beach?”
Lindy smiled. She loved when he teased her. “Very funny,
Tom, always be—”
“Yeah, I know, always be prepared. Did you bring the last of
the letters with you?”
“Yes…” she said hesitantly.
“Well, if you can find an empty spot in there, bring them
along.” Tom grabbed an empty burlap tote and they headed for the Mercat de
l’Olivar.
Although it was still early, the stalls were crowded with
the locals doing their shopping. Lindy liked this time best, before the
tourists converged, seeking to insult their way through the vendors, afraid of
being taken for a ride. There weren’t too many things Lindy liked as well as
sex but food was a close second.
The vibrantly colored, carefully arranged fruits and
vegetables looked almost too good to eat. The briny smell of freshly caught
fish mingled with the yeasty warmth of freshly baked bread, and hams and
sausages were hanging at every turn. The perfume of the spices seemed to be
dusting the exotic blooms of unusual flowers.
Lindy took a deep breath and let the sensations fill her.
She could taste it all. Feel it all. The sun was bright, the water sparkling
blue and Tom’s hand was in hers. Life was most definitely good.
They filled the sack with more than they could possibly eat
but it had been too difficult to choose. Tossing the bag into the Jeep, Tom
drove them to a local beach secluded in a small rocky cove. He found a spot in
the shade of some palms nodding gently in the sea breeze and set the bags on a
flat rock.
“Tom, don’t you want to be in the sun? I was hoping to work
on my tan. I’m a little pale next to you.”
“Believe me, Lindy, you will get plenty of sun right here. I
am not going to have you frying like a rasher of bacon out there on the
beach—British bacon, not that wee strip of fat you Americans call bacon.”
“Oh Tom—go pound salt. Okay. But I have sunblock. And a hat.”
She whined just a little.
“Both of which you will wear. I can’t have you burned so
badly that you won’t let me touch you later,” Tom said, his gaze burning her
already-scorching, willing flesh.
A familiar tickle grazed her clit and she swallowed hard. He
pulled the t-shirt over his head and Lindy ogled his tanned, muscular chest.
Just enough of a six-pack to know it was there. Perfect, she thought. Not
overdeveloped but so fit .
“Lindy, hand me the sunblock and lie down.”
“Oh.” She sucked in a breath and stared at him with hunger
in her eyes.
“Lindy—”
“What? I just said ‘oh’.”
“You say ‘oh’ a lot and it always means something.” Tom’s
smile was easy and warm.
Lindy settled on the blanket and closed her eyes.
“On your tummy.” He chuckled warmly.
She turned over and sighed as Tom began to work the lotion
into her skin. He started at her feet and worked his way up her calves, rubbing
the muscles deeply. His hands moved up her thighs, gliding up and down, his
fingertips dancing dangerously near her sex.
As he massaged her arms she moaned, feeling the relaxation
sweeping through her. The sound of the ocean crashing to the shore, the birds
chirping in the trees, the chatter of people enjoying the day all lulled Lindy
to a place of peace.
Her body jerked as Tom squeezed the cold lotion onto the
center of her heated back. Tom’s laughter filled the air.
“You brat,” she howled.
“Thought you were going to nod off on me.”
His hands worked the lotion into her back, moving up and out,
his fingers tickling her waist. He untied the string across her back and
pressed the heels of his hands into her shoulders, his fingers grazing the
sides of her breasts.
Lindy whimpered and turned over, the tiny green scraps
slipping with her movement and exposing the edge of a pale-pink nipple. Tom poured
more sunscreen into his hands and slid them together, warming it before placing
them flat on her belly and massaging it into her soft skin.
His fingers slid under the edge of her bathing suit, just
reaching the
Lindy smiled. She loved when he teased her. “Very funny,
Tom, always be—”
“Yeah, I know, always be prepared. Did you bring the last of
the letters with you?”
“Yes…” she said hesitantly.
“Well, if you can find an empty spot in there, bring them
along.” Tom grabbed an empty burlap tote and they headed for the Mercat de
l’Olivar.
Although it was still early, the stalls were crowded with
the locals doing their shopping. Lindy liked this time best, before the
tourists converged, seeking to insult their way through the vendors, afraid of
being taken for a ride. There weren’t too many things Lindy liked as well as
sex but food was a close second.
The vibrantly colored, carefully arranged fruits and
vegetables looked almost too good to eat. The briny smell of freshly caught
fish mingled with the yeasty warmth of freshly baked bread, and hams and
sausages were hanging at every turn. The perfume of the spices seemed to be
dusting the exotic blooms of unusual flowers.
Lindy took a deep breath and let the sensations fill her.
She could taste it all. Feel it all. The sun was bright, the water sparkling
blue and Tom’s hand was in hers. Life was most definitely good.
They filled the sack with more than they could possibly eat
but it had been too difficult to choose. Tossing the bag into the Jeep, Tom
drove them to a local beach secluded in a small rocky cove. He found a spot in
the shade of some palms nodding gently in the sea breeze and set the bags on a
flat rock.
“Tom, don’t you want to be in the sun? I was hoping to work
on my tan. I’m a little pale next to you.”
“Believe me, Lindy, you will get plenty of sun right here. I
am not going to have you frying like a rasher of bacon out there on the
beach—British bacon, not that wee strip of fat you Americans call bacon.”
“Oh Tom—go pound salt. Okay. But I have sunblock. And a hat.”
She whined just a little.
“Both of which you will wear. I can’t have you burned so
badly that you won’t let me touch you later,” Tom said, his gaze burning her
already-scorching, willing flesh.
A familiar tickle grazed her clit and she swallowed hard. He
pulled the t-shirt over his head and Lindy ogled his tanned, muscular chest.
Just enough of a six-pack to know it was there. Perfect, she thought. Not
overdeveloped but so fit .
“Lindy, hand me the sunblock and lie down.”
“Oh.” She sucked in a breath and stared at him with hunger
in her eyes.
“Lindy—”
“What? I just said ‘oh’.”
“You say ‘oh’ a lot and it always means something.” Tom’s
smile was easy and warm.
Lindy settled on the blanket and closed her eyes.
“On your tummy.” He chuckled warmly.
She turned over and sighed as Tom began to work the lotion
into her skin. He started at her feet and worked his way up her calves, rubbing
the muscles deeply. His hands moved up her thighs, gliding up and down, his
fingertips dancing dangerously near her sex.
As he massaged her arms she moaned, feeling the relaxation
sweeping through her. The sound of the ocean crashing to the shore, the birds
chirping in the trees, the chatter of people enjoying the day all lulled Lindy
to a place of peace.
Her body jerked as Tom squeezed the cold lotion onto the
center of her heated back. Tom’s laughter filled the air.
“You brat,” she howled.
“Thought you were going to nod off on me.”
His hands worked the lotion into her back, moving up and out,
his fingers tickling her waist. He untied the string across her back and
pressed the heels of his hands into her shoulders, his fingers grazing the
sides of her breasts.
Lindy whimpered and turned over, the tiny green scraps
slipping with her movement and exposing the edge of a pale-pink nipple. Tom poured
more sunscreen into his hands and slid them together, warming it before placing
them flat on her belly and massaging it into her soft skin.
His fingers slid under the edge of her bathing suit, just
reaching the
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