<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ixPeHzf.jpg)</div>There seemed little reason to tell Lauren that she wouldn't be far away.  Her friend had thrown herself into the idea with enthusiasm, and Monica was glad.  Who would it hurt if she cut loose and enjoyed herself?  Brett?  Yeah, right.   Her kids?  If they were raised right, then they ought to offer high fives and a 'way to go, Mom', if it turned out to be any of their business.<br/><br/>She'd be close enough to provide any needed reassurance out on the balcony, and far enough away that any awkwardness would be minimal, and hopefully fade away entirely.<br/><br/>On the balcony, Monica took a sip of the rum and coke, and turned to admire the view, placing both hands on the balcony's railing.  There were marvelous colors where water met sky, the hints of pink and purple against indigo, and she wouldn't mind  standing right there while Gabriel got their clothes off, watching the twinkling lights of the boats, or the closer sparkles of moonlight on the lapping waves.    It was beautiful, but so was a hard cock sliding into her from behind, and if she could combine view and sensation, all the better.<br/><br/>And it seemed that Gabriel's shyness was well under control as well, given that his hand slid up under the tie of the backless halter.   There was something truly sensual about that first touch that was no longer question but rather the first step in making it happen, and his hand was warm, and her skin was warm, and it was going to feel so good when they were skin against skin bared to the breeze coming off the ocean.<br/><br/>Coming.  Juvenile, perhaps, but the word in her thoughts made her smile, even as Gabriel spoke close to her hair.  "<em>I think that if they were getting along any better, they'd be setting off smoke alarms.  Of course, the night is young."</em><br/><br/>She could feel him stiffen a little, his fingers twitching on her skin, as his words betrayed the fact that he had brains.  "Relax, Gabriel.  You're smart.  That's not a liability.  I like smart, and I like you."  She made no protest as he took her drink and sat it down.  There was something more intoxicating than liquor that she wanted just then, and it seemed like they were in agreement in want.<br/><br/>Her head tilted as his free hand pushed her hair away,  and she felt the pressure of his lips on her head, and then on her shoulder.  It was sweet, and not in a cloying way, and she could feel the rush of air as he inhaled, making a little murmur of appreciation that said louder than words that her perfume hadn't been wasted.<br/><br/><em>"I want it all, so if you don't hear me saying 'stop' then do ... whatever you want to do."</em><br/><br/>That was direct enough, and very much indicative of the fact that she was more than old enough to know what she wanted, and not shy about admitting it.  Unconsciously her muscles tightened, and she sucked in air, holding her breath as his hands slid down her sides and then beneath the top, moving to her stomach.  She was proud of her body, having invested so much in honing it until it was better than it had been when she was a naive teenager.<br/><br/><em>"Though I might make a few suggestions ... but right now you're doing just fine."</em><br/><br/>Monica hadn't exactly forgotten about Brett and Lauren, but right now her focus was on Gabriel, and how good his hands felt on her, and how good he felt.  Her heart was thudding pleasantly, and she moved a foot to the side as his hand moved up slowly beneath the cloth, not in protest, but to pull the hem of her skirt taut so it would cling all the tighter to the curve of her ass as she moved back against him, swaying just slightly as he cupped her breast fully, demonstrating that he might be a little shyer than his friend, but shyness was definitely relative.<br/><br/><em>"First suggestion is that you move closer.  I want to feel you against me ... and use both hands." </em>Monica's voice was soft, a sultry whisper just rising above the breeze and the sound of the waves rolling into the beach.  Her nipple against his palm was achingly, itchingly stiff, impatient for attention, and its twin was no less insistent.<br/><br/><em>"I hope you don't mind if I don't play hard to get.   There are too many more fun things to play.  Spring Break is supposed to be wild, uninhibited ... crazy ... isn't it?"  A time you'll never forget?"</em><br/><br/>Her sway was a caress far too intimate to be accidental, checking to see if he were an altogether different kind of hard to get -- the good kind.