A Wave Of Memories

Part 1

I was barely awake; enjoying the warm sunshine that was beaming through the shear white linen curtains. The room was so quite that I could hear him breathing on the other side of the king size bed. We hadn't as much as touched during the night. He was content on his side and me on mine. My thoughts wandered to Matthew. My heart stopped beating for a second when I saw him last night. What had it been? Twenty years? His shoulders were broader than I remembered and his hair thinner and gray. His eyes were still the same blue that could pierce you. I was tempted to speak to him, but stopped in my tracks when the beautiful blonde took her place at his side. They sat at a table across the patio from us. I could feel him staring at me. I caught a few glances here and there as I acted like I was looking around at the crowd. He was tense and never touched his food. His eyes never left my direction. The blonde, on the other hand, was singing along with the local artist playing a variety of beach music. She drank a few fruity drinks and nibbled on chips. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Much different than I was, even when we knew each other two decades ago.
I sat up and dangled my feet from the side of the bed. I had booked this trip for our anniversary. I had imagined how happy we would be for an entire week at this glorious beach house on a private end of the island. I thought we would walk hand in hand along the shore at night and make love in the sand. Our marriage had grown cold and I was bored. I needed something more. When I saw Matthew, I remembered a time of my life when I had more. There was never a dull moment that summer we spent together on this island. And, when the summer was over I mourned him. I never forgot our first time, my first time. I remembered every detail. We were swimming at night under a full moon. The beach was still full of people, but no one was in the water but us. Matthew pulled me in for a kiss and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel him getting hard and that encouraged me to kiss him more intensely. Neither of us had any intention of taking it any farther, but it just happened in the passion of the moment. He slid my bikini bottoms aside and slid into me.
Remembering how he felt inside me that night and every night for the rest of that summer made my body begin to tingle. I could feel my nipples hardening under my t shirt. I looked over at my husband and wondered if I could use my imagination to re-create that summer night. I cuddled up next to him and began kissing his bare back. He began to stir awake and the whole time I imagined it was Matthew. He shifted his body to turn to me and kissed me. He slid his hand under my shirt and squeezed my breasts. I didn't dare open my eyes for fear that my fantasy would be over. Our love making was routine now so I knew what would come next. He would penetrate me with his fingers to make sure I was wet enough for him, then he would get on top of me and grind until he was done. I knew I would have to create a change. When he was about to remove his fingers I shoved his hand back toward me and whispered not yet. He was done with kissing but I was persistent and kept it going until I moved down and sucked him. He was ready, but I insisted that I wanted to go into the water. He followed. Once we were deep in the water, I helped guide him in me. The way he thrust deep inside me until he was finished was just like the way Matthew had done it. I felt satisfied with my fantasy and enjoyed my husband holding me there still inside me. I glanced toward the shore and noticed a figure on the shore. I was stunned because this was a private beach, but I knew occasionally locals who knew about it trespassed. I was embarrassed that this person had watched my husband and I make love in the water and wondered how we would get back into the beach house without them seeing us naked.
Thomas began to carry me out of he water with my legs still wrapped around him. This side of him had been dormant for so long and I was glad to witness it. Even if it had been ignited from my fantasy. As we got closer to the shore, I recognized the figure on the beach. It was Matthew. He hid behind a tree as not to be caught by Thomas. I was sure he had known exactly what was going through my mind out in the water. Why was he here?