0 comments/ 39428 views/ 2 favorites A Good Start By: dreamsweet My dress was terribly uncomfortable under the summer sun. I shifted in my seat, and fanned myself furiously. Curls stuck to and beads of sweat trickled down the back of my neck. My neighbor, Alice, leaned over to me to chide me. "You should have worn that shorter dress with the straps," she said. I turned my nose up, sniffed and said, "Yes, I know." "Well, if nothing else, perhaps you can get your new slave to cool you down later." "Who said I was going to get one this year?" "Oh, we all know it's been years since you had one. Besides, this year's bunch seems to be an awfully good batch of volunteers." Even as she told me this, the announcer came onto the stage before us. No one needed to know that I desperately did hope to find someone suitable to take home with me. I wouldn't just make do with some vagabond who signed up for free meals, though. I had become finicky through the years. It was true that I hadn't brought home a slave in five years. I had become bored with the selection, year after year. None of them ever suited me. I watched as naked men and women were led to the stage. I sighed so that Alice could hear me. I saw her shake her head. I was disappointed with most of them, again. Here, a blonde woman who just turned eighteen came onto stage. I yawned. There, a man who was out-of-shape and had a gray tinge to his skin followed. I watched as people surrounded the volunteers. They would touch their skin, pinch their nipples, and fondle their genitals. A few volunteers would blush and look down. The woman who held the leash would swat the butt of one or two who flinched at the touches of those who wanted to inspect them up close. There were six volunteers at the side of the stage who had not been paraded yet. My eyes landed on one that stunned me. He stood still, with eyes down. He was lean and his muscles were toned, but didn't bulge. His dark hair picked up a reddish tint in the sunlight. I could see the most beautiful eyes peeking around at the naked flesh that surrounded him. His penis was hard, as if against his will. He was honestly enjoying his exposure and loss of control. A tingle and warmth covered my body, and concentrated in my sex. I pulsed with excitement. I stood up as I watched the woman take his leash and lead him toward the platform. I was not surprised at the crowd that immediately surrounded him. One older man with a boil on his cheek was lifting his balls, and I watched as the volunteer's penis twitched. He looked uncomfortable and yet remained still. He was turned on by all the hands that covered him from head to foot. A woman who had carefully caressed his buttocks shook her head and walked to another man to inspect. I was torn between an impulse to tear the people away from him to claim him as my own and a desire to watch his obvious discomfort as more hands reached out and touched him. One by one, people lost interest in him. I could tell they thought he would be reluctant as a slave. I could see that, too, in his perfect eyes, but my desire overwhelmed my sensibility. I could worry about what I had gotten myself into later. I didn't touch and prod at him as the others did. I merely circled him. I slowly caressed his body with my eyes. He was a few inches taller than me. He had a bronze tint to his skin that didn't seem deliberate, but healthy. When I came back to the front I looked at him. He lifted his impertinent eyes at me. I smiled. The woman who held his leash gave him a quick, but harsh smack with the riding crop. His eyes slowly lowered back to the floor. It was enough. I walked away from him, and went to the auctioneer. I wrote out a bid for him. It was more than I thought the auctioneer probably deserved, but what I thought he was worth. He smiled at me when he saw the number. He handed me the contract. I signed my name next to my slave's signature. His name was Elata. I was handed a card to give to the mistress who held his leash. I walked to the mistress but did not look at Elata. I felt his eyes follow me, and a wave of heat passed through me. I knew that feeling well. He was happy that I had purchased his services for the year. If I could have heard his thoughts, I knew they would tell me that he was as excited to go home with me as I was to take him home. I took his leash, and led him away from the square. His thin sandals scratched at the gravel. He walked very close behind me. I could feel him staring at me. He was not used to being submissive. Every little rebellious action stabbed at me. Now, I wondered why I had been so rash. Why had I brought this slave home? I felt more like the slave of my own desires than my "slave" would ever really be. This feeling irritated me. I led him up the marble steps of my brick home. I turned to him, and he looked at me, immediately. I was completely astonished by his boldness. "Did I tell you that you were free to do what you want?" I demanded. He put his eyes back to the floor. Blood pooled in his cheeks. He was properly embarrassed. I put my head up. I could not help but smile. He wanted to please me. That made up for all his little indiscretions. Maybe I was weak for forgiving him so quickly. It just couldn't be helped. "Now you may look up and talk to me, Elata." He raised his eyes, and I saw a sly look come into them. I was the one blushing, now. He smiled. There was weakness in my knees, immediately. Heat spread from between my legs into the rest of my body. I studied him. He basked in the attention my eyes gave him. "What do you want me to do, mistress?" "I want you to come with me to my changing room. This is a horrible dress and must come off immediately." One side of his mouth curved into a smile, as if against his will. I motioned for him to follow me. He walked close behind me, again. We walked into my changing room. "From now on, call me Taletha, not mistress. As much as I like the title, I want you to know who your mistress is." He whispered my name. The sound was musical to me, all filled with desire of his own. I turned away from him, lifted my curls and pointed at my zipper. "Yes, Taletha." He used one hand to unzip the dress, and another to open the cloth as he moved down my back. The caress of his hand sent a pulse into my sex. He moved his hand under the cloth, and pushed it off of my shoulders. He reluctantly took his hands from under the dress and pulled it to the floor. I stepped out of the cloth on the floor. I pointed to the rack. He picked the cloth up, but continued to look over my body. He removed his eyes to carefully hang up the dress. As soon as he could, he returned to gazing at me. There was a pink flush over his body. His eyes told me he was controlling a wide range of impulses to touch me, overpower me, and indulge in this palpable desire between us. I smiled cruelly. I removed my undergarments. I was left as exposed as him. He looked down at the triangle of hair between my legs. I cautioned him. "Not yet, my impertinent one." I walked before him into the bedroom off of the changing room. I readied the posts with shackles. He stood at my back as I finished. I could feel his breath on my body. Goosebumps were raised all over me. "Lie down," I commanded. He took himself away from my back and slowly moved to the bed. He laid and I straddled him, to put his wrists into the restraints. I locked the clasps with two quick snaps. "Now, I'm going to study my purchase." I ran my hands down his body very slowly. The skin was every bit as soft and firm beneath my touch as I knew it would be. The soft down of his hair felt like heaven beneath my fingers. I moved my fingers down his legs, and then removed the sandals. I kneaded his feet, and felt him twitch a little as I tickled them gently. "Turn over." "Yes, Taletha." He complied, and crossed his arms that remained in the restraints. He scooted his body until his erection was positioned as comfortably as possible. I touched the soft flesh of his back. I moved to his buttocks, slowly. I gently opened his cheeks. He turned his head to the side and watched as I put a finger into my mouth. I placed it between the flesh, and felt his anus pucker. I watched him wince. I smiled. He moaned at me. I stroked the hole delicately a few times. His groans were nearly growls. I positioned my hands on his cheeks and squeezed. He tensed beneath my grasp. The firm muscles felt exquisite. I spontaneously bent my head and gently licked the flesh. I ran my tongue down his legs. I moved back over his back, and put my mouth to his neck. After a few gentle licks, I bit into his neck, hard. This was my mark. I felt him cringe beneath me. He cried out after a few moments of trying to control himself. I looked at the mark and smiled at the red welts of teeth marks. I moved to the side and told him to turn back over. He complied. There was a fixed look on his face of submission. The cocky look that was there earlier faded away. I smiled wider, and put an evil tilt into my eyes. He whimpered for release and began to writhe beneath me. I bent down to his penis. I licked at the soft skin of his scrotum. The salty taste hit my mouth sharply. I let my saliva run over the skin of his penis. I licked the head and then ran my tongue up and down its length a few strokes. It strained up to meet my mouth at each stroke. He was trying to guide me to put it in my mouth. I backed away and slowly, teasingly, shook my head no. I heard a soft whine in his sigh. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. I stroked just under his balls with my fingers. Then I reached over to the side of my bed, and pulled out a short length of firm leather. "Turn over, again." He gasped at the leather. He was reluctant, at first. "I can always use this on your thighs," I informed him. He turned over quickly. "This is to remind you of your place here in my house. You are my slave for a year by that contract you signed. This is a reminder that you will need to do as I say and not resist me like you have today." I swatted his perfect butt, and watched the red welts develop. The slaps sounded wet as the leather hit his flesh. I was enraptured with the sound of the hits. When he whimpered and writhed, I hit slightly harder a couple more times. He gasped and groaned. Goosebumps rose all over his body. I told him to turn back toward me. "I'm going to release you. I want you to do something for me. It's been five years now, and I want you to make my first time after this long abstinence to be gentle and perfect." To this, his smile returned. I removed his hands from the restraints, and immediately his hands were upon my body. The look was one of disbelief. "Tell me what you think about my body. I know you were happy that I picked you. Tell me what you think about me." I used his ignorance of the game I played to my advantage. Another volunteer would have known that he was supposed to compliment me, and worship me. Elata wouldn't know the game that well. He would probably answer honestly. I also knew he would compliment me from that place of honestly, anyway. "When you just stood there, and circled me, I thought 'Oh no, she doesn't like me.' Everyone else was touching, fondling and poking at me eagerly. I was almost certain the man with the boil on his face would end up with me. I had agreed to this, so I would have done whatever I was supposed to do, but it would have been much less enthusiastically. When you came back to the front, I could tell you were determined to have me. I was thrilled. You were so confident and you were very nice to look at. When I looked at you, it was because I wanted to see you. I didn't want to disobey, but I wanted to look at you. You are perfect." "Now I want you to show me how you feel about me." I guided his head between my legs. I laid back and let him suck at my lips. His tongue pressed the area below my clitoris. He gently stroked upward, without pressing the clitoris too hard. He moved his tongue back an forth in that precious area under it. He slid his tongue into the hole every now and then. Then he would suck at the whole mound. I felt my body start its rhythm. Intense desire would come in waves followed by softer enjoyment in the ebbs. When I was dizzy with want, I pulled his head away from between my legs. He moved over me, and eagerly placed his penis over the wetness but didn't enter me. He rubbed himself on me. He waited for permission to enter me. I pulled his mouth to mine. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth. Our tongues slid over each other, and pushed back and forth between our lips in a steady and persistent rhythm. I put my hand between my legs and touched myself a few times. Then I stroked the hard phallus just above me. I pushed it down toward my hole, and he pressed into me. Pain came first, but it was exquisite and short-lived. I felt him pull and push, and my muscles tightened around him. I reached my hand under his scrotum, massaged him, touched the soft flesh, and played with the firm balls. I looked into his eyes that were as intense as a tempest. He looked down between our legs, and watched himself thrust into me over and over. I could tell he was going to cum soon. I whispered, "This feels so good. I wish we didn't have to stop. You feel so good inside of me." He looked back into my eyes, and growled. His rhythm was hard and quick. I felt his pleasure and it increased my own pleasure by a hundred times. I heard him breathe in synchronicity with our rhythm. I put my hands around him, and curled myself into his body. The energy inside me swelled and burst. The spasms came over me, and I moaned out his name. He thrust himself in short, quick strokes as he bent to me and kissed me again. He spent, and gently collapsed upon me. In the afterglow, he kissed me all over my body. His hands touched all of me. We hugged, we kissed, and soon his desire was renewed. He laid beside me, and whispered to me, "We have a year for me to worship you. But I don't know if that will be long enough for me..." I smiled and basked in his desire. A Good Start I had decided on the way home that I was going to have fun with you today. It was around noon, on a beautiful Saturday, and I had been gone most of the morning running errands and whatnot. We had plans to spend the day together already, but as I thought about you lying in bed as I was leaving this morning, only going because I had to get these things done, the tone of those plans changed. I replayed in my mind how you, still half-asleep, were teasingly running your fingers over your upper thighs and stomach, tauntingly outlining the real estate I wanted to focus my morning’s attention on. As I drive home, my memory redraws every curve of your naked body right before my eyes. Your full round breasts with the hard nipples pointing up to beg for my mouth. Your legs deliciously parted to show your beautiful pussy, wanting my full attention. Your hands tracing lines on your soft, smooth skin, marking a path my tongue begs to follow. Your dazed, early morning eyes staring at me, even in their fogginess portraying the things you want me to do to you. Your soft full lips, whispering you love me and you wish I didn’t have to go so early this morning. Oh, the possibilities. Not wanting to be teased without at least some retribution, I stood over you and leaned my head down, roughly yet lightly flicking my tongue over your hard nipple, nipping at it with my teeth. You smiled and moaned as I stood up, dipping my finger down between your thighs for something to remember you by all morning, your sweet, salty scent on my finger. I said I’d be back sooner than possible and then we could have the rest of the weekend to ourselves. I am on my way home now, remembering all this, and as I pull up outside our apartment, my cock is rock hard with lust and anticipation. I quietly make my way down the stairs wondering what you’re doing, and if you’re feeling like I feel. As I approach the apartment, I hear your voice on the porch and as I look around the corner I see you watering a couple little plants, phone to your ear. You don’t know I’m there, you couldn’t hear me over the phone and the radio. But you are outside, back to me, bent over, and I almost cum on myself. You must have just taken a shower because you are wearing only a towel around your body and another on your hair. Your beautiful ass in on display toward the world, with your beautiful pink pussy peaking out underneath as you bend to water the flowers. I just stare. You start to stand and I quickly make my way to our door. I walk in as you do, and you smile at me and wave, not knowing what I just saw. Still on the phone, you sit down on the couch. I walk toward you and you can see the lust in my eyes, and also in my shorts. I kneel in front of you, and you know what I want. I grab the towel and pull it open, your sweet smelling, clean skin exposed to me. I quickly wrap my lips around one of your hard nipples, sucking and nibbling like I’m starved. The way that I am leaning into the couch has my hard dick, in my shorts, grinding against your pussy, and you respond by grabbing me and pulling my body into you even harder, your legs wrapping around my waist. You are working hard to continue your conversation, but my sudden assault has increased your pulse and your breathing. Whoever you’re talking to doesn’t seem to notice because I hear your conversation go on unchanged. I take this as a challenge, as I always do. I run my tongue down your body, retracing the lines your fingers made for me this morning. My kisses coat your stomach, my tongue teasingly dipping into your belly button. I don’t linger long on my way to my destination. I immediately take a deep breath and plunge my mouth onto your clit. I suck and lick intensely, with my hands digging themselves underneath you to grab your ass and pull you deeper into my mouth. You toss your head back into the couch and grab my hair, grinding my face into you. I am flicking my tongue across your clit quickly, dipping down into your wetness every few seconds to taste how hot and sweet you are. Your legs are draped over my shoulders, your thighs squeezed against my ears. I pull my hands from your ass and place them on the back of your thighs, pushing them upwards into your chest, where your free hand is pulling at your nipples. With your legs up, your whole pussy and ass are exposed to me, and I waste no time diving down to lick your ass. With my face rubbing your pussy, and tonguing your ass, you start to rub your clit furiously. You’re going to come hard, and right in someone’s ear. I’ve noticed that your end of the conversation has become a lot of short phrases and one-syllable answers. But as I lick and play with you it drops off even more. I push your finger out of the way with my tongue, and suck down on your clit, and I push two fingers deep inside your pussy. You just drop the phone, grab my hair and scream as you come hard on my face. I keep at it, and you are still coming. Your breathing is deep and fast. You pick up the phone and tell them that you’ll have to call them back later. I hear you say a couple times, “Oh no, I’m okay, I just need to go.” They won’t stop asking, and not wanting to drag it out and lose the mood, you just say, “No, actually Sean is eating my pussy, and I’m about to come again.” You drop the phone, and hearing you say that made me start to fuck you hard with my fingers as I lick your clit and rub your own wetness into your ass with my thumb. The phone situation resolved, you push me away and quickly turn over onto your knees. Your hands on the arm of the couch, and your tits are hanging down. I get behind you and bury my face in your ass again, fingering your pussy and clit from underneath. The fucking motion of my mouth and hands causes you to rock, your nipples rubbing against the arm of the couch as you stare outside. Within seconds you are coming again on my face and hands. Moaning loudly, anyone outside would have no question as to what was going on in here. As you catch your breath, I strip my clothes off and get behind you. With each of my hands grabbing your ass, I spread your knees with mine and roughly shove my hard dick into your pussy. The quickness and intensity with which I fill your pussy causes you to come again, as my dick, wet with only my own precum, slides into your wet pussy with extra friction. You push back into me as I fuck you. Your pussy is so tight and hot that I have to hold back from cumming almost immediately, my punishment for making my dick wait so long. I tell you that I saw you on the porch. You smile and told me you had hoped I would. You tell me how you spent 20 minutes out there moving plants and watering, often slowly opening and readjusting the towel as it started to fall. You told me how you were a little disappointed thinking that I missed it all, but knew you’d get to tell me about it. But when I came in the front door, you knew that I had seen that last bit of the show. I slap you on the ass, leaving my handprint red on white flesh. I fuck you hard having to focus not to come. You reach one hand down to rub your clit, telling me to come with you the next time. You tell me you’re getting close and your moans tell me it’s true. I am close the whole time, trying not to think about how fucking amazing your tight pussy feels. You tell me to get ready, and after a series of noises you start to come. Your pussy grips my dick so hard and your fingers dig into the couch. I can’t stand it anymore and I come so hard. I scream aloud, digging my fingers into your ass. I fill your pussy with all the come that built up as I thought about you in the car, stared at your ass on display for the world, licked your pussy, and then struggled not to come as we were fucking. I’m still fucking you as I’m cumming inside you. You’re still cumming and squeezing my dick. Finally it is over. You turn and lay on your back, and I collapse on top of you, we pant together, kissing in between breaths. After we catch our breath you say, “Well, I guess I need another shower. Let’s clean up because the day has just begun.” We’re off to the shower, and I am already getting hard again anticipations that rest of the day. A Good Start When I woke that morning, I knew it was going to be a good day. The world could have been shrouded in storm clouds with the plagues themselves present in the air, and I would still have walked down the street with a ray of sunshine surrounding me and a smile of optimistic certainty on my face. Fortunately for me, there was no pestilence in the air, and the sun shone warmly through the curtained windows of my hotel room. As I showered and dressed, my thoughts were only of her. I thought of her smile and her eyes and the way her hair fell casually about her neck and shoulders. I thought of the way she talked and the way she laughed and the way her gentle, playful nature occasionally peeked through the thin layer of shyness that she clung to for protection from a world that had been all too unfair to her in her relatively short life. I also remembered the warmth of her hand in mine as we said goodbye the previous night, and the slightly awkward kiss that both of us wanted but neither was able to completely initiate, quickly falling back into quiet, embarrassed laughter. But in the end, before we parted, her eyes had been on me, boring deep into my soul with surprising intensity, and I knew that the connection we had forged during our previous communications was something real, something that would only deepen as our time together increased. Some say that all the people in our lives are there because we have drawn them there, to ourselves. I don't know if I had drawn her or she had drawn me. Perhaps it had been an undeniable mixture of mutual want and need. Whatever it had been, here I was, in a country I had, until a few days ago, only heard about, too anxious to eat breakfast, wondering if I was dressed properly, and with my heart and stomach flip-flopped and inside out as I resisted the urge to run to where I would finally see her again. The city around me held a beauty to which I was oblivious. How I could I draw in any more when I was already filled with her? Yet, as I wandered to the agreed-upon place, I did begin to notice the majesty that surrounded me; the result, though, was but a single thought: a wish that I could already be sharing it with her. Ah, the impatience of a heart on fire! In mere minutes I would be seeing her again, but I wanted her here, now. I quickened my pace, with the result that I arrived early. I expected to find the steps in front of her hotel empty, with agonizing moments to endure until her arrival; but she was there, a hesitant smile flashing in her eyes when she saw me. We moved together. After the previous night's embarrassing attempt at a kiss, neither one of us was ready to try again; but we could not be kept apart. We found each other in an embrace, happily entered into by both. I thought it would be brief, but when I relaxed a little as a sign she could let go, she held fast. With an inward sigh of joy, I pulled her tight again, and we stood there for an eternity, neither wanting it to end. At last, we did manage to pull ourselves away, but we remained connected, hand in hand. "Hi," I said, suddenly disappointed I hadn't said something more intelligent. "Hi." "Were you waiting long?" "Not too long." She paused for a moment, looking away at a nearby building. "Did you sleep well?" I shook my head no, making her laugh quietly. I smiled. "What about you?" She shook her head, too, and laughed again. "No," she said, not looking directly at me. "Too much on my mind." The simple thought, expressed so perfectly, touched me. I could think of nothing to say, so I gave her hand a squeeze in response. "What do you want to do today?" Her eyes came to mine. "Just be with you." I was momentarily speechless, driven to silence by the purity of her gaze. My heart beat a little faster, and I could barely catch my breath. I nodded feebly and managed to whisper, "Ok." We turned and began walking slowly down the street, still hand in hand. No longer held captive by her eyes, my voice returned. "Yesterday, I saw this place that rents motorcycles. Would you like to..." "Go for a ride?" she finished for me. "Uh, yeah," I said, my brain trying desperately to ignore the sexual innuendo that it always seemed to attach to otherwise innocent statements. "Or we could go to the beach. Swim..." "I want to swim tonight," she said. "The moon will be full. I've always wanted to swim at night under a full moon." "Hmm," I said, "sounds romantic." "Could be," she said mysteriously. Then once more she took my breath away with a look. "You never know." As we walked, I stole glances at her. She wore shorts and a sleeveless shirt, perfect for the temperate weather. It was also perfect for viewing her long slender arms and equally pleasing legs, flowing and rippling as she walked. Tanned and toned, her skin suggested a softness that I could dream of touching but would never dare hope to. How could one take hold of a dream? It had been so long... In many ways, she was nearly a stranger. We had chatted and written to each other off and on for so long that I felt I had some deep glimpses into who she was. In the end, though, there was so much about her that I didn't know. And we hadn't had time to develop the trust that a truly intimate relationship required, when the walls come down and two people experience each other with complete openness and freedom. I led her to the motorcycle shop I had seen. The man inside scrutinized us the way a father would a young man taking his daughter out on a date. "Do you have a license?" I nodded and showed him. "California. Class M." "Insurance?" "Yes." He continued to size us up for a little longer while engaging in idle conversation. Finally, satisfied, he slid a form up on the counter. "You'll need to leave a deposit. Fill this out, please." Soon we stood before the mighty beast, a powerful Kawasaki 250. "Do you think it will make it down the street?" I asked. "Oh, stop it," she said with a wave of her hand and a smile. "I think it's cute." I got on and started it up. She slid onto the seat behind me, bouncing a little to get comfortable. There was a place to hang on at the back of the seat; but to my joy, she reached forward and grabbed onto me instead, her arms around my waist. I reached down and briefly stroked her hand. Then I pulled in the clutch, kicked it into first gear, and we were off. Despite my disparaging remarks, the bike performed wonderfully, and soon we were enjoying the ride. Instinctively, I found a road that wound along the coast. The deep blue water cresting against the immaculate beaches captivated me. We spent nearly an hour pointing things out to each other as we rode. At one point, I saw a straight stretch of highway ahead of me. I pulled in the clutch and tapped her leg. Then I pointed to the throttle. I leaned forward and tapped it again, hoping she would get the idea. When I felt the weight of her body against me, I knew she had gotten it. She reached forward and grabbed the throttle, giving it a slight twist, causing the bike to accelerate with a lurch. Surprised at the response, she let go, then cautiously tried it again. Soon, she was powering the bike forward while I steered and we leaned. When we hit another straight stretch, she suddenly gave it a strong twist and the bike surged forward mightily. I could understand what she was doing – there was something about the feeling of power in your hands when you gave that throttle a crank. I swore I could hear her whooping from behind me. Then she let go and leaned back. When I resumed control, she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me tightly; I assumed it was happily. Despite the warm weather and holiday atmosphere, there weren't many cars on the road. It was as if we had the whole coastline to ourselves. The balmy air, warm sun, salty sea smell, and the feeling of her holding me were almost too much to experience all at once, and happiness flooded through every part of me, threatening to overcome me and sweep me away. Spying a small lighthouse, I left the main road. As nice as the ride had been so far, we needed a break and a chance to stretch our legs. I pulled into the small parking lot and shut down the engine. She slipped off from behind me. I instantly missed her embrace, but I knew we would have to get on again to go back; life is better when you have something to look forward to. "You doing ok?" I asked. "Great," she said. She raised her arms in a long stretch, and I quickly realized I was staring with my mouth partially open. I don't know if she knew the effect it would have on me, but she seemed to enjoy the result, so I let the moment linger. She prodded me. "Enjoying the sights?" "Immensely." She smiled and looked toward the lighthouse. I started walking in that direction, and she joined me, taking my hand in hers. We walked to the railing along the cliff and looked out. For the first time in hours, we were apart, physically and in our thoughts. "It's so beautiful," I said. She nodded, but she wore a pensive look. "I always get a little... thoughtful when I'm near the water." She nodded again. "Me, too." I could tell she had something on her mind. It felt like a wall had gone up; she was suddenly far away. "Is there something wrong?" She looked out over the water. Her voice was almost a whisper. "I don't know you. Why are you here? What do you want from me?" The question surprised me. What did I want? I thought for a moment. "A chance." She didn't respond, so I continued, struggling to find the right words. "A chance... to find out who you really are. A chance to... for just once in my life... do something completely impulsive and see what happens. A chance to see if a dream can really become real." She laughed softly. Then she turned to me. "Are we crazy? Flying here to meet like this? I don't know what I'm doing any more." She shook her head in disbelief and looked back out at the water. I looked out myself, my eyes following a seagull that bobbed and weaved on the wind. Then suddenly her words were on the air as well. "But I know I don't want to stop." I turned to her, stunned. How many times since I had first met her had she surprised me like this? How many times did I think she was going to be just like everyone else I had ever known, and then suddenly she was so much more? How many times would I hear from her lips the very words that echoed in my own thoughts? I reached over and put my arm around her. She moved a bit closer, leaning into my embrace. "It's very nice," she said. "Strong yet peaceful." I nodded. "I always like looking at the water." "Oh, yeah," she said, eyeing me with a sly grin. "That, too." On the ride back, not only did she continue to hold me, her hands occasionally made small explorations along my front. Sometimes she held me about the waist. Sometimes she casually stroked my chest. And once, a hand ventured along the top of my thigh, just enough to noticeably disrupt my smooth operation of the motorcycle. She removed it immediately and then pressed her face into my back, unmistakable shivers of laughter coming from behind. I was in the presence of a playful nymph and loving every moment. We managed to find a scrap of something to eat and drink at a small seaside restaurant – neither of us had had the stomach for breakfast – and then we spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the ups and downs of the island. Not all of our explorations were on the motorcycle. Some of the happiest times that afternoon were scrambling over sand dunes or strolling along the shoreline, deep in conversation. As the sun began to lose its daylong battle to stay above the horizon, after the light dinner we had shared looking out on the impending sunset, she spoke once more of her desire for the evening. "So, you ready for a little swim?" When she mentioned it before, I wasn't sure if she was serious or not. Now I knew she was. I felt a small reluctance, but how could I say no? "There aren't sharks in these waters, are there?" "Not many," she said with a smirk. "But they usually don't start feeding until after the sun goes down anyway." Then she burst into laughter at my large, fearful eyes. "Don't worry," she said, her hand on my arm. "I'll protect you." I felt foolish, but I rebounded quickly, my show of bravado an attempt to let her know that I was willing to do whatever she desired. The hardest part of the preparations for the swim was that we had to go to our respective hotels to change into our swimming attire. I looked after her longingly as she walked away. Not even a block way, she turned and smiled and blew me a kiss. My heart soared, and I turned and almost ran back to my room where I quickly changed. Now sporting my swimsuit beneath a light set of clothes, I headed back to where we were to meet. Before long, we were on the beach, now largely empty except for a few strolling near the water. Soon, even those were gone, because the beach abruptly ended near a large wall of stone that jutted out into the sea. During the day, it was a spot for more daring climbers. At night, it was just a large, dark impediment. We laid our towels on the beach and began removing our outer clothing. Momentarily blinded by my shirt coming over my head, I turned to find her standing there, her two piece swimsuit glowing softly in the moonlight. The slight reaction it caused in me made me glad it was nearly dark. She walked up to me, with what looked like slow sensual steps, and took my hands in hers. "Ready?" she asked. "Yep." We walked hand-in-hand to the water's edge. "Last one in..." she said, suddenly breaking away from me and running, splashing, into the surf. "Hey!" I said, racing after her. She was ahead of me; she dove and disappeared under the water. Unable to see her, I stopped, waiting for her to surface. When she didn't come right up, I started walking slowly, making my way further out. Then, I felt something grab me from below. I lost my balance and went down, under the water. When I came up, she was there, laughing. She started chanting the two-note theme. "Dunh-DUNH dunh-DUNH dunh-DUNH..." "So," I said, splashing at her. "Is this your time to feed?" She was silent for a moment. "I'm not a shark," she said simply. "Whew!" I said, with an exaggerated wipe of my brow. "Otherwise, I might be in trouble." "Hmmm. Who says you aren't anyway?" She turned her back on me and sloshed away, looking back at me over her shoulder. When I noticed she kept walking, getting farther and farther away, I finally said, "Where are you going?" "Come on," she said, almost calling to me. "The water stays shallow for a long time." I quickly splashed after her. We made our way along the rock wall to where it ended. As we rounded it, we discovered that there was a secluded strip of beach nestled in its maw, with high rock on both sides. "Wow," she said. "This is cool." "Yeah," I said. "It's like a private little lagoon." She turned to me and put her hand on my chest. "Let's get our stuff." "Why?" "I want to sit here, away from everyone else." It sounded nice. "Ok." We made our way back and gathered our clothes and towels, holding them up out of the water as we waded once more to the enclosed area. We laid our towels out, side by side, and sat down. The view from the little beach was perfect, with the light of the rising moon cascading over the shimmering waves. We sat there silently for quite a while. I wasn't bored – I was too busy trying to calm my rapid heart beat. I could sense something major in the air, but I wasn't sure if it was real or just my own feeble hopes. Finally, I broke the silence. "This is nice," I said. "Mmm hmm." More silence. "I had fun today." "Me, too." I fell into thoughtful silence, wondering if there was anything intelligent I could say. When I had finally given up and begun to let myself be lulled by the undulating water, she spoke. "Why are you over there?" she asked, without taking her eyes off the water. "Over...?" "Just out of reach." "Oh," I said. "Sorry." I got up. Not sure exactly where to go, I moved over behind her. "Here," I said. "You drive the motorcycle for a while." She looked at me confused, but then when I slid down behind her, my legs out around her and my arms encircling her waist, she sighed and leaned back into me. "Better?" I asked. "Better." We stared off into the star-dotted blackness, body to body, in a form of sitting spoon. Suddenly a faint light zipped by, a falling star entering our view, streaking across the heavens, and then disappearing just as quickly. "Did you see that?" she whispered. "Yeah, a falling star." "Is that good luck?" "I think you're supposed to make a wish." She thought for a moment. "We both saw it. Do we both get our wish?" I chuckled. "If they don't cancel each other out." "Oh," she said, "I don't think so. Not tonight." I tried not to tense at her words. There was something going on inside her that she was still holding close. I didn't dare hope what I wanted to hope, but I realized there was nothing wrong with wishing, silently... She shifted her weight a little, leaning more comfortably against me. I noticed I actually had my hands on her bare middle. Her neck was right in front of me, as were her exposed shoulders. I was overwhelmed by the sensation of her there. Without thinking, I leaned forward and nuzzled the nape of her neck, my lips gliding over her skin. I felt her stiffen, and realized that I had crossed a line. "Oh," I said, stopping suddenly. "Sorry." "Why?" she murmured. "It felt nice." She tipped her head to the side, exposing more of her neck. I moved forward again and lightly kissed her shoulder. Then I kissed it again. And, slowly, again and again, trying my best not to leave any part untouched. She reached down and lightly grabbed my wrist. I turned my attention to the length of her neck. When I looked up at her, her eyes were closed. I leaned forward more and brushed my cheek against hers. She tensed and her mouth opened in a small gasp. Then she turned her head, and we kissed, mouth to mouth, lips sliding deliciously over each other. Without separating, we adjusted our positions slightly for better angle, and then our kiss deepened, tongues touching and flicking and dancing together. When we finally pulled apart, we were both out of breath. She looked at me deeply. I thought she was going to say something. Then her eyes fluttered closed again as she moved forward, and once more we joined, our kiss soft and gentle though passionate. She moaned softly as we explored each other's mouth, and her hand reached up and caressed my face. While we kissed, she leaned deeper into my shoulder. When we stopped, she rested there, cradled against my bicep. I looked at her, so relaxed. When we had first met, she seemed a little nervous around me. That was understandable, but I wasn't sure if it would ever change. Now I could see that that wall had come down or, at least, weakened a little. Some men saw those kinds of walls as things to be breached, taken by force; but I knew that they only truly went away if they were taken down, voluntarily, from the inside. I don't know when it happened, but little by little she was opening up to me. She wouldn't do that for just anyone; I felt special - I had transcended. Inexplicably, her weight against me increased as she shifted her position. I couldn't hold her; I realized she was trying to lie down. Moving my arm, I gently lowered her to the towel. She lay there looking up at me, her skin glowing lightly in the moonlight, her hair a halo around her head. I was in the presence of an angel. Her eyes were on me. "You didn't answer my question earlier," she whispered. A Good Start I shook my head, confused. "Which one?" "What do you want?" I raised myself up a little, and looked along her, lost in thought. What did I want? She was physically attractive; there was no question that that was having an effect on me. But there was something more going on than just an animalistic urge to take her. Before me lay a human being, someone who craved tenderness, passion, intimacy, and – without a doubt – love. With a shock, I realized that what I wanted, what I wanted more than anything, was to satisfy those needs. At that moment, I didn't even care if my own swimsuit came off, if the creature within had its day. All I wanted was to make her happy. "I want to do whatever you most desire," I said quietly. She remained silent. I looked at my hands. I could make them glide over a computer keyboard. I had used them to make music on a piano. Looking at her, the metaphor came to my mind of using my hands to play her. Without wanting to, I chuckled at the thought. Even in the faint moonlight, I could see her frown. "What?" "Oh, nothing," I said, somewhat embarrassed. She still looked at me; I was trapped. Reluctantly, I continued. "I was just thinking about how I play the piano, and it made me think about using my hands to play you the same way." I didn't know if she understood, so I added, "For your satisfaction, of course." She smiled slightly. "That sounds like fun." She tipped her head. "Do you know where my keys are?" I shook my head no. "That's half the fun, I think." She was still quiet. "What do you think? Do you trust me?" "Who are you?" she asked with a wry smile. "Aladdin?" "Maybe," I said quietly. "I've already had one wish come true." I could see by the look in her eyes that I had touched her. She reached up and pulled my head down and we kissed luxuriously once more. When we broke for air, she gently stroked my cheek. "Ok," she said. "Play me." I swallowed hard. What had I gotten myself into? But my fear quickly passed. She was here, and I had a job to do. A potentially exciting, incredible, wonderful job. Ok, no pressure... "Well, let's see," I started. "It's always good to find middle C..." I reached out and placed my hand just below her breasts, but above her stomach. "I hope you don't mind," she said, "but I don't have perfect pitch." "Hmm," I said, with fake thoughtfulness. "We'll have to get you in tune somehow. Perhaps these knobs down here..." I reached down and grabbed at her toes. She giggled and squirmed. "Stop! That tickles." I smiled and looked down at her again. "Ok... Where was I? Oh, yeah. Middle C." I placed my hand on her again. "Do," she said, tunelessly naming the first note of the scale. "Ah," I said. "There we are." She laughed. I caressed the area a little bit. "You know," she said after not much time. "Do is a little boring." "Yeah," I said. "It's just the base note. Things get more interesting as you move along the scale." I moved my hand lower, just below her stomach. I stroked her gently across her waist, just dancing along the edge of her bathing suit. She closed her eyes. "Mmm... Re." I bent down and kissed her on the stomach, multiple times, lingering briefly on her belly button. "Do you kiss your piano, too?" she asked, somewhat breathlessly. "I can't say that I have." "Hmm. Poor piano." "I save my kisses for those special ones." She looked at me with mock concern. "Say. Are you trying to seduce me?" I looked at her with equally mock surprise. "Hmm. I was hoping you'd seduce me." "Well," she said, "the night is still young." Then we laughed. "Next," she said. "Please." I could see where I was to go next. Was she asking me to..? Now, I couldn't give her everything she wanted right away, could I? "Let's see... If we go the other way along the scale..." I could sense a frustrated sigh escape her as I moved back up her body. "...we get to Ti." I placed my hands carefully on her breasts. "As in 'T and A'?" she asked. "Looks that way," I said. "It has to be around here somewhere." I slowly massaged her breasts through her top. She drew in a breath and moaned contentedly. "That doesn't sound like the right note." She moaned again, this time adding, "Tiiii..." "There it is," I said. "Ti seems to be a good note." I thought for a moment. "But it's a little muffled. I can't get the right feel. Perhaps if we uncover ..." I reached part way for her top and stopped, waiting for an objection. When none came, I proceeded to take it and carefully slip it down, exposing her nipples to the night air and my appreciative eyes. "Hey," I said. "Maybe those are the tuning knobs..." I reached out as if to grip one between my fingers. "Don't you dare," she said, putting a hand up. "I'm sure you'll agree there are things that should not be twisted." I cringed all the way down in my swimsuit. "Ouch! Point taken." When I replaced my grabby fingers with an open palm, she let me continue. I lightly caressed the top of her right breast, sliding down to the tip, rubbing and stroking. Switching to the left with my hand, I brought my mouth down to her right nipple and gave it an open-mouth kiss, my tongue twirling the end of it. She squirmed pleasurably and brought her hands up behind my head, caressing my neck as I continued to indulge myself. "Hmm," I said after a while. "I think I like warm Ti." Her voice was a little breathy. "I think they like you, too." "Shall I move on?" "Ok," she said thoughtfully. "For now." "Perhaps the lady will enjoy a little arpeggio later." "Mmmm. Sounds nice." "And to think I used to hate scales," I mused. She laughed, a sound that warmed me. "Well," I said, eyeing her. "If we continue on..." I approached her neck. She stopped me. "Wait. What about Mi?" she asked. Ignoring her obvious meaning, I teased, "What about you?" "No," she said, a tiny note of frustration creeping in. "Not me. Mi!" She grabbed my hand and moved it downward. "Oooh," I said, making an act of suddenly understanding. I ran my hand down the length of her stomach, stopping just at the edge of her bathing suit. I moved my hand a couple of finger widths lower. "Is it here?" I asked, pressing slightly. "You're a little flat," she said. "Keep going." With slight pressure, I slid my finger along, stroking down to the junction of her legs, eliciting a gasp from her. "Mi," she whispered. Seeking the valley, I pressed inward a little further. She tipped her head back, closed her eyes, and gasped again. "Oh my." Her legs spread instinctively as I lowered my mouth to her swim suit and pressed my lips against what was hidden underneath. "Mmmm... Mi is good." I slid over and kissed the inside of her thighs, lingering; then I straightened. Without a word, trying to judge her reaction, I slowly slid my hand under her swim suit, my finger exploring the unfamiliar countryside. There was the tall hill at the top, and the rain-soaked valley just beyond... It was so easy to... My finger slipped inside. She stiffened, eyes closed, mouth open. I began slowly sliding up and down, in and out, stroking the side mounds that grew taller and thicker as I continued, engorged by her passion. All the while, I watched her. I was enjoying this as much as she was, loving the reactions I could rouse in her. The way her body tensed from time to time... The way she furrowed her brow when I touched her just right... The way she sighed and gasped and gave out little moans... Abruptly, I slid my hand back out. Her eyes opened, with a look approaching desperation. I shook my head. "Something isn't quite right," I said. "The tone is off." "No, no," she said, placing her hand on me. "Mi, mi, mi..." "It's a bit muffled, don't you think? Just like Ti." She frowned. Then, bright girl, she got where I was headed. "Can you fix it?" she asked, raising her hips off the ground. I smiled. "Let's try." I took hold of her swim suit and began sliding it sensuously down, both my hands running along her hips as it went, my thumbs hooked along the band. Over her thighs it went; she tucked her legs in and through, and off it came. I ran my hand up her leg, along her thigh. Then my middle finger danced along the ridge, and with the easiest of motions slipped inside once more. She closed her eyes and relaxed. "Mi..." she sighed. "Stroke Mi..." I resumed stroking her. Since her eyes were closed, she didn't see me slowly lowering my mouth. I held my breath as I passed over her stomach and down to the grassy plain, pausing for only a moment to inhale her scent before my tongue darted out, tickling her rigid clit. For a moment her breathing became erratic with surprise and pleasure, and her hand jerked before moving to rest on my head. My finger still in motion, I slid my tongue along, tasting her nether lips. Then I lowered my lips and brought the pressure of my mouth fully onto them. Her body trembled and the beginnings of a moan escaped her as I open-mouth kissed her, sliding my mouth all over. Occasionally, I forced my tongue inside a little. If only I had kept up those trumpet lessons... As I poured my attention out on her wondrous Mi, I reached up with my other hand and stroked her stomach and just under her breasts. I could feel her stomach tense as my touch darted over it. My other, busy finger felt constrictions as well, as if it was being embraced from within. Her breath was coming faster. She gripped my arm constantly, squeezing each time her body tensed. Unable to keep up the tongue action, I moved up and began kissing her breast once more before enfolding the tip and drawing it as far back in my mouth as I could. I gently squeezed it over and over, stroking the nipple with my tongue as my hand probed deeper and deeper into her. I discovered a rough spot just inside, near the front of the valley. From then on, each time my finger went in, I lingered there, rubbing it gently. Suddenly, she began rocking against my hand. "Mmm... Oh... Oh! Oh!" And then her body tensed stronger than ever, and she arched her back, a strangled groan escaping her lips. I sped up my strokes, and she gasped and moaned over and over, arms and legs twitching, before she finally stayed my hand with hers. I removed my suction from her breast and looked down at her. She was breathing furiously, and she twitched for a moment when I slid my finger out of her. She continued to look at me as she caught her breath. I smiled, happy with what I had been able to do. Finally she was able to speak. She furrowed her brow a bit. "Did... did you do that?" "I think so," I said. "Well, one of us did." Ignoring my meaningless banter, she continued. "Could you do it again?" I smiled and bent to kiss her, making her body twitch again. "Any time you want." For a moment, I mistook what she meant. "Oh, did you want, right now..?" "Oh, no, no," she said. "Not now. I don't think I could take it." She sat up and studied me. "What now?" she asked. "What about you?" I didn't know what to say. Having just done to her what I did, I was somewhat spent myself. It was as if I had felt her ecstasy when she did. More than that, I didn't know if I felt comfortable asking for anything from her. My focus was on giving. I was oddly at peace despite the erection she suddenly noticed in my swim suit. She reached out and touched it, and I drew in breath. "It looks like part of you wants something," she said. "Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain," I intoned. "But isn't he getting a little... blue?" "You mean sad?" "That," she said. "And not able to breathe too well, all wrapped up like that." "Ah," I said. "He'll be ok." She looked at me, a little sadly; it almost broke my heart. "Don't you want to..?" I scrambled to reassure her. "Oh, yes, of course. Of course I do." "But..?" "I..." The words didn't want to come. "It's just... We haven't really known each other all that long. I didn't know if you were... ready. I would love to, but... I didn't want you to think we had to, that's all. If you don't want to..." "I'm sitting here, with no pants on and my... uh... Tis hanging out and you're wondering if I'm ready?" At that, I laughed. "Well, I just... wanted to be sure." "You could do all that and still not have sex?" "Sure," I said. "Why not?" "You're strange," she said. I was beginning to feel hurt. "Good strange or bad strange?" She thought for a moment and then smiled. "Strange strange. Maybe wonderful strange." She stretched over and kissed me. Then she straightened and finished taking her top off. "C'mon," she said, pulling me down. We lay side by side, her cradled in my arm. She wrapped her arms around me, and soon we were kissing madly. Her hands explored me as we kissed, which only increased the tension in my swim suit. She broke off our kiss and gently pushed be onto my back. Without a glance or a word, she immediately began kissing my chest, lingering long enough to lick my nipples before slowly moving down my body, covering me in kisses as she went. Pausing for a moment, she looked up at me and said, "Have I found any notes yet?" Unable to speak, I could only nod, my eyes wide. She smiled and continued. Her lips grazed my inner thigh. Just having her head partway between my legs was exhilarating. I was completely at her mercy. "I'm not much of musician," she said. "So this might be a simple melody." Her hands moved to my swimsuit, caressing the member within. Her touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through me. "Hmm," she said, with affected curiosity. "I wonder what's in here..." As she began slipping my swimsuit down, I was suddenly apprehensive. I stayed her hand. "Uh, you know," I said. "The water was a bit cold, and..." "Oh, shut up," she said. "The water was fine. And you're fine. Don't worry. Now – up." I hefted my hips in the air, and she slid my swimsuit down, as well as she could. It kept getting hung up on something; but thanks to gentle hands, I was soon bottomless. "So," she said. "How shall we begin?" I reached out for her face. "Kiss me," I said. She gave a bounce and answered brightly, "Ok," though I caught a brief mischievous look in her eye. Before I realized what I had said, I saw her head lowering to my waist. "This is Mi, right?" I started to protest. "That's not what I..." But I was cut off with a gasp as her lips brushed and then enfolded the head pointing at her so brazenly. I could barely contain myself as she delicately moved along the shaft. Every movement was heaven. Her tongue danced about, wrapping me like a playful snake. Meanwhile, her hands stroked my thighs and stomach. I let out a small groan. "You better watch out," I said finally, somewhat out of breath. "Or you'll get a mouthful." She released me, and I lay there with mixed feelings, both relieved it hadn't suddenly ended yet but regretting the cessation of the sensation. "I suppose," she said thoughtfully, "that that can wait for another day." She had done it again – my heart soared. The thought of more days like this with her filled me with indescribable happiness. Swinging her hips around, she draped a leg over me and sat on my legs. "Shall we make some music together? Perhaps if we hit some of the same notes..." "I hear Mi sung in unison is nice," I said lamely. She smiled. "Let's find out." With that, she scooted forward, lifted herself up and, holding me straight with her hand to guide me, slid down, immersing me in wonderful wet warmth. For a while she didn't move. I looked up at her, the moon casting a new halo around her angelic head. I reached up and our hands met, fingers intertwining. Then she adjusted her hips slightly and, closing her eyes, began sliding up and down on me. The pleasure that rippled through me was more than just the part of me inside her – it was the feeling of our legs together, the feeling of her weight on me. The unmistakable feeling of connection. I released my hands from hers, and reached up to caress her breasts that jiggled slightly before me. With one hand, I stroked the length of her stomach. She trembled at my touch, and her breathing was coming harder. "Was that the arpeggio?" she managed to get out. I could feel that I wasn't going to last too much longer, so I pulled down on her slightly. She stopped her motion and looked at me questioningly. "Come here," I said. She settled down on me, our bodies in full contact, and we wrapped our arms around each other. Our mouths met, and we kissed passionately, barely moving. My hands explored her back, stroking her hair and caressing her glorious backside. Suddenly, with a faint "Oh f---," she straightened up and began frantic movement up and down me again. Overcome by the feelings, I was beyond control. "Wait," I said weakly. "I don't think I can..." "It's ok," she said, continuing her motion. "It's your turn." With that, after a few more strokes, the pressure blew and fire erupted in my loins and spread throughout my body. My back came off the ground, and I bucked against her as she continued to pound on me, each movement causing another spasm in me as I came into her over and over. I groaned and gasped. Finally, I lay there, spent, as she continued to gently stroke me inside her for a little while. Then she lay down in my arms, and we were still. I didn't know what to say, so I gently kissed her shoulder from time to time and caressed her back. "Better?" she asked, rising up a little to look at me. "Better." The moon had seen enough that night. Though I couldn't bear to let go of her, I knew we couldn't stay there forever. The thought occurred to us simultaneously that we didn't know the tide schedule. Suddenly, our little beach had a taint of foreboding. Suited up once more, we made our way back through the water, clothes and towel held high. "So," she said. "Do you always go through all that when you have sex?" I shrugged. "Yeah. You know, I've read that some consider the woman's... uh... Mi to be like a temple. You have to make the right veneration before you can enter." We sloshed on a bit more. "Making love is almost a religious experience." She laughed. "Maybe that's why everyone is yelling 'Oh God!' all the time." Then the smile faded, and she looked at me. "Do you think of making love that way?" "Yeah," I said. "Sure. Why not? If you love and respect your partner, why wouldn't you treat something as special as that the same way?" We finally made the beach. "You are strange," she said. Then her eyes met mine. "I think I like strange." We walked in thoughtful silence until we hit the street. I knew what was coming, and I just couldn't accept it. Suddenly she stopped and turned to me. "I think I should go to my room now." The look on my face must have betrayed how I felt, because she asked, "What's wrong?" "I... I just don't know if I can stand to be apart from you tonight." She laughed. "You silly," she said. "I need to go to my room to get my things. At least a change of clothes." As relief mixed with joy coursed through me, I resisted the urge to whoop. "I don't know if makes sense to pay for two rooms," she said. Her gaze strengthened on me. "You're not some kind of typical male slob, are you?" "No, no," I said. "You'll be surprised." "Ok. Would you like to help me with my things?" "With pleasure." We began walking to her hotel, with me struggling to hide the bounce in my step. The words suddenly came to me: You're the bounce in my step, The smile on my face... A Good Start She came to an abrupt halt, looking at me with anxious eyes. "Wait... Are you one of those guys who has handcuffs, whips, leather, stuff like that?" "Oh, heavens no," I said. She resumed walking. "Hmm, ok. So then I guess we'll have to use mine." This time it was my turn to halt abruptly. She was looking at me out of the corner of her eye, with a smile I knew I was going to be seeing a lot of. "You're so easy," she said with a laugh. "That's me," I said. "A willing sex slave." A woman walking past overheard and looked at me pointedly as she passed. "Just because she's not getting any..." my angel said, without missing a beat. "So Aladdin," she continued. "Do you have any wishes left?" "I think I used up quite a few tonight," I said. "But I think I have one or two left." "Hmm," she said. "Anything I should be concerned about?" I thought for a moment. "I don't know. Ask me again in ten years." A Good Start to a Summer Break It had been a rough at work the past few months and I really needed to get away. My friends and I decided to take a summer break at a bush lodge. It was a fairly nice place-- not exclusive, but a bit more than the bare necessities. It had separate huts for each group, a large pool, a spa, a bar and restaurant. After checking in and unpacking, we decided to just relax at the lodge for the rest of the day. The heat was hardly bearable-- water on the floor evaporated before your eyes-- and it wasn't worth going out for a only a few hours. I decided I'd check out the pool and one of my friends said she was keen on getting started on her tan. We changed and got going. I was lazing along the edge of the pool in a white bikini-- the cool water providing relief from the heat. My friend had brought me a glass of mostly ice and some water and had taken off to tan in the bright sunshine. There weren't many people out. My friend was the only one tanning and there was just one other person in the pool. I swirled the ice around in the glass and let my my mind drift. I thought about how busy I'd been at work in the past few months; how it had drained the life out of me; how I had had time for nothing else; how I hadn't had sex in so long! Oh gosh... Sex... I needed to unwind in all manners. I needed to orgasm. I needed to get rid of the sexual frustration that was building up in my body. I needed a man. A man to gently pull and pinch at my nipples. A man to kiss me deeply. A man to shove his hard cock into my pussy after making me wet and hungry for him. A man to groan in my ear as he cums inside of me. My nipples pricked up. They were just above the water level and quite visible through the thin swimwear material. My free hand was gently rubbing my pussy through my bikini bottoms. A man lazing on the opposite end of the pool seemed to have noticed and gave me a curious look. He was tall, medium build, sandy brown hair, broad shoulders, probably a few years older than me, stubble on his face-- just the way I liked it. I gave him a naughty smile and licked my lips. He returned the smile and blew me a kiss. I bit my bottom lip, set my glass down on the edge of the pool and gently cupped my covered breasts. Slowly, he began to inch forward to the middle of the pool. I watched intently-- my burning desire only escalating as he closed in on me. He got to the middle of the pool and stopped, giving me a your-turn-now smile. I swam out to the middle of the pool. He grabbed my waist pulled me upright and put my hands on his shoulders. I couldn't stand here--it was too deep. I had to use his body to stay afloat. "Hi," he said eventually, his hands grabbing my ass. "Hi," I responded. I wrapped my legs around his waist as his lips met mine. His kiss was forceful but passionate and really got my juices flowing. He pulled at my tongue before he broke away. And then he started again-- a deep kiss. I put one arm over his shoulder and around his neck to keep my balance and I let my other hand draw out patterns on his chest. His hands slowly made their way under my bikini bottoms. I moaned deeply into him, letting him know that he was hitting all the right spots. My free hand moved to the top of his shorts and undid the velcro holding it closed. I slipped a hand in and rubbed the back of my fingertips ever so gently against the shaft his cock. His cock pricked up and started to get hard. He stopped kissing me and whispered "I like that" in my ear. I took his cock out of its material coverings, making sure it was hidden between the two of us. His hands ventured up my back and under the top of my bikini. I touched his cock lightly with my fingertips, until it was rock hard and throbbing. "Make me cum," he said, his hands ventured towards my erect nipples. I closed my right hand around his cock and began stroking up and down its length. I stroked his cock with my right hand and played with his balls with my left. He moaned every now and then and pulled at my nipples just under the water level. I could soon sense that he was near. I detached myself from him, took a deep breath and went underwater. I took his cock into my mouth and began to give him a blowjob the best way I knew how. It had to be quick. I had a finite amount of air in my lungs. I licked the underside gently before taking most of his meat into my mouth. I placed my hands on his hips to steady myself and let myself float. I moved my mouth forward and back on his cock, the water aiding my movement. He orgasmed a few seconds later and sprayed his cum down my throat. I quickly resurfaced, swallowing some of the cum and gasping for air. He was still breathing hard. He pulled my legs around his waist, put my arms around his neck and told me to hold still and be quiet. I maintained my position and bit into my bottom lip. He got a hand into the front of my bikini bottoms and found my clit. He had a hand against the small of my back, holding me close to him. He flicked his fingers over my clit, making me moan deeply and clutch onto him. I could feel the orgasm building up. It would be a big one-- intense, hard, electric, pure ecstasy. He stopped. Just stopped. When I was so close, he stopped. I gave him a confused look. "Don't worry, you'll get what you need," he whispered. He rubbed his fingers against my pussy lips gently. Unexpectedly, he plunged two of his fingers into my pussy. He immediately found and stroked my gspot while his thumb stroked my clit. "Oh gosh! Yes fucking please!" "Glad you like it sexy lady." I orgasmed with great intensity in just a few seconds and he kissed me almost immediately to suppress my screams. "That was amazing," I said to him, still recovering. "Yes it was." We kissed a short while longer. "Probably time to head back before you friend starts to worry," he said. "Probably." I swam back to the edge where my glass now stood full of warm water. He swam to the other end, got out, wrapped himself in a towel and left. I never did see him again, but he definitely got my vacation off to a good start.