The silence became oppressive. I said the first thing I could think of, "I didn't know that you liked fruity cocktails. I never saw you drink one."
"Why didn't you ever take me for a stroll in a spring shower, or on a vacation to the shore?" She said to counter my words.
"You never brought home any sparkling wines for us to drink," I replied shrugging.
We were starting to argue, but it was the first real open and honest conversation we'd had in years. Our argument turned into a painful yet wonderful heart to heart talk. We sat in that sports bar well into the night sharing our hopes and dreams and hurts and everything. I learned more about her in those few hours than I had in the last seven years.
This wasn't a miracle. It didn't cure our marriage overnight, but things improved. We took our first vacation in three years. Two weeks at the Cape, Just the Two of Us. We only packed a few swimsuits and a lot of booze. When we arrived at the hotel and got into our room, we looked out the window. The beach was perfect! Wide, and long with pale brown sand, and large dunes.
Our first night there we went for a long walk on the beach. It was a warm Florida August night. The cool sea breeze kept the temperature a hair below sweltering. We walked hand in hand for several miles without a word along the shore. Our new emotional connection growing stronger with each step we took. We passed a handful of people as we traveled south, away from the hotel. On our return trip, we didn't see anyone on the beach. We stopped under a pier and kissed. It was the first real kiss we shared in years. Our tongues explored the long-forgotten terrain of each other's mouths. Our bodies pressed together as the surf crashed around our ankles. We let ourselves sink to the wet sand while our hands explored each other.
As the warm waves washed over us, we shed our clothes. She was ripe and ready. I flicked her nipple with my tongue and caressed her between her legs. Teasing her, tantalizing her. Then as a large wave washed over us, I sank myself into her. Her hips rocked up and she gasped in pleasure as I matched the rhythm of the waves. For the first time since our second anniversary, we made love. Sweet, slow, passionate, romantic love. Our fingers intertwined in the surf our hips rolled with the waves. The seawater on her breasts glistened in the pale moonlight. Her lips parted enough so she could whimper and gasp as my hard shaft plunged into her depths.
Her arms encircled my neck and she pulled my mouth to hers and we kissed. It was a loving soulful kiss. The kind of kiss you see at the end of a romantic comedy when the couple finally gets together. As I kissed her salty lips, her long legs wrapped around me. She used her legs to pull me into her and I felt her torso undulate. I felt fluid surge around my cock. I withdrew from her one final time and drove myself home. When I felt my balls collide with her flesh, my cock throbbed and I filled her with my personal salty liquid. She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and cried out in pleasure as I filled her with my seed.
After we finished making love, we lay in the surf letting the warm salty water wash over our nude bodies. Somehow we had shifted positions and I was on my back, she was on top of me, her head on my chest. My hands roamed over her body. I fell in love with her all over again.
After we spent time relaxing and reconnecting we felt we had pushed our luck long enough. We swam into the sea and rinsed as much of the sand from our bodies as we could. After dressing, I put my arm around my lady love. As we walked back to our hotel, we saw a bar off in the distance. We walked over and sat on the patio. The night air was intoxicating, but not as intoxicating as the Pina Coladas we ordered. After three rounds we left the bar and continued our journey back to the hotel. As the Tan building came into view, a warm rain started to fall. I grabbed my lady love and we started to dance.
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End Note:
The inspiration for this story is Rupert Holm's song Escape (The Pina Colada Song). When I researched the song, I learned Mr. Holms applied for a job from the help wanted section of a newspaper. His wife had placed the ad. Mr. Holms wondered what would happen if it had been a personal ad instead.
The original lyrics were Humphrey Bogart, not Pina Colada. He realized he had made several references to Mr. Bogart and films in general in his previous album. He decided he needed to change the lyrics. He thought about what people drink to escape. The first tropical drink he thought of that fit the song was Pina Colada. Mr. Holms in a recent interview stated he's never had a Pina Colada. And that my friends is...The rest of the story.
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