Laughs gently and places the unvoiced requested kiss on her lips again, but this time lingering. Still gentle and tender and playful, but not a stolen moment any longer.
From the basket I pull out an I-pod and speakers laying them on the blanket. Turning it on soft sultry jazz music began to come from the speakers. I rise and offer my hand to help her up.
Tell me, Asa, have you ever danced in the surf around your ankles with the ocean breeze swirling your hair around.
I help her to her feet and we step across the beach and into the waves. The water was cold, swirling around our ankles splashing at our knees. Asa's dress was going to be soaking wet from the thighs down, and I hoped it would not be the only thing that would be wet when we finished.
I faced her standing close and peering deep into her eyes. My hand raises and runs fingers lightly down the side of her cheek down her sleek neck down the side of her sexy body until it rested on her hip. My other hand rises and runs fingers over the outside of her arm past her elbow, past her wrist, and over her fingers. I take her hand.
We begin a simple box step but close together hips swaying to the music. The water splashing but neither of us caring very much about it. Our eyes entwined, making sweet love.
We continue like that for some time but then comes a dip, a deep one. The kind of dip that requires her to trust me a good deal for my hand on the small of her back was the only thing keeping her balance. the movement curves her body back raising her bust and accentuating the fullness of her breasts, the deep valley between, her long slender throat. Her hair hangs back the ends getting wet in the relentless waves.
The dip still keep eyes locked on each other feeling the waves softly whip at my hair. Hips pressing firm against him in the circling dip. Feeling the firm pressure between our hip in the dip hips wriggling just a little till back up we stand together ever so close eyes still locked in a loving glance.
We begin the box step again and then I twirl her into my arms so we face the same direction with her back and ass firmly pressing into my chest and groin. My hand raises trailing fingers down over her lips, her chin, her neck, down across her chest and between her breasts. I slid them over the fabric of her dress over her stomach lay my hand flat on her lower belly provifding gentle pressure so every motion she made wriggled her ass against the rapidly growing tent in my pants.