After another hour or two, they had both got out of the ocean. James stood on the beach, as he put his pants back on. The sun was beginning to set. "I'll need the rest of my attire," James called out. Just as he said that, he saw Antoinette walking by the wave line in front of him, wearing nothing but his jacket and boots and her undergarments. She had the jacket just buttoned up enough to where it showed her cleavage. He got up, and walked over to her. As she saw him approach her, she stopped walking, and turned to face him.
He bent down next to her, gently lifted her leg, and took his boot off her. He let his hands explore her smooth, tan legs, and started planting kisses on them. Antoinette loving his touch, looked up into the heavens, and smiled. James stopped, and then stood up, and gave her a little kiss, but broke away quickly.
"I love you," he said, seductively, his lips still close to her own, as if to tease her. He stepped away, and went down by the ocean and sat there, letting his feet get wet as he watched the sun set. Antoinette couldn't take it. He sat there by the ocean, wearing nothing but pants, the sun setting. It was as if he were toying with her emotions.
"Oh, James!" She said, running towards him. She gently pushed him down onto the sand, as she crawled onto him, sealing her lips onto his own, as the waves crashed around them.