With a start, I realized that the soft and warm feeling against my leg was from her bare leg. I gently rubbed against it, relishing her softness and smoothness, almost toasty now, from being under the thick blanket that she must have pulled out from one of the cabinets built into the backwall of the deck. Instead of kicking the thick blankets out, though, she must have stripped out the bottom of the lounge-pajama set I’d helped her into earlier.

I lifted the thick blanket up and bit my lip. Her top had ridden up past her navel, almost lying on her breastline. And her legs were spread out. So the expanse of delectable skin starting from her toes, up those long, shapely, endless legs, to the tiny ridges of muscle in her well-toned core was broken only by the sexy, lacy panties she had on.

I drew my head up and gazed at her profile. Her face betrayed an unguarded innocence and fragility that she managed to keep hidden when she was awake. It made her even more beautiful, especially in starlight, and imparted to her face a certain perfection, the creamy porcelain smooth skin tautly covering those high cheekbones, thick, well-shaped eyebrows, over proportioned eyes whose eyelashes swept lushly onto her pinkish cheeks – it was a face that could launch a thousand ships like Helen of Troy, or a thousand magazine covers.

I traced a fingertip carefully over the features of this beauty who had literally taken my breath away from the moment our eyes met in that restaurant, seemingly ages ago.

I carefully removed the blanket and moved on top of her, taking care not to jostle her, but seeking to replace the warmth of the blanket with my body.

I slithered down and began to kiss the exposed skin of her core, gently in some spots, and letting my tongue slip out to get a taste of her in other spots.

When we were kissing in the parking lot earlier, at one point she’d managed to caress my breast, and then almost devoured it with her hot mouth, it felt like. I now felt a strong urge to do the same to her, so I nudged at her top with my head, pushing it up. I realized that at some point she’d taken her bra out, too. The sexy curve of a 34D was now just an inch from my mouth.