5 comments/ 31148 views/ 1 favorites Natantia By: SinsiousSiren It was early Summer. School was out, the Gulf Coast beaches were crawling with tourist, fun, friends, everything but her. She was subjected to work at her father's restaurant, a small shack that sold shrimp, po-boys, and other southern fried foods. This left her little time for friends or play, and she hated it. This season was especially busy because there was an abundance of shrimp, and it was the best seller. This one tiny detail, shrimp, would impact, and change her whole life. A few days out of the week, she would have to drag herself out of bed, and go down to the docks with her father. He was always buying fresh stock from the boats and she hated those mornings when she would have to go with him. He would always say, "If you're going to run the restaurant, then you have to know what to look for and get the best." 'Yeah, yeah', she always thought. It wasn't until one particular Monday morning, a few weeks before the fourth of July weekend, they were on the docks, placing their order with one of the boat captain's, when she saw him. He was tan and rugged looking. She found him very hot. She thought, 'umm, he should belong with me'. She caught his eye, flashed a quick smile and looked away, as not to be to obvious. So much for unobvious, her father almost knocked her off the dock trying to get her attention. She turned to look back to see if he was still standing on the deck of the boat, but he was gone. On the ride home, she fantasized about him. What he was like, the sound of his voice, the smell of his body after a good long shower. On and off for the next few days, she was quick to suggest that she go to the docks to order the shrimp and fish for the restaurant, just so she could catch a glimpse of the hunk she saw that previous Monday. She would primp herself up, but not enough to look out of place, and head down to place the orders, hoping she could make a catch of her own. No luck. The catches of the day were better than hers. She didn't give up, this only made her work harder. Soon, she was going to the dock every day in place of her father, making the orders and picking up the stock. She was even so bold as to ask one of the captains about him, but he didn't have much to say on the subject. After two weeks of doing this, she told her dad she needed a break and he said he would go down and do business, she could pick up the stock, or they could switch back and forth. She was a great help to him with this, and the restaurant. Fourth of July weekend. A three-day holiday for most, but not for her, she had to work. The only thing she didn't have to do was go to the dock. Because of the holiday and the crowds, she was told to stay and attend to business at the shack. The shack was right off the beachfront and there were so many people. The fourth was even worse. They hadn't run out of food, but she had run out of energy buy the afternoon. She was sitting back behind the shack, drinking a coke and fanning herself under a shade tree when she heard a voice. "Hi." She looked up to see that fine guy from the boat. She was already hot, but she could feel her temperature rising. "Can I sit down?" "Sure, pull up a crate" She watched him, feeling her heart beat faster. "I heard you were asking questions about me, looking around for me." "Ah-huh" She felt so dumbfounded. What was she going to say, 'yeah, I wanted to hunt you down and have sex with you! I've been fantasizing about you since the first day I flashed my eyes at you and you smiled back at me.' "So, what were you wanting to know?" Tell him, you want to know if you can have sex with him. Tell him you think he's hot and you want to see how hot he can be, how hot he can make you. Tell him! "I just thought you were hot, that's all. And I thought, maybe, ah, we could get together sometime?" she blush and glanced away. "Well, here I am." A man of few words. "Hello, here I am." He laughed at her, she swooned. She kept staring at him, looking at his eyes, wanting to touch his hair, taste his lips, and other things. She fanned herself more and took a drink of her coke. He was drinking a beer. She was curious about him. What a perfect way to strike up a conversation. He beat her to the start of 20 questions. "So, tell me about you?" He said "What would you like to know?" "What ever you would like to tell me that your eyes haven't." He reached over and touched her leg. She felt her heart jump. Trying to shake off the surprise of his touch, she found something simple to say. "I have been working here since I was old enough to hold a spoon, full time since I was 17, that's been over two years now. I'm almost twenty. I don't have time to do much of anything else, and I miss going to the beach." She was quiet for a minute, "Just how did you find me?" "It was easy. I asked who the cute girl was with old man 'Pops'. The guys told me to come here and look you up." She blushed. "They told me you were smart, and knew how to work the guys over with your eyes, I believe them." She could feel herself turn very red. "Who told you that? The guys at the dock wouldn't give me a break if I flashed them. Well, maybe they would, but only because they fell back in the water and had to recover from laughter." "I don't know, I think they would fall back out of bliss." "Why sir," her voice in her deepest southern drawl, "are you flirting with lil' ole' me?" "Yes ma'am, I do believe I am." His smile was beautiful. She was in heaven. He was sexy, beautiful, handsome, and he smelled of summer rain! He took her hand, speaking in a deep southern drawl himself, "Ma'am, may I inquire who I am speaking with?" "Oh, my name," She could have slapped herself on the forehead. "Monica! You need to get back in here! NOW!" "That's Pop, I need to go." "Well, Monica, can I call on you again?" "Oh, such the gentleman. I do believe sir; I may faint in your presence!" She giggled. "I get off at 8, well 9 if you count clean up. Maybe we can watch the fireworks?" 'Or make some of our own,' he thought. "I will be here at 8 then. Good bye, sweet Monica." He politely kissed her hand and disappeared around the shack. She fluttered her make shift fan at her face, dreaming about him. "Wait, I don't even know your name!" she ran around the corner of the building, but he was gone. She watched the clock tick, and the more she watched, the slower it seemed to get. It was almost eight and he wasn't there. She felt excited and scared all in the same breath. They closed up the shack and cleaned up. It was almost nine when she looked at the clock again. She peered outside but didn't see anyone. She sighed. "Oh, it's just as well, I am tired anyway." She hung her apron up, tossed some water on her face, pulled her hair down from the ponytail and brushed it out. Grabbed her purse and went out, locking the door behind her. She bid good night to her job and headed out towards her car. She had taken a coke from the fridge as she left, drinking while walking across the lot, not paying attention to anything. 'It's such a nice night.' She looked at the stars, the moon beaming down. She was still lost in the night sky as she approached the car. A deep voice from nowhere, jarred her from her thoughts. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't be wandering alone this late at night." She was startled and almost spilled her coke. "Huh, what?" "I said, a pretty girl like you shouldn't be wandering alone this late." He walked closer to her as she turned to face him. "Sorry, I got held up," he said, taking her hand. She debated his words, shrugged, and told him it was all right. They walked over to her car and she threw her purse in the trunk and drug out a large beach blanket. "Shall we find a nice spot on the beach to watch the fireworks?" 'And make some of our own, I can only hope', she thought. "Sure, let me grab the cooler." He walked back to his truck, grabbed the cooler out of the seat and back over to her, taking her free hand. They walked out towards the sand. The low tide slowly lapped the beach. The breeze blew cool, the sky was clear and the moonlight flourished against the rippling waters. They hardly spoke as they walked over the dunes and out to a spot that looked comfortable. He spread out the blanket and they sat down. He offered her a beer and she accepted. She didn't drink much, but what the hell. "I brought you some coke if you'd rather." She shook her head and popped the top of the can, taking a drink. They talked, awaiting the fireworks. She found out some surprising things about him, and longed for more. She thought about his lips and watched him with fierce effort as he spoke. When he used his hands, she wished for his touch. They had finished their first beers when the fireworks started. The reflections from the water were just as grand as the explosions themselves. They first started out sitting apart facing each other while talking. As the fireworks continued, she ended up lying between his legs, leaning up against his chest. He would pull her hair away from her face, combating the never-ending sea breeze, touching her cheek and exciting her. She would hold onto his legs and press herself back against his chest, looking up at him while they talked. Eventually, he was holding her, and she had her arms entwined with his. By their third beer, they both felt pretty confident about the situation and he took a chance to kiss her. She had looked up to say something about one of the explosions as he slyly brushed her hair from her face, using that moment to crash his lips into hers, taking away all he could from her tenderness. It occurred to her that she didn't even know the name of the guy that was kissing her. She drew away, saying, "I would like to know just who I am kissing, if you don't mind?" "Oh, yeah, I'm Rick." He looked a little befuddled. "Sorry, I was so worried that you were mad 'cause I was late, I forgot I hadn't introuduced myself. And you got pulled away from me so quickly earlier, I didn't have a chance." "That's ok, Rick," she let it roll off her tongue, and liked the way it sounded, "Lets try that kiss again." there was vixen in her voice. Their lips met and the passion flared. The fireworks were nothing compared to the sparks between them. She maneuvered her body around, still in the midst of the kiss, managing to push him down on the blanket, lying atop his body. She felt excitement and longing build. It wasn't to shabby for him either. It wasn't often that he had a woman take advantage of the situation like this. Usually, he had to do all the work. Things clicked between them and they were both enjoying the moment. He rolled her on her side, still keeping their lips contacted, and brought her up underneath his body. He slipped his hands underneath her shirt, finding no bra, and ran them up and down her back, around to her front, along her belly and waist line, but wasn't sure about any further up. His hands were rough, yet felt good on her body. She helped coax his hand to her breast finding hardened nipples and soft mounds. He gently caressed her, consumed with her beauty and freewill. They pushed their bodies into each other and explored the depths of their fervor. He worked her jeans around her hips, finding his free hand caressing her lovely sex. She allowed him privilege. Consumed in kissing her neck, his breath hot and panting heavily, she moaned and rose up to meet his touch. He wanted to rip his clothes off and take her. She was willing to give, he wanted what she had. He pushed her flat, pulling his body over hers, looking at her splendor in the moonlight. She was radiant, young, and worth having. He worked her jeans down to revile a small dark patch of fur, and she spread her legs to offer herself to him. His fingers frolicked in her playground, lips glistening with feminine juices from her urges and want of him. She moaned, tussling her hair as she spread her arms over her head. He wanted to lick and taste of her; she wanted him to take her at his will. The silent conversation between them was almost more than they both could bare. He slid over her, as if to protect her from some onslaught of evil and kissed her lightly. Looking into her pleading eyes, he was overtaken by her confidence in him. He pulled her into his body again and pushed up into her, slowly stroking, coaxing himself inside. All that existed in this time and place was the two of them, these moments of heated passion and lust. They were oblivious to the change in the breeze, the carnival noises and "Panama" playing in the background. He was stroking in and out of her, moving quicker and bringing her over the edge of ecstasy when headlights, car doors and voices interrupted them. "NO! Don't stop!" She whispered in distress. "I have to, there's someone coming, and it ain't me.!" He rolled off her and pulled half of the blanket over her naked body, gathering her up underneath him and apologizing all in the same motion. He managed to slip his semi-hardness into his jeans and get them zipped up when the people came down the dune. He gathered Monica back up in his arms, she pushed into his chest. "I'm sorry baby, but I don't think we want to get caught." "No, not really." "Wait a few minutes, let them pass before you get your jeans on." He slipped his hand down to her warm pussy and rubbed her clit. "Damn you're wet, I want that juice on my lips." He drew his fingers up, licking them. She tasted of herself from his mouth when he kissed her. Umm, another pleasurable experience between them. A voice from nowhere disrupted their pleasure. "Hey, Rick! I knew I would find you here!' "Ah, fuck!" He said when he recognized the voice. "Stay here baby, I'll be right back. Get dressed while I take these guys over there some where so they don't see your sexy body." "Uh, ok." He kissed her again, and eased away from her, slipping the cover over her so she wouldn't be exposed to the guys coming down the hill. "Rick, don't be gone long." "I won't baby." He hurried up the beach and to the edge of the dune where his friends were calling from. The talked a minute, exchanging pleasantries and bullshitting with each other. "What the hell are you guys doing here?" "Well, you said something about going down to the shack tonight, but the damn place is closed. We saw your car and figured you were walking the beach." "This ain't a good time, I'm with my girl." "You mean that saucy lil' bunny from the docks? You bagged her?" "Damn, bro, she's hot!" "I'd be bangin' the chick!" Rick was getting a bit irritated with his friend, they could see it in his face. He walked down the beach towards the pier, his buddies dragging behind. "I told you guys, this ain't a good time." "Since when do you blow us off for chick?!" "Since he got a piece of ass from the bunny." He pointed down the beach at Monica. She was stretching and pulling her hair up over her head with her arms, her breast firm and nipples hard, showing in the silhouette of her body. "No wonder he bagged her!" "Shut the fuck up! She's not like that!" "Yeah, how the hell do you know!" "I just know. Now get the hell outta here before I fire all of you!" "Crabby when he doesn't get his ass!" Monica had begun to walk over to where Rick stood with the guys. She halted in her steps when Rick approached her, partially shuffling her away. "Dude, don't be rude, introduce us to the chick!" "Rick," She walked up and took his hand, he put his arm around her, "Rick, everything all right?" "You're the fox from the dock." The guy hit another ones arm, "See I told you he bagged the bunny!" "Shut up!" "You guys sound like a bunch of kids fighting over a smoke!" Rick said, turning him and Monica away. "Come on, introduce us man." Rick sighed, looked at her and introduced them, "This is, Chuck, Mark, Needles, don't ask, Tom." He pointed to each one of them and they all sang 'Hi' in unison. "This is Monica." "You are the bunny from the docks. Damn!" Needles said approaching her. She tightened her grip on Ricks arm and he stepped between them. "Look guys, its getting late and," "And Pop's lil' girl has to be home by midnight! Or her pumpkin will turn into a carriage!" Chuck giggled at Needles comment. "That's carriage turns into a pumpkin you dork!" Monica said to Needles. "Oh, yeah." They all bust out laughing. "Guys, you need to be getting back to the boat, we've got an early day." She glanced back and forth between the guys, her eyes a blaze. Chuck walked closer to her, "Damn, your eyes do sparkle in the moonlight." "Eh-hum." Rick cleared his throat. "Thank you," she said, blushing and looking away. "Come on baby, it's late, and I have to get to the boat early." Rick walked them back to the blanket, picked it up and shook the sand from it, grabbed the cooler and then her hand, and headed up the dune. "I'm sorry baby. I really didn't want to leave you laying there, our groove was good." "Yeah, I know. But there's always tomorrow." They were silent till they got back to her car. He put her blanket in the trunk and walked over to his truck, putting the cooler inside, then back to where he left her. She was propped up against her car waiting for him. The cool night air gave her a chill and he took off his jacket and wrapped her up in it, and then himself around her. "Don't let those guys get to you, they're my buds, but sometimes, they can be animals." "I liked the animal I was with earlier." She flashed her eyes at him, he melted. "Can I ask for you number?" "Isn't it a little late for that?" He bumped her nose with his, placing his forehead against hers. "Yeah, your right. I know where you work, so I'm good." "You really have to get out early? Is that why I haven't seen you at the docks in the mornings?" "Yeah, I've been getting the crew and trying to get the fist catches since its so hot in the day. If I didn't, I would sure like to spend a day with you, and then some." He flashed that sexy smile she loved. "I'm off tomorrow, maybe we can do something when you get back?" She snuggled into his chest, taking in his scent again. "Yeah, that would be great!" He excitedly whispered, kissing her head. "Mmmm." "So, do you want me to follow you home?" "If you like, I wouldn't mind. At least, you would know where else I am when I'm not at work." "Or flirting with guys on the docks in the morning." She popped him with the back of her hand, "That's not funny." He gathered her up close to him and kissed her deeply, feeling that rush of hormones that was not expelled earlier. She clung tightly to him, causing more arousal between them. "I have my own apartment upstairs from the garage, do you think?" "I think I would." They kisses some more and he followed her home. When they arrived, she pulled up into her spot in the driveway; he pulled in behind her car. The house was dark except for the light in the window above the garage. She gathered her things, found her key and waited for Rick. He got out and walked over to her, together they went up the stairs to her little bungalow. She unlocked the door, swinging it open and flipped on the lights. "Well, this is it. My semi-home away from home. At least the rent is cheap." She giggled. "Nice, cozy, smells good." "Yeah, not like the restaurant." she was talking back to him as she slipped through the door to the small kitchen, "You want something to drink?" "Yeah, what you got?" "Coke, lemonade, tea, beer?" Her voice echoed through the wall. "Beer's good." She came back through the door and handed him the beer. Natantia "I'm going to go take a shower, the remotes over there if you want to watch T.V. I won't be long." She bent down and stole a quick kiss. "If you want something to eat, help yourself." She walked away, taking off her clothes as she went. 'Oh, yeah baby, do I want something to eat! It's snuggled between those sexy legs and that hot ass you're teasing me with.' Rick watched her walk away. He gave her enough time to get in the shower before he found his way to there. He stood there watching her silhouette through the curtain as she soaped her body, rubbing her breast and between her thighs. She was rinsing off when he slipped in the shower, startling her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." "It's all right; I was expecting you sooner then this." She flashed her eyes through damp lashes, smiling at him. She eased her wet body against his. He ran his hands down her soapy back, rubbing eagerly down to her tight butt cheeks squeezing. She gasped and raised her eyebrow at him. Her hair fell long and caressed the small of her back. He tangled himself up in it as he rubbed her down. She braced against his chest, drawing into him, feeling his eager hardness rub against her. She spread her legs just slightly, giving him the opportunity to slip between her lips and feel her warmth. Rick eased himself gently to her, pumping slowly back and forth, teasing her clit and making her moan. She threw her head back and he met her lips, tongue dancing inside her mouth. He ran his hand down her butt and to her thigh, lifting up her leg to give him a better advantage. With the movement, he slipped inside of her, causing her to whimper. She did not deny him any pleasure. He pumped her fully, quickly making her come. "I want to taste you, lick you, love you with my tongue." he looked at her like a wild beast hungers after its prey. She nodded in acceptance and he pushed her against the wall, kneeling down in front of her, lifting her leg over his shoulder and lapped at all of her love. She offered no resistance, grabbing his hair and forcing him deeper with his tongue. He flicked at her clit and nibbled it willingly, thrashing her lips with his wicked tongue. She could feel the heat of his breath caress her folds and she pushed against him offering up a creamy dessert to his liking. He licked her clean and worked for more. She grabbed his hair in her one hand, and her breast in the other, pushing at him with fervent power. He made her come again, this time she squirted all over his face, down his neck and onto his chest. He never knew a woman came so much, and he was not about to let her juice go to waist. He lapped at her, sucking and pulsing his tongue at her lips, taking every last drop of her juices he could savor. He looked up to see her panting heavily, stood, taking her body in his arms. She clung to him with all effort she had left. He hovered over her like a god. When she was capable of standing, he turned off the shower, got out, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. She was still weak from the previous escapade, and continued to pant, catching her breath. He slid up beside her and collected her in his arms, nuzzling her neck and shoulder area. "You taste delicious. I've never had that happen before, I hope it happens again." "I hope so too." She was still panting, but not as hard. She snuggled underneath him, like at the beach, caressing his damp chest, running her nails up and down his neck, giving him chills. This turned him on tremendously. When she went for his manhood, he was already hard. She maneuvered her hand around and fondled him with lust and passion, stroking him eagerly. He moaned and took a deep breath. "Yes." He hissed, "Yes." She began to stroke harder. He pumped at her hand, quickening the pace. She reached down and collected some of her own juice to lubricate her fingers for his pleasure, almost sent him over the top. "Stop," he gently whispered to her, "Stop, I don't want to come like this. I want to feel you. I want you to come on me. I want you, like we were at the beach." She eased away, spreading her legs, offering herself to him once more. He took in the view, appreciating everything about her. He took her fully with the first stroke. She was wet and warm, he was rock hard and throbbing for her passion. She watched his eyes, watched his body. They had played enough. She was still reeling from what he had done with his tongue and he knew it wouldn't take long for her to come. She listened to him breath, his strokes got shorter, as did his breath. She pushed up to meet him, forcing him deeper within her body. He moaned, she moaned, she touched his chest, their eyes met, they couldn't' hold back any longer. "I'm going to..." "Come, come hard, come deep, fill me." She begged through panting breath. He couldn't stop, her voice, her eyes, her body, pushed him over the edge. He let all of his love fill her, expel into her, obliging her plea's for his pleasure. She returned the favor, soaking his loins with her own expelled juices. He stayed steady for several seconds, but had no choice but to collapse. He took her in his arms and kissed her fiercely. They savored the moment embraced with each other, kissing, snuggling, admiring. Their eyes and body said everything they needed to say at that time. He covered them up and they slept, she buried underneath him again. He held her like the world was ending. The liaisons between them went on like that on a daily basis. He would come in from the boat, meet her after work and head to her apartment. After hours of lovemaking and sleep, Rick would wake, feeling Monica move against him, and remember where he lay. He would watch her, breathing deeply. The faint light of the room caressed her skin with graceful care, giving her naked body an angelic luminescence. He would brush the length of her hair, stroke her back, and know all too well that he had to leave her side. There was an ominous feeling to the start of his days. The passion that held them together at night, ripped at him in mornings. He had never been with a woman that was so free. She enhanced all his fantasies, and opened his eyes to passionately strong feelings beyond that of sex. ~~~~~~~~~~~ After a few weeks, their commitment had grown deep and they had become all but inseparable. Rick lay there watching her sleep. He wanted to wake her and feel the delight of her body entwined with his, taste the fury of her loins, making her quiver under his touch. He smiled as he looked upon the beauty of the woman he laid beside, soaking in her scent and innocence. Gently kissing her cheek, he slipped from the sheets. He showered in silent agony, hating feeling the way he did. She had a power over him that he couldn't comprehend. She made him want and experience her, and all she had to do was smile at him. He felt the excitement for her build up, and turned the cold water higher. 'She'll understand, she knows' he told himself for comfort. He left this shower, drying off and back to where she lay. She slept calmly, a beautiful smile upon her lips. He dressed, watching her, pining for her. Rick sat on the edge of the bed, haunted by his thoughts, caressing her back, longing to lie down beside her and taste of her. He brushed her hair from her face, waking her gently. "Ummm," she looked to him, smiling, "what time is it?" "Almost 4:30. I have to go." his tone was shaky and soft. "Already? It's too early." she reached out to him, pulling his arm around her body. "No baby, it's not, I should have been gone an hour ago." She looked to see his troubled expression. "Don't go, stay here with me. Love me." "I wish I could, but I have a business to run." "I know." She sat up next to him, the light in the room growing, revealing her bright eyes. He almost couldn't stand it. "The sooner I go, the sooner I can come back." "This afternoon we..." "Yes, we will. I'll be back, I promised you that." She put her arms around his neck, kissing him. He kissed her, smelling of her, taking all he could with him. He released her and left the room, glancing back at her wrapped in the sheet, the light of the room revealing her beauty. "Rick," She half spoke, half whispered, pleaded his name. "Yes, baby?" "One last kiss?" He was to her in a flash, gathering her up in his arms, crushing her to his body. Her naked flesh felt warm to his touch and he absorbed her beauty and passion. Pent up emotions swooned around them, longing and want called their names. He tasted of her skin and hair. She took in his scent, wanting it to encase her body. The kiss broke. He caressed her face, putting his forehead and touching his nose against hers. She held his hand until the last finger slipped from hers. "Bye baby." She fell back in the bed, emotions wreaking havoc with her heart and body. He too felt the bliss and misery of their union. Monica lay, silently encapsulated in the sheets, smelling of him where he had lain from his scent on her pillows, missing his body, wanting his touch, waiting for his return. Rick drove, drove fast and hard, trying to escape the longing of her love and ecstasy, knowing that he couldn't. He arrived at the docks, parking the truck and turning off the engine, he sat there, basking in her scent that lay within his clothes. He thought of the night and the taste of her, how she felt against him when they slept. Never had another woman touched him in so many ways. His thoughts were disrupted by the rattling of the truck door, and the sight of Chuck standing outside. "Damn man, she must have done a number on you last night. You look like shit!" "Shut up. I'm not in the mood." Rick got out of the truck. "What? Didn't get 'Bunny' to frolic with the wood?" Rick turned to him and warned him again. "Shut up man, I'm not in the mood." "Dude, you either had a very hot night with 'Bunny' or a lot of cold showers." Rick took a swing at him, missing on purpose. "I said shut up! Her name's Monica! Stop calling her 'Bunny'" The look on Rick's face said it all, and Chuck backed off with one last comment, "Ok, ok, don't be such a dick!" They walked out to the dock, Ricks heart bleeding. Chuck met up with the others; Rick went to the helm. "Damn guys, I don't know what the fuck went on with him and that chick, but he's sore this morning." "Maybe he didn't get any sleep because of her. That always seemed to be my problem." "Mark, your old lady don't even give you any, that's your fucking problem." "Shut up asshole!" "Maybe he didn't get any at all." "Yeah, he's probably pissed off because of that." Rick came out to the deck, staring at everyone, "What the hell are you all doing standing around like a bunch of dumbasses, we got a boat to run! Get to work." They all scattered in different directions and as far away from Rick as they could. He stood on the deck, the place he had been standing the morning he first saw Monica. He thought of her, the first smile, first time he saw her sitting behind the shack fanning herself. Her beauty reflected by the sunlight sitting under the shade of the tree, and the starlight on the beach. Her angelic form asleep beside him. He realized at that moment he had fallen in love with her. This eased his pangs. He smiled at the sunrise and walked back to the cabin. "All right guys, lets get this gal a moving, we got work to do, and I want to get in early today, no messing around!" They were all pulling there share of the work, getting the boat out of the marina and out into the water. The clouds were moving in, it looked to be a good day after all. She slept late after Rick left, and spent the rest of her day cooking, shopping, and catching up on the weekly chores. The day drug for Monica, she longed for the warmth of Rick's body and the smell of his skin, but Rick was out on the boat and wouldn't be in until later. When all was said and done, she found her way to the beach, spending a few hours laying out on the blanket she and Rick had shared their first moments together, making her wish that he were there with her. She watched the horizon for the boats; only guessing which one might have been his, and daydreaming of the nights before. She eased her self into the cool of the water for some relief of her thoughts. Monica found her fingers caressing her folds and felt a longing for Rick to touch her as he had. It was easy for her to find personal satisfaction with the constant wake of water crashing against her breast and the motion under her where her fingers danced around her lower lips. She quickly brought herself to ecstasy, feeling the warmth of her juices escape her body enhanced by the warm water around her. She lay back, allowing the sun to caress her skin, the water to lap at her body, and her emotional state relaxed. The water rushed up around her body and she was conscious of herself in its embrace. Rick happened to be driving past on his way to Monica's place, in anticipation of another round of hot loving, when he saw her Challenger parked at the beach. He had pulled a u-turn and headed back in the cars direction, wanting to surprise her. He pulled in the space by her car, parking. He sat for a moment looking for her when he spotted her in the water. "How luscious she is." he growled as he got out of the truck and found his way to the water where she lay. She looked at him with adoring eyes, she could see him melt under her stare. "I decided that I would come out and get some sun, and watch the boats. I was hoping I could pick yours out, but obviously not." She got out of the water and approached him, running her hands down his chest, "I was getting ready to go." Rick paused long, thinking about his emotional state of the day, "I missed my baby, and didn't want to be out there today knowing you were alone in bed." He took a deep breath, "Fuck woman, what the hell have you done to me?!" He smiled, "Do it again, what ever it was!" She giggled at him, "It will have to wait. You know family gatherings, my turn to help with the food. I should have been finished hours ago, and I am running late." She took a moment to collect her thoughts, "I was hoping you would come, you know most of my family already, and I thought it would be a great time for us, and..." He put his finger to her lips, "I've got fresh shrimp in the cooler, it won't take long to cook, and then, we can do some cooking of our own." She flashed her smile in agreement. "God woman, you're beautiful!" he whispered softly to her. The moment swept them into a kiss. He tasted of her sweetness and took in every last scent he could from her body. She clung to him, tightened her arms around him, feeling of his chest against hers after longing for his closeness. "I missed you today." he spoke through the kiss, she replied in the same manner. The kiss slowed to little pecks, tiny tastes of each other, little things to clasps onto for times of separation. He knew by the look she gave him that they were headed to where he left her that morning, where once again, she would give herself freely to him, and he would take everything she offered, retuning himself as fully and freely to her as well. A car horn, made them suddenly aware of their surroundings. "I guess, ah, we should be getting back to your place." "Yeah, I suppose so." she acted shy, blushing. "Hey, I am a pretty good cook, handy in the kitchen." "You wouldn't mind?" "Naw. I'll even do the shrimp so you don't have to. I think I've got about 10 pounds in there, good size too." "You're on!" She paused, putting her hands to his chest, her voice sexy and seductive, "Just wait for dessert." "Oh, baby, I am looking forward to it!" They kissed once more, letting go of each other in one desperate move. Rick opened the car door, helping her in, kissing her briefly before walking back to his truck. He pulled out of the way so she could maneuver her car, allowing him to follow. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the tiny kitchen of her apartment, Monica and Rick flowed with ease as they cooked and prepared the shrimp for the family. Rick felt right at home, and she felt comfortable with him. It was like a ballroom dance the way they moved about. "What time did you say we had to have this finished?" "By six, everyone is supposed to be here by then, but we usually don't eat until seven, giving the laagers." She swirled around his back and to the counter with a pot in her hand. "So, if we finish in the next twenty minutes, we have time to work on dessert?" He winked at her, she smiled. "Well, now that all depends on what you are planning for dessert." His face glowed and he smiled with great esteem, "Why, muffins, or cream pie!" She couldn't help but laugh. She was hot and still wore her bathing suit on under her apron. Rick had already taken off his shirt when they first started cooking and wore only his jeans. She brushed his chest and teased him with her nails; she could hear his intake of breath as she did. "I'm hot!" "YES! You are!" She blushed, "I am going to take a quick shower and wash the day off of me." She looked at him with sultry eyes, "Care to join me?" "You don't have to ask me twice! Repeat of last night?" "Ummm, we'll see?" She smiled, kissed him quickly and rushed down the hallway, taking off her top as she went. He was right behind her, and he caught her top as she threw it back at him. She was out of her bottoms and into the shower before he could even get his jeans off. It took him two tries because he tripped on the leg as he pulled them off going down the hall. She couldn't help but laugh at him, and when he got in the shower with her, he sprayed her with the water and caught her up against him, tickling her. She squirmed like a pig and screamed out for him to stop through her laughter. They were having so much fun they hadn't realized that the shower curtain was open and the water was spraying on the floor. "WAIT! Wait, were making a mess!" she giggled and screamed. "Oh, shit! Sorry." Rick slid the curtain closed and grabbed her again. "So, if a shrimp gets away from me, and I have to try and catch it before it gets too far out of my hands, this is what I have to do." He worked his hands up and down her as if he were trying to catch a runaway shrimp, flinging his fingers and tickling her as he did. She squirmed and screamed some more. He was enjoying this. She pleaded for him to stop, she couldn't take any more, she needed to catch her breath. He stopped ticking her, she stood panting and laughing, he laughed too. He straddled over her, his hands on the wall, forehead against hers, lightly panting, as she leaned into the wall for relief. He brushed his nose to hers and stole a quick kiss. She returned the kiss, her hands touching his chest. They were silent for a few moments, still panting. "I haven't had this much fun in the shower since I was a kid." "Oh, and last night wasn't fun?" she asked not so seriously. "Last night, you were mind-blowing. I don't even remember the water. All I remember is you, and your body, your scent. Damn I missed that today!" She batted her eyes at him, he melted into her. She reached up around his neck and met his lips, bringing the fire and passion that he longed for. He wrapped his arms around her and met her tongue with heat and desire. The water seemed to steam off their bodies as it flowed from the showerhead. He twisted himself up into her hair and caressed her back, finding his way down to her leg and lifting her up to him. "Do you think we can do this?" "I would like to try." she spoke softly. He pulled her up at an angle and adjusted himself against her, his hardness awaiting her soft, silky folds. He rubbed himself in her lips and enticed enough juices to get his head inside of her. Natantia She moaned as he did, and he picked up her other leg and held onto her, bracing himself on the wall, pumping into her in long, gradual strokes. She clawed into his shoulders and back, persuading him more and more into her body. He pushed faster into her and felt her quiver under his touch. The warmth of her juices drained down his legs, creating the tension he needed to bring him to his peak. He exploded into her warmth and she gasped as she felt him. Monica grasped onto his neck with everything she had and panted heavily, throwing her head back moaning loudly feeling her own explosion of harmony with him. He brought her to him and helped her relax her legs, easing them down one at a time, still holding her near him so she wouldn't collapse. She squirmed as he gently soaped her body and the swollen lips of her folds. He would fondle her and she would whimper at his touch. He knew she had enough, but he couldn't help but tease her. She was limp with sexual exhaustion. They rinsed off and he helped her from the shower, drying her off and picking her up, carrying her to the bed. He left her lay long enough to dry himself and lay next to her. She kissed him gently and snuggled down in his arms. It wasn't long before they were both asleep.