The next few days passed in a blur of sex, sun, and being together. One morning it was raining when we woke up. While we were having coffee I convinced Janet to put on that red bikini. I threw two towels in a plastic bag and led her to the beach and straight into the water.
We were like two kids. At one point I picked her up and threw her into a big wave. She surfaced with both of her breasts fully exposed. Under the guise of assisting her to re-tie her top I took it off and stuck it in my pocket.
"Tom, what are you doing?" She dipped until the water was up to her neck and even with that put one arm across her breasts.
I swept my arm indicating the expanse of beach. "Janet, there's no one out here for miles in either direction. I think my mermaid should be able to swim topless."
She swam toward me and crushed her naked breasts against my chest. Loosening her grip she allowed her body to move with the waves resulting in her boobs moving all over my chest and stomach. Her nipples felt like two fingers tracing map routes across my skin.
"You know," she purred salaciously, "old time sailors were afraid of mermaids. They considered them sirens who could entrap them and hold them forever."
"Do you see any indication that, given our present situation, I consider that a bad thing?"
She splashed water in my face and tried to swim away. I caught her, held her tight, warned her to take a breath and took her below the surface with me. We continued our kiss under water, rolling with the waves for a few seconds. Coming up for air, literally, she started undoing my shorts and pulled them to my knees. She pulled her bikini bottom to one side and slid herself over my erection. We started fucking but the combination of the salt water and waves was not ideal so we ran out of the water to the beach holding hands.
The rain had stopped so I spread a towel on the sand and plunged myself back into her honey hole as soon as she was on her back. We had a good pace going and she was getting close when we both sensed something, perhaps movement out of the corner of our eyes and turned to look, thirty feet away was a small boy just staring at us. In a blink his mother appeared, saw us, stopped dead in her tracks, smiled, mouthed the word 'sorry', grabbed her son's hand and began pulling him away.
"Mommy, what were those people doing?" we heard in the little boy's curious voice.
"They were, uh, helping each other dry off," his mother explained. Pretty quick thinking on her part, I thought.
We fell into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Finally recovering I pulled up my shorts, wrapped her in the dry towel and we raced back to the condo where we started having sex in the shower and continued for several hours until I lay exhausted on the couch unable to take advantage of Janet's naked body sprawled on the floor next to me.
Saturday was my last day. I was on a mid-day flight home on Sunday. I felt such a twinge of sadness in my heart knowing I was leaving the next day. I made reservations at one of the nicest restaurants on the main street. I wanted the evening to be special. And I wanted to see Janet in that little black dress we bought.
It was worth the wait.
I was standing in the space between the living room and kitchen. I looked up. I stared. I mean, I just stood there, motionless, with my eyes fixed on her. I'm sure my mouth was agape. She was walking toward me using that runway strut that fashion models employ.
I will attempt to describe the vision that she was. I am incapable of truly communicating the beauty, the grace, the raw carnal splendor that she embodied.
Her long blonde hair was swept back over the top half of her ear on each side of her head. It was collected in a not loose, not severe gathering at the back of her head. Light shading of color on her eyelids and mascara made her already captivating blue eyes even more amazing. Her lips were once again the color of sweet, pink frosting (I was sensing that this was a favorite) that allowed their sensuousness to be accented but not overpowering and fit perfectly with the color of her tan skin.
Her ears were adorned with simple diamond studs, I estimated them at a carat each. They sparkled and flashed in the light, drawing attention to her long, graceful neck. A hammered silver necklace about a half inch wide circled the base of her neck, lying flat against her collar bone.
Over each shoulder lay a thin, round strap that descended to meet the top of her black, silk dress. The fabric collected loosely, sexily but not provocatively over and around each breast. The material draped perfectly between her two unharnessed mammaries. On her sides the material was taut, but not tight as it circled to meet the strap at her shoulder blades. Between the straps on her back the silk gathered and flowed in a dramatic fashion, similar to the effect between her breasts, allowing her tanned back to be displayed.
The dress fell softly over her flat tummy and the gentle curve of her hips. Somehow it seemed to dip in below her behind. It ended at the middle of her thighs all around.
Her tanned, toned arms never looked better and she wore a silver watch with a white face on her left wrist, a single silver cuff that matched the necklace above her right bicep. Only the ring finger of her left hand was embellished with that blue sapphire ring. Her fingernails were a perfect, muted French Tip.
The effect of her legs, exposed from mid-thigh to toe was heightened (literally as well as figuratively) by the five inch spike heel sandals with the half inch platform. Jet black leather, the heels arched her foot perfectly. A single, thin strap that crossed behind the heel and buckled at the side of the ankle worked in concert with a single, slightly wider strap that ran straight across the top of her peds, just behind the line where her toes met her foot. Each nail was painted a perfect, bright red guaranteed to draw attention but not distract.
In short, Janet was beauty, class, sex, dignity and style all packaged into one feminine human.
Her dazzling smile slowly waned. "Well, say something," she pleaded.
I said the first thing that came into my mind. "Janet, you look TFS."
Her eyebrows arched and confusion clouded her gorgeous face. "TFS?"
