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Mack, and Ally, had left the beach after their kiss, changed. They were happy, and not just in the temporary, elated feeling, sort of way, but encouraged, and more self assured. For too long Mack had dealt with little to no lustful desire in his marriage. He had grown used to vanilla, redundant, passionless physical encounters with his wife. He fought bouts of depression, simply sure, of himself, that no women, especially a beautiful one, would ever have interest in him. He even began to wonder if his wife truly desired him, or just gave him sex as a way to appease him and reap the benefit of his company.
Ally, too, had be dealing with her own marital problems. She had been rejected, time after time, by her husband. She was sure he wasn't cheating, but this lack of sex was in stark contrast to what life was like before they exchanged rings. Before, they were both insatiable, but now, it was as if he was asexual. She longed for the eyes of another man to see her for the beauty she once felt. She felt trapped by the confines of this piece of metal wrapped around her finger, and wondered it that was the thing that continually repelled men away.
It was Monday, and Mack and Ally had a standing date to meet on the beach. Which made both of them happy, on a day in which happiness has little place. They both began, and finished, work in a good mood, which they each had to hide from coworkers and family, so as to keep things secret. Mack got to the beach, and went to his usual place. He awaited his secret lover. Ally wanted to surprise Mack, she longed for the feel of a passionate man's hands. They each wanted to take things to another level, but were unsure how to proceed. How far should they go? Had they already gone too far? How much did emotions count into an 'affair'? Neither thought too long about these questions, but they lingered and refused to go away.
Mack sat on the sand, it was warm and gritty yet smooth, at the same time. He chuckled to himself as he thought how this "relationship" mirrored the feel of the sand. He began to think, time had passed far too much. Ally should have been sitting next to him, their arms touching, feeling that tingling feeling in his stomach. All of this should be happening by now, but it wasn't. He searched their time together, did he say something? Had he done something wrong that she never mentioned? All these things were quite silly to think about, but he panicked, he was looking forward to her so much, what if he drove her away?
He sighed and gazed off into the direction of a large gathering of rocks. He watched the waves crash upon them, the water seeming to splinter into a million drops of liquid and spray into the air. It was a beautiful sight, one he, thought, he'd never share with Ally again.
Ally knew she was running a bit late, but she wanted to get something for Mack, something that made her feel that lustful gaze of a man, something that made her feel sexy again. She had picked up a deep purple bikini, with a sheer, tan colored, sarong. She took a little extra time to do her hair, and she picked the best spot to walk along the beach and have the breeze blow her hair back and reveal her face. She knew where Mack would be sitting, and she approached from a distance. The wind was perfect, and Mack was even staring in that direction. She walked towards him, unable to hold back her smile. She wanted to run to him, sprint down the beach and embrace him, but she wanted him to see her, for his desire to build until they touched.
Mack continued his stare, letting the sound of the waves and people drown out his own sorrowful thinking. A women came into his line of sight, he kept staring, not realizing that he could see her. As she came closer he began to focus on her body, and not the rock formation. She wore a deep purple bikini with a sheer sarong. Each stride she took her left leg would peek out, revealing her beautiful flesh all the way up to her hip. He watched her walk, remaining as mesmerized as he was with the waves, but now lost in the flow of her fluid movements. Her stomach had a hint of being toned, as her obliques swayed left and right, like a hypnotist's watch putting someone in a trace, Mack knew he could not look away. Her bikini top had a little push up to it, but he didn't know at the time, all he knew was that her breasts were supple and glistened in the sun, they shone like two beautiful gems just being seen for the first time. As he gazed her face, her sun glasses mostly covering her cheekbones, he marveled that he actually recognized they style and look of those sun glasses. Suddenly his mind raced, trying to figure out why they were so important. As he stared, and thought, he watched a smile stretch out across her beautiful cheekbones. It was a true grin, he could tell it was meant for someone, not like she was smiling at something she thought of, but that she was saying something to someone with that smile. Suddenly his heart sank and then sprung up into his throat. He realized it was Ally! His body reacted, his heart raced, his mouth watered, his eyes had trouble focusing, and his bathing suit got just a bit tighter. His legs and arms trembled as he desired to run to her, but all he could do was vera viv thomas smile back.
Ally could hardly contain herself. It has been so long since she had enveloped herself in sexy clothing as well as a sexy attitude. And Mack responded better than she imagined. She wanted to run to him, but wanted to draw out her sexy look as well. As soon as Mack smiled, she could no longer hold her gaze. She looked down, shyly expecting this moment to fade, but when she looked up, she met his stare once more, and all she felt was passion and desire. When she got to him, she didn't sit next to him, she straddled his lap and sat down, placing her round cheeks onto his firm, stretched out, legs. She draped her arms around his neck, she didn't care about anyone seeing them, this was their moment. He sat up, and wrapped his arms around her perfectly warm waist. "Hey" she said, in a soft voice. He smiled back, "Hey". It was simple but they both knew that this was not a dream, and they simply loved hearing each other talk.
Mack kissed her, softly at first, simply feeling her lips touch his. She was sitting in a very particular spot and he felt his logical thoughts melt right out of his brain, and his emotions and desires took control. He wanted to rip her bikini off, right there, and make passionate love on the warm sand, with the sun on their backs. But even at this stage, he knew he had to keep some sort of self control.
That is, until Ally whispered a single word into his ear: "hotel?".
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