The wind blew crisply across the dunes, grains of sand dancing along in the wake of it's passing.
Galen hunched his shoulders tighter in the battered leather jacket, feeling the comfortable weight of the shoulder rig across his shoulders. The Detonics Combatmasters nestled there like a part of him. The wind invaded the warmth of his body as though punishing him for his being there, but some things are worth the punishment.
"Five years," he thought. "five years and I still come here, hoping to find her again."
His hands moved up to adjust his sunglasses, the lenses momentarily fogging from the warmth of his hands. Reaching into his jacket, he took a cigarette from the pack in his shirt pocket, his free hand going into his trouser pocket, pulling out the beaten and worn Zippo lighter he'd had since South America. Running his thumb over the crest embossed on it he flipped back the cowling. Inhaling, he savored the slight tightness in his chest as the smoke wound its way into his lungs. His memories going back to that night five years ago.....
"C'mon Galen, have a beer man," Buzz called, leaning onto the tap of the keg. "It's party time!!!!"
"No thanks," Galen said, a tight grin crossing his lips. " you guys seem to be doing fine just the same. I'm going for a stroll." He said walking away from the bonfire towards the surf.
The sounds of the party fading behind him, Galen walked along the shoreline, the surf splashing against his feet and ankles. Little flecks of foam dotted the water, the moon shimmering in the sky above casting a pale pallor over the meeting of sand and water. The crashing of the waves all but obscuring the raucous beach party he had just left. Moving away from the water he headed towards an open gazebo marking the southern tip of the island. As he got closer he noticed a woman leaning against one of the supports, her arms closed around it.
"Hello," she said, as he plodded up the dune and mounted the steps leading into the gazebo's common area.
"Umm Hi," Galen said nervously, looking at her now.
Maybe 5 foot tall, dark hair, thick, wavy, an impish grin crossing her lips. Not too muscular but he could tell she took care of herself.
She moved towards him, taking his hands in hers. "Come here," she said, placing his hands on her hips. Pulling him over to the railing, she hopped up onto it, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"Kiss me," she breathed softly into his ear, her lips moving against him.
Moving one hand away from her, touching at her face, raising it up to meet his. He bent down and touched his lips to hers, feeling them part under the pressure. Her hands moved over his face and neck, reaching down his body to grasp his waist, pulling him harder against her. Legs raising, she drew him closer to her body.
Breaking the kiss, Galen moved his hands up her back feeling the muscles of her back undulate as she worked to get his shirt off. Leaning back, her legs grasping at him tighter now he allowed her to pull his shirt up over his head. His fingers finding the straps of the cotton shift she was wearing, hooking under them, drawing them down. Exposing her breasts, her back arching towards him.
Slowly he rubbed a palm over them, feeling her nipples stiffen under his caress. He bent down and took one in his mouth, his hand running down her side, encircling her waist, pulling her body against him. Her hands running through his hair and lightly scratching his scalp. She reached down and pulled his face to hers, small whimpers coming from her throat as she crushed her mouth to his.
Galen felt her tongue enter into his mouth, probing, tasting. He luxuriated in her taste, the smells and heat coming off her body. Quickly he pulled her cotton dress over her head letting it fall. Gathering her in his arms, picking her up off the railing and gently placing her on the wooden floor of the gazebo. Standing over her he drew his shorts from his body, letting them fall to the ground beside her.
