It was a beautiful day, cool gentle breezes, lacy clouds drifting across the sky, just a perfect day for the big Earth Day rally. We were sitting on a blanket, cuddling while we ostensibly listened to the speakers a hundred yards or so away. Others were all about us, enjoying the day while making their statement as well.
Sarah was sitting cross-legged, but leaning into my chest. I was pressed tightly into her side, her warmth adding to the magic of the day. My left arm formed a support on the blanket behind her. My right hand had slid up her thigh and inside the leg of Sarah's shorts, and a finger was gently caressing the outer lips of her vulva through the soft cotton of her panties.
Sarah had given me one of her bemused but tolerant looks when I started this. "Hey, we're here to celebrate all of the beauty of the world!? I responded, which got me an amused snort. As I absorbed and enjoyed the feel of the cool breeze and warm sun on my skin and the moist warmth of Sarah against my finger, I felt that now familiar expansion of my awareness to encompass my surroundings, while simultaneously focusing on the mutual feelings in our bodies. As always, there was awareness in the back of my mind of the first time, and I gazed at the woman I loved, who completed me so well. I realized with a start that she was wearing exactly the same shirt and shorts she had had on that magical night in the Keys.
We had stayed at a boutique hotel on the Gulf side of the small, narrow, island that comprised Isla Mirada in the central Florida Keys. We got back from a long, romantic dinner around 9 PM, and both of us were aware of the common tension between us, as I wanted to speed up the romancing and she wanted to draw it out. As usual, she won. Instead of heading for our room, she suggested a walk along the hotel's pier. Arms around waists, leaning into each other, her head on my shoulder, we slowly strolled to the pier.
There was a half-moon hanging low in the sky, maybe an hour from setting, creating a bright path across the relatively still Gulf waters. A warm, gentle breeze came off the water and caressed us. With the sloping beach, the pier started well before the shoreline. Right at the shoreline, on a wide part of the pier, was a sitting area and a small thatched-roof bar to the right, now empty and dark. I started for the sitting area, but she pulled me back gently and we headed on down the pier. There were boats tied up along the left side, and coils of rope, even a net with floats around the edge, draped on a railing to the right. The stars were magnificent in the country-dark, cloudless sky.
The end of the pier bent to the right about 45 degrees. As I turned the corner, I realized that an object at the end of the pier was a young, skinny woman, short dark hair, in shirt and jeans, lying on her back, legs dangling over the pier end, one arm under her head. On closer look, the fly of her jeans was open and she was gently masturbating.
Sarah must have seen her the same time I did, and as she realized what she was seeing, she unfortunately let out a gasp. The girl took a quick look back at us, sat up, and then stood a second later. I held Sarah, who seemed inclined to turn and flee. The girl walked toward us, head tilted, and with a gentle smile held up her hand to stop me as I started to sincerely apologize for interrupting her.
"No, I am the intruder here. Please don't let me upset you; enjoy the beautiful evening." she said. With a quick nod she swept past us and on up the pier in a brisk walk. She was wearing the shirt of hotel staff.
I turned to Sarah. "Geeze," she sighed, "my heart is still racing!" I kissed her in reassurance. "I wish I hadn't made that noise so we could have just quietly left." she added, looking up the pier after the young woman. I was pleased that Sarah didn't seem offended by the girl's indiscretion.
I gathered Sarah in my arms and we slowly drifted to the end of the pier. I sat down at the edge, dangling my legs over the water the way the girl had done. Sarah hesitated, and then joined me, taking one hand in hers. After a few moments of silence, I quietly said "It's all so beautiful." My mind was calming as it reached out trying to take in more and more of the evening and the beauty around us.
Sarah lay back on the pier, one arm under her head just as the girl had done. "Look at the stars!" she whispered, as if we were in church. Sarah was a city girl who rarely got to really see the stars. I shifted over so my hip was resting against hers and lay back, attempting to touch her from shoulder to hip. This, of course, led to the eternal question of what to do with the two arms that were in the way between us. Hers ended up between us, her hand resting on my hip. She tucked her fingers into the waistband of my shorts to keep her hand from sliding off. My arm lay along her ribs and over the gentle swell of her belly, my hand resting in the valley next to her Mons Venus. We just lay there, alert but quiet.
