Arena XXX

At 7 the families at the beach had long since departed for home. It was mostly solo guys and gals or couples, sparsely populating this beach this time of night, with even them dwindling to almost no traffic at all in an hour. Suzette, got out of her car right at the edgemost parking space, looking down on the water and sand. She was early, she laughed, by almost 15 minutes. She got out of the car, straightening her dress and checking herself and her supplies.
“Suzette?” She heard Steve’s voice, so familiar from their chats, approaching and looked to see him coming, his nice American stride all loose and athletic, his eyes focusing on her now. “Suzette, is that you?”
Suzette turned and smiled, welcoming him and enjoying his manner entirely too much. “Christ, he gets me wet by just walking!”, she thought to herself. “God, there’s no turning back. I want this guy.”
“Hi, Steve! God you surprised me coming over here like that. Welcome to our fair nation!”
She spread her arms to his smiling face, welcoming a hug. He hustled over and spread his as well and they collapsed in each others embrace, an electric moment, her breasts suddenly and unaccountably on fire as he pressed her against him full body-style. He was strong, she could feel, his arms tight and his back extremely well-muscled.
“Oh, my, what a great greeting to your “fair nation!” Steve was smiling broadly, still holding her. She felt their bodies where they connected, it was like a small fire everywhere they touched, it was amazing. She could see he was experiencing something similar, his eyes were glazing slightly as he held her still.
They disengaged, but Steve still had a hand on her upper arm. They both turned to the view. “Incredible, Hon. Just remarkably beautiful, both you and the sea, ha ha.”
“You don’t look too bad yourself, for an American,” laughed Suzette. “And so sexy at your advanced age, too!” ( a long-standing joke between them). They laughed. They also talked for just a bit, about families, about the country, about her free evening. Suzette was feeling quite free, she was actually surprised at how little guilt she felt about seeing this man in public, alone. Her curiosity was more alive than any other emotion, she knew. She asked questions about all sorts of things.
“Can we walk on the beach?” Steve asked.
“Yes, of course,” said Suzette. “By all means. It is also more private there……….” she left that hanging, not sure about directions yet and not sure about her own feelings.
They trudged down the long incline. They continued on, but Suzette had reached over for Steve’s hand. She looked at him in this most appreciative way, startling him by her directness and her obvious care. Steve smiled back, enjoying the mysterious moment. Suzette’s hand felt nice,as she grasped his and would not let go.

They reached the sand and Steve could see the rough water and wind-hewn cliffs and rock formations made over time, a rough picture of time and geology forming caves and small private coves on the hillside, hard by the beach. Suzette’s hand was in his as they walked, now somewhat quietly, the mood slowly changing. The sound of waves made things peaceful, they always had a powerful effect on Steve, having lived next to them daily for half of his life. It brought forth the deepest thoughts and feelings, almost always in him. Right now those feelings were surprised at the depth of appreciation he felt towards this very nice and soft woman next to him, holding his hand. it was almost too nice, he smiled to himself.
They walked under a ledge, away from the beach, Steve not even knowing how they got there, almost as if guided. it was quieter here, full of some inherent ominousness, ripe with meaning, the sounds reverberating softly around them, almost like a caress. Steve stopped to listen, so entrancing. He turned to Suzette who was close, very close. Steve felt her breast on his arm now, brushing him. Once again, where they touched seemed as though it was on fire. His arm where her breast touched him felt electric, ultrasensitized to her skin, somehow. As he turned more, she leaned up and delivered her lips, kissing him without hesitation. They kissed, only lips, feeling the meeting of the lips in a rousing sort of gentle touch, erotic to the max. It was enough. Her body shook, slightly, and gained some momentum shaking as Steve moved his lips around on hers. Quietly, all thoughts of not being sexual dissipated with the sounds around them, as the Sun began sinking. Suddenly, all Steve wanted was this woman, anywhere, any how. Steve broke the kiss.