As we drive along the Pacific Coast Highway the sun begins to set over the horizon lighting the road with an orange, red, and purple glare. The road winds threw the mountains on the right and the sandy beaches on the left. Every so often there is one of those turnouts where you can stop and watch the waves crash on the shore.
As one of the turnouts come up on the left you motion for me to pull over and we do, parking my truck with the bed facing out towards the ocean. We both walk around to the back and notice a little break in the guard rail and a path that seems to lead to the beach. I take you by the hand and lead you down the path slowly as it is very steep.
We finally reach the sand and take off our shoes to run our feet through the sand. I wrap my arm around your waste as we watch the sun continue to set over the mountains. I look at you with a devilish smile and being to remove my shirt, socks, and unbutton my pants. By the time I start the unbuttoning your shirt is in the pile of clothes with my shirt and you being quickly removing clothing to catch up to me.