Surf and Turf?

You scan the menu to find a host of fresh seafood, as well as a well-described steak and lobster combo that makes your mouth water. Even the appetizers sound amazing. You glance over at Jess, whose nipples are only barely visible from your vantage point through the dress, though you're a bit surprised at the pride you feel that you couldn't see them at all before your abuse of her tit in the elevator. Jess looks up at you and glances around before pulling at her nipple gently, plucking it and sighing in surprise. She looks at you and rolls her eyes.

"I'm so pissed at you," she mutters. "All I wanted was a nice dinner, and now all I can think about is sucking your dick. So yes, you'll probably get another blowjob," she whispers. "Do you want to split an appetizer? And don't even think about getting oysters," she adds.

Your eyes catch some tropical fruit themed salads, each with mixed greens and a nice dressing, and you both decide some vegetables might not hurt if you're going to be so active later on. Jess immediately decides on a a seafood platter, with fresh shrimp, clams, and a lobster tail, and you decide to go with the surf and turf with the hope that the extra energy will serve your future bride well tonight. You each order a glass of wine and then enjoy your first meal as an engaged couple. Despite all of the sexual sparks flying you both have a wonderful conversation, punctuated with delightful silences. Your hands meet at the center of the table several times.

The food is amazing, and you actually think the ridiculous price tag for the resort might be a bargain if every meal is like this one. By the time the dessert cart rolls around, Jess holds up her hand. "We're.. all set, thanks," Jess tells the waiter. "My companion promised me a walk on the beach."

The waiter nods. "If that is the case, please use the back entrance to the beach outside the restaurant. It is a bit more exclusive for our guests, and we'll gladly take your shoes should you desire." You thank the waiter, and tip him generously when he drops the check. You and Jess make your way to the door leading a the beach, grinning at each other as you kick off your shoes. The box for shoes just has a form to sign, and you chuckle at "full-service" once more. The door opens, and you both gasp as you feel a cool, crisp breeze. The sun is not quite down, and Jess moves out quickly, her hand hitting the sand.

"I'm walking on the beach with my fiancé at sunset," she giggles as her left hand clasps your right. Her ring flashes in the fading sun, but she doesn't see it. You grin with her, and she gets to a point, then stops to watch the last curve of daylight melt into the slowly darkening sea. Jess leans up and kisses your cheek and then your neck before pulling away.

"This is only the first day, and it's already the best day of my life, John. I owe you so much. And I know your favorite way to collect these debts," she smiles.

You stop her and lean in for a slow, quiet kiss. Your tongues do meet, but you manage to pull away before things get too heated. Jess is smiling, licking her lips, and you fight the urge to reach down and gently pull aside her dress. She sees your eyes, and steps back to allow you room, but you slowly twine your fingers between yours and begin walking down the beach.

"John?" she asks. You just keep walking, and after about thirty feet, you glance at her.

"I promised my future bride a walk down the beach," you tell her simply. Jess smiles and leans in, putting her head on your shoulder as you walk. You let go of her hand and wrap your arm around her. You walk for a while until it gets dark enough that you can see plenty of stars over the ocean. You kiss your fiancée again, and Jess melts into you.

"This is perfect," Jess says, and even in the starlight you can see her eyes are wet (there are a lot of stars). "I don't know how to thank you." You lean in to kiss her, and are surprised to find a finger on your mouth. "But I have a good idea." Jess pulls her dress up and slowly sinks to her knees. "Damn. This sand is so soft." She looks up before you can say anything.

"Baby, can you pull out your cock for me?" You feel your cock lurch a bit.