Jonathan also noticed the elderly couple staring at them through
binoculars and wondered briefly what all the hub-bub was about. Weren't
they just another couple playing around on the beach ? He made a mental
note to check their residency.
Jennifer had become an instant best friend, a fantasy lover, and was the
most interesting woman he had ever been around. Her interests seemed
to multiply the more they were together, and the genuine-ness of her
expressions and explanations captured his heart. Why she had spent so
much time alone bewildered him, probably because he enjoyed her
companionship so much himself right now that he couldn't see her ever
having to be alone.
Together they headed back to her cottage, to make some fresh coffee.
As it brewed, they walked out onto the deck, over to the rail closest to the
snoopy neighbors, and kissed slowly. It was at that very moment that he
got the idea. The old couple were also out on their balconey, sitting there
facing the ocean, their backs to their neighbors. Jonathan whispered his
plan in Jenny's ear, and immediately her eyes lit up. She kissed him, and
began to moan softly. He moaned a little louder and a little longer. She
started to growl like a cat, kissing him all the while. He began to utter
"Baby, oh baby" over and over again. She increased the intensity of her
moans, almost screaming. Still kissing her madly, he loudly called out her
name, over and over again. She began to speak in tongues !
The old couple got up and went inside, slamming the door.
Jonathan looked up to find Jennifer holding her hand over her mouth,
trying to stifle the laughter that was rushing to expulsion. Tears ran down
both of their cheeks. Jonathan thought he was going to die laughing very
soon. Jenny pulled him away from the rail quickly and ushered him back
into the house, where they both collasped onto the living room rug and
laughed some more. Every time one of them thought the laughing was just
about over, the other would start moaning again or say "mmmmmmm"
and they'd be breaking up again, crying with laughter.
Later, after a "real", long, slow kiss, they watched the morning fog come
in, and enjoyed a wonderful, steaming cup of coffee as it found them.