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.”