We continued down the deserted beach, just happy in our love. Eventually, Claire turned to me and stood still, expectant. I reached around her to hug her, and leant down to kiss her. Claire shivered. I'm not sure if that was passion or cold, the wind had picked up. A spot of rain landed on my nose, and I wiped it way. The sky was looking ominously black. We hadn't been looking up; we hadn't noticed.
More spots of rain, then it became a shower. The wind rose. We looked around for some shelter, I pointed towards the cliffs across the beach, we started running in that direction as the heavens turned on the spigot. I could run faster than Claire, so I scooped her up in my arms and ran. "Whee!" She exclaimed, excited. I spotted a cave mouth, I headed to that.
My survival training had kicked in, even though I wanted to leave all that behind at home. Claire had even promised to not call me ‘General’ (in honor of my promotion), or ‘Soldier-boy’, her pet name for me. This could be bad, stuck out in the elements with no gear and hardly any clothing. I could survive, I’d been through worse in training, but Claire was really only a civilian, she was my civilian, mine to protect.
Picking her up was not just romantic, it’d keep me warm, so I could worry about Claire. As I ran I assessed the situation, the wind was from the South West, so the rain was warm. We had a "pineapple express" direct from Hawaii.
I made it to the cave, Clair was laughing, delighted. I set her down, she wasn’t shivering. Could be a good sign, could be a bad sign. "Lets get this wet thing off." I said as I reached for the hem of her dress. She stood, smiled, and let me, still thinking I was being romantic. With the dress off, I assessed her, she was pink, not blue, not shivering was a good sign.
I wrung out the dress and set it on a rock to dry, then took off my tee-shirt. Claire looked on, raptly. "Ooh, a floor show." I smiled back at her as I wrung out the shirt and set it to dry. She advanced on me and sank to her knees, taking down my shorts she said, "My gallant hero deserves his reward." She shivered as she said it, I wasn’t sure if that was cold or passion.
Assuming the worst, cold, I let her take off my shorts, then declared, "I’ve a better idea. Time for a riding lesson."
I grabbed her under her arms and lifted her effortlessly into the air. "Oooh." She cooed. I squatted, then rolled onto my back, Claire still held aloft. Finally, I set her down on my crotch and she did the rest. She grabbed my stiff dick, and fed it to her hungry pussy. Then, she set off ‘riding’ while I watched her bounce up and down on me. Satisfied that the exercise would keep her warm, I surrendered myself to the feelings.
I must have had a really goofy grin by the time we both came. She snuggled in my chest hair, and said, "You’re so romantic; I love you."
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