Saucy Sunday at the Shore
It was just another local’s summer lazy Sunday when she came into my life. One of those Indian summer days where the Bennies had departed, but old man winter was still weeks away. I was taking it all in at Donovan’s Reef back bar in Sea Bright, having a couple of cold ones when I got my first glimpse of her. She was stunning in appearance, totally a breath of fresh air from the usual weathered crowd you see this time of year. I had to pinch myself as I just couldn’t stop gazing right at her.
I was fixated by her eyes, they were big and mesmerizing. She totally pulled me in with her outwardly calm appearance. After a few drinks at the bar though I started to see a glimmer of her wild side as the full moon glowed across her face while casting a long shadow against the bar. I thought to myself there is something mysterious about this one, and I got to try a piece myself.
As I approached her I could tell she was one of those gals that had come to the bar with a little anger in her blood, hoping to drown her sorrows away. Just below the surface, you could tell someone had pissed in her cheerios. Perfect time to turn on the charm, she was ripe for the picking looking for some angry revenge fucking. As we got to know each other, most of her banter was about global climate change, I thought great another drunken tree-hugging hipster. Her fiery rants about what mankind was doing to mother earth were both charming and disturbing at the same time.
As the evening continued so did the rage in her stories, certainly, the $2 draft beer specials were adding another whole level to the interactions. I started to wonder if she was this wired and wild in the sack? This could be a crazy night. When she eventually leaned over and whispered in my ear that she was getting hot and bothered, maybe even a little wet, I knew the window of opportunity was wide open, just a matter of climbing through it.
It wasn’t long before we were rolling around on Donovan’s sandy beach like a pair of college kids without a care in the world. As we frolicked in the sand the breaking waves tickled at our feet. The ripping and groping as the flood of emotional instincts, fueled by alcohol, took over. I was deep inside her as the waves were now crashing down around us under the beautiful full moon shining upon her backside. As the adrenaline flowed in the heat of the moment, the pressure was so intense; nothing could stop the inevitable moment of release.
All engines are clear for takeoff, as she rode me like a red coin-operated horse outside K-mart. However as quickly as she came, she exited and the last wave was too close and too powerful whisking me out to sea. Thrashing in the undercurrent, grabbing on for dear life, trying to get a footing seemed impossible. How quickly the tides had turned on me. A couple of minutes later an angel pulled me from the waters and threw me onto the shore. What the fuck had happened? That was the craziest and scariest shit yet.
It took me over a year to be right after that night, still sends shivers down my spine. I was not alone that October night, come to find out her name was Sandy, and she fucked me good.