I
The scenes I had just imagined made me forget where I was for a while - until I discovered that I was deserted by my friends, walking all alone on the white-sand beach. I must admit I liked being abandoned by them, for I was able to relax after having more-than-enough drink at the party.
I was wearing my favorite red cashmere, two-piece bikini underneath a see-through sun dress. The luminous light coming from the moon created a soothing effect on the beach; it pushed me to go into the water. I so enjoyed my time floating in the water that I didn't notice someone swimming towards my direction.
We both tripped on each other, made me swallow a lot of sea water and hurt my eyes at the same time. So I panicked for I thought I was going to drown. I couldn't seem to move. While I was trying to catch my breath, a mouth covered mine and gave me back the power to breathe on my own again. But who is this man whom had given his breath to help me find mine again?
When the man realized that I was conscious again, he started to move away; but I would not let him. I did not know what I was thinking that time; all I wanted was to clasp my arms around his neck - to pull him down and make his mouth meet mine again - and I did it. I was bewitched by his kiss.
This man and I, out there in the open, feeling the fine, cold sand on our bodies.. with the silver moon above us.. Everything seemed perfect that time. His eyes were deep, dark brown; his body hard and strong and as lean as a whipcord. All I wanted that time was to see him naked, and to have him see me naked, too.....
II
I was possessed by the urge to feel his lips over mine and all over my body - on my nape, my earlobes, lingering down my throat - lower.. and lower... very slowly... His hands tried to push my dress up over my thighs, and began a maddening slow exploration down there; while his lips and tongue made my nipples so hard and sensitive that I almost cried out loud. I tried to stop myself from screaming so I just took a deep breath that sounded too much like a sigh.
He stared at me lustfully, drowning me in passion. I hated the scrutiny for I couldn't fight back. How did he make such teasing that I could not refuse? He has snatched my sanity and I wanted him so badly... feel his maleness inside me... make him taste the sweet juice that oozes from my succulent pot of honey....
III
The rest of my thought was cut off by his kiss, this time harsh and demanding. His hands on my body were no longer tender as he began to strip my bikini off me. His urgency reminded me of a tiger, forcing me to meet his uncompromising gaze while my hair was wrapped around his fist. I fought back at his gaze with a temptress' glare, and then saw the smile crinkles deepen at the corners of his eyes and mouth before releasing me. But when he made sure I was already lying on my back, he then knelt between my parted legs...
He asked me if I want him to pursue what we have started, and I responded by reaching out and touching him... I felt the swelling hardness of him on my hands, quivering on every touch that I made. I liked the idea of him feeling so helpless under my touch. So I wanted more... I stood up, made him lie on his back..positioned between his legs.. and submissively put his throbbing member inside my mouth...
IV
I didn't know what happened next. All I know is that I felt so battered and consumed. We were lying side by side on the sand, staring blankly into space, listening to the sound of the waves. Still catching my breath from our "intimate" battle, I shifted my body to face him, hoping to at least recognize my assailant. Alas! He was trying to do the same thing, too.
Our flesh touched once again, felt his skin burning against mine. It sent currents in my body that made me ache for him to consume me again. This time, he pushed so hard and deep that I was moaning like a heifer in heat. He was like a tiger once again, roaring and gritting his fangs while tearing his prey apart....
V
My friends found me sleeping soundly in a hammock outside our cottage. They made fun of me for they thought I was too drunk to make it to bed. Was I really drunk? But what about that sizzling sex last night? The man I made love to? Were they for real or just the effect of multiple tequila shots?
Maybe the girls were right. I was too drunk to remember what has happened to me the other night. And perhaps, that man who sucked up my energy was all but a dream.
I prepared myself for a dinner with the girls and my best friend's fiance. Well, we were actually in the island because of her despedida de soltera. She's going to tie a knot in few weeks' time. I haven't seen her boyfriend even in pictures. He lives far from here and they've only been together for less than a year. The engagement was even a shock for us, her friends. She seemed to be in haste to settle down. Anyway, it's about time that I must finally meet the man my best friend is so in love with.
VI
They were all there when I came in. I showed up a little late because I spent an hour in the shower. I wanted to be refreshed and bubbling again after that tremendous night. No new face with my friends on the table, but I noticed a man standing in the bar talking to a crew. I had that odd feeling upon seeing him. He seemed so familiar to me – his so-short hair, his nape.. have I met him before? Oh my.. was he the man in my dream? But how come? Or was it really a dream? I doubted again.
My questions were finally answered when my best friend pulled the man towards me. Dear heavens, it's him! It wasn't a dream! He's for real! He was so shocked when he saw me and so am I. All we did was to look at each other, said nothing, and reminisce the exploration we had on the beach. Yes, I made love to a stranger, and that stranger is my best friend's soon-to be-husband.....
