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up behind her. Jason. Sharon stopped.

    "Are you okay?" He asked. His eyes danced all over her.

    She glanced as herself and guessed she couldn't blame him. All of her exposed skin was splotched with perspiration and grains of sand kicked up from her run. Save for a little bit of cover on her torso and the sparest of running skirts, she was bare-naked. His eyes grazed her nipples protruding through the fabric and appeared temporarily stunned. As was she. He was such a handsome man with his deep-set eyes lined with thick black lashes were as wide as the headlights on a truck.

    "What is it you’re wearing, exactly?" he demanded, not waiting for an answer as he gawked. "You seem to always have the hottest workout clothes on." She could hardly speak. All the drama of the morning was gone and all she wanted was to be having sex with him.

    "J-J-Jason— I'm—" she said, rubbing her thighs. Jason scouted the beach to note that it was completely vacant, as did she. Any berm, any grassy area, any cover or bluff and she was going to go for it.

    He slid off his helmet and took her face in his hands. His wet, soft mouth pressed against hers and tasted her. Sharon was pretty sure her moan filled the empty shore. He dismounted his bike and walked it with her down as the asphalt transitioned into decking. They rounded a grassy dune. He parked it and they virtually attacked each other in the tall grass.

    Jason tumbled with Sharon against a soft cradle of sand. The surf was quiet as the waves gently lapped the wet shore. The air was salty and soft as the water birds squawked in the background. His hands swept up the form fitting tank top of her outfit to expose her gym-honed body. He leaned down to kiss just beneath her breasts. When they were together before, their passion was always on the ready and Jason and she became very adept at making due with little privacy.

    "I need you," she said, kissing him and reaching between his legs to enjoy the sensation of his erection through his jeans.

    "Ohh," he sang, "Maybe I should give you want you need." Jason's big broad shoulders rose up over her and shaded Sharon's eyes from the sun as his hands continued skimming. His touch was warming her in ways the sun could not as he glided across the skin of her soft thighs, slightly grazing them with his rough fingertips.

    She arched towards him in response, offering herself to him. His fingers found the heat of her wet, delicate flesh beneath the lace of her thong (even for her workout she wore lingerie). When he slipped them inside of her, she reached down and pleasured herself.

    It had been some time since this had happened and Sharon climaxed quickly. As soon as she had peaked she slumped backwards against the berm, submitting to the pleasured waves that rippled through her body as Jason aggravated the sensitivity of her erogenous spots. He knew her body so well, but it was never routine. It was an amazing language that they shared.

    Lying tangled with one another; Sharon wrapped her legs around his splendid buttocks and encouraged him to roll under her. When she set sat up, she was straddling him. He was such a big bear of a man and she was so lanky and lean that she was light and fit atop him perfectly; it was comfortable for them both to have him support her.

    She honed in for a kiss. He tilted up to accept her, parted his mouth for her to impale with her ready tongue. She fed on him, licking the insides of his cheeks, stroking his tongue with hers. She broke apart, nestling her face in the crook of his neck as he unfastened the waist of his pants. Quickly he was inside of her.

    In the full light of the unfiltered sun, with civilization not too distant, before the great expanse of the ocean, they joined. Ten years melted away as though they had always been together; it had always been just the two of them. Sharon forgot how intensely every cell of her body craved every bit of him. When they were finally together that it was something that