Thomas pulled up to the beach house just as the oranges and reds from the setting sun ignited the clouds out over the ocean, which in turn ignited the ocean into its own brand of sparkling color. He turned the engine off and sat there for a moment, just starring out at the fiery sky and golden sea, wondering if Nature held any greater beauty than the ocean at sunset. His question was asked and answered in a heartbeat as he turned his head towards the front of the house.
The light from the sky and off the ocean hit Kara's brownish-blonde hair in such a way as to set it shining more brightly and fiercely than both put together. Not only did it seem as if the entire scene, sun, ocean, light and hair was constructed for the sole purpose of accenting her beauty; but rather it seemed as though the sun and ocean and sky were competing in a friendly and futile game, attempting to outshine her. They all failed completely. She was gorgeous. Simply, profoundly.
She began walking towards the car, her body moving with a grace envied by the dolphins in the sea and a smoothness that made calm rivers jealous. Her hips swayed as though blown by the gentlest of breezes and her breasts bounced just ever so slightly, attracting the attention of the eye while leaving it free to explore the rest of her. Her legs crawled out of her dress at about mid-thigh, leaving just the right amount to the imagination. She looked at Thomas then, he was, as he always was, lost again in the beauty of her face. Eyes greener than the purest emeralds, lips fuller than any he'd ever seen before. Cheekbones, chin, her entire face…beautiful. Hair, hips, breasts, legs, eyes, lips, cheeks, chin; everything was put together in such a way that it seemed as if God himself was saying, "Hey. See what I can do."
Thomas watched Kara walk, entranced. Then, as she got closer, a smile grew on his face, the same smile he wore whenever she came near him. Ear to ear, and then some.
"Hey, sexy," she said to him, her voice a perfect melody, one to rival the most finely tuned violin.
"Hey, beautiful," he answered. She walked around and got in, the automatic seatbelt closing around her body tightly. Lucky seatbelt. She leaned across the E-brake to kiss Thomas. Lucky Thomas. The kiss was soft and light, then stronger and heavier. Her tongue snaked into his mouth ever so briefly, giving him (and her) just a taste before she pulled away.
"We should get going," Kara said, devilish smirk on her face. Thomas just smiled and put the car in reverse.
Fifteen minutes later found them cruising down the highway. The sun had by now sunk below the horizon and darkness was rapidly falling.
"Remind me again where we're going," Thomas asked.
"It's an office party, I told you already."
"Then why'd I have to get dressed up?" He looked down sheepishly at his tux.
"You wouldn't want me to be dressed up without you, would you?" Thomas gave her a quick look up and down, studying the curves the tight black dress formed along her whole body, accenting everything.
"No, I suppose not. But why did either of us have to get dressed up?"
"It's a theme, silly."
"You know how much I hate this sort of thing."
"What, gatherings?"
"Exactly. I don't like people."
"Ahem!"
"I mean, other people. I don't like other people."
"That's better, I guess" she said, her mock anger sated. Kara rested her hand on his thigh. "But seriously, Tom, why don't you want to do this? I thought it would be fun, you know, doing something."
"It's not that, I'm sure I'll have a good time. It's just I'd much rather be back at your place, making love to you until dawn." He smiled as if joking, but they both knew he was serious. Her hand started to rub up and down his leg.
"So would I." She was serious, too. "But we can still do that. Let's just have a good time tonight."
