She was there at the gate, as she'd promised.
"Did you have a nice cruise?" she said by way of greeting.
"A cruise it wasn't! We took a beating from the ocean, but we got most of the data we were looking for." I drew her to me, and we kissed. "I never got a chance to wash those panties of yours."
"I'm sure you didn't. In fact, I'm sure you went to bed with them on your face every night!"
"Damn right! I missed you so much, Liz! I needed to smell you, to make sure you weren't a dream."
"You know, if that didn't sound gross, it would really be romantic! But I know what you mean. I didn't think about anything else, either. Or anybody else."
We made our way down the beach, stripping at the fringe of the nude beach. Some of the same people were there as before, along with some others and another half dozen children. The warmer weather had brought out almost the entire contingent of the area's nudists. When we arrived at Hard-on Beach (and, yes, I had one!), there were more people there, too. The people near the entrance were content to just chat and socialize and do some innocent necking, while those farther away were making love or watching the others do so. There was quite a crowd around Barry and Alison, with the onlookers, male and female alike, openly masturbating as they watched the pair fuck. They must have been in heaven, to look around and see half a dozen hard cocks spitting cum in their direction...not to mention a dozen bouncing bare breasts on wanton display.
It was a little too much of a crowd scene for me, so Liz and I made our way to the edge of the beach, where we laid our beach towels and proceeded to screw. We were at each other like hormone-crazed teenagers; no sooner were we oiled up than we were coupled together, as hungry for each other's bodies as starving men were for food. I came much sooner than I wanted, but was able to pleasure Liz with my tongue and fingers even after my cock had lost the battle. Then we just snuggled, murmuring sweet nothings into each other's ears. Somehow that was all we needed to do. We had nothing more to say, nothing more to do.
"So what was that: water or wine?" I asked her at last.
"Lemonade, I think. Very thirst-quenching, and very sweet! And boy, was I thirsty!"
"Damn, you were wet!" I said. "Was that because of the 'expensive vibrator' you drove in on?"
She laughed. "Yes, partly. And partly because I needed to fuck you again. A week is way too long!"
"I agree. The panties weren't enough. In fact, they probably made the situation worse! Not that I would have thrown them overboard."
"You know, Dick, I've missed you more than I've missed anybody. I think you're going to be a keeper."
"Do you think so? I have my faults, you know. I've had trouble with authority figures when I was a kid, although I think that's in the past now. And I'm not the most patient guy in the world."
"Patient enough to get me to my climax even after you've had yours. That's a rarity among the guys I've made love to."
She paused, stroking my soft dick and pinching the foreskin between her thumb and forefinger and gently rubbing the layers together. Then she spoke again. "What we have is more than fucking, I think. When we uncouple, it's like some of me leaving with you. I can't explain it, but I feel...emptier. Not just my vagina, but all of me. Do you know what I mean?"
"I think so. I mean, if it's anything like I feel. Usually after I cum, the world comes back to me too fast, and I feel the hardness of the bed, the roughness of the sheets, and maybe the crick in my back. But with you, there's a space where I feel like I'm feeding on your energy, like when I'm in a hot bath, and I just want to bask."
