"Hey, hey," he scolds her playfully as he grabs her hand to get going. "I won't take any protests, mocking, or judgment from you, missy. We rehearsed this on text, and I'm quiiiiite sure you liked it."
“Oh is that what that was?” Midge asks, squeezing his hand. “I thought that was a fantasy where we had a private beach all to ourselves and could fuck in daylight without worrying about trying to see where we were going on a dark beach?”
"It can be both!" he answers as he laughs. "And you live in a world with flashlights, so the dark beach complaint is invalid. Try to find your way out of a bush labyrinth after a good fuck in the middle of the night, then we'll talk."
"Ugh, yes," he replies while completely missing her joke. He's lost in his memories, so he hasn't noticed the double meaning. Sorry, Midge, it was a good one. "After some old crazy duke got one, everyone else copied him. I seriously doubt anyone ever actually used them as labyrinths. Great places to hide in, though."
The second comment, though, does make him chuckle. "A beacon to whom? Are there cops on the beach? If it's other guests, they'll want to avoid us in return!"
It’s a pity. A joke becomes less funny if you have to explain it to a person, so Midge just smirks to herself and lets it go.
“That’s true,” she concedes as they walk into the hotel. “I guess anyone who comes out there and sees what we’re doing shouldn’t be all that surprised to find it.”
Not that she wants to be walked up to by a random person while she’s having sex. Midge has a feeling that this will be a quick outing.
“I’m sure you’ve already looked,” Midge replies, giving him a kiss in the elevator.
Back in the room, Midge examines herself in the mirror. Her face looks a bit red from the sun, but nothing too bad. She puts on some cold cream and has a look at her hair.
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He pokes her ribs just to be annoying.
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Someone is talking from experience here.
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“Sure, a flashlight won’t be a beacon to anyone looking that somebody is out on the beach doing something.”
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The second comment, though, does make him chuckle. "A beacon to whom? Are there cops on the beach? If it's other guests, they'll want to avoid us in return!"
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“That’s true,” she concedes as they walk into the hotel. “I guess anyone who comes out there and sees what we’re doing shouldn’t be all that surprised to find it.”
Not that she wants to be walked up to by a random person while she’s having sex. Midge has a feeling that this will be a quick outing.
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He's kidding. Hopefully, the bellboy didn't hear that. Oh well, to the elevator they go.
"That said - worry not, darling. It's not like I plan to just walk down the beach and take the first spot we see. We'll find a nice, hidden corner."
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Back in the room, Midge examines herself in the mirror. Her face looks a bit red from the sun, but nothing too bad. She puts on some cold cream and has a look at her hair.
“The braids stayed mostly intact,” she says.