I start to kiss her neck where it meets with her shoulder. I open my mouth and I lightly bite down. She takes in a deep breathe loving every second of...it. Her hands latch on to my back. I move down lower and I start to suck on her left nipple. I can feel it with my lips and tongue. Her nipple is so soft. I start to rub my fingers up her side from her waist up below her armpits. She starts to get goose bumps and I can see her other nipple start to swell and harden. I slightly nibble on her left. Dean Martin sang "Volare", then"Twilight Time" by the Platters came on. Not that those names meantanything to him (and wouldn't, not for another 15 years). He liked themusic, but not the cigarette smoke. He laid down on the floor in theback seat to get away from the smell, his little legs comfortablyarched over the transmission hump.The drive-in was packed, as usual on a Friday night, and both screenshad hundreds of cars arrayed in neat rows before them. He and hisbrother ran to the playground. I was about to continue when Amber turned and started leading the older children in some crazy camp song. I was trying to follow the words when a woman brushed past me and tapped Sophie on the shoulder.Sophie jumped up and stepped away from the bed. She stood so the lady was facing me and not the still singing children as the woman hissed. "What's this about you and that ... That thing having a say!"Sophie appeared to gasp. She had her back to me and I could not hear her over the singing. I. Every time he did this a few droplets of water shot off the rod and fishing line and gently splashed me. Mixed with the cool breeze in the air, it wasn’t cold, but I had goose bumps all over me.My first instinct... ah, NO! And then a split second later I thought... why the hell not? I remembered how years earlier one of the best days I had at the beach was Little Makena on Maui. Just over the rocks was a nudist beach. Neither one of us had done that before, and we both enjoyed the experience..