Several weeks passed since the "incident". Terry tried a few times to talk with me about it but I remained steadfast. He was a jerk and I refused to talk about it. Why relive it? He was wrong and I wanted no part of it. It made me remember when we first got married.
We had taken a trip to the beach in North Carolina. Hot summer days spent playing in the ocean's water. I wore a two-piece for the first time, at Terry's insistence. That entire day he could not keep his hands off me. For lunch we usually walked to a little restaurant near the public pier to get something to eat. We sat outside, the sun drying our bodies, drinking water and enjoying all the beautiful scenery.
Kite flying is big there. The shapes and sizes ran the gamut. Box kites, cartoon kites and that particular day we saw one shaped like two people kissing. We laughed and joked about who wanted that kite, the guy or the girl. I argued guy, because guys are always hoping kissing leads to more and he argued the girl, because girls love to be kissed.
I let him win that argument. The loser got a kiss after all.
That night we opened the doors facing the beach and let the salt air breeze into the room. I stood over the railing watching lights sparkle on the water. Terry had turned on some music so it seemed I was alone in the universe.
Then I felt his had on side. He stepped behind me, wrapped his arms around me and started kissing my ear. I melted into his arms. Supporting me in his muscled arms, he continued kissing until I turned to face him.
"Mmmmmmm"
That was all I need say.
We walked together to the bed where the serious kissing commenced. His hand slid down my leg then, with just his fingertips, he slowly worked his way back up to my thigh. It tickled but always turned me on. This strong man teasing me with such a soft touch.
He kept his kissing and what I call "soft touch massage" going until I was starting to writhe on the bed.
"Enjoying this are you?"
I replied, "Mmmmmmm."
Teasing me he said, "You look hot in all these clothes. Let me help you cool off."
With a smile I sat up so he could pull the T-shirt over my head.
"Now, isn't that better?"
I leaned into his chest. His hard body pressed against my breasts. I was getting wet and wanted more. We resumed kissing and without realizing it my hand had slid to his shorts. I felt his prick straining the fabric.
In my little girls voice I said, "Aww, that looks uncomfortable. Would you like me to make it feel better?"
He smiled while pulling my hand away, "Not yet. I have a surprise for you."
