As the evening starts to get darker, we decide to go back to our room, for a quick freshen-up and decide to take dinner in a nice restaurant. Back at our place, I love the view. It is just like I wanted: two big windows, opening on to the beach. I can hear the waves crashing. The ocean breeze brings the fragrance from the sea, of salt water. I stand there, looking out the window, while you pop into the bathroom to change. The moon is rising just in the front, a giant orange disc of beauty. I am so excited because the night is getting beautiful just as I would like it to be.
After a while, you open the door and tell me that I could change too. The moment I enter the bathroom, I am stunned to see you in a nice, dark red velvet dress, hugging your slenderness as though it was made just for you. I look at you for a moment, and you smile at me "Nice?" and I cannot say anything but look at you with desire. It is a single piece, long dress that has a open back going low till the waist, with a low V neck in the front formed by two wide straps looped together that go around your neck to hold the dress up, sleeveless with a side cut that slightly exposes your thigh. I can say only one word at that moment "Beautiful" and I raise your chin with my forefinger, and I plant a soft kiss on your lips. I tell you to put a small black beauty mark on your cheek to keep the Evil-eye away! You look absolutely stunning. I could forget the dinner and eat you instead, right there!
You start combing your hair, and I slowly run my fingers through it. You remind me to get changed or else we could be late. I say, "I cannot help it, your hair is so beautiful". You look at me in the mirror and say, "You have all night to play with it" and blush and quickly look away. And you quickly walk out of the bathroom. You close the windows, and I change soon enough. I splash some of my cologne, and I step out of the bathroom, shutting the light behind me. "Ready!" I say. "Not yet", you say, and put your arms around me, hugging me firmly, pressing hard on my body. I hold you firmly, hugging you at the waist. I can touch your bare soft back. I squeeze you gently against me, and I feel your cheeks caressing my cheeks, as you slowly move your lips from my neck onto my lips. I loosen my hug slightly, and I move my hands on your back and I gently caress your back for a while, and then I lower my hands and fondle your tender bum, as I move my hands all over it. You hug me closer, squeezing yourself into my arms, while you are kissing me so passionately on my lips. I can smell your fragrance; it is haunting! Your tenderness sublime. And then we slowly come out of the embrace and you look at me with your eyes filled with lust. "I'm ready!" you smile at me. I hold out my arm for you, you take it and we step out.
A slow walk along the beach and we are there at the restaurant. You choose to sit at the corner in the open yard away from the crowd. There is a candle on the table. As we sit down at our table, I can see your eyes sparkling in the candlelight. I just look at you for a while, and you put your hands forward on the table to let me hold them. The waiter drops in with the menu, and we are briefly interrupted. But then you ask for a few minutes, and take my hands into your hands and we sit there looking at each other for a while. You turn to see the sea, and I get a glimpse of your neck, surrounded by the thick long black hair, dancing in the sea breeze. It is pretty cool now, and you ask me to come and sit next to you, rather than in front of you. I smile and happily change places.
While looking through the menu, I ask you about the different recipes, the authentic ones, and the spicy ones! While you are explaining to me the different recipes, you place one hand on my thigh and rest your elbow on the table, and stare right into my eyes. As you talk, you keep caressing my thigh, slowly running your palm over it. After we order the cocktails, we make a toast and take the first sips. You sit forward and place your hand again on my thigh, leaning closer to me. Your legs are touching mine, below the table. We are sitting so close that I can see the candle shimmering in your eyes. You keep looking at me with lustful desire pouring out through your eyes. We hold hands for a while. We talk about the different things we saw during the day. I like the cool breeze blowing your hair occasionally. You bring some of your hair over your shoulders, in the front. I run my fingers through it for a moment. And then I caress your cheeks with my fingers slowly. I would like to, but I do not wish to kiss you at the table; I know you would not like it, even though you would not say anything. But you surprise me when you shyly whisper to me, "If we are careful and discreet, you could have one!" I kiss you on the cheek, and say "I love you sweetheart, we will have all the night together, don't worry".
The meal is wonderful. All your choices turn out excellent. After the desserts, we decide to take a small walk along the beach. You ask me if we could stop by the room to pick up a shawl; it is getting a bit cold for you. I look at you and tease you by saying, "I will keep you warm" and you blush, "Of course you will, but I can take off the shawl if I feel warm, I wouldn't want to do that if it were you!". We stop by the room briefly and you take a nice warm shawl to wrap it around you. As you walk toward me, you say, "That does not mean that I won't need your warmth!" I hug you at your waist and we walk close together, with you pressing closer to me.
The waves keep crashing on the shore. I have my hand on your waist, just above your bum as we walk slowly. We are quite for a while, just walking slowly, with the waves crashing and breaking the silence. I look at the moon, it is high in the sky now. We stop, and I take your face in my palms, and gently, as we stand, I turn you around so as to face you toward the moon. I gaze at you for a while, "How beautifully your face is lit in the moonlight!". And I see your sparkling eyes, and I cannot help but squeeze you in my arms, firmly, wrap my hands all over your back and waist, press you gently close you me, and leaning you slightly, I kiss you on your lips, softly and gently, running my hands all over your back, caressing your softness with my fingers, and gently running my hands down to your waist, lightly touching your bum. I feel your breathing getting heavier by the minute, as you pull me closer in your arms, and press yourself into my hug. I kiss your cheek and then I kiss the side of your neck, the wind blowing the hair over my face. We hug each other for a while and then we pull out of the hug slowly.
We slowly start walking again. I ask you if you want to sit down somewhere for a while and you node at me with a grin. I get a nice comfortable place on the sand, and I sit down. You gently lower yourself on my lap, and I rest my hands at the back and lean. You are sitting on my thighs, with your legs to one side and resting yourself on my chest, with your one arm around my back and the other, gently placed on my chest. You press your forehead under my chin and I can feel your face caressing my neck. "Are you comfortable?", you ask me and I tell you not to worry at all. "I had a good time with you today", you say, "I really loved it" and you look at me. I smile at you, "The pleasure has been all mine sweetheart", and I kiss you gently on your forehead. You hug me firmly again, and as we are pressing on each other, I lean forward, you sit up, I dust away the sand off my palms and I wrap my arms around you. I squeeze you hard this time, cuddling you in my arms, you bring your legs closer, bending them at the knees, and push yourself into my arms. I stroke your back, bare and tender, you giggle because my fingers have gone a bit cold now. You cuddle closer to me. We stay there, for a long time, hugging each other, all lost in each other's arms, kissing so gently, on the lips, on the cheeks, on the neck. When we stop to catch our breaths, you say, "You take my breath away", and I smile and cuddle you. "I love to do that". I let you lean on me for a long while, my arms wrapped around you, squeezing you ever so gently, and not a word spoken for long.
