Tom drove literally two hours on a Friday morning for the beach. I felt a little embarrassed about wearing my bikini after we set up our stuff because he's never seen me dressed in such a risqué outfit. When we got to a Hotel 6, we unpacked and went to the bathroom one by one, changing into our swimsuits.
The pink-and-white bikini had a V neckline that dipped below my cleavage and revealed all the curves.
I pray Tom likes this.
I slipped a matching sundress over my swimsuit, placing my cat-eye sunglasses over my eyes. Tom especially has to wear shades today 'cause you know how people are if they have a light eye color and it's sunny. We made to the actual beach, laying a large beach-blanket over the white-hot sand. Tom stabbed an umbrella over the blanket and grabbed out the sunscreen.
He said it's SPF 30.
Take that, sun!
"Need me to rub it in for ya there, babe?"
"I got it," he responded, already done with his arms.
"First of all, why do you use sunscreen anyway? You're extremely pale," I pointed out.
"I can still get skin cancer, so I use it."
I pull my hair over my shoulder and he massaged the lotion into my skin.
His hands slithered very carefully over my neck then my spine, teasing the bones. "Your skin's so soft and thin," he complimented. He pressed his nose against it and inhaled it.
"Smells good, too."
I take my shoulder away and hastily skipped across the sand to jump in the water. I skimmed my hands through the lukewarm ocean, admiring the dark greenish-blue color and smelling the natural fragrance of the salt.
"Better than chlorine," I sighed.
My ankles were caught by Tom's hands as he dunked me underwater, making me gasp for air.
"Oh, my God, I will kill you, Tom Jordan!" I snapped when I resurfaced.
He laughed, splashing a huge spray of the water and aiming it at me.
I jumped under the water again to ambush him by jerking his body beneath.
I swam through his legs like I did when Mom was alive before the heart disease that claimed her. Tom swam to me, locking fingers with mine as he kissed me with fish lips. The only thing I hate about the ocean: sand and seaweed will get up in my...well, you know the rest.
Night came and we went to the hotel to shower together, then go back out to sightsee. We walked inside a gift shop, buying some seashells and plastic jewelry.
After that, we decided for some Chinese food and went to an ice cream bar. Tom got himself a Cherry Garcia on a cone while I got my favorite cookies 'n creme also on a cone. We sat on the steps to the beach, watching the black sea toss and roll in the darkness, the full moon hitting the water. I leaned against Tom's shoulder, sighing, "This is the best day ever."
"I'm glad it is because I want to make you happy as long as you live," he said.
I continue to finish my ice cream as he kissed me.
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Our Wild Spirits
General FictionIf only I had another chance at life, thought insecure Emily when she seeks shelter in the arms of her gentle, ruggedly beautiful boyfriend Tom from the abusive clutches of her father after his sadistic beating. She finally finds the freedom she's b...
