We got back to your beach house about 1/2 hour before the sun was going to start descending, marking the end to the most delicious day I had ever spent with you. It was filled with many surprises - a private tour of my favorite soap opera's set, a picnic lunch in the flower garden on the Getty Museum property, and the most wonderful drive up the Pacific Coast Highway.
I say to you that I can now see why you love living out at this particular beach house - it is miles away from work, yet secluded enough that prying eyes cannot see what anyone else is doing.
We go into the master bedroom, and there is one more surprise for me to open - inside the bag is a beautiful white lace sundress. You nod for me to put it on, as you change into a pair of white gauze pants. Grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses, we descend to the beach, where a hammock and a very large mattress await us. You get into the hammock, and then help me. We end up spooned one against the other.
As the sun starts to set, you start whispering naughty words into my ear, which cause my nipples to become erect, and a very familiar pulse start to race throughout my body. I lean back and purr quietly, wiggling into your groin, which causes you to growl softly into my ear. One of your very large hands starts to pluck and pull at one of my nipples, as the other large hand starts to blaze a trail down my dress. You then whisper into my ear that the dress must go, as well as your pants - I am not about to argue with you on that!