Day 11: "You lost it. Well, welost it."
"That's it. You lost it." She looked at him both horrified and angry. "Well, we lost it." He corrected himself, caressing her back to soften the blow. "Come on, Babe, let's get on the sidewalk before we catch pneumonia. We didn't find the keys in the last hour, we won't find them now."
"Ok" She just responded, still in a daze.
"Who do we call? Provenza or Rusty?" Asked Andy, the blue light from his phone reflecting on his face.
"Can't we call a taxi?" She asked in a pleading tone, her voice barely above a whisper, so much more Sharon than the Captain.
"We can but how are we going to get into your condo? Or my home?" He asked while pulling her into a hug, her head resting against his shoulder, her nose caressing his neck.
"I hate it when you do make sense." She huffed. "Does Provenza have a spare of your home keys?" She asked, borrowing against him to chase the cold.
"Yes he does. But we'll have to go to his house, then to mine which is at the complete opposite, then take again a cab to your condo to get the spare of your keys then come back here to get your car…" He said while leading her out of the sand. "If we call Rusty, we'd just have to ask him to bring your spare…."
"I really hate it when you make sense." She said again.
"Or we could get into that nice looking hotel. Take a long shower, finish what we started and call your son tomorrow morning." He proposed, pointing to the building across the street.
"My son?" She said, proudness radiating from her face.
He chucked. " That's what you decided to hear?" He teased her. "I also offered that we finish what we started but that seems to fall on deaf ears." He jiggled his eyebrows saying so, making her laugh.
"Well, starting it is what led us to lose my keys in the sand." She said, still unhappy but following him into the hotel lobby.
"Good evening." He said, shining his brightest smile to the hostess. "Do you have any room available? My wife and I ran into some car trouble." He felt a poke in his ribs and looked at Sharon. "What?!"
She mouthed "Wife" surprised by his choice of words.
He brought her closer to him. "Babe, it's 2am, your hair is a mess, we're covered in sand, I'm pretty sure I have lipstick smudge on my face and neck. Do you really want me to call you my girlfriend?" New poke in the ribs, harder this time. The hostess reappeared with a hotel key in her hands. "Go ahead, text Rusty." He offered while he took care of the reservation.
"What do I tell him?" She asked, her cheeks red, eyes round.
He saw a flash of her laying underneath him on their picnic blanket, her hair fanned out around her head, more red than ever in the orange and pink hues of the sunset. He remembered her taste, a mix of apple cider and olive tapenade, and her moans. Oh her moans… He couldn't help but smile thinking how he took out her jacket and threw it haphazardly behind them, kissing down her neck. He could still hear the waves crashing a few feet away from them, nearly completely covering the sound of young people singing and playing the guitar in the distance. They kissed for hours, until all the lights around themselves turned off, until there were no more noises than the waves and their moans. Then embodied by their semblance of privacy, he grew bolder. First he opened her shirt and finally started to kiss her breasts. He finally took a nipple in his mouth, teased the soft peak, suckled it, nibbled it, and enjoyed it as much as her. Then, he moved his hand underneath her dress, surprised to find her so putty and willing. He slipped his fingers underneath her underwear and found her swollen and wet. He savored the velvety feeling of her vulva, making slow circles around her clit, her hips raising toward him. She didn't have to beg, her body was doing it for her. He was surprised to see her so completely let go. She moaned and whimpered. Then she voiced her need: to feel him inside her. Still mindful of their location, he partially granted her desire: he slipped two fingers in her and she instantly came.
"Just that we lost the keys in the sand and need him to bring us the spare tomorrow morning. No need to elaborate."