Amanda wanted to walk on the beach. Paul knew there was a big storm coming in over night but he also knew that was why Amanda wanted to go. The beach at night with the wind whipping her hair, the waves crashing, the moon peaking in and out between the clouds. That was one of Amanda's happy places. Her other happy place was safe in Paul's arms; he figured he could give her both this night.
Dinner was delightful, a seaside restaurant watching the sunset as the first clouds of the storm rolled in. The laughed about the lack of edamame on the menu as he watched Amanda incrementally relax through out the night. Work flowing away with the tide as relaxation and safety settled over her like a golden haze of comfort.
By the time they walked out of the restaurant hand in hand they both knew that tonight was going to be perfect. Grabbing the blankets from Amandas truck they hopped in the car and started driving to the beach not far away. As soon as the car was in drive Amanda slid her hand from Paul's hand to his lap. As her hand settled on his thigh Paul knew what she wanted and shifted his legs just a bit wider. Always happy to give Amanda anything she needed.
Smiling Amanda shifted so her hand could caress Paul's cock that was already hard and waiting. Knowing the trip to the beach wasn't far Amanda didn't take things too far, but she wanted to make sure Paul knew that she was (as always) craving much more than just his charming smile and quick wit.
As the approach the beach Paul asks if she has her sweater, he knows she gets cold and with the wind picking up and the spray of the water he is hoping she will bring it. Much to his dismay Amanda reply's that she is leaving it in the car to help her warm up when they get back.
As soon as the car is in park Amanda jumps out and breathes in the stormy sea air. The skirt of her sundress flutters in the wind as her shoes land on the floor board of the car so her feet can feel the sand. Smiling and a bit exasperated, Paul gets out of the car, removes his shoes and grabs the bag with the blankets. He stuffs his own sweater in the bag, maybe he can convince her to wear it when she gets cold.
As Paul looks up he can see Amanda walking on the sand, her hair moving with the wind and her feet sinking into the warm sand with each step. As she looks back to see if he is coming she smiles and Paul's breath is caught in his throat. Her excitement in this moment is radiant, never has there been a more beautiful site.
Shifting both the bag and his growing erection Paul starts forward to catch up with Amanda and to keep her safe and warm.
People are leaving the beach as they are walking on. Amanda smiles, waved at the children, catches a run away sun hat and makes sure it gets back to the baby that lost it in the wind. Paul is there, watching, waiting, praising as Amanda beams and soaks up everything she loves about this moment.
Walking down the beach they find a secluded patch of still warm beach sand. Far from the lights of the houses on the shore and protected on three sides from the eyes of those still braving the last moments before the night ends. Amanda takes the bag from Paul and lays a blanket down. Saying nothing she puts Paul's sweatshirt back in the bag and pats the ground beside her.