Waves Crashing

I pick you up from the gate. You have your hair up and uniform in pristeen condition, the perfect protege of law enforcement. But now that you're with me, the totalitarian fascade begins to slip away as you let your hair down and shed the uniform. As we drive, we exchange teasing glances and you let your hand slip from the armrest to my thigh. Your touch feels electric and I feel my spine tingle as I press the pedal to the floor in eager anticipation. I turn off the main road and down a smaller country road with several winding curves. The breeze picks up and plays with your hair like the wind through the mane of a horse racing across the countryside. Soon, but not soon enough to my anxious mind, the road ends abruptly at the edge of a cliff. The cloud of dust that stirs up from the braking tires is swept into the swirling mist of the crashing waves of the water, which bombards the rocky edge of the cliff endlessly. The sound of the waves crashing is a slow and steady pulse, which throbs with the beat of my heart. The sun is warm upon my face and you appear to glow due to the radiance of the tone of your skin. I step outside the car. I feel the smooth sand cushion my step as I walk to the back of my vehicle. As I raise the trunk, I catch a glimpse of you standing at the edge arms outstretched feeling the sun and the wind. I smile thinking how beautiful you look, how untamed. I find what I was looking for and come around the car toward you. A soft blanket in one hand and a basket in the other. I wrap my arms around you as you greet me with a kiss and then we proceed together out to the edge of the point. I set down the basket and with a flick of the wrist, loft the blanket into the air so that it lands gently upon the sandy embankment. You casually take a seat upon this little edge of paradise and I find an equally comfortable spot beside you. I reach into our basket and return with a small bowl of a a confectious, rich, dark chocolate and a bin of ripe strawberries. You smile as I set them down before us and then run my hand along your jawline to your neck as I lean into to gently caress your soft lips with a tender kiss. As we kiss, we slowly move to a prone position, you upon your back and I propped up beside you with my hand beneath your head. With my free hand, I dip strawberries into the delectable bowl of liquid pleasure and playfully feed them to you. As your tongue tastes its treats, I speak my sweet seductions to tantalize your ears. The waves, which were once at a steady pace with the beat of my heart, are now raging with the quickening of our pulses. The strawberries gone, my hand is now free to roam the gentle curves of your body. My fingers seem to possess a mind of their own as they manage to trace every inch of your body. Ever so slowly, they undo the buttons of your shirt...one...by one...