A storm broods over the Pacific Ocean. Black, brooding clouds fill the sky. Thunder crashes across the ocean and lightening illuminates the sky. A lone car can be seen winding along PCH. The woman driving the car does so absentmindedly. Handling its twist and turns as easily as one strolls through their home. She speeds without thought to the wet road. Her body responding to the storm as a lost lover.
As a child she played upon the beaches shores, building sandcastles and waging wars; winning most and losing when it was convenient. As a young teen, she walked the shores in a sexy blue bikini; smiling smugly as she pretended not to hear the cat calls. Haughtily, she felt herself swell with pride. As a young woman she experienced her first lovemaking here; the sky as her roof, the wet sand as her bed. She remembers the weight of her lover's body on top of hers; remembers pretending it was the ocean's spirit inside of her instead of her lover's organ. She matched each thrust in synch with the waves crashing against the shore.
She sees the familiar neon lights up a head, VACANCY, waving to her like an old friend. As she pulls into the parking lot and opens the car door, the salt air hits her and she feels herself weaken. She struggles to walk into the office and sees a man as old as time. He sits behind the counter and watches a TV that is even older. He hands her a worn key in exchange for a look into her eyes. He sees her lust and remembers for a moment, what desire felt like. She turns and walks out.
As she reaches her room, she glances over at the storm, feeling it call to her. Upon entering, she sheds her clothes without ceremony and slides a thin gown over her shoulders in a slow caress. She stands in front of the window and stares out into the sea. As the waves swell and crash violently on the beach, her breast rise and nipples harden. At the lightening screams across the sky, her vagina contracts and moistens. She opens the window to hear the raging force around her and to smell the harsh salt air. She reaches down and caresses her burning flesh. She matches once again the oceans tempo and feels the waves wash over her. She mentally wills her lover to come to her and cries out his name in desire. She screams it loudly into the night and hears it rock against the wind. Her body tenses as weakness feels her. Without explanation, she feels his presence behind her. Leaning back against his chest, so possessively he wraps his arms around her. As he kisses the curve of her neck, she shudders in climax.
As he wrapped his arms around her, he felt her desire and rode with her. He has known her from the moment of her conception, tucked safely in her mother's womb. He felt her first heart beat like an earthquake rocking his soul. He is neither man nor god, but has come to her as both. He is a force of nature, a moving, driving spirit. He calls to her in his thunderous voice and illuminates the way with lightening.
He watched her as a child; giggling with her bright yellow sand bucket and matching shovel. She made endless trips to the water's edge, delicately filling her bucket with water. She lamely tired not to get her toes wet and would squeal in mock protest at the tide's return. She would run back to her spot on the beach spilling more than half of what water she managed to capture. She attempted to turn the sand into mud to build a stronger castle. Oh, how he laughed each time the waves flattened her castles. While she cried out in vain as if to stop them. Once, in a particular moment of preservation, she laid her body in front of the castle. She had pointlessly hoped to block the water's destruction. Instead, only filling her belly with salt water and her eyes with tears. He had hoped she would learn the "temporariness" of things and build a solid foundation for herself. But in the meantime, he could not help but laugh.
As a young teen he had watched her and came to her many times as a sun surfer. Stealing kisses from her under the pier. He marveled at how she filled out her bikini and the firmness of her tan body. She would giggle so shyly, so sweetly. He once commanded the ocean and the wind to dance with her, the water pulling her suit off and the wind to carry it away. His delight was overwhelming, watching her scamper around naked, running for her suit. Blushing and romping about aimlessly.
As a young lady she brought her lover to the sandy beach and lay with him. He entered this bumbling one and took physical possession of her for the first time. He felt her heartbeat and blood rage. Her body was swollen and ripe with desire under his weight. He felt her awaken under his touch. Her innocence and beauty exposed to him. He guided her spirit to the place of lovers and let her run free. He knew she loved him and would always love him, even though he was beyond her comprehension
