She felt his abdomen and chest pressed comfortably into her back; the stubble on his jaw round the back of her ear, and something dauntingly large expanding upwards into her thigh gap. XXX She could, perhaps, stay in the sea until the salt had washed away some of the smell and the guilt… but it would be a lonely swim, and she didn’t want to be alone right now. Her hands were in a playground, revolving between each toy and not knowing which she liked best. Before her stood the huge frame of a large, tanned, surfer guy, built purely from charm and Spanish muscle. “The rays here can be very strong, and there’s not really much of an ozone layer to protect you in this country.” He nodded up to the star with the diagonal of his eye.
