The surf fruitlessly washes at the warm grainy sand as each step lifts up. My feet digging into the semi-solid mat that oozes around and between my toes. I do love walking barefoot, especially with the water and sand adding another sensuous element. But my real joy is being on your arm.
No words between us as we wander the crescent of the beach. None are needed or welcome. Our pace is leisurely, each of us absorbing the meeting of the night with the never ending ebb and crash of the ocean. The salt air so refreshing, it draws long strands of our hair before us as if pointing the way.
This stretch of the beach is blocked by a tower of rocks. We stop before it with Sarah and I turning to face you. In the low light, I see your hand at the back of her head pulling her face to yours. Your kiss is soft and loving, ending sooner than she would have liked. Her hand still touching your face as you move back from her.
Moonlight exposes your teeth as you smile at me, my eyes focused there as I'm pulled in the same manner as Sarah before me. Your lips barely touch mine and a sudden crash of disappointment that's immediately sweep away when you pull me again. This kiss served up through a smile, knowing how your teasing initial buss was received.
Like Sarah, its over well before I wish it. Your grin again lighted by the shimmering light tossed by the waves. Fingers of your hand at the back of my neck turn me to the right, where I find Sarah directly before me. Slight pressure and my lips find hers, the two of us brought together by you.
This kiss lasts longer. Fingers dancing along the nape of my neck offering unneeded encouragement. The kiss grows and flowers with both of us kissing for our pleasure and for yours. Knowing that you want this.
"That's enough for now I think." Your words tossed and nearly carried away with the ocean's roar that surrounds us. I can't see Sarah's eyes in the waning light but I suspect they mirror mine.
Arms hooked again, we retrace our steps back up the shore. Silently, unrushed, perhaps bordering on hesitant, we make our way past the restaurant and into the bustle of the town.
Where the sand finally gives way to grass and pavement, you hand us your sandals. Helping each other, we brush the sand from one foot, then the other, before slipping the sandal on. Afterwards, I clean Sarah's feet then my own so we can slip our sandals on.
A tug at my back, you ensure that my less than modest skirt keeps my tail from appearing for all to see. I smile at you, half wishing that you hadn't.
A short walk later, we reach the hotel entrance, pausing there while the doorman awaits us. A moment passes before you tilt your head indicating it was time to go in.