So that started a ton of suggestive texting with pictures, all the while I’m looking for flights and was lucky enough to find one that would put me there 3 days before she had to leave, perfect! I created a story to tell my client which involved problems with my house that needed me there asap, no problem. I packed a backpack pack because I didn’t know if I was even going to make it to my house or is this going to be a 3 day never leave the hotel room kind of thing. I landed in the late afternoon and picked up the rental car still plenty of time to get to her hotel and catch a sunset, or not. That’s the thing about the unknown it exciting, you the anticipation makes the mind play crazy scenarios that may or may not happen, I find it best to expect nothing and enjoy what ever happens. I arrived at the hotel which is located across the street from the beach I sat in the car and texted her asking what she was doing. She replied that she was sitting at the beach enjoying the sunshine I asked what color bathing suit she was wearing , beige. Okay I hit the beach and looked around for a woman in a beige suit sitting alone she would be one of the younger girls and if memory serves me she has brown hair. She texting me her dirty thoughts in a very playful way and I replying with the same banter. I see her in a beach chair down near the water sticking out like a sore thumb with her skin so white it will most likely burn without lotion. I approached her from behind stripping off my shirt and flip flops I put my phone and keys with my wallet in the middle of my shirt and wrapped the shirt laying it on the ground and walked maybe 15 feet from her and dove in the water. The water was warm and inviting and clear as day, I bobbed up turned towards her and asked her to join me. The look on her face was priceless, it took a few beats for her to recognize me, but when she did she got up and dove in bobbing up next to me. We had not see or spoke to each other in over 30 years, we’re neck deep in the water and we reach out to each other the feelings and emotions raging through our bodies the tingle of out touch shocked us back to reality but only for a moment, long enough to say “hi” before our lips smashed into each other with a hunger and yearning for only in fables and romance novels.

The 80’s were such a great time to be young and alive. Even today in my 60’s I get goosebumps remembering how awesome life was then, a bunch of us guys had custom vans some had cars others had motorcycles. Fridays began at the local car wash after dark getting our rides as clean as humanly possible we all worked together there was a level of camaraderie you could only find in the military the same camaraderie we shared in the gym. After a couple of hours we would cruise through downtown showing off our shit like a proud peacock, then we hit our favorite watering hole park across the street and go in and out of the bar all night sometimes until the sun came up. The summers seem to go on forever the nights warm and humid filled with life even after midnight we’ll into the morning. Between all of us there were always cold beers and some weed, none of us had steady girlfriend’s but there were plenty around some we knew from school others were friends of friends a sister that kind of knowing people. Nothing was really serious just hanging out a little partying telling stories laughing at one another, there were hook ups of course we were at an age somewhere between figuring shit out and adulthood. We were having fun