14 comments/ 18023 views/ 7 favorites Her Hero By: Machiavellix I couldn't sleep. I had been trying for what seemed like hours. So, I went for a walk to the park, hoping that would allow me to checkmate the sandman. That's when I came upon the situation. A guy and a girl in what seemingly looked like an argument. Finding myself not ready to return home yet, I decided to eavesdrop on the squabble. From what I gathered he was her boyfriend and wanted a piece of her "teasing" ass, as he so quaintly put it. I thought to myself, "I don't blame him." The girl was obviously hot. Golden locks down past her shoulders. A slight tan, that probably yielded some lines on her bra, assuming she wore one during her session. Nice sized breasts, that any guy would feel privileged to get a feel of. And even though, she wasn't smiling, you could tell her green eyes had a kind warmth to them. Hell, it even looked like she had dimples, and I was a sucker for dimples. I snapped back to reality as the yelling got louder, and before I knew it, he had grabbed a shoulder and looked like he was about to hit her. Without thinking I jumped in. Grabbed him by the back of his collar, and with a ferocity I had never seen in myself before, threw him against the brick all of the downtown pub. I pushed my forearm into his throat and told him he needs to back off. "This is none of your business, man, back off," he said to me in attempt to intimidate me. However, my face was inches from his and I could see the fear in his eyes. "I think you need to leave before you regret any actions." This sent him scurrying. After he ran off, I turned back to the girl, and she hugged me. After thanking me, I asked her what had happened. "That was my boyfriend. He wanted me to have sex with him, and I wouldn't do it. The more I denied him the angrier he got. If you hadn't shown up when you did...." she trailed off and hugged me again. I hesitantly hugged her back. After a bit my brain formed a few words, "Do you live around here?" "Yes, but I'm supposed to be sleeping over with a girlfriend of mine. I wasn't even supposed to be with him." "How old are you?" The thought suddenly crossing my mind. "18. My name is Holly." "Tim," I replied. Briefly, it occurred to me that she was legal, even to my 26. Then I put it out considering what she'd been through tonight. "I know we just met, but I can't go home. Is there any chance of staying with you tonight?" She asked me, her green eyes portraying how desperate she was. Well-" I started before she cut me off. She sighed. "I understand," and she started to walk away. I perked up. "You didn't let me finish. I was going to say my place is still a ways away if you don't mind walking." She turned around, with a smile on her face. As we started walking we got into conversation. Despite the 8 year age difference we seemingly had a lot in common. Type of music, movies, she even had a love of sports. When we got back to my apartment, I found my arm was around her. Unfortunately, I had just moved into said apartment, so I didn't have a bed yet. However, I did have a couch and an air mattress. I offered her the choice and she took the couch. So I inflated my air mattress and we chatted a bit more. Finally, we mutually decided it was time to say goodnight. We both laid our heads down on our respective pillows, and I stole a glance at her, once again thinking how I wanted to touch her. And once again, I put it out of my head. 15 minutes had passed, and I was about to drift off when I felt a hand touch mine. I opened my eyes and found her staring down at me from the couch. I watched her back for several seconds taking in her angelic beauty, when finally I asked her if anything was wrong. Softly she spoke, "I never said thank you for what you did tonight." "Yes, you did, plenty of times on the way home," I replied giving her a smile. "Not the way you deserve to be, my hero." And with that she slid herself off the couch far enough to dip in and kiss me at first. It started out as innocent, when suddenly I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, caressing mine. She slid the rest of the way off the couch and fell into my arms, all the while continuing our embrace. She slid her hands up my chest and ground herself against my boxers. I felt the stirring inside that I'd been feeling all night, but this time I didn't hold back. I stopped for a quick second and asked. "Are you a virgin?" "No. Well, yes and no. I was 16 and passed out when my boyfriend at the time took advantage of me. I may not have my virginity, but I still have never felt anyone inside me. Does that bother you?" She looked up at me, searching for understanding. "Of course not, I-" In the blink of an eye she had my boxers down, and my hardening dick in her mouth. Licking up and down the side of it, twirling her tongue around the head of it, she was going to town with gusto. I couldn't help but let out a moan, seeing how I had been wanting this ever since I first seen her over an hour ago. I lightly placed my hands on her head and started running my hands through her soft locks. She took in as much of my 8 inches as she could, her drool starting to pool around my base. She took her mouth off and started to suck on my balls, enjoying every moment of it. I so wanted to lick her pussy, but before I could do it, I had to be sure of something. "Do you really want this?" I asked, looking into her eyes. In a throaty voice she groaned with pleasure and said, "Yes." I picked her up and sat down on the couch, with her straddling my lap, and I took off her shirt. My lips instantly locked onto one of her luscious C cup sized breasts. My tongue roaming over her soft skin, she threw her head back and moaned over and over again, her nips obviously sensitive. After spending a small amount of time on her lovely bosom, and nearly bringing her to climax from that alone, I grabbed her hands in mine and slowly lowered her off the couch, hanging her in midair. I slid her up and slid myself down the couch so that her pussy, although still having panties on, was right in my face. I proceeded to lick her panties, feeling the cotton as my tongue dragged across her clit. This drove her crazy, and she started to moan once again, her hair flying every which way. I had to concentrate to not drop her, she was grinding her cottoned pussy against my artistic tongue. The panties were becoming soaked, combined with my licking and her floodgate-like juices. I could taste her through the cotton, and it was delicious. "Take my panties off," she begged me obviously lost in her deep passion. "I want to feel your tongue against my bare pussy." Wondering how to accomplish this while I still balanced her on the couch, I had an idea. Gripping her panties with my teeth, I dragged them up and off, unveiling her gorgeous kitty to my sex starved eyes. Pulling her up to me again, I went to town on her dripping cunt. "OOHHH MMMY GGOOOD LICK ME!!" She screamed. I did just that. I started out around her inflamed pussy lips, working my way to her clit, where I sucked and nibbled up a storm. She was thrashing harder and harder, and I knew soon I would have to have my dick slipping up this beautiful pussy. "Oh baby, lick me, your tongue feels like heaven!! Tongue fuck me, my hero!" I did as she asked. Dipping my tongue inside her folds, I wiggled it around getting as much as I could. Finally I had to come up for air, and when I did that I brought her face up to mine again. I offered her my tongue and she took it, tasting her fluids like it was nectar of the gods. I'd had enough. I reached inside the nightstand of my drawer pulling out a condom. She tore it open and lovingly slid it down my cock. Then she straddled me again, and slowly dropped down as my dick slid inside her hot, tight pussy. She put her hands around my neck and started riding me up and down, her hair bouncing in stride. She kissed me, over and over again. I had to be careful not to cum too soon, I wanted it to be special for both of us. "Fuck me Tim. Oh, baby, drive that cock inside me. It feels wonderful. FASTER! HARDER!" I slammed my hips up into her, her hips slapping against mine. The couch started to move with us as passionately found ourselves giving into each other's pleasure. I found myself moaning too, which was something I never did. I had never been turned on like this by anyone ever before. My dick felt like it grew to enormous proportions inside her milking cunt. "OH BABY, I'M GONNA CUM ON YOUR DICK!" She screamed. "I'm right behind you, sweet baby." "AAAAUUUUGGGGHH MMYY GGOOOODDDD!!!" She convulsed in her obvious climax. I started to wonder if the neighbors might call the cops, but the though left my head when my orgasm hit. The cum shot out my dick and pooled inside the condom. I was about to stop when I realized, I was still hard. I slid myself off, ripped the condom from my dick, and threw it in the wastebasket. Then, still hard, I pushed her onto her hands and knees, and fucked her from behind, doggystyle. I grabbed her hips and rammed my dick inside her. She was too weak to even hold herself up as I heard her scream in pleasure over and over again, slamming her ass back to meet my invading dick. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed the back of her neck. She turned her head and our tongues met each other, playing a kind of oral kung-fu. Her pussy juices were sliding down my balls and dripping on the couch. "Oh, my god, Holly, you are so fucking hot. Your a natural at fucking," I found myself saying. "It's only cause I'm with you, babe. AAAAUUUGHGH I'm coming again! Fuck me harder Tim!" I drove my dick inside her as deep and fast as I could possibly go. Feeling her volcanic pussy go off, I was near orgasm again, myself. "I'm gonna cum, baby!" "I want it in my mouth. I want to taste you." I pulled out and she went to work on prick. It wasn't long before I was erupting inside her mouth. She tried to take as much of it as she could but some of it dribbled down her chin. She picked it up with her hands and licked it off. I was dumbfounded. I had only met this girl a mere couple of hours ago, and I realized I loved her. Since the couch had been soaked with our fluids, we both laid on the air mattress, holding each other in our arms. I had a terrible thought. "What about your boyfriend?" I asked feeling my heart drop. She seemed to recognize my sudden sadness. "What boyfriend?" She looked at me and smiled. Then laid her head against my chest. "I already have my hero." ********* Part of the above story is true. I did break up the fight, however, afterwards I only took her home and never saw her again. This was my first story. Be gentle. I know I did the job for myself. I have plenty of other ideas, across many other genres, so if you didn't enjoy this one, you may enjoy the others. Her Hero: Ben's Story For Ben, my favorite truckie and the guys down in Engine Company 28. Thanks for being my biggest fans... Hey Chief.. where's my transfer papers? As they pulled up to the scene, the crew could tell that it was going to be a good fire. Initial size up showed smoke coming through the basement and attic windows on the north side of the two and a half story residential. The neighbor was yelling at the firemen that the girl who lived there was still inside the large Victorian house. Ben grabbed his tools and went to work on the front door. They popped the door and started the primary search. They found her on the floor in the third room they searched, overcome by smoke. Her face was covered in soot but Ben could see that she was very pretty in any other situation. He looked up and saw the flames impinging the ceiling and he knew it was time to get out of there. Ben grabbed her with the help of his partner and came out of the house yelling for the rescue squad. He put her down and started to assess her. Rescue came over with the oxygen and a stretcher. They transferred her from the ground to the stretcher and started to take vitals. After a few minutes on a non-rebreather, she was starting to come around. The first thing she saw when she came to was Ben hovering over her. His helmet off and his nomex hood around his neck. He was dirty and stunk to high heaven from the smoke inside the house but he was sticking around to make sure she made it. "Who are you and what happened?" she asked. "M'am, you're looking at God's gift to firefighting", said Hollywood laughing. Ben was the low man on the shift and he took a good deal of teasing from the guys for his good looks and the ability to pick up women in the damnedest places. "It's ok darlin'. Your house caught on fire and we pulled you out of there. You took in some smoke and you're going to need to go to the hospital to get checked out." Ben was putting on all the charm he could muster. The redhead was built nicely and Ben couldn't help but stare at her. She had amazing green eyes and Ben knew instantly that he wanted to get to know her under better conditions. Mike whisked her off to the ambulance with one of the guys from the rescue company and Ben thought he saw the last of his red headed princess. Hollywood grabbed him to go back in the house to do mop up. They were a bit short handed due to the budget cuts. When they got back to the station, Ben called the hospital to find out how she was doing and she had already been released. At least he knew he saved her life, even though he didn't know her name and regulations prevented him from getting it from the Rescue. A few weeks later, an amazing looking red head pulled up to the station in a corvette convertible and asked the first firefighter she saw if any of them responded to the fire on Park Avenue a few weeks ago. Sean remembered the fire and remembered her from the rescue. He called out to Ben that someone was there to see him. Ben came out from the back of the bays and saw his dream woman. He tripped over the bunker gear at the side of the truck trying to walk over to her. He couldn't talk and he couldn't walk. Sean just shook his head, walked inside and muttered "Truckie" under his breath. He fixed his boots and went in the back to find the rest of the crew so they wouldn't miss the hottie talking to Ben. Hollywood called out to the Chief to come witness Ben in action. Everyone in the station migrated to the bay door. By then, Ben found out she was single and got a cell number. She got into the car and called out to him that she'd see him the next day. The guys teased him about picking up girls in the oddest places then the alarm went in for a structure fire. They all dashed for their gear and rolled out lights and sirens. Ben dressed up for his date with the redheaded angel and went to her hotel to pick her up for their "date". He was hoping to lay hose with her before they even went out to dinner. He figured, he saved her life, she should suck his dick. He knocked on the door of her room and she yelled for him to come in. She was standing naked in the far corner of the room by the king sized bed. Ben mentally did an arm pump and went over to her, stripping off his clothes as he walked. Within a minute they were in bed and Ben was all over her. His mouth tasted her smooth skin and she tasted like cinnamon and smelled like the spice cookies his grandmother used to make. He sucked on her pert nipple then kissed his way down to her belly. She reached for him and he sucked in his breath as she tightly gripped his hard on and started to stroke him. He rolled over and laid on his back so she could work her magic. She moved down the bed and took him in her mouth. The wet warmness spread from the tip to the rest of his body. She sucked on him with gentle pressure as she stroked his shaft. Her mouth rubbed back and forth over his head and he leaned his head back with his eyes closed letting her take him to a new level of consciousness. She nibbled on his shaft just under his head and he writhed on the bed. She was going to make him cum soon if she kept up what she was doing. She sucked on his balls one by one and stroked the area between his balls and his ass. She went back to sucking on his cock and stroking him at the same time. "Oh god baby don't stop. I'm gonna cum" moaned Ben. She kept doing what she was doing a little faster and his moans got louder and deeper. He breathlessly told her he was cuming as a hot wad hit the back of her mouth. She swallowed every last drop he could give her and she licked him clean. He begged her to stop because he was sensitive and she was driving him nuts. She laughed and slid up along side him. He put an arm around her and told her she handled hose well. He started playing with her double d breasts. He liked how soft they were and how her nipples pointed in opposite directions when they were erect. He teased them with his tongue and she gasped with delight. She slid her hand between her thighs and started fingering herself. She asked him if he ever saw a woman get herself off and he said sure but only in the movies. She told him it got her off having guys watch her play. He was all game to watch until he was ready to go again. She had long nails and they looked like jewels holding open the gates of heaven as she spread her lips apart to play. She made slow lazy circles with her fingertips over her clit. She leaned her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes as her fingers moved faster. She gasped then began to moan. Ben couldn't help himself anymore and reached over to where she was playing and started to help her. His fingers quickly found her wetness and he began play with her clit. He was barely touching her, but he could feel her heat increase with each stroke. He moved his body between her legs and lowered his face to her dripping lips. He licked her slowly, getting every drop of her cum. He licked her slit up and down slowly, tasting her and savoring her taste. She tasted like honey to him and his tongue had a mind of its own as it explored her. He sucked on her clit. Her moans became louder as she arched her back, trying to get closer to his wonderful mouth. He sucked her harder and she squirmed against his face even more. He wanted her to cum hard for him so he slipped a finger inside her slick pussy. She responded to his touch and he could feel her gripping at his finger. He slid another finger in with the first and she gasped as he started to stroke in and out of her. Seconds later she was begging him to go faster and she was writhing on the bed like a mad woman as she came for him. Ben let her rest a few seconds before he mounted her. He had a raging hard on that needed to be taken care of. He had her roll over and he pulled her up by her waist so that her ass was facing him. He rubbed his hardened steel rod up and down her slit then shoved it in. He wasn't being gentle at all and she seemed to like him getting rough with her. He plowed into her like a mad man. He was slamming his dick into her as if he was a fork and she was a piece of meat. He smacked her ass a few times and she cried out in pain. He slowed down his strokes and told her to play with herself while he fucked her. She did as she was told and began to moan loudly. He ordered her to rub faster and soon she was rubbing herself to the rhythm of his stroking and she began to cum again. As she came for him, he slid a finger in her ass and she bucked against him uncontrollably. He could feel her pussy tighten against him as she came over and over again for him. He pumped her harder as he felt her contractions ease up and soon he was about to explode himself. He could feel his balls tighten and he knew he was going to fill her hole soon. He slowed down a bit and enjoyed her wetness a few minutes until he started to hurt and it was time to fill her with his cream. She was still kind of out of it from her release. Ben was almost holding her up to fuck her. He pulled out of her pussy and dripped her cum on her sweet asshole. He always wanted to ass fuck a girl and she seemed to like it when he put his finger in her ass. He rubbed his dick against her ass and she didn't tell him to stop. He lined it up and shoved his way in. She screamed then moaned louder than she had before. He loved how tight it was. A few pumps and he was shooting white hot cum into her. He pulled out and laid beside her. They were both shot and fell asleep across the bed. The next morning Ben woke up to find her still asleep beside him. He got up and got dressed. He was due into work that evening and he had a lot of stuff to do before he went in. He tried to get out of her hotel room before she woke up, but she rolled over and said good morning to him. He told her he had to go and she told him that she still owed him dinner and she planned on paying her debt. "Stop by the firehouse around 11 tonight and bring something with you. I'm sure we can find some place quiet to eat at the station and not be too bothered. Most of the guys are asleep by then anyway," said Ben. She agreed to meet with him and he let himself out. She laughed as she thought about having sex on one of the trucks. She was sure he'd be game for it. Her Hero Sailor Here I was a white man, in my mid thirties alone on a small island off of the coast of Thailand. I had been sailing around the world in my yacht ever since I left the Marines. After five years in the army and half of that being in Iraq I decided that killing other human beings was not a career choice I was willing to engage in. So I left as soon as my tour was up, sold my house, bought a 30ft yacht (the Mae West) and went sailing. I had never married, or had a steady girlfriend during my time in the Marines as I figured that I could not put a love one through the pain of my death. The first few months were a thrill and a steep learning curve. Even though I was an experienced sailor, nothing you can do ever prepares you for and around the world voyage. I had left Florida behind me many months earlier, and was now heading through the dangerous waters of Southeast Asia. I had put in and anchored in a small sheltered bay on the seaward side of a remote island. It was covered in thick forest and rimmed by bright white sands. I had stopped there just for a break and had taken my dingy ashore to have a look around before I left for Borneo the next morning. I had been walking around for several hours, as the island was quite large and hilly, when I emerged from the forest into a clearing. In this clearing was a small ramshackle hut. It looked like it hadn't been lived in for a seriously long time. So I figured that I would check it out, there might be some interesting items left lying around. As I near I thought I heard noises coming from the hut. Probably just a critter of some sort, I thought to myself. Then came the noise of wood scrapping along wood, and the muffled sounds of voices speaking in a foreign language. As I crept closer I heard a scream, a woman's scream. The hut was set up on short stilts so I crawled underneath to see if I could see anything through any gaps in the floor I could find. It didn't take long for there was a multitude of split floorboards and rotted out knotholes. I looked up and saw the legs of a man standing there with a machete in his hand. I looked around and saw another man with his pants down around his ankles, he was raping a young woman on a low bench, and as yet another man was holding her arms down. The poor girl was trying to shake her self free, but couldn't. She continued to scream loudly as the man continued to rape her. He then punched her right in the face to shut her up. It worked as I saw her slump down onto the table unconscious, and bleeding profusely from her nose. That was it. I could not let this happen to any woman. Luckily I was carrying around my trusty sawn-off pump action shotgun, I had as protection from wild animals and pirates, which regularly roamed these areas. I stuck the shortened barrel up into the hole I had been looking through and squeezed the trigger. The sound of the gun startled the three men, none more so than the man I was aiming at. He copped the full blast in his groin, dozens of tiny metal pellets were sent flying up into it, shredding whatever happened to be in their way. He dropped to the ground clutching at his groin, blood pouring between his fingers, a main artery had been severed and he would bleed out within minutes. I automatically pumped the reloading mechanism of the gun and rolled out from under the hut. No sooner had I stood up than a mad little Asian guy came running at me with another machete. I pointed the shotgun at him and pulled the trigger, another roar as the gun discharged. This guy took the full load in his chest; he was dead even before he hit the ground. I pumped the shotgun, reloading another cartridge into the firing chamber. Now it was the rapist's turn. I rounded the side of the hut and walked up the few stairs to the front door, except there was no front door only a doorway, which led into the single open room. To my right was a pile of clothing and blanket on a tattered couch, to my left was the table where the unconscious woman continued to lay. I scanned the room for the rapist; he had to be here somewhere, as there wasn't really enough space to hide in. I walked in and from behind a small partition he jumped screaming, all he had in his hands was a small knife. I walked towards him warily but not intimidated, compared to the insurgents in Iraq this guy was just a local bully. I kept coming at him until he rushed at me. Instead of wasting another shell I turned the gun around and smashed the butt into his face. He crumpled to the floor like the sack of crap he was. I left him lying there unconscious, I had plans for him, but that would have to wait until later. I needed to check on the woman. I quickly walked over to the low table and checked her pulse; yes she was still alive, but very unconscious. She was also naked, dark purple and black bruises covered her beautiful body. It was such a shame that men had to treat women with such contempt. I looked around and saw a blanket spread out on the couch. I gently picked her up and carried her over to it. She groaned softy from the pain as I placed her on the blanket. I grabbed the side of the blanket and draped it over her, to cover her nakedness. It was as if I was a prude of anything, but I figured after what she had just been through she deserved at least a semblance of dignity from me. Now back to that rapist bastard. He was still lying crumpled on the floor but was slowly regaining his consciousness. I grabbed him by the shirt and through him onto the now vacant table. I used several other blankets to bind his arms and legs to the table. I could see that he still had an erection from before. The bastard was still getting off on this. So I cut away his pants to reveal a tiny four-inch dick. "Call that a dick?" I asked the man rhetorically. The man's eyes widened as he watched my pick up the knife he had dropped. It looked sharp enough but I hoped it wasn't for what I was about to do next. I reached down and took his dick in my hand and pulled it up. With my other hand I sliced through its base with his own knife, he screamed in pain, but the shirt I had stuffed in his mouth blocked most of it. Blood spurted everywhere as I dropped his lifeless member on the floor. Next I reached down and separated his balls from his body, with similar results. These too I dropped onto the blood stained floor. He passed out from the pain. He would either die from blood loss of from thirst, as there was no fresh water on this island. I figured that killing the little rat bastard was the least I could do for the young lady. I returned my attention to the young woman. She was still unconscious; it was the mind's way of trying to block out distressing situations. I carried her along the beaches to where I had left my dingy. I tried to put her in the most comfortable position I could find in the cramp little boat. I started the outboard and sped off as fast as I could towards the Mae West who was moored a little ways off shore. I tied up the dingy to the stern of my yacht and placed her aboard. I then moved her into the main cabin of my yacht. It wasn't big but it was roomy enough for several people to live aboard for extended periods of time. I placed her on my double bed and went to start the yacht's auxiliary engine. We needed to get away fast, and there was little wind around. The diesel engine roared to life and slowly pushed the boat forward. I plotted a course south on the autopilot, away from the island. I was heading towards Borneo, so I figured I could drop her off somewhere in the south. After making sure that all my rigging and deck lights were extinguished I went below again. It had looked like she had regained momentary consciousness, and then slid to the floor after passing out again. I had only seen a part of what had happened to her, so goodness knows what else they had subjected the poor girl to. I spread the blanket she had been wrapped in over my bed and laid her down on top of it. I left her naked as I had yet to check if she had any major wounds. So I went to my medical kit and brought it over to the bed. The first thing that needed doing was to clean the blood from her to see if the rapist had broken her nose when he punched her. Seeing how much blood there was I went and got a small bucket of warm water mixed with some disinfectant to slow down any infections that may set in. I dipped the clean rag into the bucket, squeezed the excess water out and began to carefully clean away the congealed blood. It took several minutes to get it to a point where I could safely say that she did not have a major broken nose. There was an awful lot of swelling, but I could not feel any breaks, so that was the first good sign. I then turned my attention to her upper body. I cleaned off a lot of grime and dried bodily fluids off of her chest. As I gently wiped over her breasts she moaned ever so softly and her nipples started to harden. It was then that I noticed that there was a shallow cut across her left breast that was about two inches long. It probably happened when they cut her dress open and bra off. I made sure I cleaned it well, applied antiseptic cream and put a small rectangular bandage over it. Most of her upper body was covered in bruises, and there was nothing I could do for those. She must have had a belly ring at some stage, because there was a chunk taken out of her belly button. The small wound had healed somewhat, but was still slightly swollen and inflamed. So I rubbed some antiseptic cream on it too, but did not put a bandage over it, as it was too small to worry about. Down towards her mound there was more blood, grime and human bodily fluids. So I gently and slowly wiped it all away, hoping desperately that she did not wake up and find me with my hand between he legs and think that I was one of her rapists. So I quickly moved on after making sure that she had no external injuries. I was not about to violate her pussy again, after what she had already been through recently. I cleaned her legs, which were covered in bruises as well. I rolled her over as gently as I could and cleaned her back. They had beaten her at some time because there were several large elongated welts that had broken the skin, as well as many splinters from the table she had been raped on. After seeing all this carnage that had cause to her body I was glad I had wasted all of the low life bastards back on that soulless island. I took my time cleaning and bandaging her back. By the time I had finished her back looked like a patchwork of bandages. I then moved onto her butt. It too was covered in bruises and welts, but at least these did not break the skin. I left her on her stomach so that she did not put too much pressure on her back. I covered her with another blanket, and went topside to see how far we had travelled. The auxiliary motor was only designed to travel 8knots at best, so we had been hugging away for the past two hours and had only travelled 12 nautical miles away from the island. I hoped that we had not been seen, or the shotgun blasts heard by a friend of the rapists, because if they had a speed boat it would only take them half an hour or so to reach us. But as the afternoon turned into night and I heard or saw no other watercraft around me I began to relax it little more. Even so I stayed awake all night sitting watch just in case the morning held a surprise for us. It was not too long after dawn when I heard movement below, she must be awake, 'this will be interesting' I thought to myself. Moments later she poked her head through the hatch and stepped up onto the deck wrapped in the blanket I had covered her with. She saw me standing behind the helm controls and the shotgun that was within arms reach. "Wh..wh..who are you?" she asked as she blinked from the brightness of the morning sun. "Are you one of them." She added. "No, I'm not" was all I said in reply. "Got clothes?" she asked. "Yep, down below." I answered back. She turned around and headed back down to the cabin. The blanket that she had wrapped around herself had covered all of her except one butt cheek, which was peeking out from underneath a corner. Even with its bruised appearance it still radiated a coppery glow under the sunlight. She had made it all the way down the hatch when her head popped back up. "Thank you." She said softly, before she disappeared below again. This was going to be an interesting part of the journey to say the least. After double-checking our GPS position I throttled down the motor back to 5 knots, partly to save fuel, but also because I no longer feared attack from a hoard of screaming rapist pirates. The wind had picked up, but I decided against running up the sails, as I couldn't look after the young woman and sailing the boat at the same time. I heard her rummaging around down below for some cloths for quite some time. It shouldn't have been too hard to find some clothes to put on, maybe she was a little on the fussy side. But that line of logic was quickly quashed when I heard the sizzling of fat and caught the smell of cooking bacon as it wafted out from the cabin into the fresh breeze. Secure in the knowledge that the yacht was going where it was supposed to be I went below. I found the young woman standing over the small camping stove that I had built into the cramped galley of the cabin. She had obviously found some appropriate clothes to wear, for she was wearing a small emerald green bikini top that barely covered her nipples and a pair of very small shorts. I recognised those pieces. They were the property of a very beautiful blonde Australian girl I had picked up in Brisbane who had sailed with me around the Pacific Islands for a month. I remembered that was a very relaxing month, but I had no idea she still had clothes aboard. She saw me duck into the cabin and told me to have a seat as she plated up the fried bacon rashers, two pieces of toast and some fried eggs. It looked good and smelled better. I hadn't eaten for nearly a day, and goodness knows how long she had been without a proper meal. After serving up my plate she served herself up and equally large plate of food. Yep, she was hungry too. "What's your name?" she asked me in a delicate voice. "Evan. Evan Wallace." I replied. "And yours?" I asked back, in between mouthfuls of toast. "Mae-Ling. Mae-Ling Wolverton." She replied before she started eating her own breakfast. The next few minutes we just looked at each other silently and finished our breakfast. It was an awkward silence. I didn't know what to say to a woman whom I had just rescued from being raped. How do you start a conversation with that? But she must have been reading my thoughts because she asked, "you want to know what was going on back there, don't you?" I just nodded my head in reply. So she started telling me how she had been kidnapped at Bangkok airport. She was immediately blindfolded and sedated. Eventually she was taken to a small fishing village where she was put on a small boat and taken to that desolate island with her three would be rapists. Apparently she had been there for over two days, but she wasn't entirely sure as they kept her drugged most of the time. During that time they brutalised and raped her repeatedly. Her physical wounds were a testament to her torment. She vaguely remembered what had occurred when I arrived, so she asked me what happened to the three rapists. I simply told her that they would never harm even as much as a fly in the future. I'm pretty sure she got my drift. She also told me to head for Singapore, as that is where she lived. I asked her if she wanted to get ashore sooner I could do so. She said no, she felt safer with me at the moment. During the whole time she telling me her story, she was fingering the bandage I had placed on her left breast. It must have been itchy, which is a good sign, because it means it was healing well. "Ah, do want me to have a look at your bandages to see if they need changing?" I asked cautiously. "Oh yes, my back hurts, but this one is just a bit itchy that's all." She replied. "Okay. I'll need you to stay seated while I go and get my med kit." I stated. "Sure." Was all she said. I grabbed my med kit from the storage locker and put it on the galley's table where we had been sitting for breakfast. The bandage sat just above the top of her bikini top and was therefore easily accessible. I slowly peeled back the sticking plaster bandage and looked at the wound. It was healing nicely. Within a day or two it would scab over, she would be left with a small scar as a reminder of her ordeal. I picked up the tube of antiseptic cream, unscrewed the lid and squirted out a little onto my finger. I then gentle applied it by running my finger down the length of the wound. The coldness of the cream caused the skin around it to erupt in goose bumps. Mae-ling let out a brief giggle. I looked at her. "It tickled" she said. Trying to ignore that sexually charged comment I reapplied the bandage. "I'll do you back now." I said as I moved around to her back. "Oh, um. I'm going to need to undo this to get at all the bandages." I said referring to the straps of the bikini top. "That's okay." She said as she placed her hands over her breasts. So I pulled the string that undid the bow. It took a while to check that the welts were subsiding, and that the open wounds were closing over. I applied more antiseptic cream to those that needed it and changed the bandages that needed changing. While I had been tending to her wounds her back rippled with visible shivers at the touch of my cream covered fingers. How could someone who had been as traumatised as her be able to feel aroused by my touch. I couldn't figure it out, so I left it. I finished by tying her bikini top back up. "There all done." I said as I started to pack up the medical kit and stowed it away. No sooner had I done this and turned around when she stood up and kissed my on the cheek. "Thank you." She whispered into my ear. "And what you did last night felt good too." She said as she moved back into the galley area to finish cleaning up our breakfast. I quickly went topside again to reconfigure the GPS and autopilot navigation control for a heading towards Singapore. I was very confused about Mae-Ling's intensions and actions. Over the next few days Mae-Ling's wounds had healed up quite well, some were still tender and swollen. The vast majority had all but disappeared and none needed bandages anymore. The close confines of the yacht were not conducive to hiding from the other person. So we chatted about stuff and I even started to show her how to sail the yacht. Then one morning a squall hit, with high winds and driving rain. Mae-Ling had been topside with me, She got drenched and quickly went below deck. I had to finish reefing in the sails to stop them from being battered to pieces by the winds. The auxiliary motor had been turned off days ago when we hit good tail winds. I checked the radar for signs of other shipping and the weather outlook. There were no other boats around so we weren't going to drift into anything, so we could ride out the storm in a few hours. After double-checking that the rigging was secure I too went below. I was dripping wet by the time I got to the cabin. I ducked through the hatch to be greeted by the sight of Mae-Ling drying herself off with a towel. I stood there stunned with my mouth hanging open. "I do believe Evan, that you have seen a naked woman before. In fact you have already see me naked before. So here." She said as she threw a towel at me. "Dry yourself off before you catch a cold." "Here!!" I said incredulously. "Yes here. Where else do you have to go silly." She said in jest. So I put the towel aside and pulled my wet t-shirt off, it was a struggle as it clung to my skin. Next came my shorts. Now I was as naked as she was. I always went commando when I was aboard the Mae West. I picked up the towel and began to dry myself, forgetting for the moment that Mae-Ling was even on the boat. After I finished I gathered up my wet clothes and towel and threw them in my dirty clothes pile, which was really a plastic milk crate. Now I needed some dry clothes to put on. So I headed aft to get some. I walked past the galley and radio alcove to the little recess where my bed was situated. To my surprise Mae-Ling was laying there still completely naked, with a big cheeky grin on her face. Her Hero Sailor I stood there and took in the sight of this beautiful woman. For the first time I noticed how young she looked. She probably was no more than 21 years old. The long black hair that cascaded far past her shoulders was glistening under the light. Her Eurasian features were quite striking. As were her breasts. Even though I had seen them previously, I hadn't really looked at them in this way. They were big, but not huge, about a good handful and they were tipped by a pair of small brown pointy nipples. Her mound protruded slightly from a patch of black carefully trimmed hair. To top this all off was her copper coloured skin. Damn she was beautiful I thought as I climbed onto the bed with her. "Nice of you to join me" she said as she pulled herself over to me. "Nice of you to be here." I replied cheekily. "Mmm." Was all the reply I got before she locked her lips together with mine. We were instantly consumed with passion for each other. Our tongues danced around each other, our hands gliding over each other's skin, gently caressing it. Mae-Ling eventually pulled away. I looked at her longingly, but still wondering at the mental and physical resilience of this beautiful woman. "This is for saving Me." She said. But before I could reply to her she placed a finger over my mouth and said "Shhhh, just let me do it for you." She then proceeded to move down to my hips, gently kissing my chest and stomach on her way down. Oh my goodness, how could this be happening, I thought to myself. She finally reached my dick, which was beginning to recover from being drenched in the cold water of the rain. She took it in her delicate hand and began to give me one serious hand-job. She continued doing this for a while until paused for a moment to position her mouth over the head of my dick. No sooner had she begun to toy with it using her tongue I grabbed at her legs and hauled them over my shoulder. Now I could reciprocate what she was doing to me. With her pussy hovering just millimetres over my head I used some fingers from both hands to pry open her pussy lips. And the most beautiful moist pink flower stared back at me. Within seconds I was ravishing her pussy with my tongue. Licking along its entire length, around the little nubbin of flesh that was her clit, and around the entrance to her love tunnel. It was sending her crazy and she responded with her own actions against my fully erect dick. The problem she faced was its size. In the Marines I had the nickname of 'horse', because I was hung like one. Even the black guys weren't as big. Mae-Ling could not fit the entire length of my 8in cock into her mouth; it was even stretching her wider as she tried to feed its two and a half inch girth into her mouth. But she just couldn't so she returned to kissing and licking up and down my rigid pole as she simultaneously groped my balls. We orally fucked each other's genitals until I had her climaxing all over my face. The warmth of Mae-Ling's juices combined with the attention my dick was receiving from her mouth I soon followed. But as I climaxed I thrust forward with my hips, causing my dick to travel deep into her mouth as my come exploded into her. She pulled back and received a blast of hot come onto her face. I hadn't had sex with a woman since the hot Australian chick, and it seemed like I had stored up all of my come since then as jet after jet of come squirted out. Mae-Ling tried catching it in her mouth as it came flying out the end of my dick. It was like watching a dog trying to lap water out of a park water faucet. She stopped trying that method and began to lick all of my spent come off of my belly and dick. This only caused my to lick her pussy harder and to send more jets of come all over the place. It was by far the best orgasm I'd had in a long, long, long time. I guessed the rolling and pitching of the Mae West had helped in some way. It also seemed like Mae-Ling had enjoyed her self to as she finally rolled onto her back licking her lips and stared at the ceiling. "Thank you." I said. "No, thank you." She replied as she turned around and moved up towards my face. Once she had gotten into position she kissed me on the lips and we both tasted the mixture of our love juices on each other's lips. As we resumed our kissing I reached down and began to fondle her firm but pliable breasts. Her copper toned hills were just simply magnificent; they were in perfect proportion to the rest of her body. Her nipples quickly became hard when I started to suck on them. With a free hand I reached further down to he pussy and stuck two fingers deep inside of her love tunnel. My thumb found her clit and began to tweak it around in circles. Pleasure surged through her body causing her to climax again. Her warm juices spread over my hand and onto the bed. By this time my dick had gotten ridiculously hard again and Mae-Ling pointed to it and said, "Use it, use it now." I needed no second warning as I knelt between her legs and put them over my shoulder. I grabbed my throbbing dick in my hand and placed it at the entrance of her pussy, coating it in a thick layer of her juices. I slowly pushed it in, inch by laborious inch, I plunged it deeper. I could feel her pussy stretching to accommodate me, but I could also feel her pussy muscles contracting and releasing around my dick. It was only because she was well lubricated that she could fit me in, let alone as far as I had already gotten. Then with the last few inches to go I thrust hard and deep into her pussy, fully impaling my dick into her. I quickly found a comfortable rhythm. I wanted to be gentle and soft to her, to show her that men could make love to her as easily as they had brutalised her. I also wanted to make it last as long as possible. She seemed to accept this approach for a while as I kept up the rhythmical pounding of her sopping wet love tunnel. The Mae West pitched wildly and caused me to topple over and pull out of Mae-Ling's pummelled pussy. This seemed to please Mae-Ling as she quickly held me down with her hands and knelt over my dick. She reached up and gripped the supporting beam above her head and started to lower herself onto my slippery pole. She had gotten about half way down it when the yacht crested a wave and dropped a couple of feet, causing my hips to bounce sending my raging hard-on all the way into the her pussy. I t went in so far that the head of dick smacked hard into her cervical wall. Mae-Ling screamed in pain and delight. It sent new waves of her juices flowing over my dick as she used the boats structure to brace herself while she rode my dick like a flailing bronco rider to the accompanying motions of the yacht surging in the swell. On and on she rode me until we both felt my butt start to clench up. I was going to come hard and come soon. And sure enough I did. Great globs of hot come sprang from my dick into Mae-Ling's ravaged pussy. Her muscles squeezed every drop of come out of me. And her own climax follow soon after as she continued to ride me hard. Our love juices flowed and mixed together in their own orgy of movement. After her climax Mae-Ling finally let go of the support beam and dropped down into my waiting arms. She wiped the sweat from my forehead and kissed it. Then we kissed passionately and proceeded to fall asleep in each other's arms. We were rocked to sleep by the gentle undulations of the Mae West as the storm past us by. Several hours later we would wake up and clean ourselves up. We were lucky the storm did not blow us too far off course so I turned the ship back onto the right heading and hoisted the sails, we were not too far away from our destination of Singapore. A couple of days later we caught sight of the famous island city. And when I got to within a couple of miles from the harbour I called up the Harbour Police and informed them that I had Miss Wolverton aboard safe and sound. Within an hour we had a helicopter flying overhead, which caused a moment of panic, as Mae-Ling had been sun bathing naked on the deck. And it was not long after that when I spotted the Police launch heading our way. She pulled along side and I hove to, allowing the Harbour Police to board the Mae West. They confirmed her presence and took us under tow all the way into the harbour. I hadn't yet realised that Mae-Ling must have come from a rich family, as the pirates in the areas were not terribly smart and often kidnapped poor back-packers and the like for ransom. After reaching the port we were whisked away to the central Police station where I answered all the questions directed at me. And because they jived with what Mae-Ling had told them the released me. I was sitting on a very uncomfortable seat waiting for Mae-Ling When I spotted an extremely beautiful Asian lady walking towards me. I figured her for one of the Police brass as she was wearing a very attractive but plain business, suit and dress. She walked past me and up to the desk, she spoke in Chinese to the desk sergeant. Moments later she called out "Mae-Ling!! Mae-Ling!! my sweet daughter you are safe, yes." I turned around shocked. It was her mother. I certainly knew where she got her looks. Mother and daughter exchanged hugs before they headed over to me. "Mother this is Evan Wallace. The man who saved me." Said Mae-Ling. "Thank you ever so much Mr Wallace. I do not know how to say thank you enough. Precious Mae-Ling is our only child and to lose her would be devastating to her father and I." Said her mother. "It was nothing Mrs Wolverton. I just happen to be in the right place in the right time." I replied modestly. "Rubbish." Said Mrs Wolverton. "And you can call me Loiuse from now on Evan. No more Mrs Wolverton. Any man who saved my daughter can call me anything he wants to." She added. "Mother we are very tired can we go home now?" Asked Mae-Ling as she rested her head on her mother's shoulder, looking every bit the young girl she was. "Yes of course. Evan please come with us. You will be dining with us tonight and I will make sure your yacht is well looked after. In fact I will see to it that it will be towed to our own personal jetty." Said Mae-Ling's mother. Who was I to refuse free food and a comfortable bed? I couldn't actually remember when I last slept in a real bed on land, but I was looking forward to it. Mae-Ling and I both took a long nap, in separate rooms unfortunately, and woke up refreshed not long before the dinner call was made. We feasted on lobster, swordfish steaks and decadent chocolate soufflés. It was a most welcome break from my instant noodles and fish caught off of the deck of the Mae West. Mae-Ling, her mother and I all retired to their sitting room and chatted about my sailing journeys, my past life as a Marine. And in turn they told me how they owned vast acreages of tea plantations in Malaysia and Sri Lanka. They were filthy rich, which was precisely why their daughter was kidnapped in the first place. It was midnight before we all headed of to our separate rooms to go to sleep. I quickly slipped into the silk boxer shorts I was provided with and jumped into the luxurious bed. The sheets were also made of silk and it felt soft and pleasant to sleep in. I was soon asleep and it seemed like I had been sleeping for hours when a noise in the room woke me up. It was the door being slowly opened. I lay dead still in my bed. The door closed with an audible click. Someone was in my room. From the outline I could see that it was a woman. I called out "Mae-Ling!! Is that you Mae-Ling?" "Shhh!!" was all the answer I was to receive. I felt the woman get onto the bed and peel away the sheets. She touched my leg and followed it up until she found my groin. I was still groggy and half asleep when I felt the bowers being pulled down past my waist. Soft hands reached out and touched my dick, it twitched, and it too was still asleep. Slowly but surely she stroked my dick until it was fully erect. In the moonlight She could see its size and she oooh'ed at it. After a couple more tugs on my dick, she lowered her head and began to give my rigid pole a thorough sucking. Soon she was deep throating most of my dick. Her tongue danced its way around my pole and over the sensitive head as she pumped it in and out of her mouth. It didn't take long for me to reach the point of no return and I climaxed, pumping come into her mouth in large quantities. The mystery woman took the lot of it and licked me clean. I closed my eyes in the ecstasy of the moment, and then when I opened them again she was gone. I hadn't even heard the door open. Was it a dream? I didn't know, but it sure felt real to me. I had only just drifted off to sleep again when I heard a door opening. What was it, or rather, who was it this time. This time the person came from an adjoining room. "Mae-Ling?" I asked the ghostly figure as it walked towards me. The second mystery woman climbed up onto the bed and quietly slipped under the sheets with me. With her back facing me she scooted over until we were in the spooning position. I felt bare skin all over; she was completely naked. Then she spoke, "just hold me Evan." It was Mae-Ling. Then who, who was the other mystery woman. It slowly dawned on me that it must have been her mother who had entered my room and given me a special thank you present. I was astonished and pleased that this was such a loving family. Mae-Ling and I lay there together, arms and legs intertwining with each other, until we fell asleep enjoying the warmth of each others body. In the morning I woke to the tender kiss of a beautiful woman. I was lying on my back and opened my eyes to see Mae-Ling straddling me. Her skin glowed under the rays of the early morning sun. Her breasts hung there like two ripe fruits needing to be picked, so I reached out and grabbed one in each hand and began caressing them, kneading them and twirling her dark brown nipples under my fingers. She moaned and tilted her head back in support of my actions. I could feel that she was becoming aroused as moisture drained from her pussy and onto my hips. I too was becoming aroused and my dick began to stiffen and slide up the back of her butt cheeks. She reached around behind her and grabbed the head of my enraged monster shaft and began to stroke it. Pre-come quickly came oozing out. I grabbed Mae-Ling around her waist and removed her from my hip. I sat up and got to my knees and told her to kneel down in front of me with her head facing away from me. She knew what I wanted and braced herself with her arms. The violent rocking of the yacht was not a suitable place for safely engaging in doggy style sex, but this luxurious bed sure was. I reached out and placed my hands on her hips and pulled he back to me. I took my dick in my hand and wiggled it around the inside of her wet mound, further lubricating it with her juices, and then I guided it into her warm pussy. Not wanting to make too much noise I slowly inched my dick into her pussy until it was all the way in. I had forgotten how tight a fit it was. I had been looking forward to this for several days, ever since our first encounter. I started off slowly, very slowly, with long deep probing thrusts of my dick. Gradually, I built up the speed of my thrusting and repeatedly impaled my dick so far up her pussy that I hit the cervix. Mae-Ling was in rapture. She moaned with pleasure at each inward thrust and I soon had her coming all over my dick. This early climax just gave me added incentive to make her come again. So I continued my barrage of her pussy for a while longer, except this time I reached under her and found her clit and began to fondle it. The proved too much for her to bear and she climaxed moments before I did. Our love juices swirled around inside her pussy and spilled out onto the delicate silk sheets. After kissing me goodbye Mae-Ling left to go get showered and dressed for breakfast. I found some clothes left for me on top of the dresser and put them on; surprisingly they fit quite comfortably. I was shown where the family was having their breakfast and walked in to the room. I saw Mae-Ling's mother who looked up and gave me a huge smile. Next to her was an older man with a receding hairline. The women in the family sure did like older guys. He stood up as I approached the table. "Mr Wallace, nice of you to join us. My wife has been telling me how supportive you have been to her and our daughter." He said shaking my hand. I hoped that his wife hadn't told him everything. "Please join us." He added. Without a word being said a waiter brought out a plate of breakfast for me. "You look tired Mr Wallace." Said her father. "Oh that, I'm not used to sleeping in a bed that isn't moving." I said telling a half-truth. "Fair enough Mr Wallace. Now I have had your yacht towed here, refuelled and any damaged rigging replaced. Is that alright with you?" he said. "Yeah sure. I wasn't expecting it though." I replied at the man's generosity and efficiency. "Not a problem Mr Wallace. I would have been here earlier except that I have been in Bangkok looking for my daughter. I would also like to give you a sum of money to reimburse you for the expenses you accrued protecting my daughter." He continued. "But Sir you really don't have to go through all this trouble just for me. The pleasure was all mine, I assure you." I said trying to politely tell the man that I didn't need his money. "No I insist. Mae-Ling is our pride and joy and to lose her would have devastated us both. No Mr Wallace you have brought our daughter back from the dead so I must show our eternal gratitude. If you would provide my butler with the details before you go it would be much appreciated." He said refusing my refusal. After that conversation we finished out breakfast, but I noticed Mae-Ling hadn't shown up. By that afternoon it was time to leave and I still hadn't the chance to say good by. I stood on the Wolverton's jetty beside my yacht the Mae West and shook her father's hand and kissed her mother on her cheek. But still no sign of Mae-Ling. Sensing what I was feeling her mother held out a large blank envelope. "It's from Mae-Ling." Was all she said, but the twinkle in her eye let me know that there was more to it that just a simple goodbye note. I told her to thank Mae-Ling for me and stepped onto the deck of my yacht. "Interesting name Mr Wallace." Said her father, referring to the name of my yacht. "Yeah it's because she bounces around a lot in heavy seas, kind of like the actress right." I informed him. "Right you are, Mr Wallace, right you are. Goodbye and fair winds Mr Wallace." Stated her father. "Thank you Sir, for all your families hospitality towards me." I said as I cast of the mooring lines and started the engine. Later that evening as I headed towards Borneo I opened the envelope Mae-Ling had gotten her mother to pass on to me. There was a folded note. So I unravelled it and to my surprise several photos fell onto the table. I picked them up and looked at them. It was Mae-Ling lying nude on her bed. I chuckled to myself and read her note. Dear Evan, I'm sorry that I couldn't be there to get you off, oh sorry I meant see you off (hehehe). Father has forced me to go to therapy to try and resolve any psychological issues I might have developed during my ordeal. But what you gave me on you boat and her at home was enough therapy for me to realise that there are indeed men out there who know how to treat women right. I hope you enjoy the pictures. Not as good as the real thing but they will have to do for now. Goodbye my sweet sailor hero. Love Mae-Ling. The letter shook me to the core and then and there I decided that I would head home, because remaining on this yacht alone, without Mae-Ling was going to drive me insane. Her Hero Sailor On the way across the Pacific I stopped at Hawaii to get more supplies and fuel. There I stayed a single night on land. When I went to a bank to see how low my money was running I was given a pleasant surprise. The sum of money that Mae-Ling's father had promised was five million dollars. I nearly fainted then and there in the bank. I eventually sailed home via the Panama Canal, but decided that the life in Miami was to hectic, so I left for the Bahama's. I used some of the money Mae-Ling's father had given me and started a scuba diving business. I kept my yacht and renamed her the Mae-Ling. Two years went by and I still thought about Mae-Ling daily, but had given up hope of ever seeing her again when one day I noticed and beautiful young woman walking down the dock where my dive boat was moored. She was wearing a single piece bathing suit that hugged the ample curves of her body. Around her waist was a sarong. She was also carrying a small child in her arms. I could not see her face as the sun's glare off of the surface of the water was obscuring my vision. But as soon as she walked up the stairs to the bungalow that housed my office I knew instantly who it was. "Mae-Ling!!!" I yelled as I tore out of my office, sending paperwork and my chair scattering across the floor. "Mae-Ling!!" I stopped in front of her and gazed upon her radiant face once again. "Mae-Ling what are you doing here?" I asked. "I'm here because of him." She said as she stroked the forehead of her son. "His name's Evan." She paused momentarily. "Just like her dad." I took me a few seconds before the realisation hit me between the eyes. It was my son she was holding. I looked down at the sleeping baby, then back at her. "How old is he?" I asked. "Year and a half." She replied. I did a quick calculation in my head. She must have gotten pregnant from the time we had made love on the yacht during the storm. Tears welled up in my eyes. "You're so beautiful I told her." Kissing her on her lips, trying not to crush my son between our pressing bodies. After our mouths parted she said, "I here for good, I want to be with you, always." "I have loved you since that first time, and my heart has always been yours from that day." I said, pulling aside my shirt to show her a tattoo of a blood red heart with her name stencilled on a golden banner in the centre of it. She smiled and kissed it. "But what about your parents?" I asked, knowing how close the family was. "Oh! They sold their businesses and house and moved to Jamaica, they bought one of the large hotels, because they wanted to be around their grandson as he grows up." She informed me. I smiled at her and took her by the hand and showed her my little operation. She was very happy with what I had done in such a short amount of time. Within a month we were married and my role of father kicked into high gear. Life was looking great. THE END.