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A sexy woman approached wearing the latest hip hugger slacks. You have to picture tight fitting red huggers that emphasizing body movement. The tight crease resembled a gash in her slacks. It was a focal point that
centered her body movement. A hip gyro equal to the finest wrist watch. Curved hip motion moved to time. Their speed was accurate to a the second hands. Within five seconds I wanted to meet the approaching mechanical figure of perfect proportioned flesh. She smiled and laughed at my gaze. She knew I was a watch expert. I had to laugh too. The woman had the prettiest face.
Her laughter captured my attention, and I was looking at her gash. Either I spoke out loud or her psychic power broke the ice. Her words were direct. “What are you looking for?” Her comment surprised me, but I replied
with my effective sophisticated vocabulary. “You.”
A one-block walk together produced four movements on the minute hand. We had a date and were on our way to a sunset kayak tour.
The hour hand pointed to one. Simple talk had elevated to personal issues of understanding producing an immediate friendship. What would sunset offer? "Have you ever paddled a two-person kayak?" It took Porsche several minutes to learn a smooth double stroke. The
blond haired blue-eyed lady was thrilled with her accomplishment. “Porsche, now you are promoted to second kayak officer. We will stop just a little way out at sea.” We reached the co ordinance on the portable GPS, which laymen call a ground positioning station.
"Porsche paddled but was a curious woman. "Will we find the lost city of Athens?" I took another GPS reading and answered my second officer. "This miracle of technology is a hand held instrument receiving signals from twelve different satellites that circle the Earth. The screen readout tells me within inches,
here I am in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. If Atlantis is here we will find it."
The smile on her face, gave me my next question. "Where am I with You?” She swirled her golden blond hair that curved over her shoulder and replied; "
“I’ll hold you to your words. My first wife use to say careful what you say it may come true?”
Her laughter was intoxicating and my GPS screen said we had arrived at a magical spot. The aft storage locker held a small anchor. The splashing sound indicated we had stopped.
The pop of the Champaign cork was a romantic sign that there would be more conversation and laughter. By the third glass of bubbling liquid we were beached. Our seventeen-foot kayak had been lifted out of the sea. Porsche, was very surprised. “There are pools of fish all around
us.” I was comfortable with her impressions of paradise. “Lets walk the island beach. Every full moon we have a low tide and this miracle happens. The island legend the size of a field rises from Neptune’s ocean treasure chest. Sunshine reflections off small fish pools
giving the effect of sparkling diamonds
across an island of desire. The magical illusion is Cucamonga. Welcome to my enchanted Island. Know I am going to give you three wishes.”
We strolled across the fresh clean sand holding hands and kicking water. She stopped turned her body towards me and said, “Could love be this simple?” Her eyes reflected her Cucamonga
soul; “Your first wish?”
“No, just answer me without a question.”
“Life is what you make it. If you want simplicity, go in a simple direction.”
Her long fingers went around my waist as she pressed her face into my chest. I understood what she was saying. She looked up into my eyes with her first request.
I tilted her chin up and kissed her lips softly. “We are going to be good friends.” She excitedly ran across the sand. All time had stopped for us. As she ran back to me her hip movement was faster almost an impression of a
Tahitian Hula dancer. What had first attracted me was her sexy slow Hawaiian Hula walk. Her hips had my attention again. She noticed and answered my sexy imagination. “Maybe.” I did not hear her. “What?” She sang to me. “Maybe baby I’ll have you.”
She excited me, but my response was, “You’re a Buddy Holly fan.” Her sexy answer was, “maybe.”
“Your to young to be a Buddy Holly fan.”
“I’m twenty-eight, mature enough for a Buddy Holly. You promised me a sunset. If we don’t drown why paddle back. Lets put a blanket over there.” She was an exceptional woman. Her words warmed my body.
The pools are like a hot tub. I took my clothes off and sat in the warm water as small schools of fish swarmed around my body. This is one of those occasions when your calendar indicates gym appointment four times a week. She looked at my six foot frame from head to toe and unwrapped her blouse slowly. Clinging hip huggers were the sex appeal that
introduced forty five to twenty eight. She wiggled out of the tight fitting pants. Stepping into the pool displayed long sexy legs.
“The water is warm. I fell erotic.”
We talked in one
another’s arms and kissed. We laughed as the salt water floated her 110 pounds. Our bodies pressed firmly with the next embrace. The magic of the Florida Keys captured our emotions. Thanks to thirty four inch hips I lost track of time. “The island will disappear in a few
minutes. Lets get in the kayak and paddle like we were kayak racers. I promised
you a sunset and I know the perfect place to continue our adventure. Her nude body did not want to separate from mine. “Porche, I too do not want the magic of the pool to end. It is such a romantic place, but we have to slow our hormones down.
I know where we should continue.”
She did not move. When she spoke it was emotional, "It has been two years since Jeffrey died. We dated for four years before our engagement. I was so young an impressionable. " Jeffrey was my first and only lover." She pushed against me. "Jack I am very comfortable with you." She lay on top of me waiting for me. Silence was broken when she said, “you can read my body language give me wish two.”
“Porche, we don’t even have time for a quickie. Well loose the kayak. It is at least a three-mile swim.
"Your muscular body is so hard." She slipped me inside her denying any
danger as she moaned. I accepted her gift for a brief moment of pleasure. She held me tight refusing to separate. Her finger nails pierced my bicep muscles. I whispered into her ear, "I'm going to love you with all my soul." I lifted her into my arms and watched red hip huggers float away with the current. As I walked to the Kayak in
two inches of water her face found a comfortable place in my chest.
Viewing her shapely nude body waiting in the kayak I increased my pace. The storage locker secured the anchor and our
vessel was off to a romantic sunset.
“Porche all your wishes will be fulfilled
tonight.”
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