A walk along the seafront

Midday and there we were the only people walking along the wave lashed promenade. On a day like this we were asking to get a soaking. Great green waves broke upon the sea wall sending their froth and spume flying into our faces. I turned my back onto the next onslaught of water in time to see Rachel use me as her shelter - cheeky cow! The water rattled on my clothing like small pebbles, my jacket could take all the water thrown at it but everything below that was soaked when Rachel and I miss - timed a wave when we started our walk back home from the town towards our seafront apartment. We should have known better but it was fun and refreshing and not so bad knowing that we lived close by. It was fair to say that Rachel's hair looked a mess with her hair all matted down, she looked so different - she looked so "alive".

We had about another half a minute before the next big wave. Rachel stood on tiptoe and we kissed tasting the salt on each others lips as the next wave broke soaking and stinging. It was not the cold North Sea spray that was bothering me but her hand rubbing the front of my jeans! Our tongues sought each others out as another wave ended its journey nearby with a crash sending more water onto the promenade. Looking into Rachel's eyes I could see her lust building behind them turning towards home once more we held hands predicting when to walk and when to stop slowly we made some sort of progress, that is until we neared a shelter. Rachel squeezed my hand and pulled me into this Victorian relic from a bygone age. A shelter from what I mused as again more spray lashed over the sea wall and straight into where we were.

I unzipped my jacket and Rachel slipped her arms inside and around my body. Pulling her close I wrapped my jacket around her and did up the Velcro storm tab cocooning us together. Her small body fairly quivered against me as she rested her head on my chest. I could feel the warmth of her hands through my clothes as we stood there.