It reminded her of lovemaking, of sweating bodies and hot sun, of what it was like to lie on the beach right after being completely satisfied by a good thick cock. It reminded her of one of her old boyfriends. She and Don, her new husband, had made love every night since they'd arrived at the resort, and a couple of times in the afternoon during siesta, but even though Carolyn couldn't complain that she was frustrated, she didn't feel that sensation that she loved, the feeling of being completely fulfilled by sex, so exhausted that she felt limp and breathless, totally mindless and happy.

Carolyn certainly couldn't say that she was mindless. She was thinking quite a lot as a matter of fact; a certain sign of her restlessness. The surroundings were so lush and exotic and the heat beat down so steadily, even at night. It was all very dramatic, as if something ought to happen that was out of the ordinary. So far nothing had. Still there was a feeling of strange anticipation in the air, and it created a strange stirring in the twenty-one year old girl's veins.

"More?" Don asked tenderly.

"No… thanks, that's enough," she answered, ready now to take a short nap. Then she would go in the water again, just once more before going back to the cabana. That night she and Don would go to the club again. A new trio was playing and Don wanted to see them. But Carolyn had planned to get him to take her in to a discotheque in the town too, one where the dancing and the music might be a bit wilder. She hoped to see some exciting seedy types, too, not just the rather boring tourists who were all rich enough to afford to stay at El Molino and were consequently dull as paint. All, except the sandy-haired fellow in the neighboring cabana, that is. He was decidedly interesting.

Carolyn lifted her head up for a brief second and looked in the direction where the stranger had been sitting. Gone. The beach was practically deserted. Even though she knew it was silly, the young bride felt a stab of disappointment.