/>There was no need for deep conversation. We didn’t even need to discuss the irony of how wonderful it was to dance on the pier. It wasn’t even necessary to talk through that kiss, how thrilling and passionate it was or the fact that had a sound from the bay not stopped it, it may have very well gone further.

Could it be that that moment of sexually charged energy between us would last for more than whatever time it took for physical release? I knew this man in every way possible but physically. Was it possible that knowing this man in every sense of the word was exactly what he wanted, he needed, what we very possibly both wanted and needed?

I knew how attractive Kent was, and realized that I’m not half bad myself. I couldn’t help but notice the looks we both got from women and quite often from men. Kent has this almost perfect physique. His musculature was toned and tight. Now in his mid thirties he still had that deceptive look of baby like softness, but I knew for a fact that no matter how hard you might look there was not an ounce of fat on that man’s body.

I approached the last stretch of the woods, the main road almost within sight, I laughed when I recalled the Saturday afternoon in the spring as were running together on the Promenade. We were both shirtless and had shown up wearing almost identical running shorts. Kent even made the comment that people might mistake us for lovers.

We ran together anyway, and the seemed to cause a stir among the other people on the mile long pier. I noticed another man leaned up against the railings in dark glasses that had passed us by several times. When the run was through and we made there way to my truck, as fate would have it, the guy was parked beside us. Dressed in shorts and a camouflage tee, his haircut lending to the assumption that he was military from the Proving Ground just down the road, he came up and smiled.

“I usually don’t do this, but I figure the worst that could happen is that I get the crap beat out of me, but getting naked in the middle of a sandwich of you two would be an absolute fantasy come true.” He said, removing his glasses and staring lustily at both of us.

We both froze and remained silent. The guy smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Thanks anyway.” He said. “I just couldn’t let the opportunity pass by without giving it a shot.” He got in his car and drove off. We hopped in the truck and remained silent until we got on the Susquehanna Bridge and simultaneously busted out laughing.

But the thought had never really left my mind. I pulled the Camaro over to the side of the lane before I got all the way out of the trees and let memory wash. I had to admit that I entertained that thought ever since the stranger had brought it up. Not that long ago, when the night left me so horny I couldn’t stand it, when masturbation and using the sex toys someone had bought Della and I as an anniversary joke that had become an enjoyed regular addition to our togetherness, didn’t fulfill me anymore.

I actually drove back out to the promenade alone one afternoon half hoping that stranger would be there and