EPILOGUE 2 -- DAY 4 -- FAREWELL
I must have nodded off but not for long. Assuming she was asleep I wrapped my arms around her. That little fireball was so tiny and yielding in my embrace. My dick head pressed between the smooth worlds of flesh shielding deep space. The demon in my other head whispered, "now is your chance to have her, a smooth landing and you will be inside her forbidden place."
While my mind and body debated my next move, Maria turned and sat up, "I'm wired, unable to sleep. Part of me is completely exhausted, but nervous energy will not let my body gear down. No matter what I do, I cannot find rest."
"Let's go for a walk and stretch our legs. It is still dark but we can catch the sunrise." Maria got up and reached into the suitcase for the bikini and sweatshirt, while I turned on the lamp to help her find them. My first closeup of her bubble butt made me gasp - full-sized, round and perfectly complimented by the contour of her legs to her small feet. She whipped around to smack me but saw my boner and pulled her hand back, "save that for later, we should get a move on."
With the side exit locked we had to parade past the front desk, the clerk had clear view of her public facial with dried remnants of spunk. I looked equally as guilty shuffling in dress pants, barefoot and shirtless. I pulled out a pair of shorts from the trunk as we made our way to Coronado Beach.
The sunrise lit the sky, erasing the moon, painting pink hues over the blue water. Distant surf sounded like applause, cheering us on. As we splashed through the tide, our feet acclimated to the water, warmth traveling from feet to legs. We linked hands and did not break the connection, even when saturated by a surprise wave kicking up to the shoulders. I drew in pungent smell of the ocean through my nose and tasted salt on my tongue.
There is something about the sea that soothes the soul. I knew we would have to part ways and now the day was here. It was not so bad. The sights, smells, sounds, and sensations flooding my senses were creating a lasting memory. The setting transformed into an amphitheater to display her loveliness.
Ah Maria, wonderful, mysterious, curvaceous Maria. We had been individuals on a holiday that let passion in the moment carry them away, soon to return to a familiar phase of the lives, the real world There was no could be, only a never would be. But this was the place to be now, a place to stay awhile.
"The scene reminds me of your mermaid story." I reminisced. "Feeling her distant call, he returned to their meeting place near the water over and over, only to come up empty. Then one day she was there. Seeing her, being with her made all the difference."
" She didn't save him and he could not keep her in the end," she warned.
"He never erased her from his memory, as though she was alive in his head; The point is she brought me to peace like the ocean blue. " Maria didn't counter my argument, in fact she didn't say anything.
Lost in my thoughts I must have lingered too long. When the sun rose to feature the surf and beach, I knew immediately we were in trouble. Brown water in the shallows signaled a rip tide. Maria had been pulled away, trying hard to swim to shore only to be drawn out again. Running at full speed, I closed the gap quickly. "Relax, I'll get you out, " I reassured. My first move was to pull her on my shoulders. Planting both feet firmly I carried her piggyback style while marching parallel to the coastline.
With the seawater buoying her mass, it was easy to carry her in the beginning. I felt like Poseidon the Greek titan of the sea. However, I was all too human and began to struggle, each step becoming more difficult. Maria cheered me on when I waivered and tried to steady my gait. After dragging her half the length of a football field, the rip current gave way and the water became clear blue.
I collapsed on wet sand, exhausted from lifesaving. Maria lay down beside me, her legs now wrapped around the front of my torso. This should have been the ideal place for a congratulatory kiss. Somehow when Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr entangled under the pounding surf in 'From Here to Eternity', no one mentioned the saltwater splashing up your nose and the soggy sand pasting your hair. Nevertheless, she held on tight as we sustained the coupling, a long-lived, satisfying experience.
Maria had been guarded in some ways, her vagina a fortress against any breach by an interloper. The admonition against any penetration, fingers or otherwise. Then there was the secret territory ceded to me, the outside of her ass was mine for the taking.
Kissing was one of the most intimate acts and I was surprised how she threw her whole essence into locking lips. Holding her close, wrapping her love around my twisted soul when we kissed was 'priceless.'
We stood to catch our breath. Watching her dip her hair in the water and toss it back like a Baywatch babe made it all worthwhile. My eyes clicked off a three second video committed to memory, in slow motion. Bo Derek in '10', the single most famous scene in movie history. Maria was not quite a ten, but I felt like Dudley Moore, losing myself while captivated by a fantasy of what could be and would never work out. I was a fool, believing that vision, not enjoying the priceless reality of the moment.
Eight clanging beats snapped me out of my daydream, signaling it was time to move. This was going to be the best day of my life. "I have a surprise for you on our last day."
"You haven't let me astray so far, let's do it," Maria was always cheerful.
Anxious for the surprise, Maria began to sprint along a hardened beach strand toward the hotel, and I joined her to guard against being overtaken by a wave. We ran all the way up the white sand path to the outdoor patio chairs that shielded her the night before. Maria laughed off that her wet sweatshirt formed a perfect statue cast of Venus. My arms encircled her to prevent 'indiscretion.' Hands holding her face I moved in to replace her smile with a tender kiss. She did not rush as we expressed affection.
Her gurgling stomach announced Maria was hungry. We reversed our trail to her room, the same clerk fixated on her boobs, until we were safely inside her room. I picked up the phone and ordered a full breakfast for two. Sitting up to eat, a food fight broke out as pieces of toast and bacon flew at each other. I was careful to re-claim the bacon, no sense squandering the delicacy.
Afterward Maria disappeared into the bathroom to take a shower. While she was cleaning herself up there was a knock on the door and I let Eva in. Eva unabashedly wore a see-through nighty and her hair was in disarray. "Don't ask," she offered while claiming the borrowed party dress and shoes.
A questioning look by Eva at the scattered dishes and clothes arrayed on the floor drew a "don't ask."
She turned the unlocked bathroom knob and pushed, only to be met by steam pouring into the room. "Tell her I was here and won't be going home. Call me if she wants to talk," the last I saw of Eva.
