It was late. I'm not sure how late, but it was some time after midnight. I was having yet another restless night. The sound of the waves crashing against the sand was calling to me luring me like a fisherman lures his fish with bait. I walked down to the beach barefoot and stood there in the sand. The air smelled of salt and the sound of the deserted beach was relaxing. The light from the moon reflecting off the water made the ocean shine. It captivated me.
Ever so slowly I inched my way toward the ocean. When I reached the line where the sand was cooler where the waves covered it, I stripped to my bra and panties and waded out to where the water rose to my waist. I dove in and swam the rest of the way to the diving platform. The water was cooler that night. The feel of it rushing past my skin made me shiver with pleasure. It was a different type of refreshment. As I pulled myself out of the ocean and onto the platform, I realized how uncomfortable my soaked undergarments felt as they rubbed against my skin. I slid out of them and cast them aside. As I laid naked on the platform, the cool night breeze blowing across my body aroused me. There was a romance in the air. I remember thinking that I wanted, more than anything, someone to share that moment with.
I sensed someone or something in the water as the sounds of the waves changed. The sound of them before they crashed against the platform was uneven. I could feel a pair of eyes staring at me, at my naked body. Nervously, I began to rise to see who was there. A man's deep, husky,