I have picked out a summer dress, hidden it in the alcove of my closet, I touch it and  place it away from eyesight. I have a date in mind to wear it, or at least a vision of when I will wear it. But until then it hangs waiting. Yeah sure I could wear it today, tomorrow, I could run down the cement sidewalk in it even, but I picked it out with him in mind. A day along the sandy shore, chasing the sunlight away with our own private bonfire, watching the stars light up under the dark sky. His hands rubbing my bare legs, my laughter echoing with the waves, his voice low and passionate in my ear. I watch the dress glide back hiding between the hangers of my closet, and smile.

My tank top shimmers under my glance, and I head down to meet him. Bare chested, swim shorts from a earlier surf session. His ginger curls line his neck, wet from with ocean water, his back is to me, tall and slender, broad shoulders twitching under his movements. I watch him for a moment, feel the air around him, in awe of how he can be so big, not in size, but yes in size, but more or less as a person that is so unaware of his totality. Some people are gifts that walk among the rest of us, or maybe he is just mine and that is why I feel that strength in the air that swirls around him. It’s inspiring, and I wonder if he feels this way about me, that complete aura of love and awe, and gratitude, shock of how I could be so lucky.

He turns to meet my eyes. Blue to Green. My pupils expand as my lungs fill with the sharp intake of air. His widen. He looks at me, walks towards me. Grabs my face. I can’t talk, no words will leave my mouth, I want to hide, die a little from the idea that he is touching me. That this beautiful man is touching me. He leans in and kisses me, and for a moment I forget that I know his kiss, I forget how to kiss. He takes a quick intake of air, and inhales me, within that I respond, gripping his hair, dance my tongue along his. My arms lock behind his neck, his lock around my ass, and like that I remember how to breathe, how to taste his kiss, I remember how his kiss is mine, and I moan.

He looks at me, lifting me, carrying me to the counter behind us. My tank top gets thrown, my lace panties are ripped, his fingers fill me, I cry out. I steady my hands on his shoulders, watching as he licks the fingers he was fucking me with. My cum sticking and dripping down his fingers, to his palm. I grab his face, needing a kiss to echo and feed me.

Hopping to a stand, I turn around, and present myself. This is what I am aching for, the rawness of his hunger to overtake me. He turns me to face him. Like a electric current filling me, I fall in a trance of hunger, and awe. He takes my hand, removes his shorts, sits in his chair and places me on top of him, I ride the waves of desire that flood between us, as we watch each other, staring into each others eyes.