A broad, solid rock ridge separated a nearly sterile salt marsh from the shore. I tasted the water both in the bay and in the marsh. I found both to b... brackish--salty, the dead marsh even more so. I hunted clams among the shoreline rocks for my dinner, then retreated up the ridge before setting my campsite for the night. I didn't want to be anywhere near the percolating sand and floating vegetation or near that marsh in that evening or the next morning--sand fleas. I'd be back after harvest. ..I had to feel those soft lips on mine. As I did, she leaned toward me..yes, yes my mind screamed. She was coming in for the kiss. OMG!!!! I started to ready my lips for contact, when she leaned all the way forward, our lips were inches apart, and she stood up, grabbing my empty plate and headed toward the kitchen with it. She turned back toward me, smiling coyly and asked if everything was okay. No, no...I wasn't okay. My body was screaming, my cock felt like it was going to explode. She. What time? "Say, 7:30...that will give you an hour to get ready," she said. "Okay, how should I dress?", I asked. "Oh, it doesn't matter...dress for comfort," she replied. As i stepped out of the house, I noticed the weather had changed dramatically from sultry warm to chilling fog damp, and a freshing breeze was blowing off the water. I knocked on Gloria's front door, and was surprised at how she looked. She was wearing a black light knit type dress with a zipper up the front which really. I feel my pussy get wetter, and my nipples rise to their peaks, when the door opens. My jaw drops, and my eyes bug out.“Sam this is Tim. Tim this is Samantha. Remember I told you about her?”I mumble a greeting while drooling. He stands about six-foot-eight or so. Shoulders wide and square, biceps larger than my thigh, and visible through his spandex suit is a cock that must be at least ten inches, and as thick as my wrist.Sooo… horny.He comes over to me, lifts me to my feet without visible.