    Their hands met. Together they
clasped Cupid's arrow. His shorts
bulged, his face blushed deeper than a
tan. Her face responded, the fumbling
won and the bra drifted away in the
gentle breeze. They giggled.
    Stunned by her beauty and feeling
somewhat dizzy, Pierre needed to grab
something; he picked up her bottle of
suntan lotion.
    With deft movements his fingers
oiled her back from shoulders to but-
tocks, lingering on every spot with
inflamed desires.
    She turned over. His hands cupped
her treasures. Their kiss signalled the
need for privacy.
