Cyndi and I were so cozy in our little camp nestled among several huge sand dunes right between the Gulf and the Bay. For three days we didn’t see anyone. It was like being in a different world. We spent most of the time lazing on the beach or lazing in the tent. Sometimes we splashed in the Gulf. It got so we didn’t even bother to wear our swimming suits. On the fourth day, coming back from the beach, we stopped at the top of the dunes before heading down to our camp, and as had become our habit, we kissed. As usual, the kiss escalated. Soon I was lying on my back on the soft dune-top sand with my legs up over Cyndi’s shoulders, and she was eating me into one delirious orgasm after another. Suddenly she stopped. I wanted one more come—I was so close.

“Please,” I moaned. “Don’t stop. Eat me!”

“Shhhsh,” hissed Cyndi. “Someone’s coming.”

It took me a second or two to understand. Cyndi pointed down the slope at two people trudging towards us up the steep sand slope.

“What do we do?” I whispered.

“Pretend you’re a tree,” Cyndi said.

It took the people several minutes to climb to the top. It was an older couple. The guy had white hair and a camera around his neck. The woman wore a backpack.

“Hey there,” the man said, squinting at us. “Nice day, eh?”

“Ah, yep,” Cyndi said.

“Nice view you got up here.”

“Ah, yep,” Cyndi said.

“We saw your camp down there,” the man said, pointing with his ear but not taking his eyes from Cyndi’s erect nipples. “We was a-wondering who it might be.”

“Yeah, it us,” Cyndi said. “That’s our camp.”

“We should leave them alone,” the woman said.

“Sure,” the man said. “You girls...”

He didn’t finish the thought, for his wife was pulling at his elbow.

“Just a second, Mil,” he said, shaking her off. “Let’s not be rude, you know. I was just going to ask them if they wanted their picture taken.”

“Oh Ralph,” the woman said.

“That’s all right,” Cyndi said.

The man took this to mean that it was all right to take our picture. “Say cheese,” he said. We heard the snicker of his camera. “One more,” he said, and another snicker. And another.

“Ralph,” the woman said. “That’s enough. Time to go.”

“Okay, okay.” They started to walk down the dune toward the Gulf, but then the man turned back to us. “I could email you copies,” he said.

“That’s all right,” Cyndi said. “I mean...”

“So what’s your email address? Mildred, write this down.”

Cyndi gave the man her email address.

After they were most of the way down the dune, Cyndi and I looked at each other. Then we laughed.

“What a crazy old couple,” Cyndi said. “Now, where were we?”

Back at school a couple of weeks later I’d forgotten all about the old couple when Cyndi told me the email the man promised had arrived. “Really?” I said. “With our picture?”

“A-yep,” Cyndi said. “Came out pretty good, too. In one of them you can even see some of your girl cum on my tongue.

“You’re kidding,” I said.

But she wasn’t.