I have purposely attempted to leave out cliches and vulgarity (at least maybe what I would consider vulgar). I wanted to see if a story could be just as hot without them. Since I cannot be considered objective, I leave that to you. This is an entirely fictional story (more's the pity!) and has no relation to any real person, place or event. I hope to continue the story for a long time. By all means, email me with comments at LaelSt@aol.com
Thanks,
Lael Stalnaker
The crying of the seagulls woke me the next morning. My eyes fluttered open. I can just make out wheeling birds through the huge windows and netting. Jules is still pressed up against me. How amazing! Neither of us has moved much since we drifted into sleep last night. If fact, I can still feel him inside me. Wow! His cheek against my shoulder blade is warm while his breath cools the skin it passes over. I turn my head toward him and can just make out the top of his head. I blow gently on the tip of his ear. I can feel him stir down the length of my body. I can also feel him stirring in other ways as well. What a way for him to wake up. I chuckle softly.
"Morning, angel-love," I whisper.
"Is it?" he mumbles sleepily.
"As far as I can tell from here. It might even be afternoon now. I seem to be stuck in place for a while," I whisper suggestively.
"Mmmmm, OK baby, I can work on that, I think!" he murmurs with his voice all husky.
I can definitely feel him flexing in me now. God he goes up fast. So do I for that matter. I seem to have gotten quite stiff myself. He is kissing the back of my neck now, punctuated with long licks of his warm wet tongue. His arms encircle my chest and are lightly stroking my skin. I run my hand up and down his muscular thigh. We both are breathing heavily now.
He withdraws from me nearly all the way. One of his arms leaves my chest and I can feel him moving it behind me. From the sound, I can tell that he is applying more lube to himself before starting his new onslaught. His hand comes back to my front and grips my erection. He begins so slowly that I can barely feel the change of state. When I feel his pubic hair crackling against my sensitive skin, I realize that this has an entirely different feel from last night. He is rotating his hips instead of the usual in and out motion. The sensation is overwhelming. I moan softly and grip his thigh hard, pulling at him to begin to really move. His lips lock on the juncture between neck and shoulder. He sucks on the skin there with small nips of his teeth. I push back against him as he pushes up into me. I draw away from him at the same exact moment that he does. We are in perfect unison with our individual motions becoming one again. My body shudders with anticipation from the waves of lightning traveling all through me.
Finally, we both reach our peak and loose all control. I can feel the withheld pressure inside of my scrotum explode forth and continue for seconds as he pumps my erection furiously. While this is happening, he has found the clamping down of my inner muscles to be beyond his ability to withstand. His warmth floods throughout me and even washes back out of my stretched opening. When the waves of final ecstasy finally fade, we have both collapsed against each other once more. This time he actually does withdraw from me.
"God, that was incredible, my angel," I murmur.
"I think so too," comes his soft reply.
"Well, let's get cleaned up. I'm all sticky. And I am starving!" I say as my stomach growls.
We reluctantly part. Taking another shower together is just as fun as it has been last night. I find that the pounding of the water along my body helps relax some unexpected soreness throughout my muscles. He stretches leisurely while I soap him up. While he is rinsing, I steal a quick kiss. Since he has finished first, I nudge him out of the shower and ask him to make us something to eat. With a sigh, he agrees. I laugh and slide the door closed before his wandering hands can get a hold of me again. I lean against the glass wall of the shower and let the water melt away the aches. Now that I am in here for a while, I realize again just how neat this bathroom is.
The bathroom was the size of a small bedroom. Tiled from floor to ceiling and also both of those too. The tiles were a teal-green and deep royal blue set in traditional Greek key patterns in bands across the walls. The sink and Jacuzzi tub were a matching blue to the tile. The shower stood separate from the tub in a corner. It was 3 sides of glass with one of the 3 having the floor to ceiling sliding door. A large window was set in the tiled wall of the shower at about a little less than waist height. This window overlooked the beach and surf. A huge skylight covered much of the ceiling. Ferns hung from hooks all across the remaining ceiling and several potted palms and elephant ears were scattered about. Huge towels lay on a freestanding rack between the shower and tub. Even the toilet itself matched that deep blue. I had fallen in love with this bathroom from the moment my eyes first beheld its obvious splendor.
The water has finally relaxed me enough that I can consider getting out of the shower now. Shutting off the water I reach out of the misty shower stall towards the rack. Miraculously, a towel is dropped into my hand before my elbow even crosses the threshold. Jules had come back in looking for me. He laughs into my eyes as I towel off and he tells me it's been more than an hour. I shake my head in disbelief. It felt so good that I hated for it to end. Oh well, there's always later.
When I start to head for the master bedroom, an arm snakes around my waist and hauls me off bodily to the deck. I start to protest that I want to get dressed. I get shushed for my efforts. We reach the deck where Jules has put lunch. The sun has already swung overhead and is just past its zenith. It was a lot later than I thought. The blue of the ocean glittered. The sky was that paler powder blue with only faint cirrus clouds off near the horizon. I can just make out a stretch of the coral reef off to the left. Absolutely beautiful.
"No clothes today. There's no one around; we don't expect anyone to be around and, therefore, no point in worrying. Besides, I want to be able to see every inch of you all day. No argument will be accepted, so deal with it now!" he commands with a twinkle in his eyes. It doesn't hurt that he himself doesn't have a thing on.
"I see! And when I burn yours and my favorite parts to a nasty lobster red?" I ask sarcastically. I glance down at my very obvious tan-line.
Instead of answering, he holds up a bottle of really high SPF sunscreen lotion. He also has that wonderful lopsided smile plastered across his face in a leer. I notice then the faint scent of the lotion coming off of him. Apparently he cheated and put his on himself. Also, apparently, he intended to do the same for me whether or not I wanted it done. He begins to advance toward me.
"After we eat?" I beg. As if to back me up, my tummy gives out a monstrous growl. If I weren't so darn hungry, I actually might have been embarrassed. As it stands now, I couldn't care less.
With a laugh he relents and agrees that we eat first. He has gone for cold type stuff. Chilled fruit, cold cuts, cheeses of several kinds, crackers and nuts. He has also put my Coke out with a glass filled to the top with ice, just the way I like it. He's going for orange juice with ice for himself. I pick up a green grape out of the bowl of mixed fruit and raise an eyebrow at him. I then pop it in my mouth and suck on it until it pops. He laughs. The tangy sour taste suits really well right now. It seems that we have gotten back into the high 90's in the shade again today. There is a very slight breeze going but it gives no real relief. At last, we finish up and take in the dishes. I kiss him quickly and bolt out the sliding door. If he wants to rub me down with lotion, let `em catch me!
I laugh uproariously at the shout from behind me. He has been caught completely flatfooted by my dash for escape. I hear him pause long enough to slide shut the door behind him as I vault over the rail of the deck to the sand below. It sqooshes up between my toes and is still somewhat cool here in the shade of the house. I haven 't played around like this since I was a teenager. The pounding of feet on redwood echoes as I take off down the beach. There is a slight crunching noise as he lands on the sand after his own breakneck leap off of the deck. I laugh mockingly as I continue the sprint along the shoreline. It feels really weird to run without anything on. I can't help but worry that I am going to bruise something that I'd rather not. After a bit, I quit thinking about it and just run for the sake of running. I don't think I have done that for a very long time. A shadow is slowly coming up from behind me. Damn that man can run. I am no slouch and he is steadily gaining on me.
I bide my time and keep running hard. The packed sand at the water's edge is a lot easier to keep a decent pace on. From his shadow, I can tell that he is about to reach out to snag me. I abruptly turn left, run right into the water, and throw myself into the waves. I hear a curse and then moments later a splash. The water feels so good after the relentless heat of the sun as I ran. Suddenly my ankle is caught in a powerful grip. My head goes under as I am hauled by main force back to the beach. I come up out of the water spluttering. He hauls me up by the arm and smacks my lips with his.
"Thought you could out run or swim me?" he asks with only a bit of fast breathing.
Instead of answering him, I put my arms around his neck and jump up on his waist. As I intended, he becomes over balanced and lands flat on his rear! I then pin his arms to his sides with my ankles and rest my knees on his shoulders. My own rear is firmly resting on his chest. I then use my still free hands to begin to tickle him. Unfortunately for him, I am one of those people that just don't have a ticklish spot on me. He struggles to get free but at the same time he is laughing hard enough that it's a pretty sorry effort. He goes rigid for a moment and then makes his own unique move. I feel his hips flex and suddenly his legs have come up behind me and his ankles just barely catch me on either side of my neck. He clamps them together and then throws his weight forward from his shoulders. He is now sitting upright and I am lying between his legs with mine around his waist. I am slightly stunned from the ground impacting my head without warning. Fortunately wet sand does have some give to it or I would be out cold.
His eyebrow goes up and the grin returns. He stares down at what is lying against his tight stomach. I lift my head up and look at the situation as it stands now. I mean, as it sits! I can feel certain stirrings coming from under my backside. I flip my legs up and over my head. Curling my neck down toward my chest I roll over completely and land on my hands and knees facing him. He has a stunned look at my maneuver. I guess he forgot my love of classical wrestling and that I try to keep myself as limber as possible. Poor baby. I decide to relent.
"OK, let's get it over with," I say with a sigh.
"Well, then we should go douse you with water to get the sand off of you. If I try to do it now, the sand will scrape that pretty hide of yours raw. Kinda defeats the purpose then, don't it?" he replies.
I sigh again and nod. He stands and then gives me a hand up. A kiss lands on my cheek before I am even aware that it is coming. I was too busy checking myself for bruises and such. Nope, all clear. He takes my hand and we walk slowly back up the beach. I like the feel of his strong fingers interlaced with mine. I watch him out of the corner of my eye. I giggle. Other things are swinging in unison with our locked fingers.
When we finally get back to the house, he leads me around the side of the deck. He tugs me over to the coiled garden hose that lies under the deck. A second later and I get a spray of water in my face. As I choke and splutter, he runs the water stream up and down me, front and back. I wipe the water from my eyes and face, glaring at him all the while. That grin seems to be permanent. He grabs my hand again and we go up the steps to the deck. Now a towel is thrown over my head and another one begins to rub me down briskly. I dry my hair and plot revenge for this indignity. While he is toweling off my ankles, I reach for the sunscreen bottle that is on the patio table. It gets snatched before my fingers get within an inch of it.
"You made me work for it, I'm gonna do it." He challenges.
"Fine, let's just get this over with. You know I hate the smell of that stuff. But no, you have to insist on no swimsuit!" I grouse at him.
The look of concern he gives me is actually very endearing. Both of his eyebrows have gone up into his hairline. It's almost comic. I relent and smile at him. I just can't stay irritated with the man of my dreams. Besides, I have never known him to be wrong about anything so far. Then he drops the other shoe and about floors me.
"Ummmm, you seem to have forgotten a small detail from yesterday afternoon. Do you recall a certain back flip in the water? Do you recall what I did with you suit? Do you realize that the suit in question was the only one you brought?" He has a totally guilty look on his face now and looks like if he were 2 he'd start bawlin'. Since he's closer to 26, he only has a faintly misty eyed expression of remorse.
"Oh crud, I forgot about that! OK, so you win. Frisk me baby and make sure you don't miss a spot." I declare. Hey, forgiveness is a virtue, right? So let's be virtuous then.
Strong hands swipe down me firmly. From hairline to the sole of my foot is covered with sunscreen. He then takes the time and effort to really rub it in thoroughly. Not one trace of the white stuff shows by the time he is finished with me. I am also as hard as a rock due to special attention given to that appendage. Guess he was making sure that I wouldn't burn there. Well, from the sun anyway. Mine isn't the only one standing at attention when he got done. I laugh with delight and haul him up on his feet again. A kiss definitely seems to be in order here. So I kiss him thoroughly. After all, hard work should be rewarded, pun intended. We ignore the effects that his manhandling has had on both of us. There is plenty of time for that later.
"Now that you have oven-proofed me, let go swim," I say as I take him by the hand again. He is agreeable to the suggestion. On our way down the steps, he grabs a pair of towels he had set there before lunch. He hauls us to a stop after a few steps on the sand.
"We forgot the hard-soled sandals for the reef and tide-pools out there. The coral can cut us up pretty bad. I also don't really want us stepping on a stonefish in bare feet. We're to far away from anyone to get help in a hurry." He explains seriously.
I just nod patiently. He gives me a quick kiss. It only takes him a second to find them under the deck. This man never forgets a detail, always looks out for the best way to do anything and always tries to look out for the people around him. God, I love this man of mine! The cynical would call him a do-gooder boy scout. The rest of us will just have to call him the most decent person you're ever likely or lucky enough to meet. And he's all mine!!!
At the water's edge, we stop to put on the lightweight sandals. We will hardly notice that we have them on while we swim but will be thankful for them once we get out to the reef in the distance. Into the water we go. Once out far enough, we dive forward and in. The water is a clear green-blue. The temperature is also perfect as far as I am concerned. Not too cold but not overly warm either. It actually would be a good spot to snorkel as we head for the coral. We'll do that another time, I hope. We are very evenly matched in our swimming skills. I prefer a breaststroke while he sticks mostly to one of the crawls. I love the water. I always have for some reason. In a few minutes we reach the coral reef and climb up on the slight ridge.
It's the most amazing sight to see all of the colors and movement around a reef. There's too much detail to describe accurately. I happen to look up and out at the right time. I grab Jules' arm to get his attention. I point to a place about 100 yards from the reef. There is a pod of bottlenose dolphins right in front of us. I can't remember if they are indigenous to these waters. Well they must be or just on their way to somewhere else. There are about 20 of them out there with maybe a fourth of them being babies. They are so adorable. I am so stoked at having seen them at all. Dolphins have always intrigued me. I can hear their clicks and whistles in the distance. Most of them are leaping and turning cartwheels out of the water. Damn! What I wouldn't give for a camera right now. Guess Jules doesn't think of quite everything, just darn near.
I have this tremendous urge to swim out a little way and see what would happen. Probably nothing. Most likely that they would sense me and just leave. Remote possibility; that they would come check me out so I could get a closer look at them. Hey, if ya don't give things a whack, ya never know what could have happened. I decide on the chance and tell Jules I am going out a few yards. He cautions me about going too far. I agree to stay within about 20 yards of the reef. After a minute of thinking, he decides to go with me. He is just as intrigued as I am at this point. This whole time the pod has gone about its business as if we weren't even there. I guess to their way of thinking we aren't. We're not even in the water yet, therefore, not their sphere of concern.
We slowly swim out to our predetermined limit. As we reach it we can see that the dolphins are watching us very carefully. The mothers seem to be herding the young ones further off from us. I sigh. Oh well, how many people can say they have been even this close to dolphins in the open water with being marine biologists? Jules watches them for a while. He shrugs his shoulders as if to say, "We tried." Then he lays back on the water and floats with his arms outstretched. I kick myself closer to him. I have one of those weird body types that just don't float. I am I can hold it for a few seconds and then voop! Down go my legs. I think it has something to do with density or something like that.
I carefully maneuver myself closer to Jules. Then I carefully slip my feet up onto his stomach. He hardly sinks at all. As long as he is supporting my legs, I can float. We both just lie there on the surface staring up at the sky. We can hear the sounds that the dolphins are making far more clearly with our ears covered by the water. It's so cool! I am loving every second of this. We drift peacefully along. Suddenly I am bumped from below. Our delicate balancing act is swiftly upset and down I go. I come up gagging on nasty salt water. Ick!!! As I let myself sink back down; I feel this rubbery slick thing brush against my backside. It nudges me upward again. My head pops out of the water with a small splash. Then it leaves my skin.
------------------------------------------------------ I am ending part 3 here. Part 4 will be with ya shortly. This one took a lot less time than I thought it would. Some days it flows, others it drags. Be sure to let me know what you think.
------------------------------------------------------ Just as a side note folks: It is not smart to approach any animal in the wild that you don't personally know. Since they're wild, it's doubtful that you will know them. It can be dangerous even under controlled circumstances, much more the one I wrote. Come on folks, this is a fantasy after all.