Fatal Attraction II: Beach Nite

It was about seven o'clock before I worked my way to the beach on the D-Day. I thought I would have another hour to kill, but when I arrived, the beach was already full of people. I quickly drove back to my crib and changed my clothes for the evening. In seconds, I was dressed in a white shorts and shirt set. I took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds. Then slowly, I let the air ease from my lungs. After a couple of more of the exercises, I started to feel more confident. It was in the swing of my arms and the movement of my eyes. I was a lady killer on the move now.

The effect was amazing. As I entered the party scene, several ladies made direct eye contact only to break off the contact with a slight smile and a downward glance. There were even a few prim and proper ladies that felt that direct eye contact was too forward but had no problems sneaking peeks at my butt. I smiled. It felt good to be noticed and appreciated.

I joined into the party, mixing and mingling as a proper gentleman. I talked with a couple people, but quickly excused myself. I was not in the mood to do small talk about anything. So I decided to walk up the beach a little. The hotel staffs were rushing to get fires hot for the bonfire. As I watched the hotel employees continue to set everything up, I found myself looking out to the sea. I must have been really drawn into the scene because I never saw Cynthia step up behind me.

"Hello Stranger,” she greeted me.

Unlike the other ladies on the beach, she was not wearing a thong bikini to show that magnificent bottom that I knew was there. Nor was she wearing the string tops to reveal her breasts to the world. However, she didn't have that need. Standing in a simple white mini cotton sun dress that hung loosely over her body, she radiated a confidence and a beauty that no other lady on the beach could match.

"Hello," I responded. "So you decided to come after all, huh?"

I had expected this to be an awkward moment full of fear and apprehension. However, it was like we were old friends that had not seen each other in years. There was a level of comfort and calmness. I was at peace.

"Of course, I knew who was going to be here," she answered with a slight grin.

I smiled back a grateful smile

"Would you like to go on a walk, while they are setting everything up? I love to walk along the beach during a sunset." She added!

"Oh that would be great,” I answered.

We walked and talked along the beach. Conversation was easy with her. Our experience seems to compliment each other like the beach complimented the sea. The more we walked the fewer people that I saw on the beach. In a few minutes of walking, we suddenly had the beach to ourselves. In the distance, we could see the fires and crowds of people.

I found myself staring at the horizon. The half of the sun that was still showing was creating a rainbow of colors on the horizon. It was a beautiful sight that stirred emotions deep inside of me. As I blended with the scene, I felt Cynthia's hand slip into mine. Turning so that I could see her, I saw that she too was watching nature reveal her most beautiful treasure, the sunset at sea. I found myself staring at the most sensual creature alive, Cynthia.

In the fading light, her face came alive. Her eyes had a sparkle of excitement, while her lips were moist and smooth. The contour of her jaw accented the height of her cheek bone. Everything from her long eyes lashes to the texture of her skin seems to call to me.

I lifted my free hand slowly toward her chin. She smiled, and I knew that it was okay. Reaching her chin, I gently tilted her head back and leaned forward to meet those God sent lips. As we meet, it was like magic. I could feel the vibration of her lips as I allowed only the most gentle of kisses. The kiss was obviously different from the hard and aggressive kiss that she was expecting.

Yet, I could tell that she was not disappointed. She dropped my hand, and put them both of arms around my neck. Following her lead, I let my hands fall around her waist. First gently, and then stronger, I pulled her body into mine. She responded by running her hands through my hair.

I could feel her kisses change. Now her lips were slightly apart and were massaging my lips with each kiss. As I started to massage the small of her back, we moved into a French kiss that would have excited any male mortal.

The kiss was long as we merged and explored each other's mouth. I could feel my head starting to get fuzzy. As I concentrated on the sensations of the kiss and the warmth of her back, I felt a pressure pulling me down to the sand. Letting myself go, we slide to the sand. In a sensual embrace, we kissed the kiss of passion.

As the night grew, the full moon provided the soft light. The ocean waves provided the background music. We provided the pleasure. We kissed and made @#$% (bleep) for hours. The blood that flowed through our veins boiled as we drove each other to the outer limits of human pleasure. Our hearts pounded. Our eyes danced. Our cries of pleasures filled the night. The night was complete.

When I awoke the next day, I knew that the world cannot be as bad as people thought. I smiled and was content.