The Walk
The story is based on fact, the events did take place albeit many years ago.
Names have been changed, and the locations have also been changed.
All protagonists are over the age of 18.
It is somewhat cathartic for me to write.
If you like, please let me know.
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Lynn and I find ourselves walking along the promenade just above the beach; her hand in mine -- fingers entwined, as we stroll really, in no hurry, waiting for the sunset to come and which is but a few minutes away.
I spy a shelter with one of the combined table and seats creations that fanciful designers of parks and picnic grounds think is the optimum comfort for families complete with noisy, salt and sand covered children who have appeared from out of the water, but has the practicality of being a table for the laying out of the food and drink that is in high demand when anyone ventures to the beach; and seats for some to sit on while gorging themselves on the repast before them. For others -- such as children -- there is grass upon which to sit.
We didn't have food and drink with us, because we are going to a small and cosy restaurant to have a quiet meal before we head back. I am to deliver you home as required to do each weekend before you resume your study life; fortunately for one more semester only.
I gently lead you to the shelter and we sit facing the beach and the orb of the sun as it descends toward the distant horizon. The sun turns a bright orange and then starts to fade until it disappears finally below the horizon and darkness rushes in. Your head leans on my right shoulder as we watch the show, and I turn to give a kiss to the top of your head. It is as though no-one else is here, and as the dark arrives, no-one else can be seen. If there are lights to shine along the promenade, they are not working yet, but that suits me fine as I know every inch of you, and I don't need light to know what you look like or where you are. Of all the people in the world, you are the only one I see.
You look up at me, so I kiss you gently as my tongue carefully tastes your lips. You open your mouth and draw my tongue in slowly wrapping it with your own until they seem to be two serpents making love to each other. Our kiss becomes stronger and pressure is applied by us both to each other, while we make agreeable sighs and moans into each other's mouth. You are sucking my tongue with the ferocity of a starved animal as though by drawing the whole of it into your mouth will somehow slake your hunger.