It took me a month to talk you into meeting me in Sarasota to spend a few nights together. I'm dragging you by the arm through the beach hotel lobby. Your nervous wearing the string bikini I bought you and have made you wear. Your modesty made you go into the bathroom to put on the bikini. You didn't want me to see you totally nude. The nervousness goes away once we're on the beach and a guy gives you a long look and an wink. I apply the lotion, to your back, and run my hands inside your bikini bottom copping a feel of your round behind. You slap my hand. I'm a guy, what'd you expect. Evidently you didn't expect me to put my hand inside your bra to rub some lotion on your nipples. Another slapa winka leertongue across the lips. An hour later you want to go back to the room before you get burned.

Its cold in our room when we walk in.

The change from the heat of the beach to the air-conditioning in the room raises tiny bumps on our skin. You stand in the middle of the roomlooking at me and waiting. "What is it Sweetheart?" I asked. "Nothing, " you said, "I'm all sticky and there's sand too. I need to take a shower." "OK, " I said "we'll take one together.

" "Oh, I don't knowyou wouldn't try to" "Listen to me. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize our relationship. Men have seen you naked before, and you've seen men. We've both agreed that nothing intimate would happen between us until you we're sure. But, I don't think that includes washing your back." "You're kinda hansom yourself.

Alright if its only going to be washing. Come on, help me untie all the strings on my bikini." I didn't untie your strings.

I took you in my arms and embraced you, and kissed you, and stroked your marvelous body. You returned my kisses with a passion we've never shared before, and you let your hands roam freely as well.

"I'm still sticky and sandy, " you said breaking our kiss. And so we crab-walked together toward the bath not wanting to release our embrace. As we passed through the door I flipped the switches for the ceiling heat-lamp and fan, pulled you to the shower and turned on the water. "Wait, " you said, "I need my showercap." You pushed us apart an dashed back into the room. I'll never understand the things that are important to a woman.

In less than a minute you were back, showercap on, bikini off. "I bet I look like a dork, " you said. "The most gorgeous dork in the world, " I replied. I stepped out my suit, and we went into the shower together.

I ran the soap all over you're body making sure not to put my hand between your legs.

I knew that was still off limits, and you avoided the same area on my body. When we were finally clean we left the shower, and you reached for a towel. "No towel, " I said, "I'm going to toy you dry." You looked shocked. "You're not going to toy my" I interrupted, "No! How many times have I said, 'Nothing happens until you're ready.

' I'm going to start by drying your lips.

" I leaned forward and ran my tongue across your mouth.

Our embrace came naturally. From your mouth I moved to your cheeks and then your ears. Down your neck to your shoulders then turned you around and dried your back as I fondled your breasts. The heat lamp finally dried us, and we move as one back into the room and on to the bed. Somewhere along the way you ditched the showercap. We lay on the bed necking and petting like two teenagers unsure of what the next move should be. "Let's take a nap, " you said, "all this loving can wear a girl out." I agreed, and we drifted off wrapped in each other's arm. I was roused by some sort of wonderful sensation I couldn't place at first. Finally I realized you were kissing me, and you were stroking my manhood. "What wrong?" I asked, still drowsy from the sleep. "I'm ready"