He listened to her words, her open honesty a refreshing change from the few women he had been around since his wife’s death.  It had seemed that everyone on earth had an agenda that began and concluded with ‘self’, but not so with Marti, she was the real deal, and he loved it.  His thoughts turned to love, could it be so, even after so short an acquaintance could he really be in love with her, or she him?  A perplexing thought pattern emerged as her words continued with taking advantage of the time they would have together, and he wondered just where indeed it would lead them.<br/><br/>As she grasped his hand to begin the half mile journey back to the sandy beach where they had left the towels his awareness of the moment became enhanced, all of his senses were alive with but her touch.  The thought of sightseeing by day and making love by night was enticing, but he was more than eager to skip to the later and forget the rest until he had brought her to a cataclysmic orgasm at least once, or so his thoughts told him.  Her determined manner of letting him know that he would not be a disappointment gave him further rise to hopes, and even in the reality of his physical being as he again felt the tightening of his loins and a growing erection being filled with the coursing blood from his pounding heart.  And then she did it again, her lips found his not once but then a second time as her words made him chuckle nervously at the pronounced tent that stood before his shorts.  He guided them to the edge of the water more and waded in, taking her with him into the salty brine of foamy wash the lapped across the shore.  He continued to lead her deeper into the clear blue waters of Wiamea Bay, so clear in fact that every detail of the portions of body covered by it were still visible, including his tented shorts and the erect cock beneath.<br/><br/>As they got almost shoulder deep in the water he stopped and turned to face her.  His glance was sincere; his eyes sparkled with the desires he now again felt for the beautiful woman who would be his lover, and his love.  He let loose of her hand and placed both of his hands on her waist, again pulling her close, in fact pressing the two of them together.  With a hint of wit to his voice he finally gave reply to her words “Marti, I trust that you will not be disappointed, and I am certain that I will not be either; but I cannot wait until tonight to touch you, to hold you tightly to me, to feel the glory of your body as my hands glide across your flesh.”  With that said he slipped one hand upward to cup her breast gently in his palm, his thumb and index finger gripping at the nipple found easily with its pronounced state.  His other hand slid quickly around her arse and gripped his fingers into the crevasse of her rounded buttocks, being sure to let them go low enough to feel the intensely warm slit that held the glory of her labia and more.  His lips found hers yet again with a moan of need; his hands busied themselves with tasks of bringing pleasure to her body and mind.  He cared not that someone could have seen them making out, or that it would be visible that he was groping her beneath the water level, his passion was in full motion and he wanted her to feel his wanton desire…. here and now.  As his desire grew even more fully the hand that had been at her buttocks slid around her and cupped the lush mound that lay above the wondrous petals he sought.  His fingers pulled the suit aside and found the glory of her pussy; so warm, a delight as his digits ran frivolously across and into the outer portions of her flower.  Again his voice came to groan with delight and his kiss became even more intense.  He couldn’t stop now, unless she demanded it, for he wanted her to know the feel of his fingers, the taste of his mouth and the joys he would offer<br/>