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right after lunch, almost every chair was empty. She took a glass of iced tea with her this time, and after kicking her legs up she closed her eyes and relaxed, listening to the sound of the water.
    She jerked awake, realizing she must have nodded off. Her watch assured her she had slept only a few minutes, and without thinking she looked out at the water again. A thrill ran through her when she recognized the lone surfer calmly walking toward the waves, then into the sea.
    The woman wore the top of a bright orange wet suit, and the darkness soon swallowed her. Elizabeth sat on the edge of the chair, bending forward and straining her eyes. She scanned the horizon for several minutes for any sign of the woman and was about to give up when the full moon burst from behind a cloud and illuminated the woman riding the wave into shore.
    Elizabeth was fascinated as the surfer quickly turned her board a complete one hundred and eighty degrees and dropped into a prone position. A second later she began to paddle again into the churning waves. Instinctively, Elizabeth walked toward the surf and sat just out of reach of the incoming tide, leaning back, her arms bracing her as she watched the woman repeat the maneuver several more times. Her breath quickened when the surfer emerged from the water, her lean body dripping with water. She approached with deliberate steps, peeling off her wet-suit top as she neared.
    Tonight she was wearing purple board shorts that hung low on her hips, a good three inches below her belly button. Her matching sports bra clung to her wet body, accentuating erect nipples underneath. Before Elizabeth had a chance to breathe, the woman stood in front of her, her outstretched arm beckoning Elizabeth to take her hand. Without stopping to think, she did.

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    The woman pulled Elizabeth up effortlessly and kissed her. Soft, delicate kisses at first, their breath mingling as the smells of paradise surrounded them. The surfer stepped closer and Elizabeth wrapped her arms around the woman’s neck, pressing against the damp flesh. Her kisses became impatient and insistent. Elizabeth struggled to keep up with the demands of the tongue invading her mouth and raised herself on her toes to get closer to the mouth, causing delicious tremors through her body.
    The woman pulled away and they stood together in the moonlight. Elizabeth looked up into dark eyes that tempted her to pick up the gauntlet laid at her feet. She had no doubt she was to decide how far this would go. She could choose to stop right now or continue what she instinctively knew would be a mutually satisfying experience. The steamy, sensuous look in the woman’s eyes, and what she had seen today in the sunlight, reaffirmed that sex with this stranger would be incredible.
    But this was ridiculous. She didn’t know anything about this woman. Elizabeth barely heard her common sense over the roar of the pounding between her legs. Something about her kept drawing Elizabeth, something different from anyone she’d ever known. They had barely spoken to each other, but she sensed the woman probing the depths of her soul with her keen eyes. She dropped her hands from around the stranger’s neck and, with a subtle nod, took her hand. She didn’t know where they were going, but she knew exactly what would happen when they got there.
    The surfer retrieved her board, which she’d dropped in the sand sometime during their embrace. Elizabeth didn’t say a word as she walked beside her, wanting to memorize every detail of this moment. Something about this entire interlude made her realize she would remember it forever.
    She finally saw the woman was taking her to a place not far from where she’d been sitting—a cluster of trees that had sprung up in the soft sand. The area had created a natural umbrella from the sun earlier in the day and now served as the perfect spot for a very private rendezvous. The ease with which the woman had seduced her gave