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  “Am I hallucinating, or are we fast approaching a screened enclosure?” I asked.

  “You are not hallucinating. This is the only thing I’ve added since I bought the house. I love the marsh—the sights, the sounds, and the smell. The one thing I don’t like—and nobody warned me about this when I moved here, are the No-See-Ums.”

  “Yeah,” I said, sagely, “Those little bastards are what keep more people from settling here. When I was a kid you could tell it was almost time for dinner by how many you had to swat away.”

  “I bet. My first night here at the house, I came down to the end to watch the sun set. I had a nice big drink and was relaxed and pretty happy with myself for buying a house. I sat down with my feet dangling a couple of feet from the water, and just as the sunset was getting good, I felt all of these tiny little bites. At first I thought it was some kind of rash, then I saw small dark things all over my arms and in my hair. I stood up to brush them off, but there were just too many of them. I started to walk back, and they just got worse, so I threw my drink away and ran the rest of the way back to the house. First thing in the morning, I called a contractor, and this is what he did for me.”

  Alex opened the screen door, and we went in. High-end outdoor furniture lined the perimeter of the enclosure. A nice sofa with a coffee table in front of it faced down the creek where the sun would set. Three big chairs all faced the same direction, and a sink was set at the side just over the creek. There was nothing to get in the way of the view. Alex set the cooler on the table, and I handed him the glasses. “Make yourself at home. Should I mix these up, or would you like the honor?”

  “You’re the host. I trust you.” We settled onto the sofa, and Alex handed me my drink. We clinked glasses and each took a long sip. It was perfect. We still had about an hour before the sun set, so, like we had rehearsed it, we both leaned back and put our feet on the table at the same time.

  We both chuckled, and Alex looked over at me and said, “Great minds think alike.”

  The first drink went so well we decided to have another one. Alex was wearing a white, short-sleeved dress shirt unbuttoned at the neck which gave me a small peek at his lightly hairy chest. Thank God he wasn’t a shaver (at least on his chest— in other areas I don’t mind a little grooming.) I watched the muscles ripple in his forearm as he squeezed lime juice into our drinks. His khakis were just tight enough that I could see how firm his thighs were. I looked up at the ceiling and asked, “Does that fan work?”

  “It better. I paid enough to have power run out here.” He got up to turn onthe fan and I couldn’t help but once again admire his ass. I also couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to squeeze those buns in my two hands. He sat back down just a little closer to me than when he stood up. I didn’t mind a bit. With the downdraft from the fan, I caught a very pleasant scent coming off of him. I couldn’t place the smell. It didn’t seem to be cologne just a manly wave of pheromones that was going right to my head.

  “This is nice,” he said. “I haven’t had anyone over in so long that I forgot what a treat it is to have company out here. To tell you the truth, I can’t remember the last time I sat out here and watched the sunset.”

  “Why not?” I blurted out. “If I had this view, you couldn’t pry me away from it.”

  “I work a lot. Maybe more than I should. They don’t need me all that much at the restaurant. I’ve hired some really good people that I trust.”

  “Why don’t you take more time off?” I asked.

  “That’s a good question. The simple answer is that I don’t know what I would do. I don’t like to piddle around in the yard. I’m not much of a handyman and there’s nothing around here that needs fixing. I do like reading but I feel guilty if I sit still for too long. I always feel like I should be doing something. At work, there’s always something for me to do. What about you?”

  “I like watching movies,” I said. “I love going and sitting in a big dark empty theater and losing myself for a couple of hours.” When I talked, he half turned his head so we were making eye contact. I could get lost in those blue eyes of his for a couple of hours.

  The sun was just starting to go down so, we turned our attention to that and sat in a very easy silence. “You know, that sun is magnificent, but I was serious when I said that I’d rather look at you.” He turned his head to look at me, and I looked right back at him and we both smiled a little. Then, very deliberately, he took my hand and lifted it gently to his mouth and kissed the back of it so lightly that I wasn’t sure it even happened. I let him. We both put our drinks on the table and turned so we were facing each other, our noses almost touching. He opened his mouth to say something, and I put a finger to his lips, then we very delicately pressed our lips together.

  We slowly opened our mouths and let our tongues meet. We moved closer together until we were chest to-chest. His lips were soft, and he tasted like vodka and lime. There wasn’t any static electricity this time, but there was definitely heat.

  Our kisses grew more passionate until we were making out like a couple of teenagers. I put my hand behind his head and pulled him to me. I couldn’t get close enough. I wanted to feel all of him, and I wanted him to feel me. We came up for air, and he slid his mouth to my neck. He placed little kisses from my earlobe to the tip of my chest, then ran his tongue lightly up my neck until our mouths locked again.

  I could feel my nipples harden and there was a delicious ache in my underwear, which was beginning to get wet with desire. We pulled apart and gazed at each other with undisguised lust. Panting a little I said, “So, how fast do you think we can run down that 800 feet of dock?”

  He laughed in a low, throaty way, “Not fast enough for me. If you can’t keep up, I’ll carry you.”

  It was a lot faster going back than it was coming down. If anybody was watching, it probably looked like we both had to pee very badly. We didn’t speak, but we did hold hands. I couldn’t wait for those hands to touch my naked body. We kept looking at each other and began walking faster. About 100 feet from his back door, we broke into a run and started giggling like children.

  We burst through the door, turned into his bedroom, and launched ourselves at the bed. As soon as we landed, we started groping at each other’s clothes. I undid all the buttons on his shirt, and he threw it to the floor. He slid my top over my head and tossed it behind him. I wasn’t wearing my nicest bra, but it was okay, since I was about two seconds away from not wearing it at all.

  His chest was firm and muscular with just enough hair to run my fingers through. I ran my hand down it and over his well-formed abs. His fingers found the clasp on the front of my bra, and it joined the growing heap of clothes on the floor.

  When my breasts came free, Alex stopped and stared at them. My nipples were already hard when he leaned forward and gently put his mouth over one and licked it. I couldn’t help the moan that came out of my mouth as he flicked it lightly with his tongue. His hand was slowly kneading my other breast, and then he brushed that nipple with the tips of his fingers. I moved my hand to the front of his pants and felt a very welcome bulge. He let out a small moan of his own while I stroked it.

  We found the front of each other’s pants and undid them. Zippers came down, and we were at the point of no return. I wasn’t wearing a thong, but what I was wearing didn’t leave a lot to the imagination. I was silently thanking God that I had shaved my legs and trimmed up my lady garden. He had on boxers with tiny dogs on them, within those boxers was a nice looking tentpole.

  Alex continued to lavish my aching nipples with his skilled tongue and he circled the stiff buds with his fingers while staring directly into my eyes. “These are magnificent,” he practically panted.

  “That feels incredible,” I told him. He closed his mouth over a hard peak and released it with a small, wet pop. Then he leaned up and softly blew on it. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this turned on. We were in our own bubble of desire. There was only the moment, and
I wanted to have all of him and give all of myself to him.

  The way he was using his mouth on me was going straight to my clit. It was throbbing and wet, and I couldn’t wait to see what his tongue could do down there. As if he could read my, mind he slowly began licking down my stomach.

  He kissed the bottom of each breast and ran a trail down the middle of my body with his tongue. His hands were sliding up and down my thighs as his thumb found my clit and circled it through the light, wet fabric that was clinging to me like a second skin. I let out a moan that sounded like it came from someone else.

  We were across the bed with my feet just hanging over the edge. Alex moved between my legs and, while fixing me with a playful stare that made the corners of his blue eyes crinkle, he slid my soaking panties down my legs and over my feet. He was standing next to the bed and I was completely naked and loving every second of it. He went to his knees and pulled me forward until my pussy was inches from his mouth.

  “Sit up,” he told me. “I want you to watch what I do to you.” My ass was on the edge of the bed. I sat up and rested my weight on my elbows looking down at his radiant face as it moved between my thighs.

  He parted my legs, and I could feel the wet heat move down my ass and tickle my backdoor. I was totally open and exposed to him. With a slow arc of his tongue, he licked my dripping folds. He found my clit, and just when I thought he was going to flick it, he blew on it, a hot stream of breath that felt like 100 fingers surrounded my bud, and I thought I was going come right then.

  His tongue darted out and hit my hot spot. He circled it gently with just the right amount of pressure. I couldn’t help the sounds I was making, and the view I had from leaning on my elbows was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever experienced.

  He took my clit in his mouth, and even though I couldn’t see it, I felt his tongue flicking up and down in perfect rhythm with my heart, which felt like it was trying to jump out of my chest. I blurted out his name, and he looked up at me and smiled with his eyes.

  I could feel my orgasm rising up from deep inside me. He pulled his mouth back just far enough that I could see his tongue fluttering on my swollen clit. I didn’t think it could feel any better. That’s when he slid his middle finger in my juicy opening and found my g-spot—and I thought my head was going to pop off. “You’re going to make me come,” I stammered. He licked faster, side to side now, and I was seconds away from exploding.

  I was in a place beyond words. I reached up and grabbed one of my nipples threw my head back, and let out a sound that I had never heard myself make before. “Ahhh, oh God, Alex. Oh oh.” I felt my body release his finger and he put his hands on top of my thighs. He looked up at me with an almost predatory smile. Then, with the featherlike tip of his tongue he gave my clit a short soft stroke that made my entire body spasm.

  I fell back on the bed and felt Alex crawl up beside me. He said, “I could tell you didn’t enjoy that very much, but if you give me a chance to rest up, I could try again and really put some effort into it.”

  We both let out a huge laugh. We leaned into a deep kiss, and I could taste myself on his lips. I put my hand on the side of his face and said, “I think with a little more practice, you just might get the hang of it.”

  He smiled at me. “I don’t think anyone has ever turned me on as much as you do, Kat.”

  “I don’t know if you could tell by my reaction, but the feeling is more than mutual.”

  We started kissing slowly. I could feel the heat coming off of Alex’s chest, and it seeped into my breasts. I was gently rubbing my nipples across his chest, feeling the delicious tickle of his hair rasp against them. I trailed my hand down his arm and moved it to the front of his boxers pressing his impressive erection with my open palm.

  He made a small sound deep in his throat, so I closed my hand around his hard cock and stroked up and down through his underwear. I eased my fingers through the opening in the front and touched his dick for the first time.

  It was smooth and much longer than the length of my hand. I traced my forefinger the length of his shaft; from the base to the tip, it was silky, and when I rubbed the underside of the head, he took a quick breath. I could feel a small amount of pre-come seep out of the top, and I spread it around the crown and then filled my hand with him.

  In a husky voice, I said, “Why don’t you let your friend come out and play?”

  “I was hoping you would say that.” He rolled over on his back and whipped his boxers off and tossed them away. The only word I can think of to describe his cock is “ perfect.” It was the biggest one I had ever held in my hand, but not so large that it was intimidating. I could easily wrap both of my hands around it, and the tip just peeked out of the top. It was thick, but not enough to scare me from wanting it buried inside me.

  While he was still on his back, I gently stroked it up and down. On the upstroke, I rubbed my thumb underneath the sensitive area below the head (in small circles.) Another drop of come emerged, and I smoothed that around as he let out a labored breath of pure pleasure. I wanted to give him the kind of ecstasy he had given me (and he was a guy, so I know he wanted that as well.)

  I wrapped my hand around the shaft and placed my mouth inches from his cock. I leaned down and ran my tongue from where my fingers held him up to the tip. I could taste the sweet tang of his juice and smell that heady, musky, man scent. I liked it.

  From the growl that escaped his lips, I could tell that he liked it, too, so I did it again. This time, I let my lips linger in a small kiss. I raised the head of his cock up and slowly took him between my lips.

  “Ah, that feels so good.”

  I didn’t bother to answer—at least not verbally. I slipped my mouth to the top of his shaft without taking my lips off of him then slid him further into my mouth. Shit, I forgot how much I missed doing this.

  There was no way this thing was going all the way down my throat, but the first several inches were more than enough for him (if his rapid breathing was any indication). I let his dick fall out of my mouth and stroked him up and down, spreading the wetness down to his balls. He had a nicely trimmed patch but nothing was waxed or strangely shaved. I caressed his balls, then cupped them gently. He shifted slightly and spread his legs just a bit.

  I ran my hand back up to his shaft and lifted it once again as I flicked my tongue against the underside of the head and put him in my mouth, just a little deeper this time. My tongue licked the tip while I held it in my lips and bobbed my head in time with my hand. I sucked slowly, wanting to prolong this moment.

  “Kat,” he rasped, “I love what you’re doing, but if you don’t stop, I’m going to explode.”

  I took him out of my mouth but continued gliding my hand along his length. With what I hoped was a sexy purr, I said, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that the point?”

  He chuckled. “That’s not what I mean. It feels fantastic, but what I really want is to make love to you.” Well, if that’s what the man wants, who am I to say no? I would be lying if I said I could wait to have this magnificent cock inside me.

  “I don’t suppose you have any protection, do you?” I asked.

  “I have an alarm system with a direct line to the police. Does that count?” I gave his dick a squeeze and shot him an icy smile. “Ow, I didn’t think so. I’m pretty sure I have some in the bathroom. Be right back.” He stood up with his erection leading the way, and did that strange walk guys do when they have a boner. I watched him flop into the bathroom and heard some drawers being opened and closed, then a very satisfied, “Yes!”

  He was still hard and funny-walked back to the bed with a box of condoms in one hand. “I bought these when I was going through an optimistic phase. Never been opened. I hope they’re still good.”

  That’s when I heard the unmistakable sound of Guns ‘N’ Roses’ “Welcome To the Jungle” playing. “Oh no, not now, please not now,” he said looking for his pants.

  “What’s wrong?” I aske
d.

  He found the phone in his pants pocket. “That’s Jerry’s ringtone. If he’s calling, something must be wrong at the restaurant.”

  I sat up straight and said, “Don’t answer it.” I didn’t want this to end so quickly. I was afraid our bubble was about to burst.

  “I have to. Jerry never calls unless it’s an emergency.” I fluffed up a pillow and clutched it protectively to my chest. He answered his phone with, “Dude, this is not a good time.” Alex let out a couple of “uh-huhs” and a few “yeahs” as he listened. He turned his eyes my way, and with a look of obvious disappointment and finality, he said, “No, you did the right thing. I’ll be there in fifteen.”

  “My two dishwashers got into a huge fight and beat the shit out of each other. Jerry says the place is slammed and the dishes are piling up to the ceiling.” He told me as he went to his dresser and pulled out an old pair of jeans and a faded t-shirt with a picture of Sinatra on it. He got a ratty-looking pair of sneakers out of the closet and set them on the floor.

  “I can’t tell you how bad I feel about this. Dishwasher is the only position at the restaurant that turns over like this. I can’t ask anybody there to do it, because the job sucks. It’s hot, wet, and nasty. So, I have to go in and pick up the pieces, shit.”

  I leaned back on the headboard and said, “That’s cool; I mean, I got to get off. That’s really all that counts.” He stood there naked with his jaw dropping and looked at me like I had kicked his dog. I laughed and threw the pillow at him. “I can’t tell you I’m not disappointed, especially with the great way things were going. But I’m not a child. You own a restaurant, shit happens, and you happen to be the pooper-scooper.” He came over to me, and I stood up. I was still naked, too, but it felt comfortable with him.

  We hugged tightly, and with his chin resting on my head, he told me, “I’ll make it up to you. This isn’t done by a long shot as far as I’m concerned. I hope you feel the same.”