My eyes were closed.
I sat on the beach and felt the sun on my body.
I felt her kisses on my neck.
I laid there and let her do the work.
Her kisses went down my chest.
I tried to speak, but, she put a hand on my mouth.
She sucked on one nipple...then the other.
She pinched them.
I heard the waves crashing on the shore. I tasted the salt in the air.
I opened my eyes.
I saw her silhouette. I couldn't make out her face because the sun was shining so brightly behind her.
She took her hand and closed my eyes.
I felt her tongue go slowly down my stomach and my leg.
She stopped at my knee.
A finger traced along the jagged scar.
She kissed it.
Her hands moved up my thighs.
One of them grabbed me.
Then a kiss.
Another.
A lick.
A breeze dried the sweat on my body.
My nipples were pinched again.
I moaned.
Her mouth, soft and warm, then harder and rougher.
The radio played softly beside us.
The music mixing with the waves, the seagull's cries and then my own.
Tears ran down my cheeks as she straddled me.
It was my turn to suck her nipples. Fondle her breasts and bite her neck.
The phone started ringing.
I felt her tighten around me.
Ring!
She bent down and bit my ear.
Ring!
I opened my eyes.
The woman without a face started to speak and then the machine in the other room clicked on.
"Hi, this is Fran. I can't come to the phone right now..."
As I came, I saw Fran's face.
Shit! 
