The dying embers of the sun wash us as we walk...two lovers hand in hand along the shore of the ocean. The breeze is cool, refreshing our sun drenched, warm skin. The smell of salt and lime mix in the soft wind, creating some sort of perfect paradise for us. The tinny sounds of a reggae band echo into the dusk, but the lovers prefer to not hear it.
They skip along the water, two young playful things without a care in the world..friends, family, work and school all melted into the background. The wind whips the girls long, coppery hair around her face and breasts. The boy cant help but look and shake inside...at how he wishes that he could gaze at her naked body, warm and salty from the sea. He wishes that her hair would wrap around her naked breasts...her pink nipples barely peeking through. What a sight that would be. At the same time, she gazes upon him shyly, the glow of the tan he has across his shoulders...how good he looked with his shorts slipping low on his hips...how she wanted to run the tip of her tongue over the tan, warm skin on his neck. He reaches out to grab her hand and swing her around over the water, lifting her off her feet, her toes mere inches from the blue gray waves He lists her to him, slipping her down h is body, his eyes getting dark. He slips his hands around her face, and let his lips drift to hers, keeping her rooted to the spot, there lips tangling with their tongues...so much heat between them.