He expertly maneuvered the rented convertible in and out of the early morning traffic, his gray hair blowing, a Bob Seger CD blaring, as they sped south on Highway 1 from Miami, top down, toward the Keys.
She blushed slightly as he turned his attention from the road to glance her way and caught her staring at his handsome profile. A grin crossed his face as he reached to take her hand gently squeezing it before he lifted it to his lips, softly kissing her palm and each of her fingers as he looked into her eyes. Then refocusing on the road ahead, he lowered her hand to rest on his bare thigh.
A warm tingling sensation moved slowly through her body, the feel of his firm leg muscles sent visions of the previous day and night surging through her mind. She had never in her life ever experienced anything even remotely similar. It had all gone so smoothly, yet it was so wonderfully wild and erotic.
She met him at the airport in Miami where he was attending a writer's conference. Initially she had looked forward to being with him again with much anticipation, but as the day neared, the anticipation had turned to apprehension, and then to worry, as she began to question whether she had used good judgment in allowing him to arrange it. It seemed to her that it could never be the same as it had been before and those thoughts had at least temporarily taken control.
She remembered vividly how good it had been previously. She played their meeting over and over in her mind at least a hundred times. She had daydreamed, actually fantasized, about what it would again be like; his smell, his smile, his voice, the kisses, his touch, the sex. But nothing in her wildest fantasies prepared her for what had taken place.
She stared out the window of the car, her mind racing from event to event, recounting their separate lives over the past several years, trying to get her mind off the events of the previous day, and to focus on right now. She tried concentrating on the scenery that flew past them. It would be his first time to The Keys, but she had been there before. It was just as she remembered it in her mind's eye... palm trees everywhere, expensive homes lining the shores, marina after marina, all seemingly full of every type of boat imaginable.
Thoughts of the first day and night of their reunion again began to occupy her mind; the coffee shop on the boardwalk, the way he looked into her eyes, the electricity that filled the air, the heat of his touch. It all happened so fast. One minute they were on the beach, the next minute she was naked on the bed. Their foreplay that seemed to last an eternity. Every inch of him plying every inch of her... hands, mouth, tongue, cock massaging, nibbling, kissing, sucking, licking, rubbing, probing, teasing, bringing her to the very edge with one technique, and then moving to something different. On and on, over and over, he would pleasure her one way in one place, leave it for another, and then return to start over again. He literally played her body like a fine instrument; time and time again she thought she was going to erupt. Never had she wanted anyone or anything so badly.
"How about we stop in Key Largo and get some breakfast?" his deep voice interrupted her thoughts, bringing her attention abruptly back to the present.
Hesitating just briefly, she responded, "That sounds wonderful. I'm hungry for a big breakfast... biscuits and gravy and perhaps even some grits," she added, with a slightly nervous laugh, keeping her eyes on him, while wondering if her white shorts were soaked through from her wetness.
He laughed. "As far as I'm concerned, we can forget the grits and the red eye gravy. I can't stand that shit. Eggs, biscuits and some sausage gravy, that sounds great." He reached over and removed the Seger CD and inserted a new one. Instantly, the drugged-up tropical sounds of Bertie Higgins from his hit of years past, "Key Largo," blared from the convertible's speakers as they crossed the bridge taking them from the mainland to Key Largo.
The sun was high in the sky, and the temperature had jumped 15 or 20 degrees to the low 90's, by the time they had finished breakfast... a breakfast filled with soft touches, lingering caresses, hot stares, and verbal foreplay.
"Think we should put the top up? It's beginning to get hot," he asked, as they walked hand in hand to the car.
"Oh no. Let's leave it down. The sun feels good."
He opened her door. Waiting until she had slid into the beige leather seat, he bent to kiss her. A soft easy kiss at first, it grew in intensity as he felt her mouth and body respond. His tongue probed, hers responded. His hand moved to massage her breast, plying her hard nipple through the thin cotton of the blue and white polkadot halter-top. Now breathing heavily, he pulled back.
"Oh God. I'm not sure I can wait until we get to Key West."
"I know," she said reaching to pull his head down to her, moaning softly as she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth, her hand moving to find his hardness.
"Oh shit," he said, raising up, his cock still encircled by the firm grip of her hand.
"Let's try to wait. The next couple of hours will be some kind of fun. We can play all the way down there," he continued, reaching to shut her door then leaning over to kiss her again, one hand again massaging her nipples, the other softly caressing her cheek. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer, her lips and tongue responding to the urges surging through her body.
The remaining miles went slowly as they navigated their way from key to key frequently touching, constantly engaging in verbal foreplay, kissing at every opportunity presented, each keeping the other in a continuous state of arousal.
They arrived at their beachfront condo in mid-afternoon. They quickly checked in and carried their things from the car to the condo.
"Ready to take a walk on the beach," he grinned, as he hung the last of his clothes in the closet.
