Searching for a bargain, a shopper unwittingly falls into some else’s love life.
As we left the pier and the amusement park behind us and continued our stroll on the boardwalk, the prevailing light source became the moon and the countless stars sprinkled across the black velvet of the night sky. We walked in silence because there was nothing that needed to be said. We both felt complete within each other. The reflection of the moonlight upon the surface of the water beckoned like a glowing pathway to eternity and we were drawn once more down to the sand and the surf. Hands clasped, while also carrying our shoes, we walked in the wet sand, letting the expiring waves wash up around our ankles as we went. The water, though much cooler than it had been that afternoon, was nonetheless comforting and soothing. The beach was quiet and empty and ours.
We moved back up from the waters edge and tumbled into the sand and one another’s arms. Our kisses, no longer gentle and playful, became urgent and purposeful. In our eagerness, she tore my shirt, and though she apologized, in her voice there was just the faintest tone of triumph. As my hands moved over her body I committed every square inch to memory. Her breathing became ragged as she yielded to her passion and her submission was generous and complete. Soon, our cries drowned out the noise of the surf around us.
Afterwards, we lay side by side, tightly tucked into one another. Passion’s sweat was now chilling on our bodies, yet we were reluctant to part. I gently cradled her chin in my hands and gazed into her wide-open eyes and for the first time understood what it meant when I promised that I would love her forever. I wished that the world could stop at that very moment and leave us frozen in the little bubble of a universe we had created.
Suddenly my reverie was shattered by the sound of electrical motors engaging. I turned my head sharply to my left and saw the three garage doors going up.
“It seems the rain is finally letting up,” said the woman in whose garage I now once more found myself. I pulled the handle on the chair, lowering the footrest, and stood, not sure how much time had elapsed since I had sat down. I looked out the door and realized that it was still mid-afternoon. The rain was letting up but the sky was an indication that more rain would be coming.
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