“No peeking, okay?” I tell Bambi as I tie the bandanna around the back of her head.
“Hurry up,” she complains.
I go to her side, opening her door like a gentleman. Taking her hand, I help her out and whirl her to face the direction I want her to see.
Bambi takes a deep breath. “Trikk... is that?” I whip off the blindfold, and she screams, dancing in place. “No fucking way... Am I dreaming? The beach? Oh my God!”
She throws her arms around me and kisses me hard. I pick her up, spinning her in a circle. Taking her hand, I lead her to the sand.
I chose a secluded area near Atlantic City so there's no people around, just us. It's gorgeous. The waves gently lap at the shore, the sound of seagulls the only other noise. The sand is littered with seashells.
Bambi tears up, shaking her head in wonderment. “I love you so much, Trikk. This is something I thought I’d never see. I can’t believe you remembered.”
I gently touch her face in a caress. “I remember everything you’ve ever said to me, baby.”
We spent many nights discussing our dreams. Seeing the beach was one of her top wishes.
I go into the bag again, pulling out two beach towels. I lay them out in the sand. Then I take out the sunscreen, the bikini, and even sunglasses for my girl. Lastly, there’s snacks and water.
With misty eyes, my girl doesn’t hesitate to drop her clothes, quickly donning the bikini. And damn—she is shit hot in it.
“Let me help with the sunscreen,” I offer, rubbing it into every inch of bare skin.
“Trikk? I don’t know how to swim,” Bambi says, biting her lip nervously.
“I got you. Just wade in—we don’t have to go in too far.”
Her first steps in the water send her into tears again. She stands there, watching the water hit her feet with a look of awe on her face.
“It’s so warm, and soothing,” Bambi tells me. “Thank you, Trikk. This is everything.”
“Aw, Bambi. No more tears, okay? Time to have some fun.”
I lean down and splash her, and she laughs in pure joy. She splashes me back, and we have a small water fight.
“I think I want to go in farther,” she says with a nod of determination.
Wading out, she goes in up to her waist, and waits, watching the incoming wave with wide eyes.
I get right beside her, taking her hand. The wave reaches us, washing over us and hitting us in the face. The spray makes her giddy, and she claps in happiness.
“That is so cool. Again,” Bambi announces.
We play in the water for a while, then she gets out, drying herself off.
“I want to collect shells,” she calls to me, grabbing the empty bag.
She doesn’t even wait for me to catch up. She just hoofs it down the beach. Bambi oohs and ahs over every shell she picks up, depositing each one into the duffel I brought with us.
I help her, and we manage to fill it up in no time. We head back to the towels for water and a snack.
Bambi looks me deep in the eyes. “Trikk, make love to me. Please. I need you.”
I’m already meeting her in the middle, our lips smashing together. I kiss her slowly and deeply, letting her feel every ounce of love I have for her.
We both shrug out of our wet suits, and I very softly brush my thumbs over her erect nipples.
“Oh. Don't stop.” Bambi’s eyes are already glazing with arousal.
