At six when Silk’s shift was over, she went to Michael’s office. After knocking, he told her to enter. Silk went in to find him filling out papers...at his desk. She was feeling playful so put her foot up on the edge of his desk, giving him a clear view up her skirt. When he didn’t respond, she put her foot down and got up and came around the desk. There she sat on the edge, finally he looked at her.Michael had noticed her in the chair with her foot up. He had seen her panties but was ignoring. The fantasy was just that: a fantasy. No one watched her. The beach was empty of people.She lay back down into the sand, closed her eyes. Her legs remained open to the sea. Her labial lips stayed open as well, nerves alight. She dozed. As late night gave way to early morning the sea continued to rise, and lay claim to her ass, her hips, her back, her shoulders. So warm. So comforting.She pictured herself floating on a boundless sea, stretching out in all directions, an ocean of distant stars. We won’t get into the psychology of all that. I’m not sure I understand it myself, but the prospect of coming back to Florida and kicking the cocksucker’s ass was part of it too.My 20 years in the Corps left me with an education, a decent retirement as a Master Sergeant, and nothing really pressing to do with the rest of my life. I’d saved up enough to get a decent little house in northern Palm Beach County, situated on three acres of former ranch land along SR 706. I had a 5-lane, 25-meter. I hold Yuzu's wet panties to my face, licking them as I rub my pussy faster. My nipples are getting so hard I pull up my shirt and pinch them with my free hand while leaving her panties close to my nose. I feel my orgasm getting closer the more I rub my pussy and pinch my nipples, I know its only a matter of time. I feel the juice running down my legs as my breathing gets more labored while I furiously finger myself thinking of Yuzu while smelling her panties. The pressure gets to be too much.