Chapter 12

    "Did she talk to you about sex?"

    He smiled and stared perkily at the lapping waves. His gaze was blank. He wasn't actually looking at the waves, he was thinking about how lucky he was to have her.

    He had no idea what to owe the luckiness to though. Probably her smiles, her being upfront, her complexities etc etc. All he knew was that he loved being around her. 

    He looked at her. She was sitting in between his laps and was pressed to his chest. She had her back to his chest and was staring at probably the hankering horizon too. 

     He couldn't catch a good glimpse of her but of course he could smell her hair. Smelled like some Arabian fragrance. That probably was an hype. 

    His arms were wrapped around her body, below her titties. He was taming his heart and was quite conscious of other people who were around them. 

     They were sitting on a picnic blanket. The sand of the shore was quite hot and he couldn't afford sitting on it, even though his boxers short was quite thick and heat proof. 

     He was having an armless top on with a boxers short. She had a plus size swimwear, Panache. The wear did its best in hiding the large titties. Damn, all for him. 

      Her skin was warm under his arm and he could feel the familiar surge pacing the path of his veins. He could still tolerate that for the meantime. 

     Her neck, her head up, was resting on a side of his shoulder and he could put his head on the other side at the very top of the fall of her shoulder, quite close to the swell of her breast. 

     The connection was strong, mushy and somewhat mature. He could seat there with her forever.

      "Oh! No. She didn't. How would she possibly do that?"

    He was actually amazed by that question. He had almost even forgotten that lady. 

     "How would you had felt if she had asked or done anything crazy."

     He hesitated. Why was she asking? Was there something he was actually missing out on? He wanted to be sure.

    He thought about telling her how she had stood before him in the elevator and what he had thought she would do. How he wouldn't had resisted if she really did attempt it. But that might foil her mood. He wouldn't take chances. 

      When she expected her response for some whiles and no reply came, she turned slightly and looked into his face. She pouted and did the cute face.

     She brushed his chest gently with her elbow and mused,

     "Ihnmmm?"

      Then she gave up and resumed the portion she used to hold. 

     He chuckled and answered,

      "You think she would had done that?"

     She adjusted herself on his chest, sorting for comfort. He figured out and moved his bum. He was actually uncomfortable, but he couldn't possibly tell her. 

     How could he? They were there to celebrate her birthday. She could do all she cared. Twas her moment. 

     Then she spoke,

     "You have no idea how crazy she is. She doesn't care. Like she just say things the way she wanted them. Like she has no iota of shame for words. Don't quote it wrongly, she has her seriousness but she's way too carefree to be a lady. Though she's sweet as fuck."

    He swallowed all the words she had said.

     "I thought as much."

     She stood from him. He was partly glad, but he wanted the warmth. He needed it. His erection had already risen, and was poking her butts. Her butts had been veiling it. 

   Now that she had stood up, he should make the bro sleep back. 

    Her soles were neat up her thighs to the rise of her laps, until the border of the swimwear. 

    They hadn't even gone into the waters yet. Probably she was planning to go there at the moment, he was watching. 

   He wanted to grab her butts and smack them really hard, probably press them to his erection and soothe the latter. 

    Her height was perfect. 5'3 height, a foot difference from Eric. Her tits complemented her height too. She was a perfect model for him. 

     "Move a little bit forward."

    He didn't ask her. She was standing over him. He had no idea what she had in mind. Remember twas her day, she could do whatever she wanted. Make whatever she wanted of it. 

       He did what she asked. She moved to his back and sat behind him. Then she made their bodies connect. Her hot nipples were poking his back and her arms were wounded around his waist. 

     Then she placed the left side of her cheek on his back and hugged him tightly from behind. He put his two hands on hers which were tucked into themselves over his belly. He stroked them emotionally. 

     She was simply the queen of his heart. The master of his sail. He didn't know if he would had known any realer happiness than that she had shown to him. 

      "I wish we could stay like this forever."

    She muttered. He could hear the waves of the sea echoing what she had said. Though she couldn't hear it. He could. 

    Twas like a labyrinth. A labyrinth with complexities. Only he could fix and work out the maze. Only he could find his way in the maze. 

     "Me too."

   He said. Then again, she spoke,

     "Do you come to the beach often?"

    "Not really? Do you?"

     She chuckled. Her breath was tingling and warm. He could pay her to do that again. The feeling it gave was refreshing and original.

  "I can't even remember when last I came here."

   He chuckled too. 

     "Doesn't have to be here. Any beach at all."

    She raised her head and changed the position of the cheek. Probably the left was aching.

      "I'm not a party type. I just love being on isolation."

   She laughed. Genuinely and crisp. 

     "Sounds crazy I know."

    She added. 

     He wanted to say a lot of things to her. He had planned to tell her a lot of sweet things like he had watched in the movies, but that time he had lost track. 

    He couldn't even nurse a sane thought. You can't blame him actually. The nipples pressed to her back were executing some taunting functions, which by extension were tampering with to what extent his mental horizon could expand. 

     Coupled with those thoughts were arising new ones. He wanted to do a lot of things to her at that moment. But if he try out all he had in mind, he would seem boorish and primitive. Like a rogue or super tough Mafia. 

    "You want to see me go crazy now? Like go real crazy?"

    He twirled his eyelids. He hadn't heard her speak that way before. Like burnished in such great enthusiasm.

     Yes! He wanted to see her. He wanted to see that enthusiastic part of her. He wanted to see how crazy his super hot Ishy was. 

     "I can't wait."

     She unwrapped herself and stood up. Before he could turn to look at her, she had already ran past him and was headed to the arms of the waves. 

    She turned once to look at him and gave him that hearty smile. He felt like melting on that spot.

     Before he could figure out what was happening, he saw her leap and boom, she threw herself really high and really deep into the retreating wave of the sea. 

    She was out of sight. She sunk real deep into the water. He couldn't even see her wear or head.

       "Ishy."

     He muttered to himself as though she was with some hearing aid which would help her deep in the waters to ear him.

    He stood up and hurried into the waters. Others who were around were moved too. 

    Lifesavers were already making their ways towards the spot. 

    But at once, she came up again, and everyone gasped. 

     He didn't know which reaction to make, whether to gasp or sigh. She laughed as she walked out of the waters towards him.

    Her face was littered with happiness. She couldn't hide it. 

    He turned to the three Lifesavers standing there in disappointment and somewhat rage,

     "I'm sorry. She was just having fun."

     One of them snorted and spat,

     "You shouldn't had acted that way then."

     They matched off as she got to him. Others returned to their businesses too.

      "That's how crazy I can be. You were scared as fuck. I could tell. Nice sign though."

    She punched him the chest and dragged him with her.

     He succumbed and followed her to the picnic blanket. 

      Few steps to the spot where the blanket was spread, he heard his phone ringing.

    He hurried there and picked it up,

    A croaked voice with a furnished British accent spoke over the phone from the other end,

     "Chung down. He's taken. Report to the nearest Police station around you now."

    The call dropped. 

    He was confused. He didn't know what to say or do. He looked at her. Would she understand?

    "Please, we've got to go now."

     "I was about to say that."

    She said. He was glad. He wanted to kiss her mouth dry and pluck out all her teeth in pleasure, but didn't have that time. He brushed them gently with his. 

    They rolled the blanket and got dressed from the clothes in his backpack. 

    They hurried out of the beach. He would ask her about what happened earlier later.