I love it when a woman says yes to me. Seeing that little word sitting all by itself in a text box makes me smile. This particular instance turned out even better than expected.
10PM Tuesday night. I am getting in bed alone. After a very long day at work, I am still not tired.
Probably a lot to do with meeting Henry at Starbucks an hour earlier. It is a beautiful evening outside. Driving back from coffee with the windows open reminded me of cruising the beach at night growing up. Hours and hours in the car after dark, radio blaring and salty humid air blowing through the windows.
Stacy and I are texting at night pretty regularly now. My phone chimes as I am turning out the light and remembering the beach.
“whatcha doin’ ?”
“getting in bed, but not tired. Thinking about the beach. Love the beach at night.”
“Want to go with me tonight?”
Spontaneous. Not sure where that even came from. It all just kind of popped out.
20 minutes later she is climbing in my jeep wearing a fantastic pair of jeans and a Bob Marley T-shirt. Windows down. Radio blaring. She declares “I’m taking control of the music.” Fine by me.
She tunes to a classic station. At first I think she is just playing me until she belts out Billy Idol’s Eyes Without a Face, without missing a lyric.
We get up on the highway, and she bends over into my lap undoing my jeans. This just keeps getting better.
The Dept of Tolls now has a great photo of me getting a blowjob at 60 mph. We also receive an enthusiastic thumbs up from a late night dump truck driver.
She takes her time. I concentrate on the road. Keep up to the speed limit. Stay in your lane. She is working me slow and deep. The focus of driving draws it out a long time. I savor the moment. We are out on one of the bay bridges before I finally let go. Deep in her throat. My hand tangled in a fistful of her hair. Mouth lingering to get every last drop.
She’s back up in her seat singing again a minute later. Zeppelin’s Immigrant Song blaring as we fly across the remainder of the bridge.
Back on land, we hit a drive thru for shakes and fries. Her request, but sounds great to me.
One more small bridge and we are out on the key. We park in a public lot. I find a single old towel under the toolbox. Surprisingly clean. We pull it out, shed our shoes and head for the dune.
The moon is bright. There is a high tide and the water is calm. A few flashlights are speckled up the beach to our right. People are checking on sea turtle nests to be sure the next generation makes it into the water. Stacy and I head down the opposite direction. Holding hands. Barefoot, ankle deep in the surf. Rolled up jeans getting wet. Piper birds flutter around our feet as they chase bugs in the moonlight.
Well, it’s a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romances
‘Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I’m trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
And all the night’s magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush
– Van Morrison
A few minutes of walking and we find a spot nestled up against the rise of a small dune. Sea oats rustle in the breeze above our heads.
Jeans come off. Shirts come up.
She is beautiful laying there naked in the pale light of the moon. I take a moment. Smell the air. Run my hands down her skin. Bend in to meet her.
There is a condo over the dune. My hand covers her mouth as we slide together. Shhh…listen to the waves. She giggles, inhales sharply and pushes a muffled moan through my palm. Waves lapping in the background mingle with the sound of her.
We move to a slow rhythm. Almost to the time of the ocean, but not quite. She is holding the back of my head. My lips replace my hand on her mouth. We start kissing frantically.
The entire experience is surreal. Time slows down. Scents, sounds, touch.
I finish ahead of her, but don’t realize she is not done. We lay there clinging for a minute.
As I get up on my knees, she smiles up and starts masturbating. I watch for a minute, then see my chance to join in. I lay forward. Start biting her neck. Breast squeezed hard in one hand. Ass cheek gripped in the other. He body grinds against me. Her moans slip free at full volume. She comes hard. A moment passes nuzzling in the afterglow.
Scents, sounds, touch.
The turtle people start to work in our direction. Time to get dressed. holding hands, we stroll back up the sand and back to the Jeep.
Reversing course, we head back across the bay. Radio blaring. Beach fading away. Permanent Memory.