Chapter 18
LONGING FOR A MAN....
Honey Milch had put in a long night. She had looked everywhere for Comrade Nicolas Mravinsky. Once again the moon was high, just as it had been on the night when Nickie had walked out of the sea wearing, under his diving gear, a tuxedo and a slightly wilted pink carnation. Now Honey was strolling once more along Miami Beach. A man came out of the night and paused beside her.
"Honey, darling," Bruce said. And he kissed her, easing his hand into the cup of her bikini bra. Honey decided she deserved a break from spying. She led Bruce behind a little hill of sand and allowed him to strip off her suit.
Soon his lips were busy with her nipples. His hands stroked her thighs. Honey's busy little toes went digging frantically into the beach as he sank onto her, as the beautiful sensation of love spread from their joining point to every cell of her body. Honey's hips churned a deep depression into the sand.
Before long, she lurched upward and emitted a long "ahhh," of satisfaction. But later, after he was gone, she lay looking out to sea. She was longing for a man, a man more special than any man she had ever met before. A man who had kissed her, bitten her, made her scream with ecstasy.
Honey shaded her eyes. She had watched this shore many nights. She had seen many waves break and roll back to wherever they had come from. But one of these waves had brought her Nickie.
Maybe someday again there would be another. It was something to dream about.