Edie! I wore a skirt! You’re a genius! Ass rubs are the best!
First date here:
We met at the boardwalk for the weekly beach bon~fire. I cooked dinner and brought it for us. I made a grilled tri~tip sirloin steak rubbed with garlic, olive oil & sea salt, medium rare and sliced up. Fingerling (fancy!) potatoes with olive oil, lime juice & thyme. Spinach & basil leaf salad with heirloom red & yellow tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, red onions in balsamic vinaigrette. It was fucking delicious and he was really happy about that meal.
We had a fantastic evening. Lots of talking, laughing & touching. Very easy.
Then shit got real in the best possible way. I was resigned to the fact that I may never again have the pants feels like you do when you’re young. I WAS WRONG!!! We were makin’ out on the beach blanket like a pair of horny teenagers. I was wearing a skirt ( Thank you, Edie!) and the hands slipped up there for lots of over-the-underpants ass petting. I likely was mooning the entire beach but I did not care. Good sexy times potential is very promising and he makes me feel beautiful & desirable. Winning.
Speaking of moons, a nearly full one rose over the ocean tonight. So beautiful. Perfect, really. We’ve made Wednesday night at the beach a standing date for the rest of the summer. He is taking me kayaking on Sunday.