Nils took Joni to visit the Brookgreen Gardens. All morning and much of the afternoon they explored. Late in the afternoon they checked into a hotel. While they changed for dinner, Joni said, “That was so wonderful. I loved those sculptures.”

“They were nice,” Nils agreed. “Which were your favorites?”

“I really liked the one with the woman about to leap,” Joni said.

“I’m not sure I remember it exactly,” Nils told her.

“I’ll show you,” Joni said, and she hopped up on the bed and assumed the pose.

“Oh, now I remember,” Nils said. “It was wonderful, but I think your pose is even better.”

“Really?” Joni said. “Why is that?”

“Well, for one thing...” Nils’ fingers traced the petals of Joni’s sex.

“Nils, you’re making me wet.”

“That’s another thing,” Nils said. He’d barely begun caressing Joni’s clit when she tumbled to the bed.

“Another one I liked was that big cat,” she said, making her way slowly across the bed towards Nils. “Then right at the edge of the rocks, it found its prey.”

Her hand grabbed Nils’ cock. She held it still for a moment, then moved her mouth close and stroked hard and fast.

“Oh, Joni, you’re going to make me—”

“Serve you right,” Joni said. “Turnabout is fair play, you know.” But she stopped her strokes just in time, or a little too soon, depending on your point of view, and arched her body upward. “Those otter statues were very special. So sleek. So graceful. I wish I could swim in the air like that.”

“They were extraordinary,” Nils said. “But there were two of them.”

“True,” Joni said. “But there are two of us.”