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grinned. "It'll be dark—no one will know and your secret's safe with me."
    And she knew she was probably crazy to actually be doing this, going off with a total
    stranger to have meaningless sex, but she reminded herself again: This could be her one
    shot ever at fucking a truly hot guy who made her wet at a glance, and she wanted to
    know how that felt—to just drink in the physical sensations, to simply be fucked purely
    for the sake of fucking.
    As they walked through Bayside Village hand in hand, Wendy felt like a queen. A sex
    queen. And she fully expected them to proceed to the shuttle stop since the beach was at least a mile away, but to her surprise, Brandon led her to a group of golf carts, motioning to one. "Your chariot, milady."
    She'd forgotten that for an exorbitant price you could rent a golf cart to traverse the resort as well, bypassing the shuttle system. So her hot-man-for-a-night possessed not only
    brains, but money. It hardly mattered, given the "a-night" part, but it still pleased her and made for a fun ride across the palm-tree-laden resort in the dark.
    Parking near the beach, Brandon led her by the hand to a boardwalk that crossed the
    dunes, and when they reached steps leading down to the sand, he motioned to her shoes.
    "Might want to leave those here. Sand and heels don't mix."
    Good point, and she was glad he'd mentioned it—the vodka and schnapps in her drink
    had her feeling giddy and not thinking as clearly as usual. But as she leaned against the wood railing to remove them, Brandon said, "Allow me," stooping down before her.
    "Oh ..." she heard herself breathe when he lifted one foot in his hand and gently slid the shoe off, brushing his fingertips across the bottom arch of her foot, a simple move that sent a fluttery ribbon of heat up her leg.
    He removed the other pump as well, this time running his index finger lightly over the
    top of her foot. She felt that caress in her pussy and hoped he didn't notice the lustful sigh she released, even letting her eyes fall shut for a second.
    As her bare feet sank into the sand, she noticed the beach was surprisingly empty, and
    dark. Bayside Village must provide enough distractions, she decided, to lure away people who might normally enjoy combing the beach after the sun set. A warm sea breeze blew
    her hair back from her face as she walked with Brandon over the wide expanse of cool
    sand toward the shore.
    Moonlight gleamed across the calm waves, which broke only lightly before rolling up
    onto the sand, and the June temperatures made the water cool but comfortable as it rushed over Wendy's feet. She immediately liked being alone with Brandon in the dark and it
    turned the silk between her thighs even wetter.
    He held her hand as they waded into the surf, although it surprised her when she realized he was leading her gradually deeper into the water. When one of the incoming waves
    splashed up around her knees, she laughed and said, "Where are on earth are you taking me?" She might not be opposed to a midnight swim, but not in her dress.
    "There," Brandon replied. 'A sandbar. See?” He pointed out an area slightly offshore where the water flowed smooth in the scant moonlight, no waves breaking at all.
    But she only gave another laugh. 'Afraid you're on your own." Even as aroused as she'd been all day, she didn't mind if he wanted to have a little beach fun before sex—but she had no intention of wading out to a hidden sandbar in a brand-new dress that probably
    wouldn't like salt water very much.
    Her "date" shrugged playfully. "Suit yourself—you don't know what you're missing."
    And, releasing her hand, he moved deeper into the surf, stopping to roll up the legs on his long cargo shorts as the water rose higher around him.
    "What am I missing?" she couldn't help calling after him with a smile as the distance between them grew. She'd never actually had occasion to wade out to a sandbar before,
    so she didn't know what the great appeal