I Receive The Ultimate Gift

I receive the highest honor known to man

After a long, romantic walk on the beach, we return to our blanket and I build a fire with the wood we had earlier collected. The night sky is crystal clear and it seems we can see every star. The gentle breeze from the ocean occasionally wafts over us and makes your long hair wave a ‘thank you’ to this unseen entity.

I reach behind us and grab the large thermos of coffee. You watch in amazement as I pour the perfect amount of creamer into your cup and pour in the coffee. “How did you know I liked creamer in my coffee?” you ask me as I hand you your cup.

“Oh, I guess you must have mentioned it sometime,” is my casual reply.

“When?” you ask with a giggle.

“Back when we first met. You said something about it on chat one time,” I explained as I nudged the wood to produce more flame. I ask if you’d like some crackers and dip while we wait for the pasta to heat.

“I already have the dip, don’t I?” is your answer as you look at me. Then grin on your face not only tells me you’re joking around, but makes me appreciate you even more.

“Yes, my dear, you have me,” I confirm as I lean toward you and we kiss. I wink at you as I go back to tending the fire. You watch me as I set up a post and arm assembly, then pour the pasta into the pan and hang it on the hook, swinging it over the fire to heat. You recall I had mentioned I loved to cook, but you didn’t ever dream I could cook as good as I can. You smile as you recall how delicious the chicken dinner I had made for you a few months ago was.

“This sauce is something a unique kick to it. I added a touch of lemon zest and horseradish to it,” I say as I look at you from my project at the fire. Seeing your reaction, I add, “It sounds gross, I know, but wait until you taste it!!”

Soon I’m serving you a plate of pasta with a slice of garlic toast I had prepared earlier then wrapped in aluminum foil. It was now re-warmed, soft, and sending a wonderful fragrance into the night air.

“So, you want my breath to stink, do you?” you giggle as you take the plate and see the garlic toast.

I laugh. “Need yours to stink enough to cover up mine,” I replied as I hold up my piece of garlic toast before I plate my pasta and move back to my favorite place, which is beside you. I wait for your reaction as you take the first bite of pasta.

“This is really good!” you say with your surprise obvious in your voice tone. “I admit that I had doubts but you’re right, it’s really good!”

“I’m glad you like it,” you hear me say before I turn around and take something else from the ice chest I had brought with us. You wonder what else I could possibly be getting. Before you have time to ask, I produce a bottle of your favorite red wine I had earlier opened to allow it to breathe. “For the lady who turned me from the sour grape I was, into the wine I am now,” I say with a smile as I pop the cork and pour some for you and hand you a chilled goblet.

“Thank you, Sir,” you say with a smile as you nod your head in appreciation and take the goblet. “Just don’t ferment too far or you’ll get bitter!”

Looking into your dark and alluring eyes, I see the flickering flames from the fire reflecting in them. I grin and ask, “How could I ever get bitter around you?”

After casually consuming our dinners while we talked and shared some more thoughts with each other, the table service we used I quickly stashed into a bag. “Now I can give you my full attention,” I say softly while reaching up to touch your face. I’m surprised when you grab my hand and kiss it.

“That was truly delightful. That you,” you whisper, pressing my hand against your breasts. Several minutes later I had positioned myself into a semi-reclining posture using the ice chest as my back support. Parting my legs, I motion for you to sit between them and use me for your back support. You move over and lean back against me. I gently massage your temples, chin, neck, and shoulders.

“You’re awfully tense,” I comment as I massage your neck and shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

For several minutes you remain silent as you repeatedly push your toes into the sand then lift them up to allow the sand to fall between them as I continue massaging you. “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” you finally say. “I wasn’t going to allow it, and I’m frightened.”

“Not allow what?” I query you as my hands slide gently over the smooth, soft skin on your face and down your neck. The sensation you get is not only pleasure, but has an element of arousal mixed in.

You slide down a bit and turn on your side so you can rest your head on my chest. You realize how safe and happy you feel in my grasp. “I wasn’t going to allow myself to get this comfortable around you – or anyone for that matter.”

I was puzzled by that. Trying to figure out some way to reply, I came up empty. As I stroked your temple, through my fingertips you can sense my strong feelings for you. You also felt the strong evidence of the physical side of my attraction to you as my manhood throbed against your ribs.

“Well, I’m sorry I made you comfortable, if that’s the case,” I responded with, your head and torso gently bounced in unison with my chuckling. “But I’m nothing special, I’m just who I am and what I am.”

You turn your head toward my face and our eyes meet. Waves of happiness roar through me and I smile at you. An odd feeling washes over you as you look into my soul. You see things in my eyes that you haven’t encountered before, or at least not to such a strong degree.

“I’m not sorry a bit,” I barely hear you say as you return your head to resting on my chest. The next several hours raced by in what seemingly was an instant. We had spent them just talking and exploring the starlit sky. It seemed the more we talked, the more we found we have in common .

You ask if I’d like to go for another walk and I confirm I would. This time though, our walk along the moonlit beach was different. This time, you had reached out your hand to me and I gently but eagerly grasp hold of it with mine. After a while I let go of your hand and repositioned my hand on your waist. You similarly, put your hand on my waist and we continued our walk. Eventually we turn around and head back toward the secluded beach front cabin I had rented for the summer. I had invited you to come spend the day, and after some extra coaxing, you agreed and now you were glad you had.

Walking along, I steadily slid my hand further down over your hip. “I know what you want, Art, and if you really need to touch my butt, you can,” I heard you giggle in a voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. I quickly took you up on your offer and rubbed my hand lightly over the firm, seductive contour of your ass. Visions of your body raced through my head as we walked along while blood raced to ‘that’ muscle on my body.

We arrived at the cabin and noticed the fire was nothing but warm embers. “You want me to build it up, or you want to go inside?” I asked as I squatted down by the dark circle, easily visible on the white sand that was reflecting the abundant moonlight. “Let’s just go inside. I’ll need to be leaving soon anyhow,” you said.

The illusion I had allowed myself to so immensely enjoy shattered within my head as I realized you were going to be leaving. Our time together seemed to pass so quickly. It all seemed so natural, you and I being together. It seemed as if we had known each other for many years

Inside the cabin we nibbled on crackers and cheese while sipping more wine as we continued our seemingly endless conversation. I don’t recall ever having talked so much in my life during the course of a day as I had with you, but it had been wonderful. Now, as I sit facing you, I frequently scan over your shapely legs, graciously exposed to my appreciative view by your shorts, your slender waist and

the gentle curves of your breasts.

I enjoy looking into your eyes as we talk. They are so soft and warm, so tender and loving, I could easily get lost in their marvels and your face has been a treat for my eyes. I’ve found it difficult to not stare at you.

“No thank you. I really need to get going,” you said as I went to refresh your goblet of wine. You stood up and staggered ever sp slightly.

“You okay to drive?” I questioned you, not wanting you to risk injuring yourself. As you stood there for a moment, you rubbed your forehead and looked at me, standing a few feet from you. “I can’t stay, you’d have no place to sleep if I did,” were your words as you stepped toward me.

As we joined in an embrace I whispered into your ear, “I’ve got the sofa, the floor, and the entire beach to use. Why don’t you go to the bedroom and lay down? I’ll not intrude.”

We stayed locked in our embrace for a moment, which was fine by me before you said, “well, if you’re sure you don’t mind, maybe I should for an hour or so.”

Almost as an after-thought, you asked, “Would you mind if I took a quick shower? Maybe that would help.”

“I wouldn’t mind a bit. I’d think you’d have known that by now,” I answer with a grin. Shortly thereafter, I lead you up the few steps to the master bedroom and showed you to the hidden bathroom off the master bedroom. I set out towels and a washcloth for you and as I turn to ask if you need anything else, you’re not there.

I walk to the bedroom and see you sitting on the bed looking out the window. “This view is absolutely beautiful!” you exclaim when you hear me approach.

Having stopped at the doorway, I was standing there looking at you. “Yes, this view certainly is wonderful,” I answered. “It’s a pretty nice view out the window also,” I added in an attempt at humor.

Turning to look at me, you quickly understand my comment and a smile appeared on your face. “You are so bad!!” you giggle as you rise and walk toward me. After we exchange several quick kisses, I step aside so you can enter the bathroom and excuse myself. Exiting the bedroom I close the door behind me and pause, standing motionless for a moment as I picture you undressing in my mind.