Listening intently to his words, wanting to stop him from apologizing, she held her tongue.  Jeremiah was all she wanted in a man, and she smiled at him.  Does he<em>not</em>understand, if I put that suntan lotion on his chest, I could not have stopped there?  As her thoughts raced through her mind, she watched him rub the lotion into the hardness of his chest, wishing it was her touching his body like that.<br/><br/>"Jeremiah, please, don't apologize."  She licked her lips, and continued.  "I do indeed want to spend time with you, and I desire you as much as you do me.  If I had continued to well. . .ah, touch you, putting the lotion on your body, I don't know if I could have held my desires back any longer."  Her body ached with desire for him, tingled with need.  She was a private person, and she did not want their first time, to be on a beach, and such a famous beach at that, rolling in the sand together.<br/><br/>"To be honest with you, Jeremiah, I want you as much as you want me, but not here.  I'm a very private person, and not into exhibitionism.  I enjoy public displays of affection, you know, holding hands, kissing, our arms around each other, but sex on the beach, this beach. . ." she blushed, "not my style, I'm afraid."<br/><br/>Her eyes drifted to the front of his swimsuit, "Are you more, ah, comfortable now?"  She could see that he was not hard, and stood, and reached her hand down to him.  "Come on, last one in's a rotten egg!"