She loved to drive. Driving gave her a chance to think, to meditate, to steal a few moments for herself by herself. Driving across Florida from East to West was a special treat though. She loved the Everglades, loved the raw beauty of it. Still pristine and protected, she could see the way the southern part of Florida must have looked before all the people and the pollution and the money came. Mind you, she isn't really a nature girl, she loves her cities, but the Everglades have always had a special charm in her eyes: like anything could happen there, like it was somehow magical.
She took Alligator Alley across. The old road not as well paved as the new, much more used I-75, but you can still alligators on the side of the road and if you're very, very lucky, you can see hawks fly across the swamps. She didn't see any alligators or hawks on her trip but then again she wasn't truly looking. She was meeting her lover. And just the thought of him made her ache and hunger and forget the rest of the world. It was like he was the only one that could sooth her restlessness, the only one that could satisfy that need that she had never really been able to name.
He was waiting for her in the parking lot of the near empty beach. Leaning on his bike, legs crossed, big bright smile on his sensuous mouth. His dark, warm skin rested against the cool chrome of the machine beneath him, and at that very moment she wished for nothing else than to be that machine, to have him resting on her, to have his skin against hers. Soon. Patience. It was no fun if she always rushed headlong into it but it was so hard to help herself with him. She ached and hungered. She wanted and lusted after. Him. Him. Him.
The Gulf of Mexico pulled into the shore behind him. Its dark waters carrying the secrets of the universe along with more marine life than she had ever seen in the smooth clear waters of the Atlantic on her side of the world. But she didn't really see it. She only had eyes for him. "Hello lover", she whispered in her breathy, soft voice. He didn't answer; instead he slowly got up and walked the 2 steps that separated them. He pulled her into his lean frame, molding her body into his. She knew from the first time she ever spoke with him that they would fit together, like a peanut butter and jelly, like Lennon and McCartney. She took the span of 3 heartbeats to just smell him, to let his scent engulf her and she closed her eyes against the onslaught of how it affected her. How the sight and smell of him made her heart race and her pussy unfurl and her nipples harden. Already. And then his lips were on hers, soft full lips, warm inviting lips. Kissing her. Fanning her fires. One hand cupping her ass, the other grabbed her hair behind her neck as if, he too, couldn't get enough of her, as if he too hungered and ached.
"I missed you" he whispered in his smooth sexy voice.
"Mmmmmmmmm, I missed you more" she responded against his lips, licking them, biting them, kissing them. "You know I am an insatiable woman and that my only chance of feeling the least bit sated is with you."
He laughed into her neck where he was slowly kissing her, tasting her, smelling her. She smelled like white almonds and she tasted like heaven. His lover's taste. Suddenly he was the anxious one; he wanted to taste her everywhere, right there in the parking lot, right there in front of anyone that might see.
"Get on the bike my insatiable woman", he told her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. She loved that look, it was the look that told her he was about to do something crazy, out of control, something wild. She did as he asked and he drove away, the wind instantly whipping through her hair, her big round breasts pressing against his back, her hands cupping his dick, slowly stroking it through the demin of his jeans as he maneuvered the bike through palm tree lined streets. He pulled into a deserted stretch of beach somewhere between Naples and Bonita Springs, parking the bike under a great big palm tree.
"Take off your jeans".
She could tell by his voice that he meant business and that to argue would be futile, still she hesitated, taking off her clothes in public was not something she was completely comfortable doing. But the look in his eyes did not allow for discussion, so she bent down to remove the high heeled strappy sandals that she wore. "Not the shoes, just the jeans."
Oh so it was going to be like this today. Well okay. They usually went to a hotel when they met; spending the few hours they had stolen rolling like thunder between the sheets. But he had other ideas today and that was fine by her. Didn't he know? She'd take him any way she could have him.
"What about the t-shirt? Do I take that off too?" she asked sweetly, getting into the game. And this game took her out of her comfort zone. But she was an adventuress at heart, and she loved the idea of not knowing what was going to happen, loved the thought of him leading her into uncharted waters.
"No, leave it on. I love the way it fits over your tits. I might tell you to remove it later but keep it on for now."
She took off her jeans while listening to his soft cadence. His voice has always turned her on; from the very first time she heard it. She thinks he could make her cum with just his voice and his touch on her body, but not her pussy. But that's another story for another day.
She stood against his bike, her hair windblown and messy, a soft smile on her lips, with nothing on but some strappy heels, a tight black t-shirt and a tiny, black and cream colored thong.
