Her head is dizzy with the night air, with the dance and the music, with the lust growing strong within her. As her tension increases, she leaps about like a gazelle, trying to find an outlet for her passion. The wild beast grows stronger within her, eating at her heart, coursing through her blood. Afraid of her own scorching fire, she suddenly stops and wraps her arms tightly about her body, reining herself in.
Slowly, painfully, she sinks to her knees. She is panting heavily now, her tongue licking her lips as she bends like a reed from side to side, moaning, groaning, enveloped in the tsunami of her aching lust.
The breeze cools slightly, kissing her burning skin and raising goosebumps. Suddenly, she shivers. Her fingers, again leaving tiny scratches, slide down her body and fall into the folds between her thighs.
Her head tilts forward. Her eyes are level now, seeing past the Masters into some erotic fantasy.
She quakes, her breasts bouncing softly from side to side. With her hands, she pulls her knees wider apart, sliding lower into the sand, until her round buttocks settle on her heels, pressing hard into them, feeling them dig through the muscles.