that I almost—but not quite—forgot to observe how good he looked naked from behind. The stark gray and black of the moonlight emphasized the musculature of his back, his derrière, his legs. The man was simply gorgeous—everywhere.

  As though he sensed my insecurity, he reached his hand behind himself. “Hold my hand if you like. I promise not to peek.”

  We entered the water, Kai’s head averted and me feeling ridiculous about my modesty but also rapturously happy and yes, aroused. Still or again, I didn’t know which.

  The cool, dark water caressed my body as we walked hand in hand toward the bright moon. While the water at its lowest was at my waist height, the incoming waves would whirl right up to my shoulders. We went a little farther to chest height for me. I had to jump to keep from being submerged when a wave came rushing to shore.

  “May I face you now?” Thank goodness he sounded more amused than annoyed.

  I said he could, and he turned and put his arms around me. We jumped the incoming waves together. Although being a good bit shorter than Kai, I was the only one who really needed to do so to keep my head above the foaming water. Then he lifted me and kissed me long and deeply. I put my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and still kissing, he walked out a little farther. Now it was so deep he had to jump each wave to keep our heads above the water. The ocean gleamed and swirled and bubbled sensually around us.