I spied his sun-streaked hair rising above the dunes, then his ripped body, surfboard tucked underneath his arm. 

I plumped my tits. Smiled. 

Then… nothing.

Not a single glance from him. 

The alluring waves ahead held his eyes captive. 

I upped my game, stripping my bikini, fiercely entering the competing ocean. 

My own white caps, not yet kissed by the sun, drew him to me. And then inside me.

Jealous waves threatened to pull us apart, but his hands just gripped me tighter. 

Our roaring climax muted the churning ocean...

...and his abandoned board sulked away with the current.