0 comments/ 11769 views/ 3 favorites Two out of Three By: TwistedRedAngel Jack moves like a shark through water, elegant, powerful and with a suggestion of something more dangerous. His olive skin sets his steel blue eyes aflame, those perfect eyes set amongst dark lashes. His age is an enigma, there are soft creases in the skin around his eyes and mouth, they accentuate his magnificent smile and make his face utterly handsome. When he is angered his expressive eyes explode with thunder and his firm lips fix in a solid grimace, the few times I have seen it have sent shivers down my spine and made me imagine how his anger would feel in bed.... The beard on his chin grows so quickly that I am always guessing whether he'll be clean shaven or not, it makes no difference to how much I want him but he does look more bad boy with facial hair and his lips are more pouting somehow. Ah, his lips, I want to nibble on his bottom lip, to slide my tongue over it in search of his hot, talented tongue. His skin is supple and warm, the muscles beneath are hard and well earned as is his thick neck, which always puts me in mind of an F1 driver. His shoulders are broad and encased in that firm flesh that I yearn to touch. His arms are strong, as are his hands, those deft hands that make or break me with the slightest stroke. He has held doors for hundreds of women, I wonder how many of those women felt a sudden burst of electricity in their bellies, as I do when I walk through a doorway he patiently waits beside. Chivalry is not dead, it is sexy. His torso is like a lion's, proud and overwhelming - solid pecs topped with two brown and ever pert nipples, between which a line runs down his abdomen to where a thicket of black hair hides a sleeping beast, whose slumbering head rests between two large orbs. Even now, writing about it, my mouth fills with saliva and my mind is consumed with images of licking, sucking and stroking this beast and the orbs he rests on, I could taste him for hours. When I am permitted the very great pleasure of swallowing his erect cock, I can't help but indulge myself by grabbing his buttocks as he slips in and out of my mouth. His perfect buttocks, round and unyielding, the muscle inside hard as it thrusts his hips into my face and though it is capable of more, each stroke is measured and deliberate. His thighs are thick and solid, their efforts in assisting his amazing prick to drive deep into me do not go unnoticed, nor the pleasure they bring when they rest between my legs, giving me purchase from which to rock against him and take him even further into me. Finally, none of the pulses of orgasm he sends through each of my nerves would be possible without his calves and feet, their strength is the foundation of the best sex I have ever had. His voice is deep and sometimes gravelly, it never fails to start the chain reaction that results in a very hot, wet and horny ache between my legs. It is sweet torture to hear or see him and not be able to ravage every inch of him. To not be able to have him cum in my mouth or make my fuck-swollen pussy drip with his sweet juice. He is the embodiment of every fantasy I have ever held or daydreamed and he owns my body completely. I am occasionally touched by guilt, guilt for using his body for my extremely selfish desires. I am addicted to how he makes me feel, feminine, sexy, young and light hearted. The sex is so liberating, there is none of the etiquette that has to be maintained in a romance because there is no romance, no making love because there is no love. It is intoxicating, unadulterated lust and all I want from him is to to ejaculate in me, on me I don't care, I just want to be filthy. He is my secret Adonis and can fuck me sideways any time the mood takes him. After reading this, it would seem that the mood has taken him this morning as he takes my hand and leads me upstairs. His warm fingers clasp mine and a thrill runs from my hand up my arm. I'm instantly turned on, ready, willing and able. He stops by a bed and turns to face me, his eyes dark and serious. He tilts my head to the left and starts to kiss my neck, he runs his soft, wet tongue up and down my neck before nibbling my ear lobe and running back down to the nape, then he tilts my head to the right and treats the left of my neck to the same sensuous delights. I can feel my nipples harden inside my bra and my heart beat speeds up, as if saying, "I want your cock, I want your cock." He sits me on the bed and I take off my top, he takes my tits in his hands and kisses my lips, slipping his tongue between them, my tongue seeks his hungrily and they half fight and half play together. His hands travel down my belly and he inserts his fingers into my warm soft cleft, his thumb playing with my clit, rubbing me ever further towards orgasm. I lay back while he stands there, his body shaded perfectly in the low light and whilst he continues his rhythmic strumming, I take his phenomenal appendage in my mouth. Suddenly, there is a new sensation between my legs and as I open my eyes I see his head rising above my thighs and his tongue is investigating my pussy, "Oh God, that's so fucking hot, don't stop, please don't stop, oh shit! Jack!" My voice climbs higher as he licks me into ecstasy and my whole body shudders. As sweet aftershocks pass through me, I resume my diligent licking and sucking of him, making sure he has a clear view of my lips and tongue running up and down his hard shaft. "Is that what you wanted, Kim? You wanted me to fuck your mouth?" His voice is calm and quiet and yes, this is what I have been craving for days. The feel of his hot, hard skin against my tongue, the tip of him hitting the back of my throat, my saliva overwhelming his balls and the massive reaction this all provokes in him. I'm aroused all over again, but this time, it will take more than his tongue to placate me. Reading my mind, he bends me over on all fours and thrusts deep into me, he grabs my hips, his fingers slide under the straps of my suspender belt he and pulls me towards him with each stroke and I can feel his huge erection deep inside my very moist hole. He flips me onto my back and places my thigh high boot clad legs over his broad shoulders, my ankles resting by his neck as his balls smack repeatedly against my butt cheeks. I feel tingling from head to toe, a sure indicator that he is about to send me over the edge again. "Where shall I cum, Kim?" he whispers in hot breaths. "Cum whereever you like, Jack, but I'd love to have you cum drip don my chin..." I am so horny, so close to the apex of pleasure. Despite my begging, he turns me to one side, "No, you said I could fuck you sideways." his deep voice in my ear. His thigh plants firmly between mine and as his hips move against me, every one of my nerves explodes with a massive orgasm, just as his movements become more frantic and his sweet cock throbs within me. In all my life I have never craved anything as much as I crave Jack's touch. I am so completely hooked and though I am thoroughly satisfied, like a good meal, I could do it all over again. Two Out of Three Like real life, this story contains a variety of situations, sex scenes, etc. and because it doesn't easily fit into one category, it is labeled Erotic Couplings. If you are turned off by sex between cousins, read no more. Although this isn't a major part of the story, it is central to it. I thank my generous editor, AlwaysHungry, for his careful edits and insightful suggestions on plot points and wording. The story benefitted so much from his help. _______________________________________________ Arrival hall, Ben Gurion Airport "Val! Valeria! Here, dear!" It took Val a few minutes after she cleared the doors of the customs and security area to locate the sound of her aunt's gritty smoker's voice, but the handwaving made it easier. She adjusted her path and made her way to one of the gaps in the barriers set in a rough semi-circle in front of her. The crowd of relatives and friends waiting for the latest arrivals teemed behind the barriers, soldiers with guns strapped to their backs dotted liberally around the barriers. Ben Gurion Airport took security to a different level than any other airport she'd been through. Not much had changed in that regard. As soon as she made it through the gap, her aunt immediately engulfed her in a bear hug. Val felt small and childlike in her aunt's overwhelming embrace. Not a short woman, she was at least four inches shorter than her aunt's imposing height, a trait she wished she'd inherited rather than her own average build. On the other hand, Val couldn't help noticing that her aunt must have gained more than four inches in girth since the last time they'd seen each other, the fusty soft knit shirt and knit pants stretched to the max around her frame. "You've lost weight, Val! Don't you eat, dear?" Val shrugged. "I eat plenty. Really, I'm fine, Aunt Leila. I'm not a good enough cook to make it worthwhile most of the time, as much as you tried to teach me. And I hate cooking for myself." Memories of Leila's and her own mother's traditional dishes flooded back, together with the laughter they shared in the kitchen. Oh, well - some things could not be recreated outside their time and place. "You've got everything? Did they lose your luggage? I swear, airlines these days, they always lose something." "Nope, this is everything. I'm ready to go." "You travel light." "Don't need much. I won't be here that long, and I've got plenty to keep me going without worrying too much about laundry." "How long are you staying? Everyone's dying to see you!" "Thanks, Leila. We'll see. I'll try to see all the cousins and so on. But I mostly want to spend time with you - I'm so sorry, I just couldn't come sooner. And I also want a bit of "away" time. I booked a scuba diving trip from Eilat." She had plenty of second and third cousins, and their kids, and husbands and wives. And on and on and on - it gave her a headache just to think about it. "You're going that far? But then you won't have time to see everyone." "Leila, nowhere is far in Israel. It's the size of Rhode Island!" "Don't exaggerate!" Leila was playfully indignant. "OK, New Jersey then!" Val sighed - already she was inwardly shrinking away from her family here before seeing anybody, and already felt the guilt. She'd booked the dive trip in part to avoid the many people who she should feel close to because of blood ties even though they shared so little of their lifestyle. Aside from loving to dive and not having had a chance to do it in warm water in a long time. "Lead on, Leila." "Home, or...?" "How far is the cemetery?" "It's on the way. Not far from the apartment." "The cemetery, then." Two Out of Three He smiled and nodded, acknowledging she'd relented and offered an olive branch. His voice was softly accented and he had an Israeli name, but his looks could have made him either Jew or Arab. His hair was dark but turning gray here and there, and his olive skin stretched taut over muscles that belied his age. He must have been well over forty, maybe even over fifty. "Don't you have a car?" "It's with my family. I'm on duty, assigned down south for a month. Normally I'd take the bus but it was too crowded, and it's too hot to be stuck for ten hours with nine or ten other sweaty people. I thought I'd take my chances on hitchhiking. It usually works pretty well. I saw your car from the road and asked the ride to let me off here. But then I didn't see anyone near the car, so I went exploring." She felt herself turn redder, decided to ignore it and take an aggressive stance. She'd found it worked better with Israeli men, which she assumed he was. "Liked what you saw? Thought you'd get a freebie, since your wife isn't with you?" He watched her for a few moments before answering her. "Yeah, I liked what I saw. Who wouldn't? I'm sorry, I didn't know. I left to give you privacy." "Thanks for that." "I don't have a wife. Not any longer." "Tired of being a military wife, was she?" Val sniped back. "What?" he stared at her, confused. "No. She died, a couple of years ago. Breast cancer." Val mentally kicked herself: she was an ass. It wasn't the first time she'd let her quick anger make a fool of herself. She swallowed hard. "I'm very sorry. Listen, I'm on my way south. I was going to stop in Eilat anyway, maybe spend a few days before going on. It won't be any trouble to give you a ride. Are you ready to go?" He nodded once with a sharp, military gesture and turned to grab his duffel. When he bent to it, his glutes stretched the heavy cotton material of his pants nicely, and his biceps and triceps worked together to lift what seemed to be a fairly heavy load. "What do you have in there, rocks?" He snorted. "May as well be. Books." "Most people would use a Kindle for those nowadays. You're not a fan of e-Readers?" They walked to the car and she opened the trunk, waited till he put the duffel inside and positioned it carefully, then closed the flap. "I have one of those apps on my computer, but no, they're not those kinds of books. I'm doing some research. They're library books. Old and rather obscure, not yet digitized." They got in the car and rode in silence for a few minutes, Val turning left onto the road to Eilat and fiddling with the radio, looking for a station. "Reception tends to be complete crap down here," he said, as if apologizing. "I thought that might be a problem. I brought a few CDs, they're in the glove compartment. You could look to see if there's anything you like." "Does the car have a USB port? I have an iPod with me - saves my sanity on the road." She wanted to lighten the mood a bit. "How about we play 'rock paper scissors' to decide whose music?" "Huh," he said. "Haven't played that for a while. Had a friend who did it all the time. OK, here we go," and he extended his fist towards her. He won the first round. "Two out of three?" she asked. She won the next round, but lost the third. "Mind if I look for a USB port?" Avi pointed to the dashboard compartment under the radio. "You might also look in here," Val tapped the armrest and lifted it to reveal another compartment. He plugged in his iPod and for a good fifteen minutes they listened to his idiosyncratic mix of music, ranging from European pop to world music to Israeli folk. She was content to drive in silence, letting herself enjoy the scenery and trying to ignore the stranger sitting next to her. As they drove through the desert, passing the occasional scrub and rock pile, she noticed occasional large metal sculptures, surprising the eye. "Random acts of art," she offered. "What?" "You know, like random acts of kindness, but pleasing to the eye. Makes one think. Focuses the brain." "Focuses the brain in what way?" "Well, some of the sculptures you'll like, some you won't. Then you'll start thinking about why you like one and not another one. About the artist who did them and what they were trying to achieve, how successful they were at it." He added nothing to that, and they continued driving in silence for another ten minutes or so. "What were you thinking about back there? At Avdat," he asked. She didn't answer for a couple of minutes. Then blurted, "Screwing and getting screwed. Letting off some steam." "Been a while?" She looked at him sideways with her best freeze ray look, then turned back to the road. "It's been while for me," he said, looking obliquely at her. "Yeah, I bet. And I need to know that because...?" "Well..." "Thanks if you're offering but no thanks," she said, cutting off whatever hopes he'd had. "I don't do strangers. Literally or figuratively." "There's always a first time. Besides, we don't have to stay strangers. I'd really hoped we wouldn't." "Yeah, no. Thanks again." Did he get finality? Or would she need to get hard-assed about it? "No worries. Sorry if I was rude," he said, and fell silent. Intermittently she sneaked peeks over at him and noticed that he'd let his eyes close, and eventually she heard the heavier, more relaxed regular breathing of sleep punctuated with light snores every once in a while. Two Out of Three She supposed that was a measure of trust in her abilities. She wasn't sure exactly where he'd gotten that, but it mollified her a bit. Though she still looked for hints of flirtation between Avi and Ylva. He spent no more time checking Ylva's equipment out than he'd had anyone else's on the boat. And she wasn't quite sure where her possessiveness had come from. He'd tried to get to know her on the drive down to Eilat, and she'd rebuffed each of his attempts. She knew there was only so much a man would try, especially if another young and willing female was nearby. "If anyone needs more weights, let me know - I brought a few extras along," Avi announced, as he continued his rounds of every diver. All good, she nodded to him, as she slipped on the dive booties for a bit of extra warmth. Even in the pretty warm water she knew she might get cold if she stayed down long enough. She knew she was a temperature wimp - she hated getting cold. "Folks, there is a lot of reef to see here, and we will be going slow so we can have plenty of time to see the beautiful wild life. But please, please watch your buoyancy and your fins - do not hit the reef with your fins, and make sure not to drop down on the reef - you will damage it. We have a lot of divers coming here - we want to keep the reefs as pristine for all of us as we can." Avi took a breath and a sip of water and continued. "We were going to take you to the Caves, but we decided against it. Instead we will first head out to the Japanese Gardens, at the very end of the Nature Reserve. This site can only be reached by boat, so in addition to being beautiful, it also has the advantage of fewer divers. This will also be where we will dive the deepest, our maximum of 40 meters, and coming slowly up as we move along the reef." He rattled off the types of fish we should look out for, everyone watching him with rapt attention as he spoke of the various rays that they might see. Val knew about the Caves site - it was in Egyptian waters officially, and while relations between Israel and Egypt were polite at the moment, at least on the surface, she also knew from the papers and her family that tensions were pretty high at the moment. She's already had an argument with Aunt Leila over whether she should even go diving in Eilat, and had finally put her foot down. "We're nearly there. Make sure you have everything you need, especially your mask. We're going to be doing a giant step entry off the back of the boat, and we can get two people ready at a time, but please please don't go in at the same time. We want to make sure to be able to watch you as you get in and get settled in. Remember to give the big OK sign." She nodded - good and safe, the way she liked it. "Once we're all in and ready to go, and I'll be looking at all of you to check, so make sure you keep your eyes on me, we'll be going down the anchor line at the back of the boat. If you are relatively new, make sure to go down nice and slow, give yourself time. We're not in a rush, and we want everyone to be comfortable. On the way back, we will end back at the anchor line. Make sure to do your ten meter rest stop! "We will all gather together, and you can either hang onto the anchor line or float around a bit, but don't go off too far. When we get back up to the surface, just line up at the back of the boat - Ben will put down the ladder and help us all up. You will be wearing your tank into the boat - that's the easiest way. If you're tired and need help with it, just let Ben know. He's a pretty attentive guy, anyway," he added, winking at Ben. "Any questions?" Head shakes again, all around. Too early for questions, Val knew, especially since Avi was doing a thorough job of describing things, with an easy confidence that reassured everyone. Maybe she should have been friendlier to him, she thought. Avi went into the water first, watching the rest of them as they lined up and one by one on the step at the stern and splashed into the water using the giant step entry. Each one made the goofy OK sign with one of their arms curved, fingers touching the top of their heads, looking like bobbing Michelin tire dolls in their bulky get-ups. Val positioned herself on the step at the stern of the boat, checked her mask, put her octopus in her mouth and bit down on it, holding on to it and her mask as she took her giant step into the water. The splash was always fun when the water wasn't too cold, and after the initial shock of getting completely wet, she leaned back and enjoyed the water seeping into her skins and fins, over her breasts and between her thighs. The water was warm enough that it made her feel delicious. She dipped her head under the surface to check her mask, pressed high on the nose piece to drain all the water that had crept in during her jump, and made sure the mask was airtight around her cheeks, nose and forehead. So far, so good. Let's dive, people. When Tim jumped in, she noticed the hesitation, as if he'd made a pact with himself to jump in. He splashed and bobbed up to the surface awkwardly, then lost his octopus. Val was by his side in a few strokes, and noticed the bewildered stare behind his mask, and the water accumulating in it. She took out her snorkel. "Tim, clear your mask." He looked at her blankly. "Give Avi the OK sign, then clear the water from your mask." He looked around, found Avi staring back at him, and waved an OK with his fingers and thumb. "Uh uh, Tim, like this." Val reached her arm up to her head, touching the top with her fingertips, making a big O in the process that could be seen near and far. "Uh, OK. I forgot," Tim said, and mimicked the scuba diving signal. "Now, clear the water out of your mask. You often get some sneaking in when you first jump in, especially if the mask doesn't fit perfectly." Tim fumbled with his mask and managed to clear a lot of the water out, leaving quite a bit still sloshing around. His mask was fogging up. "Did you defog your mask?" "I did. Maybe not enough. Maybe the water rinsed out the defogging stuff." She smiled noncommittally - defogger coatings lasted quite a while, especially the commercial kind they'd passed around on the boat; the likelihood was that he'd forgotten to do it, and had been too embarrassed to confess. Not a good sign for his experience. "Well, why don't you do it again? You'll see much better. Just use your spit." She demonstrated, taking her mask off, spitting in each eye socket, rubbing the spit around to coat the entire lens, and then rinsing out the rest by sloshing the mask around in the water. He mirrored everything she did, including putting his mask back on. "All good? Why don't you check that it's water tight?" "It's good, it fits well. I'm OK,"Tim insisted, and she let him be. Looking around she noticed people were disappearing from the water's surface, only bubbles remaining where the bobbing bodies had been earlier. Avi had gone down already, but Ben was hovering still on the back of the boat, watching her and Tim carefully. She gave him a nod, then looked at Tim. "Ready to go down? Join the fun?" "Yes, ma'am," Tim answered, his enthusiasm only slightly tinged with anxiety. Val figured he hadn't been diving long, and was still a bit insecure about it. "All right, Tim. Easy does it. We'll go as slowly as you're comfortable with. The visibility looks great, and from Avi's description of the terrain, we'll have no problem seeing everyone, so there's no rush. OK?" She pulled her release valve above her head and began letting air out of her BCD, slowly enough so she could comfortably watch Tim's descent. Something about his behavior worried her a bit, but she put it out of her mind as she concentrated on clearing her own sinuses as she expelled more and more air and sank farther below the water's surface. The visibility was indeed over 50 feet, and she could already see fishes swimming by nonchalantly. The pairs of divers in the group were all below her, their streams of bubbles rising to the surface. She could see Avi floating away from the rest a bit, arms loosely folded in front of him and fins lazily waving back and forth, keeping himself level. She recognized his bright blue fins and the fluorescent green that tinged his mask. A few feet away Ylva floated next to him, her long blonde hair gathered in a pony tail that fanned out behind her. She floated quite gracefully in the water, keeping herself at a steady depth in a way that experienced divers did without even thinking about it. After taking in her surroundings, Val turned her eyes back to where should have been, a few feet above her, and found no one. She looked up and saw him, struggling with his mask, fingers pressing the bridge of the nose, evidently trying to clear water from it. She pushed off with a fin and rose back to his level, taking in his panicked eyes and his struggle to not breathe in water. She touched his arm to steady him, and saw his eyes becoming a bit calmer, but water was still accumulating in his mask. She pressed her own mask, clearing it, not because it was necessary but to show him how she did it. The water level had risen and had reached his eyes, which he shut in panic. His movements became more erratic and he reached out for her with both hands, holding his octopus only with his mouth. A fine thing to do for experienced divers, but not great for rookies. He started swallowing water and choking, trying to keep from swallowing more. She judged that he couldn't possibly have much air left in his lungs. They had been under water for less than a minute and hadn't reached much below 30 feet, so she took his arm with her own and propelled them both steadily upwards. As his head broke the water surface, he let go of the octopus and began to cough, the deep, desperate cough of someone who'd been trying to hold his breath and had run out of air. She steadied him, making sure he was OK, then dipped her own head under the water. Avi was looking up at them and had begun on his way up, his dark brown eyes wide and full of concern. She quickly made the OK sign to reassure him, put her thumb up, and he stopped. At his questioning look, she touched her mask, and he nodded. She lifted her head up above the surface again, finding Tim coughing but much less desperately than a few seconds earlier. Taking her snorkel out, she asked him: "Tim, are you OK?" "Yeah, sorry! Just couldn't clear my mask and kept taking water in. And then I had to close my eyes, and couldn't see anything. I panicked." "No need, Tim, it's OK. Have you been diving long?" She saw his discomfort. "Tim, everyone has to learn it all in the beginning. It takes time getting comfortable with it, and you will. If you're up for it, let's practice clearing your mask," and she patiently took him through the motions until he seemed to get the hang of it. She could tell he'd learned before, but she'd bet her fins he hadn't had much occasion to practice. "Ready?" When he nodded, she continued, "Let's try again. We'll take it slow. Don't worry, they won't be far. Avi will wait for us." They descended again, slowly, without any hitches this time around. Val watched Tim as he moved more comfortably, beginning to relax enough that he looked around himself, taking in the marine life and just beginning to enjoy the diving. She'd been right: Avi had waited for them. He'd led the rest of the group to hover around some Porites corals, the large mound structures radiating thick finger-like projections, nubbly and covered in slime. A slew of colorful fish, slashes of color, darted in and out of the crevices. Larger fish moved around the crowns of the coral mounds, unhurried, some grazing on the reef, others seemingly taking a mid-day promenade. As they caught up to the rest of the group, she noticed Avi turning to look for them, and Val gave him the thumbs up. He nodded his acknowledgment and gave her a smile that crinkled his eyes behind his mask and dimpled his cheeks. Val relaxed for the rest of the dive, which was uneventful except for the eels she saw, the angler fish, and the couple of small but spectacularly bright-colored nudibranchs, gracefully undulating their skirts in the water current. Two Out of Three "Nothing specific set it off that I could see," Val answered the paramedic. "She just began to behave erratically." "All right, folks. We'll take all your contact information when we get to shore, and we might need to follow up after we talk to her. Sir, are you the one in charge?" he asked Avi. "I'm the dive master, but I'm filling in for someone else. I fill in when I can. I have all my certifications in my dive bag, if you want to see them." "Eventually we'll need to take a look, for our paperwork. And we'll need to speak to the captain as soon as he's available, just to cover all the bases." Avi nodded towards Yoel, who was coming down. Ben had already helped everyone else off the boat. "One more thing," the paramedic said. "We'll need to check the air tanks." Both the captain and Avi nodded. "We'll leave everything as it is until you tell us it's OK to move. The boat doesn't have another trip for a couple of days. The usual DM is sick, and Avi is unavailable tomorrow or the day after." The medics had moved Ylva off the boat in a gurney, and Val, realizing she was no longer needed, grabbed her dive gear and followed the gurney off the boat. "Val!" She heard Avi's call and turned to see him running after her. "I really need to thank you," he said. You were outstanding." "Thanks, Avi, but I did nothing special. I'm glad it wasn't worse." She paused. "You knew, didn't you? That she was epileptic? Was that why you buddied up with her?" He nodded. "She asked me for a special favor. She's a friend of one of my army buds. She assured me it was very unlikely that anything would happen. She loves to dive, but doesn't often have the chance to do it. Most dive boats look at her health record and turn her away." "Why didn't you? Or Yoel?" "Because one of my brothers is epileptic. Most of the time he's fine, and it's kept under controlled with drugs. But it affects everything. People just worry around him all the time, as if he's too fragile to live. Listen, thanks again. Are you off to Petra tomorrow?" She nodded. "I may see you again, then. I think they may have assigned me to escort the bus. We always send an escort, just in case." He stepped up to her and embraced her tightly. She felt her chest smashed up against his, hard muscles pressing against her breasts. His arms pulled her impossibly tight, his face buried in her neck, then gave her a peck on her cheek. He felt so good in her arms, she wondered what had kept her apart from him. When she thought he'd let her go, he pulled her in again and kissed her lips. He lingered, his mouth pressing against her own, his firm full lips warm and demanding. A moan escaped her, and she parted her own lips, feeling his pelvis pressed against her, his leg muscles corded tightly against her own thighs. His tongue entered her mouth and felt her own tongue, danced against it, exploring her mouth, her teeth, lingering and stroking. She arched into him, involuntarily. Her body wanted him, that much was clear. And while pulling back, the outline of his hard shaft against her lower stomach made had already imprinted on her as he bucked slightly against her. He left his hand on her jaw and cheek for a few more seconds, his eyes boring into her own. "Val." "Avi." They each nodded, a bit awkwardly, and he smiled. "You still have my number?" She smiled. "Yes, soldier." "Call me if anything comes up. Please." She nodded, pulled her bag farther up her shoulder, and walked away to her rental car. The man had, in less than a couple of minutes, scrambled her brain cells. Two Out of Three Avi tugged on her hand and she rose, following him farther up the hillside to the caves they had seen. The heat was getting to both of them despite the sun's descent and the lengthened shadows, and they had to stop and sip their water often. The darkness of the caves was inviting. Inside one, Avi led her to one of the wide benches carved into the walls on either side. He pulled her head to his and kissed her mouth deeply, then lifted her hair and planted small kisses all the way down from behind her ear down the column of her neck to the left clavicle, then moved to her right and repeated the process in reverse. She closed her eyes, lost in the touch of his lips. "I have wanted to see your breasts again ever since I first saw them in Avdat," he said. "May I?" At her looking around, lingering to the front of the cave where others might wander in, he whispered, "There aren't going to be many tourists coming up here at this time. The day trippers are on their way back to the buses, and it's getting to be cocktail hour for the others who're staying the night." She nodded, and let him push her shirt up and over her head. The contrast between the warmth of his hands, long fingers spread out on her ribcage, and the cool air moving around the cave made her draw in her breath. He sat down on the bench and pulled her between her knees, pushing her bra up and releasing her full breasts. She looked down as his mouth closed on one nipple, standing prominently to attention, caressed by his breath and his swirling tongue. His touch became more forceful and he switched to teeth, gnawing on the swollen nubs of flesh he held. When the pain became sharper, he closed his lips around the areola and sucked while his teeth still gnawed on the nipple. She arched her back, pushing her breast farther into his mouth. "Ahhhh," she moaned, and he released one breast and moved to the other. "Avi!" He released her second nipple and rubbed his nose in her cleavage, pushing her breasts together, using his tongue to lick the sweat that coated her. His hands ran down her back, thumbs pressing into her spinal cord. When he reached the elastic waistline, he looked into her eyes, looking for an answer to his unspoken questions. She gave it to him, and he slid the skirt down around her thighs, past her knees, and helped her feet out of it. He wrapped his large hands around her thighs, bringing her mound to his nose, inhaling deeply. She felt his shudder as he drew in her scent. "Oh, Val! You are so wet, so slippery! I love your scent," he said, inhaling her again as if he was sucking in life-giving water. He used his tongue to lap up the juices that had run down the inside of her thighs, first one and then the other, and buried his nose into her pussy, pushing her panties into the cleft between her swollen labia. She couldn't restrain the movement of her hips pushing her pubis into his mouth, and he suckled her like a wild man through the silky fabric that was sopping wet from her juices. When he pushed the fabric aside with his nose and rubbed her mound downwards, reaching her clit and going back and forth, up and down, she moaned loudly and ground herself against him. He slid her panties down and spent a few seconds sniffing them deeply, eyes closed and nostrils flaring broadly, then returned his mouth to her mound. Val looked down at the top of his head, running her fingers through his soft curls and pulling him to her harder. His tongue had insinuated itself between her labia and she felt his saliva mix with her own viscosity, the tongue shoving deep into her as his hands, spread wide on her ass, pulled her into his mouth, against his teeth, pushing his tongue as deep as it could possibly go. "Please, Avi!" "Please what?" he managed in a rasp. "Please... suck my clit." Avi grinned, teasingly: "With pleasure, my dear." He then lowered his face to her glistening cunt and proceeded to suck on her, at first tentatively, then more and more desperately as he began to savor her taste and texture, flicking her clit with his tongue back and forth. He sucked to either side and licked her above and below her swollen, prominent clit, shoving his tongue into her again and again. Soon he added his hand, those long elegant fingers she remembered from when he'd helped her with her BCD, and which had held the weight of her breasts, probed her deep, his firm touch making her suck air in between her teeth. He looked up at her briefly, seeming to register her half-closed eyes and the bucking of her hips, now much more insistent. And as he continued sucking hard on her clit and pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy, she dug her fingers into his shoulders, not knowing how hard was too hard and losing the ability to care. His fingertips grazed her G-spot and his thumb rasped against the top of her vulva, and she suddenly felt the inexorable climb and clenching of her muscles and the spasms that took her over, delicious and uncontrollable. She held onto him, every muscle clenched as the spasms peaked and then, slowly, began to subside. She took his head between her hands and kissed his lips, nose, and eyes, keeping her own eyes closed. She sucked her own juices off his mouth and nose and chin, letting her mouth express every wild and wanton feeling and thought she'd had since she'd last been fucked by a man. When the picture of Josh came to her, she opened her eyes and looked into Avi's. His were much darker than Josh's. He was not Josh. Josh would never again be with her like this. "Avi, I want you to cum in me. I want you to take me, hard!" She tugged on his arms, encouraging him to stand. Her hands trembled and she fumbled with his waistband and belt until, taking pity on both of them, he undid the buckle for her. As her hands pulled down the zipper of his army fatigues, she felt the hard shaft pressing against her. He was completely naked underneath, and she didn't resist the impulse to take her in her fingers, slide down in front of him, and run her mouth and chin in the soft curls surrounding the base of his cock. He had a long, shapely cock and her mouth watered as she touched it gently with her nose and lips. When she finally wrapped lips around it, he groaned and let her pull him more deeply into her mouth. She ran her tongue along the long vein that led to the small notch at the base of the helmet, and sucked him in again and again, her cheeks tight against his shaft. But she didn't want him to cum in her mouth, not the first time. She stood and turned and, stepping forward, she propped her hands on the bench in front of her and looked at him over her shoulder. "Cum in me, Avi. Take me!" "Let me pull on a condom." "Are you clean?" "We get tested regularly. I am clean, darling. Are you sure? Are you clean, are you protected?" She nodded and turned away from her, bending her head forward and rubbing her ass cheeks against his cock. She felt him probing her with the head, moving his cock up and down against her vulva, becoming slick with her drippings. "Please, god!" He slid his cock into her, a smooth entry, while she, head thrown back, squeezed him with her cunt's muscles, sucking him even farther into her. He began the timeless rhythm in and out of her, his cock setting the walls of her cunt aflame as he filled her perfectly, the head scraping against her G-spot and his balls slapping against her ass. She could no longer tell whether he was pulling her or she was pushing into him, and they fell into a perfect dance in which they moved together, stroking in and out. At his deepest, he rubbed against her cervix and she screamed like a wild animal. "I'm cumming, Val! Please, please, cum with me, I can't... I can't hold back!" and as he erupted his seed into her, her cunt closed on him and she joined his spasms, magnified. She felt completely filled by him and with him. He relaxed his head against her back and his arms embraced her, strong and tight and needy. As his cock slowly slid out of her, his seed spilled out of her, running down her legs. She turned and sat on the bench, leaning her head and back against the wall. He crouched in front of her, and leaned his head on her thigh, mouth near her cum-filled cunt. When she felt his mouth move again towards her cunt, she moved her hips towards him. "Avi..." He put his lips on her labia and sucked the mixture of his juices and hers into his mouth, the suction arousing her and bringing on another spasm. Then he raised his head to her and smiled, and she lowered her mouth to his. They shared their fluids, thick and salty, a slight tangy aftertaste she couldn't assign to herself or to him. When they ran out of air and had to break off the kiss, they looked into each other's eyes and were lost. "Come sit next to me," she patted the bench next to her. "Thank you." "Thank you, Val." His hand loosely around her waist, he pulled her head to his chest and they relaxed, feeling and listening to their heartbeats. She thought about how comfortable and relaxed she felt around him. Just like she'd felt with Josh. Strange, she thought she might have felt guilty, as if cheating on Josh's memory. Avi was definitely Josh, no mistaking the two. But Josh would have liked Avi, she was sure of it, and would have approved. "So, I hate to break the mood, but I'm starving. Lunch was a little rushed," he chuckled. "Yes, I hear faint rumbles that may be coming from your stomach. Come to think of it, me too." "There are two restaurants near our hotel that are really good." "What kind of food?" she asked. "One is sort of French-Lebanese. The other serves awesome seafood, brought fresh over from Aqaba. We're not that far here. That's why it was such an important trade route." "Hmmmm... which one is better?" "Well, I love seafood. Can never get enough. What about you?" "The French-Lebanese place sounded kind of interesting. Not what I normally get." "Then we'll go there!" "But you wanted seafood. I love seafood, too. Tell you what. Let's do rock, paper, scissors. That's how we'll decide." She felt him stiffen under her. "What's wrong?" "No, nothing. Let's do it," he said, and held his hand between them. When he won the first time, she asked, smiling, "Two out of three?"