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huffs and grunts because the tension in my body is spreading out of my belly and into my thighs, up my chest.  
    I want to come. I press and rub and thrust and grind my body against Sean’s, my gaze on the slit in the drapes when I see movement. I can’t stop moving though. Even if the man turns his head, even if he sees us, watches, I don’t care because I’m that far gone. Sean guides my hips up and down onto his, filling me full, taking me higher with every stroke.  
    I open my mouth and a short, keening cry emerges before I can squelch it. Pleasure bursts through me, filling my entire body, and sure enough what I can see of the man’s head-- He turns toward the cabana, like he’s heard me. But even then I can’t stop moving.
    Sean smiles at my expression, winks at me, his hands on my hips holding me in place while he thrusts up into me and finds his own release.  
    When he’s finished I collapse onto his chest, my face in his neck, my body sweaty and tired and tingly.
    “I like it too,” Sean whispers into my ear. “I’m not an exibitionist, but there’s a certain thrill knowing there are people all around us, that someone might see or hear us, know what we’re doing. Know I’ve made you come.”
    I close my eyes against the honesty of his statement, unable to deny it.  
    But so long as we are discreet and no one ever really sees us...  
    Sean cuddles me close, his cock twitching inside me post-orgasm.
    “Don’t be embarrassed,” Sean says. “It’s just a fantasy. Besides, I like this side of you, love.”
    I nod, my head bumping into his chin. I like this side of me too.  
    “Ava?”
    Finally finding my voice I make a sound. “Hmm?”
    “Don’t wear any panties to dinner tonight.”

Commando Dinner

    After making love in the cabana earlier today, Sean and I go for a swim. The water is great, but my husband is better.  
    We play like children, splashing and teasing until we tire and go back to the cabana to rest, leaving the ocean-facing drapes open so we can watch the waves and our attendant will bring us snacks.
    I have to be honest. Sean’s request about not wearing panties to dinner tonight? I’m a little... freaked. Today in the cabana the drapes were pulled and realistically I doubt the man standing outside the structure heard anything but the surf and the many kids screaming and playing along the shore, plus there’s the music from the hotel pool.  
    But dinner? We’ll be surrounded by tables, people. Without a drape to be found.  
    When we tire of the beach, we gather our belongings and head back to our suite. Sean showers first to give me extra time in the bathroom. I’m envious of how men can jump in and out of the shower so quickly, without ever having to shave their legs or condition their hair. I go through the motions beneath the water’s spray, but the entire time my mind is focused on Sean’s words from earlier. What does he plan to do?  
    I’m nervous and scared and more than a little shocked. I’m a kindergarten teacher and a Christian woman. I wear panties.  
    But I’m also intrigued. And despite the amount of sex I’ve had in the last few hours after twenty-five years of celibacy, my body still responds, tingling, flushed and ready for my husband’s touch.
    I slather lotion on my smooth legs and reach for my bra. It seems silly to wear a bra when I’m bare down below so I set it back down and remove the dress from the hanger. The material is a shimmery silver with a lightly beaded bodice and spaghetti straps, pinched in at the waist befor it flares out around my legs, the hem ending just above my knees. The skirt is bouncy and flirty, and if I move a certain way a wee bit more of my thighs show. Enough, but not too much. The lack of panties won’t be a visible problem, but the lack of bra?  
    I decide to take an oversized wrap with me despite the temperate climate. The restaurant might be cold after all.
    Giving myself more time, I sit in the little