The characters in this story are an amalgam of people I've met and admired mixed thoroughly with imagination. No one is meant to be an accurate depiction of anyone real or dead. This is my first foray into this genre, I hope some of you enjoy it.
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It was a warm equatorial night on Joali Island in the Maldives, but the breeze off the Indian ocean was cool. Kay sat and watched the sun setting. There were just enough clouds to make for a brilliant display of reds and golds. She didn't know what the flowers were that were blooming, but they added a delicate perfume to the smell of sea salt in the night air.
This is probably a mistake, Kay thought as she sat at the table at her favorite beach bar sipping a glass of Chablis. Wasn't this exactly the kind of thing they warned her about? What if Thorn isn't who I thinks he is? Why am I here?
But she knew, she was here because she'd never met anyone who could make her crazy with just a few words the way this man could. Just chatting with him, she could practically feel him in the same room with her; almost feel his fingers and lips on her skin.
She took a longer sip of wine. Maybe she was worrying too much. He'd let her pick the spot to meet, her favorite beach-side bar at her favorite resort. It would be alright.
* * *
The first time Thorn had spoken with Kay online, he was charmed by her beauty. Her body was as close to perfect as he'd ever seen: a perfect complexion, full natural breasts, an almost impossibly flat tummy, and a beautiful heart-shaped ass. He'd wanted to reach out and touch her from the moment he'd seen her.
She was wearing only pink panties and a shoulder less ruffle tube top that kept slipping down far enough for one perfect nipple to peek out. Yet she didn't show her face and she seemed shy. He was intrigued.
What he really loved most, though, was her imagination.
"Would it be alright if I lightly run my fingernails down your back?" he'd asked in a private message.
"I'd like that," she'd replied. "Please do that."
That was the first of many times Thorn described to Kay what he would like to do with her, given the chance. Their chats were teasing, silly, and occasionally serious.
They discovered shared interests in art and erotica. Kay loved Thorn's sense of humor. Thorn loved to see her smile.
Eventually, they decided they wanted more, that they wanted to meet.
Even then, they still hadn't seen each other's faces and decided they wanted to hold onto that bit of mystery until they met.
"I could be horribly ugly," Kay teased him.
"Never to me," he'd replied.
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Thorn had arrived a few moments earlier. He stood outside the bar looking at the people on the patio. He tried to collect himself. I must be crazy, He thought to himself for the hundredth time in ten minutes. I've flown thousands of miles to meet a woman I barely know. It feels like I know her, but really, I don't. She could be crazy. Will I even recognize her? I've never seen her face.
He took a deep breath and walked into the open-air bar. He recognized her almost instantly. That figure, even from the back, had become so familiar to him that she was impossible to miss.
Seeing a floral arrangement on the bar, Thorn picked out the sweetest smelling bloom, then he walked up behind the woman and said, "Kay?"
When she turned to face him, his heart skipped. She was so beautiful. Full sensuous lips, dark eyes full of fire, luxurious dark hair, and high cheekbones. She was wearing a dress that was open in the back and dipped dangerously low in the front, showing off her marvelous cleavage. Her impossibly short skirt hugged her hips showing off legs that would be the envy of any runway model. She sat with one leg crossed over the other, one high-heeled sandal dangling from the toes of her foot.
"Thorn?"
He nodded.
Kay's pulse quickened. Her first thought was, he's beautiful!
The man before her had long white hair pulled back in a ponytail, a neatly trimmed goatee and mustache, that were only a shade darker than his hair. He wore a loose black silk shirt and loose grey cotton pants. His hazel eyes were full of frank admiration and affection, his lips set in a smile like he'd just found the winning lotto ticket.
She smiled back.
"You are even more beautiful than I imagined," Thorn said. He produced a flower from somewhere. "May I?"
Kay nodded, not exactly sure where he was going.
He stepped closer. As he brushed her hair back from one side of her face, his fingers lightly brushed against her skin for the first time. She felt a tingle run through her. He tucked the flower behind her ear. It was corny, but sweet.
Kay's fear evaporated. This was Thorn, the man she'd met in her online chat room, the main who had titillated her by describing some of the deliciously naughty things he'd like to do with her.
"Have you been thinking about me?" She asked, raising her voice a bit to be heard above the noise of the bar.
He leaned in, inches from her ear, "All the way across two oceans."
Kay slipped her sandal on, slid off the stool, briefly flashing giving Thorn a glimpse of her white lacy panties. "Let's go for a walk," she said, putting her arm around him. He was surprisingly fit. "There is too much noise here, and I want you all to myself."
She led Thorn out onto the beach, out of the range of the lights closer to the sea. Then she turned to him and took his hands in hers. "You asked me once if I'd ever made love outside."
"I remember, you said no."
Kay placed her hands on her hips. She tilted her head to one side and pulled her hair back to expose her neck. "I have a naughty idea," she said.
Thorn, taking her cue, kissed her neck.
Kay pointed to the line of her jaw.
