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excitement coursing through her. She slugged back the last of her second margarita and took a deep breath.
    “Remember me telling you how I treated myself to a week package deal on Crete, after my second year of university?”
    They nodded. “Okay then . . .” She closed her eyes, letting the scene form.
    “It’s my last afternoon. I’m walking along a beach and this man comes toward me, and it’s like we’re both struck by lightning. Immediate chemistry.”
    She opened her eyes, and saw she had their rapt attention. “Did I mention”—she paused deliberately—“that this is a nude beach?”
    “Suzie!” Rina gasped, heedless of the salsa tumbling from her chip to the table.
    “Our Suze on a nude beach?” Jenny said.
    “We’ve established the man is nude,” Ann said. “So get to the good stuff. What does this guy look like?”
    “Tall, muscled, handsome. Absolutely perfect in, how shall I say this? Every dimension.”
    “In other words, he’s hung,” Jenny said, shoving up her sleeves and resting her pointy elbows on the table.
    “You can say that again! I’ve never seen—” Suzanne broke off, then continued in a lower voice. “Yeah, definitely hung. Anyhow, then, somehow, we’re holding hands, walking together, not even talking. Me, not talking. How weird is that?”
    She reached for her margarita glass and brought it to her lips, only to find it empty.
    “Go on,” Ann prompted, shrugging out of her suit jacket and leaning forward.
    “We follow a path that leads uphill, through scrubby bushes. There’s a zillion pretty little wildflowers dotting the ground.”
    “Skip the travelogue,” Jenny demanded. “Like Ann said, cut to the good stuff.”
    “I’m shooting him these sideways glances, checking him out. And he’s getting aroused.” She grinned. “What a turn-on.”
    “Oh man!” Jenny said.
    “We come across a cave. We step inside the mouth and suddenly we’re kissing. He lifts me up, I hook my legs around his waist and we make love right there, standing up.”
    “Oh, my, God!” Rina fanned herself with the fringed end of her shawl.
    “It’s fast, explosive.” And she’d had an orgasm for the first time in her life. Not just an orgasm but a mind-shattering one.
    “Afterwards, we lie down on my beach towel and explore each other’s bodies with our hands, lips, tongues. He makes me come with his mouth and I, you know . . .”
    “Give him a blow job,” Jenny finished, at the same moment Ann said, “Perform fellatio.”
    Suzanne felt her cheeks grow hotter. “He stops me before he comes, then he’s inside me so hard and fast and deep, and it feels so amazing that I come again before he does.” She cleared her throat and fiddled with her margarita glass, almost wishing she’d broken her two-drink rule, even as she remembered the reason she never would.
    “Jesus, girl, I didn’t know you had it in you,” Jenny marveled, reaching for another cheese-coated chip and shoving it into the guacamole.
    Suzanne closed her eyes, remembering watching as their bodies joined, separated, joined again. “Did I mention he’s black?”
    “You mean African-American,” Ann corrected.
    “Or African-African,” Suzanne said. “Or from England. Lots of English people holiday in Greece. No accent, though. Yeah, probably American, you’re right.” Damn, doing this analysis had thrown her out of the moment, away from Crete and back to the restaurant.
    “But definitely gorgeous, eh?” Jenny said. “And hung.”
    Suzanne nodded. “Yup. He was this delicious shade of dark chocolate and he had short dreads. His face was so striking. A sexy little goatee. His eyes were chocolate too, and sparkly. Vibrant.”
    “Wow,” Rina breathed. “A chocolate man. How yummy.”
    “He was.” Even now, she could remember that taste.
    “And of course he was a fantastic lover.” Rina sighed dreamily. 
    “He was a stranger, yet sex with him felt like the most intimate act I’d ever committed.