“Ugh. Mine too,” she replies. “Aren’t we a pair?”
“I think so,” I tell her softly. It’s the truth, even if it seems chaotic and wild. I’ve never felt a rush like this, like I do when I’m with her. It’s like jumping from an airplane. I’ve never felt so free.
“Then let’s go,” she says thoughtfully. She’s watching me with an expression I’ve never seen on her face, a small smile playing about her mouth. And I want the chance to learn all of her expressions, all of her smiles. I want to hear her thoughts, and lie with her in the sand as she tells me her dreams.
I tuck the board under my arm and take her hand again, this time leading her into the water. I move us out to where it’s waist high on her, and I hold the board steady for her to climb on. I wade out a little farther and wait for a decent wave, one that will move her out toward the beach a bit but not take her down. When it comes, I give her a big push into it.
“That’s it, that’s it! Now up on your knees!” I yell, and she does it for a split second before she falls over. I swim out to her and help her back on the board. “Ready to do it again?”
“Absolutely,” she says with a stubborn tilt to her chin. I love this. I have no doubt she’ll be standing by the end of the day if she puts her mind to it.
I wade us back out to deeper water, and when a good wave comes, I push her into it and watch as she pushes up to her knees. This time, she rides the wave until it tapers out, and I can’t help but smile as she celebrates her victory.
“I did it!” she cheers when I reach her.
“I knew you could,” I say with a smile. “You want to try standing up now?”
“Yes!”
“Do you want to watch me first, or do you want to just go for it?”
“Show me what you got, big man.” She laughs.
MacKenzie passes me the board and leans up to press her mouth to mine. It’s the first time she’s initiated a kiss with me, and I wrap my arms around her and deepen it, licking into her mouth. She winks at me when we pull apart, and then I jump on my board and paddle out farther than I had taken her, looking for a decent wave. Surfing is not unlike being on a mission; it’s a lot of hurry up and wait, but I’m lucky that a good one is building not too far out.
As it rolls in, I paddle into it and then push up onto my feet when I’m right over the wave. I twist and turn my body, rocking my weight from foot to foot to stay on the board for as long as possible. I’m sure I’m showing off for Mack, but whatever. I’m a guy. I want to look good for the pretty girl.
I swim back to where she’s standing with water up to her hips, and when I reach her, she jumps up and down with enthusiasm—for me—making me feel ten feet tall.
“That was awesome!” she shouts, tackling me into the water and making me laugh.
“You ready to try it now?”
“Yes!”
I put her back on her belly on the board. This time, I cover her body with mine, my legs stretched past hers and my arms on either side. I tuck my face into the crook of her neck and look ahead to where we’re going. And for the first time in a long time, here on the water, with this woman I’m just coming to know but at the same time in so deep with, I am at peace.
I slide off the back of the board when we’re out far enough, and when a wave approaches, I push her into it again. This time, she stands up. She doesn’t get far, but she does it. I love watching her face as she discovers joy in something I enjoy so much.
She rides a couple more, switching off to watch me a few times before we decide to pack it in for the morning. The beach is starting to fill with people, and I can think of more creative ways to get to know MacKenzie in private.
We dry off, gather our belongings in her bag, and she tosses it over her shoulder. I tuck the board under my arm and take her hand as we make our way back across the street to her condo. I lean my board against the side of her house next to the outdoor shower that we passed last night in our haste. It’s outside, but it also affords an amount of privacy.
She steps into the stucco stall and turns on the water. I watch her duck under the spray in her little swimsuit, and I feel my cock twitch. This outdoor shower just might host a slew of fantasies if I have anything to say about it.
The way the shower is curled into the side of the house, no one can see us unless they’re really looking. I step in behind MacKenzie and wrap my arms around her from behind, letting the front of my body mold to her back as she stands under the spray. She’s tall, but I’m taller, and the hardness of my cock presses into the upper swells of her ass.
“Wha-What are you doing?” she stammers.
“Mhmm…” I rumble. My mouth is so close to her ear. “I think that’s obvious.”
I glide my hands up her sides until I cover her breasts with each hand. Even with the way her bathing suit top binds them, she’s a little more than a handful. I want to feel her spill into my hands without the tight material separating our skin.
I grab the bottom band of her bikini top, pull it up over her head, and toss it aside. I cup her breasts again. Her skin feels cold to the touch, but it warms quickly under my hands. I flick my thumbs over her nipples and use the salt and sand on our skin to further abrade her soft skin. She tips her head back on my shoulder and moans as I pinch and pluck at her tender flesh.
I cup one breast in my hand and lean into her, nipping her ear between my teeth, all while gently sliding my other hand down her belly and into the front of her bikini bottoms. Immediately, she widens her stance, giving me access to her hidden places. I stroke up her seam with my fingertip before parting her to find her swollen clit.
I stroke her with the tip of my finger, and she rocks her hips against my hand. She knows exactly what she wants, and she’s not afraid to show me, and it’s sexy as hell. I bend my knees just a little, trapping her hips between mine and my hand. MacKenzie whimpers as I increase the pressure between her legs. Her head thrashes back and forth on my shoulder, and her cries increase as she gets closer and closer to the edge.
