Cradling your head into my shoulder, I whisper, “Kozzy!  You are beautiful.  Desirable.  Arousing.  All evening you have been inflaming me. Arousing me.  Now I want to pleasure you in order to pleasure myself.”<br/><br/>Taking your clutch from your hand I let it drop.  I turn you towards the ocean and step behind you; my mouth brushing your neck, my breath ruffling the fronds of your hair at the nape.  “Woman,” I growl softly into your ear, “I need you so much.”  I move my hands from your waist where I have held you, one sliding up to cup your breast, the other going downwards.  Suddenly there are too many layers of clothing between us.<br/><br/>Taking my hands from your body I deftly undo the row of buttons down the front of your blouse, then undo the cuffs and peel the blouse from your body dropping it to the tiles beneath us.  Next I loosen the button at the back of your skirt, lower the zipper and allow the skirt to slip away down your legs to join your blouse in a jumble of colour beneath you.<br/><br/>With one hand around your waist I drape you forward against the railing.  “Be still my pet!”  I lay my hand against the flat of your back and lightly hold you there, prone across the railing.<br/><br/>I step back and study your bottom, then after a short pause I pluck gently at your knickers, easing the fine slippery fabric slowly downward.<br/>