As I drove down to Long Beach Island my mind was reeling from the events in the past few months. The time spent with Rocky in the Poconos was the event that started all the changes in me. Until then I was the faithful dedicated housewife. Granted my marriage was not as solid as I would have wanted, my husband was too close to his mother. Since the Poconos I have had two other adventures one of which was a complete mistake and I will never repeat it. The other, well the other was part of the reason I was on my way to LBI.
I am a full time mom and consequently only a part time photographer and I try to get to the beach when I can to try to capture images with my camera. I am not an artist but I shoot what interests me and the results, so I have been told by some of my on line friends are very good. The last time I spent the day at the beach, I met a young surfer named Kyle and in an effort to avoid an oncoming rain storm Kyle took me to his beachfront house to sit out the rain.
Well we did a bit more then sit he and I spent most of the time in his home fucking. He was magnificent. I was surprised that a man of his youth could have found a mother in her thirties attractive but he presented a few hard arguments to prove his point. I got his point a couple of times that day and if the truth were told, I was hoping to see him again.
I wanted to get to LBI early so I could take the pictures I would need to 'prove' or justify my time away from home. I also enjoyed taking photographs and wanted to do so for my own benefit. Besides I figured the odds of 'running into' Kyle again were not all that great. So I again parked in my normal spot and worked my way down the beach. I may have moved faster then normal, anxious t get to the area where I had met Kyle, but I also managed to take some shots that I thought would come out good.
As I neared the area my stomach twisted as I saw in the distance someone surfing. I don't know if my nerves were reacting to the possibility of it being Kyle or the possibility that it was not Kyle. At any rate as I closed the distance my nervousness grew wondering all of a sudden if Kyle would either recognize me and if her did would he really want to see me again. Those last few yards were hell I was close to turning and running when I saw the man on the surfboard wave and head to shore. I was unable to run now so I tried my best to quell my nerves and walked to where Kyle was coming to shore.
I was able to use my camera to shield my uncertain face taking shots of him as he approached. I saw through the viewfinder that Kyle had obviously recognized me and he seemed to be pleased to see me. I relaxed and brought the camera down as he came to me and said.
"Danielle, it is like an answer to a prayer that you came back. I have thought of nothing since out last meeting. How are you?"
"Kyle I have to admit I was unsure that you would be pleased to see me, after all at my age..."
"Danny, come on we've already talked that out, you are stunning and if I may say so great in bed. Sit with me and lets just talk for a bit. OK?"