Being an early riser, not having a clue what time the sun would decide to pop up, that first morning I went out with time enough not to miss a single minute of its arrival. After I got dressed and eased quietly out the door, I was surprised that it was still dark. No sign of possible daylight as I walked across the street to the beach.

On our taxi ride to the hotel, I was so enthralled at being in the tropics that I was feeling a great need to fuck my guy. I envisioned me straddling Marty in the water, getting him hard, and slipping his cock in through a leg opening of my bathing suit that I’d have pulled aside to receive him. That visual had me crossing and uncrossing my legs in hopes of relieving the craving since I couldn’t do much about it at that moment.