How quickly things had progressed from an innocent run on the beach!  Sean wondered if Beth had been planning this all along, or if it had just been a decision on the spur of the moment, an impromptu succumbing to overpowering temptation.  All things considered, things were moving perhaps just a bit too quickly for his liking; on the other hand, however, he had to admit that the blond's breasts felt quite nice crushed up against his chest.<br/><br/>He took his cue when she pivoted, exchanging their positions, and pressed her back up against the boathouse wall.  Sean had ample experience playing both the aggressive and passive roles, sexually speaking--he would have used the words Dominant and submissive, except that he knew enough to know that those words belonged to a whole different realm altogether, descriptors in their own right--and he was content to change back and forth between the two, depending on his mood.  He put his palms on her shoulders, and slid them down, along her bare arms. When they got to her wrists, he seized them, bringing her arms up and over her head, effectively pinning her against the wall.  That done, he smiled, impishly, and moved his head back so that his lips were out of kissing range while still being teasingly close.  And with her body crushed up against the wall by his own,  she could only crane her neck forward so far.<br/><br/>He teased her this way for about a minute, while looking about for a flat surface, some convenient place upon which to ratchet things up to the next level.    There, over in the corner--a crafting table, relatively free from debris.  He walked backward, taking her with him, turning her around yet again so that when they got to the table she would have no choice but to be pushed up on it.<br/><br/>He swept it with his arm first, however, making sure that it was relatively splinter free (after all, it would not be a good idea to riddle poor Beth's back with splinters upon their first liaison!) and, additionally, to clear away some of the dust.  Then he released her wrists, wrapping his arms instead around her bottom, lifting her with a mighty heave up and onto the table.<br/><br/>She was eased back, gently but firmly, onto the wooden plane, so that she was lying prone, and once she was in that position he turned his attention to her feet.  Her shoes and socks were removed, one by one, and discarded upon the ground; then he ran his hand along her legs, along and underneath them, inspecting her calves, her knees, her thighs.  Sean liked to see good legs on a girl, and Beth's were certainly very nice.<br/><br/>Once he had finished his inspection, he leaned over the table and kissed her again, Romeo and Juliet-style.  His guitar pick pendant bounced off her chin as he leaned down, eliciting a laugh, but it wasn't long before hands were once again roaming, wandering over the nooks and crannies of her body.