The silk dress she’d worn, remembering the fabric brushing her ankles and cold air nipping at her calf because of the knee-high slit. The dress had clung to her because of the water and it’d made her cold. When her lover wrapped his arm around her shoulder, she was suddenly warm, and a moment later, the dress no longer existed. They paused, her lover sliding behind her, cupping her breasts and somehow removing her bra at the same time. She had not a clue how he managed, but she supposed when she was making it up, what happened was something she’d like, but could never have. His arms moved from her breasts to her waist, gently lowering her to the sand. The sand felt not like the grains it was, but like a feather-soft pillow that she sunk into with such ease and comfort. Before she knew it, her lover, had no shirt and she had…nothing. One of his arms trailed through her hair, ticking at the nape of her neck softly, the other, wrapped tightly around her hips. Her arms wrapped tighter around his neck and she kissed him. The pent up passion that her lover deserved, for he was so gentle and caring with her. She went to brush her leg against his pants, to give him a hint and found him as naked as her. She wanted to laugh, this fantasy was so perfect, but before she could do so much as smile, his hands were running down her side and his mouth, his tongue in particular, was doing such devilish things to her breast, lavishing her into sweet surrender. She arched, giving him all he wanted. His kisses trailed down to her stomach, and she felt such ecstasy. He slid back up, kissing her softly on the neck, nibbling, and from that moment, she swore she was in sheer heaven.

She awoke with sand beneath her, but it was compacted, the road. Her head hurt so, she wanted to cry out. Suddenly a stranger grasped her elbow and helped her up. She put a hand to her head, the ache starting to feel better and studied the man who helped her. She knew him…yet…she did not. She did not say a word, but a nod of thanks. He smiled to her and she shrugged slightly, she noticed she carried a dress, of soft silk, she could imagine the slit up to her knee how soft wind would flow across her. She smiled to herself. She brushed her hands on her neck with a sigh and paused as her finger trailed over two small marks. For the life of her, she could not figure out where that could come from… but she reasoned it to be the stones when she fell, and walked along her way, the stranger, but a mist behind her, watching her the entire time.