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ran into the water, almost tripping in the waves and dove in. Salt water stung my eyes but I didn’t care. I was free! I’d never felt so free! I probably should have watched my alcoholic intake but oh, well! I turned to see Cold Hard Cash coming towards me, as if he were going to rescue me and I yelped, dove in and tried to swim away. But he grabbed me by the foot and pulled me to him. He forced me on my feet and grabbed onto my shoulders.
    “You’re drunk,” he yelled over the surf. “You could drown! Come on!”
    “I am not drunk!” I said, realizing that I was turned on from the show and definitely from him. “I’m happy!”
    “Good for you!” he yelled. “Come on!”
    And, in a fit of either temporary insanity, which I’d already aptly displayed, or in a fit of lust, which had been building since I laid eyes on him, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. And I mean kissed. I half-expected him not to kiss back and he didn’t at first, as if me kissing him shocked him but then he did and he kissed back as if he were pleased I’d kissed him first. Sometimes a girl can make the first move. Especially in this case.
    “Oh God,” I moaned, allowing the atmosphere and the lust in my body to take over. “Fuck me, Cold Hard Cash,” I moaned. “Fuck me.”
    “You’re drunk,” he said, still kissing me.
    Yeah, drunk with lust. “Come on,” I said and ran my lips over his again. “Let’s do it.”
    “Are you sure?” he asked and pressed his body closer to mine.
    “I am,” I moaned wanting it so badly I couldn’t think straight. And it had been a while for me. I needed sex and he was there. Why the fuck not?
    He stared at me and nodded. “If that’s what you want.”
    I didn’t answer. I pushed myself onto him and kissed him again, kissed him hard, ramming my tongue into his open and waiting mouth, allowing him to suck at it then offer me his to suck on and to play with. We ate at each other and my nipples rose up in need, needing to be toyed with, needing to be touched and suckled and pinched, just a little. And then he did. His big hands came up and cupped my bare breasts, squeezing them and then he pinched the nipples, a little harder than I expected but that just added to the intensity of the situation . And the situation was that we were standing in the ocean. I was nearly naked and he was kissing me, playing with my nipples and I wanted more.
    “Touch me down there,” I whispered in his ear and nibbled at his earlobe. “Between my legs. Touch me. Please, touch me.”
    He complied and cupped me there, down there, squeezing me gently as his mouth found mine again and began to suck at my lips. He bent me back a little so that my hair was in the water, then pulled me back up. I jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and he walked us back to the beach and laid me down on the sand.
    My hands were in his short hair, grabbing at it, pulling at it, then they went down his back, along his strong back. He rose up and pulled his soaking shirt off and threw it to the side. I grabbed onto his pants, slipping my hand inside them and found his cock. Oh, wow. He was hung. He was big and I mean big . I’d never felt one quite that large but it pleased me to no end. Sure, I had gotten an idea of how big it was at the show, but to see and touch it in real life was quite another thing entirely.
    I pulled at his shorts until they came off him along with his boxers and then he was naked. But I still had my panties on. He kissed my lips, then my cheek, sliding his tongue along my neck and then between my breasts and down my stomach. He paused at the top of my panties then grabbed hold of them with his teeth and pulled them off until I was naked like him. He began to eat at me a little, moving my legs apart until I moaned. I let him go for a good few minutes but then I knew what I wanted and what I wanted was his hard dick inside of me.
    I tugged at his shoulders until he kissed his way