"You were pretty corny, but man, what a stack of curves," he said. "I thought about you for two nights after… even wondered whatever happened to you, and bloody fuck, here I run smack into you!"

At that moment, his use of the four letter word, though not uncommon in her particularly limited circle, sent a tremulous thrill tingling through her sensual, mini-clad body. For a moment, she wasn't sure whether to smile or show some up-tightness at his casual, obscene words, but then he had followed through taking her completely unaware.

"Not only do I meet you right out, but I find that the body you swiveled in that flick was babyfat compared to what I see now… say nothing of the face! Hey, lady, you're beautiful, you know it…?"

He laughed, a warm and thrilling sound. "The lady and the tiger!" he said. "So… tame me, lady! Tame me, if you can!"

She grabbed at his torn T-shirt, beginning to undress him right there in her plush living room, knowing that Manuel and Conchita were in their quarters and wouldn't come unless called. He laughed and so did she. "You're filthy!" she said, and then he roared, throwing back his head. "Who wants a filthy lover?" she giddily put to him, pulling at the wide-belt of his jeans. "Who did you sleep with last night?"

"A bunch of nasty-bastard ants! That's the truth! They just about chewed my ass off," he said as she made him step out of his ragged jeans and stand there with only his almost white, jockey shorts covering his total nakedness, the swell of his genitals huskily outlined before her hungering eyes, causing wild sensations of excitement to flutter intoxicatingly through her.

The opened windows and the ocean breeze continued to taunt her incited, flaring nostrils with strong essences of his young, real masculinity as he slipped his strong arms around her hour-glass waist, the mass of hair smothering his young, under-arms stimulating her the more at their virile sight!