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Adults Only: Lust
(Darren G. Burton)

Passion Pit





It was mid-morning by the time Dalton rose from slumber. After a quick wake up shower he stood out on the balcony of his penthouse apartment, steaming coffee in hand, and gazed down at the expanse of beach directly below. His building was situated right on the oceanfront and the views were incredible. Right out on the horizon he could see the outline of a container ship steaming north to some unknown destination. The sun was shining, the weather was warm and the sky was cloud-free.

He sipped his coffee and leaned on the railing. The beach was busy and alive with both color and activity. Picking up a pair of binoculars from the outdoor table, Dalton trained the lenses down on the sand and spied heaps of gorgeous girls down there, looking extremely tasty in their swimwear. He would have to get down there himself for a swim and maybe chat some of them up.

Last night he'd had a late one and had brought home a girl from a club. She'd left sometime during the night while he was asleep. The sex had been awesome, a real goer, but he felt like he could do with some more. Although he hadn't had a lot of sleep, he didn't feel too bad due to the fact that he hadn't drunk much last night. No hangover.

He finished his coffee, then went into the huge master bedroom and got dressed in red board shorts and a white singlet top. With sunnies on and a towel slung around his neck, he rode the elevator down to the ground floor, traversed the grounds and followed a short pathway onto the beach.

Dalton was considered quite good looking and he was in shape, so he attracted a few admiring glances from the females as he strolled down towards the water. There was a consistent small wave out there and looked promising for a bit of body surfing. He ditched the towel and his shirt a few feet up from the high tide line and waded into the cool, but pleasant water.

A few other dudes were out there catching waves, and further along board riders were clustered around a left-hand break. A mother and her two little children splashed about in the shallows. No young women appeared to be swimming nearby. They were all too busy sunning themselves up on the beach.

He dove under a wave that broke just in front of him and came out the other side with a quick flick of his head. When another wave came through he ducked under that one as well and soon found himself in the exact spot where he needed to be to catch a swell before it had started to break. For a few minutes the sea was calm, with barely a wave rolling through. But then a series of swells arrived and Dalton managed to catch one and ride it almost all the way into shore. He just managed to avoid colliding with the kids that splashed around in the shallow water. Full of energy, he dashed back out, crashing his wave through a breaker and arrived just in time to latch onto another wave.

After half an hour of swimming he decided to get out, where he stood on the hard sand and dried himself. All the while he kept gazing about, checking out the talent.

He loved the beach; the lifestyle, sun and surf...And the babes. What was better than seeing cute girls dressed in practically nothing?

He couldn't think of anything.

Figuring he might roam the sands for a bit in search of someone to chat to, Dalton headed up onto the main part of the beach and cruised around. After a few minutes he spotted a face he recognized. He raised his sunglasses up onto his forehead and the girl stared back at him, a look of recognition on her face.

"Hi," Dalton said and squatted down beside the slim brunette. "Kylie, isn't it?"

She smiled and looked at him with her sparkling, clear blue eyes. "Good memory. It's been about a year."

He nodded. "That'd be about right. Last spring when you were on holiday here. Do you remember my name?"

"How could I forget? It's Dalton." She was still smiling. "I had a great time that night."

Dalton had picked up Kylie from a night club last time she was in town and had taken her back to his place for some incredible sex. He wondered if she would be up for it again.

"Do you still call your place the Passion Pit?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Sure do." He glanced back towards his building. "Listen. It's pretty hot out here. Why don't you come on up for a cold drink?"

Kylie shot him a look filled with suspicion. "Is a cold drink all you're offering?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "We'll just play it by ear."

Kylie didn't put up any resistance. She got to her feet, collected her gear and followed Dalton up into the building. The elevator opened directly into his penthouse and Dalton went straight into the kitchen. From the fridge he poured two tall glasses of orange juice, then told her he was going to grab a very quick shower to rinse the salt and sand off himself. He was back out in under three minutes, that towel wrapped around his waist again. Kylie had taken their drinks onto the balcony and was seated at the outdoor table, where she gazed down at the beach.

"Feel better?" she asked, her eyes lingering on his physique as he took a seat.

"Much." With a nod of his head, he said, "Go grab a shower yourself if you need to."

"Thanks, but I'm fine. I haven't been in the water."

After only a few minutes of light chat, Dalton diverted the conversation in the direction he wanted it to go.

"I've bought some toys since you were here last," he told her.

Kylie finished off her drink and put the glass down. Her eyes locked on his. "What sort of toys?"

He was blunt. "Sex toys."

She giggled. "And what? You want me to play with them while you watch?"