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  Kendra smiled. She was glad that she wore her hat and sunglasses. At least she could admire the mysterious visitor without being obvious. If the man noticed her scrutiny, he gave no notice. She wondered why he would come to their stretch of beach since there was nothing commercial in the area, but when she noticed him walking east, she assumed he had a destination, probably one of the residences.

  She was growing hungry. Usually she and Josh had breakfast on the patio, but she was curious about the man. Josh had stayed up late working on his memoirs, so he wouldn’t be up for a while anyway. She settled against her cushion and continued to sip on her morning mojito.

  About an hour later, the man returned, the empty net bag slung over his shoulder. He walked with a confident stride, as though he owned the beach. Kendra watched him approach the boat. He tossed in the bag and pushed the boat toward the gently rippling water, waded in until it floated free, and jumped inside. Kendra noticed how the water gleamed on his skin. The motor coughed to life. The man steered out to sea and turned westward.

  Now, two weeks later, Kendra watched a routine that could have been timed to the minute. After the man headed east, she dozed for almost an hour, and then woke a couple of minutes before he returned. As always, the empty net was slung over his shoulder. He approached the boat and started pushing it toward the water.

  Suddenly, he stopped and looked directly at Kendra. His gaze was so intense, so direct, she felt as though he could see her eyes through her sunglasses. Shocked by his scrutiny, Kendra froze. He’d never noticed, or at least, acknowledged her before. What had changed now? Something about his face suggested he was smiling. He stared at her for a few moments.

  Kendra was so entranced by his gaze that she only glimpsed the motion of his hand. She blinked. Had he just touched his cock? It was only a flicker of motion from her peripheral vision, so she couldn’t be sure. Then he touched it again, though this time it was a slower, deliberate stroke. Kendra didn’t need binoculars to envision his growing bulge. Even from a distance it was noticeable.

  Snared by the hypnotic motion of his hands, Kendra felt herself growing wet. She stared hungrily at the man, her imagination running wild with erotic images of the two entangled in the sand. Her hand drifted to the top of her sundress and pulled it down to reveal her breasts. Looking at the man, she tweaked her already rigid nipples, and paused to raise one breast to her mouth and suck.

  The man watched entranced. By now his cock was rigid, and rose from his shorts like a flagpole. Kendra stared at it, willing the man to expose his proud meat. The man seemed to smile. Perhaps he could read her thoughts? He watched her for a few moments, hesitated, and finally turned to the boat and pushed it onto the water.

  Kendra could only stare as the motor kicked in and the boat moved away from the beach. He glanced back only once before the boat gradually vanished into the western horizon.

  “Like the show?” Josh asked, touching her shoulder.

  Kendra started. She’d been so focused on the man she never heard Josh approach. He grinned at her and bent to kiss her.

  “When did you get up?” she asked, pulling him onto the hammock.

  “Little while ago,” he said, gazing out to sea. “Thought I’d bring out breakfast, but I see you’ve already decided on a man course.”

  Kendra snuggled against him. Josh’s hands strayed to her breasts. He fondled and kissed them, bringing each to his mouth to suck her nipples. Kendra sighed and leaned back against the cushion as Josh’s hand strayed between her legs and pushed her thighs apart.

  “Too bad he left,” Josh said, toying with her pussy lips. “Maybe we could have put on a little show for him.”

  Kendra writhed and spread her legs wider apart. Josh toyed with her swollen clit, causing her to jerk and gasp. Sliding his fingers deep into her wetness, Josh teased her G-spot until she came, her body shuddering from the intense release.

  “Feel better?” he asked.

  Kendra nodded and stretched languorously.

  “You’ve seen him?” she asked.

  “Of course I’ve noticed him. He’s impossible to miss. And I have to admit I’m also curious about him. Maybe we could both greet him tomorrow.”

  Kendra chuckled. “He may not want to leave.”

  Josh grinned and kissed her. “Maybe he can take something else with him besides an empty bag.” He paused to gaze at the horizon. “Weather report this morning says that Hurricane Brett’s picking up steam.”

  “I thought it was steering north of us?”

  “It’s changed direction, which they often do. We might be in its path, or at least the north side of the island.”

  Kendra sat up. “Are we in danger?”

  “We’ve weathered other storms,” Josh said, “but this one’s pretty big. Could do some damage. We may have to wait it out in the shelter, but no one’s sure yet which way it’s going to turn.”

  Kendra frowned. One of few disadvantages to living in the Caribbean was hurricanes. They’d chosen the southern coast of the island for a reason, as historically, storms tended to strike the northern coast. Even though they’d dealt with severe weather in the past, it was never enough to threaten their home. However, they opted for prudence by building a shelter below ground and reinforcing their home as much as possible.

  “Is it that bad?” she asked.

  “Could be. Season so far has been a record-breaker.”

  “Is there anything we need?” Kendra asked. “Just in case…”

  Josh rose and stretched. He wore his favorite tropical print board shorts. Even after twenty years of marriage, he was as buff and handsome as the day they met. She knew that in his eyes, she’d barely changed, although her figure had grown more voluptuous with age and her eyes creased delightfully when she smiled.

  “We should be good, but I’ll check everything to make sure we’re prepared.”

  “I’ll make breakfast,” Kendra said, stepping out of the hammock and following him to the house.

  Gazing at the lush foliage surrounding their cozy beach house, she felt a pang of concern. Approaching the open patio doors, she turned to look back at the calm sea. A sailboat skipped across the horizon. The day was so beautiful, the fragrant air so balmy, the only sound the gentle susurration of the water and the chatter of birds. It was difficult to imagine that how quickly the idyllic view could change into one of violent, raging waters and destructive winds.

  Kendra felt a knot of concern churn in her stomach. As she entered the house, she wondered what the next day would bring.

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  Alexandra Noir is a registered relationship counselor and social worker. She’s always had dirty fantasies locked inside of her mind and now loves writing about them and occasionally experiencing them. Her free time often consists of BDSM play where she submits to men that can bring her to places most women only dream of. Every so often though, she finds herself on the other side of the flogger and can bring a man to his knees.

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