Helena’s whispered plea was directed against my cheek just to the side of my mouth. I pulled her tightly to me, and felt her naked breasts press into my chest. I eased back slightly, and rolled my upper torso into her lightly, so as to delight in the pleasure of her erect nipples.

I couldn’t speak, and I couldn’t stop touching her. Not now. Not for long. I did utilize this brief reprieve from Helena’s lips, however, to slow my breathing. Then I again quickly took her mouth with mine for an impassioned kiss. It was fervent. And I loved the arousal produced by the length of my tongue pushing back and forth against the length of hers, and curling around it.

I felt her hands against my clothed ass pulling me into her pelvis. The fingers of her right hand moved upwards to the top of my jeans onto the small of my back. Lifting my blouse, Helena tried to work her hand underneath my waistband, but it was too tight against my hips. I wanted to feel her hand against my bare buttocks. As if reading my mind as to how to reach that destination, she reached around with her left hand and unbuttoned my jeans and moved the zipper down. Then she moved her fingers firmly between my legs in one long stroke from back to front, but outside my pants. I sensed she wanted to measure my reaction and to not move her hand against my engorged flesh too soon. I was throbbing and I could feel my clitoris pulsate.

Helena slid her hand under the front of my blouse to fondle a breast and to tease my hardened nipple over the lace of my brassiere. I arched my back as she leaned into me and licked the length of my neck from my breastbone to under my chin. With the whole of her tongue, in a serpentine design, she languorously lapped and sucked towards my ear.

The space created by the unzipping of my pants finally allowed Helena to maneuver her right hand under my waistband and over the flesh of my ass. She massaged until her middle finger rested in my crack over the strap of my thong. Then she lowered it as far she could and moved her fingertip in a small, gentle, circular motion between my folds. I moaned for her involuntarily.

She slowly pulled her right hand from my pants and, without breaking our bodily contact, brushed against and around me so that her sumptuous nipples pressed against my back. I could feel them through the sheer fabric of my blouse. I saw them in my mind’s eye and undulated against her. I heard the waves crash against the shore. My sensory perception meter was on overload.

While her left hand massaged my left breast, she wrapped her right arm around my waist. Slowly and delicately, she played and teased her palm and her fingertips against the skin of my abdomen, working her way down to the gap created by my opened zipper. She slid her hand underneath my thong and massaged my curls. As she then inched down and rubbed her hand back and forth a few times between my legs, and against my clit, I was writhing beneath her touch. I moaned deliriously.

“Oh, God!” I breathed aloud, my voice quivering. I felt so weak.

“You’re so wet,” she whispered into my ear, licking and nibbling it, while removing her hand from the edge of my ecstasy.

“Yes, so fucking wet,” I replied in acknowledgment. My eyes were closed. My head hung back.

Turning me around, with her hands now on my shoulders, Helena asked, still whispering, “Are we going inside? Or are we going to stay out here on the beach and provide a show for any voyeuristic neighbors who may be about, taking walks or such?”

I took a hand from her shoulder and placed it between my legs on the outside of my jeans and pushed up.

“Feel this. I’m throbbing. I want you so badly, I can’t stand it,” was my answer. I let go of her hand and she removed it from my crotch, reaching up to stroke the passion and windblown hair from my face. “I don’t understand why I want you so badly, Helena. Fuck, I don’t have any idea what I’m doing.” I looked into her eyes; the moon shed just enough light to search them. “What are we doing?” I pled for illumination to the mystery before me.

Helena ran both of her hands down the length of both of my arms, and held my hands gently. Then she squeezed firmly and moved her lips toward mine for a supple kiss. She nestled her face against mine, and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close to her. I reveled in the touch of her exotic nipples touching mine. I rubbed my hips against her.

Finally, when I stilled, Helena answered my question softly. To the air next to my ear, she whispered, “Bette, I guess I’m trying to demonstrate to you how much I’ve longed for you. For years. Since the first moment I saw you.”

Despite my curiosity, I didn’t want to ask when that was. After several moments, just standing there holding her, I backed away one step, and zipped and buttoned my jeans. I looked up and read the expression on her face. She was afraid that I was finished with our interaction. Perhaps that I was even leaving.

I kissed her again in an attempt to reassure her that she had not scared me away. We both moaned. “Let’s make you presentable,” I smiled and said. I reached over and hooked the front clasp of her bra, and pressed my lips against her chest. Then I slowly buttoned her top, and took her hand. “Let’s go inside as you suggested,” I urged, turning to lead her towards the steps to her deck, gently, but needlessly coaxing her with me. “We have another bottle of wine to taste,” I reminded her.

“You’re staying,” Helena said. I wasn’t sure if it was a statement of surprise or a question.

I turned my head and leaned over to kiss her as we walked. I loved that the sand beneath our feet slowed our stride.

When our lips parted, I grinned and replied, “Yes, I’m staying. Unless you want me to leave.”

In answer, she swatted me playfully on the ass, as we made our way up the deck stairs.

“Don’t even fucking think about it,” she dared, wrapping her arms around me from behind.