Faint Whisper
She parks her car near a vista, overlooking an empty beach,
where the sand has been windswept meeting the road. She
was pensive with thought and needed to be alone to sort her
anxious feelings out. Her drive brought her here.
It was mid December but unusually warm. Exiting the car,
she removed her shoes and shuffling down the pitched embankment.
As she reached the level of the beach, she undid her upper
blouse buttons to better feel the subtle breeze glide through
her shirt and wash over her skin.
She put her head back to face the sun. The light danced across
her features playfully. She felt the sun's relaxing
warmth flow deep into her, melting away some tension. "This
is nice, I needed this" she reflected.
With shoes still in hand and arms extended she closed her
eyes and turned in slow circles letting the dizzying sensation
take hold and weave her thoughts into a dreamy abstraction.
The world was not the only thing spinning. Her life has been
traversing the same boundaries, in circles, repeating
everything, and the redundant drama left her feeling caged
and lifeless. She struggled to find the handle of the escape
portal to her freedom and her desires.
Her relationship was now going on 5 years. Her affluent
mate was of stern demeanor. He addressed all issues with
austere expression and grim necessity; including his
concept of making love. She had submitted to the convenience
of this passionless accord at a cost that was becoming too
great a burden to bear. She needed romance and yearned for
tender euphoric exaltation. The desolate facades of her
life enveloped and stifled her feminine essence. She was
suffocating. She needed to breathe. This yearning was
being so deeply concentrated on, that she didnt realize
she had been holding her breath for almost a minute. Her
heart was beating fiercely by the time she finally let the
fresh ocean air filled her lungs. The tightness in her chest
diminished.
She dropped to her knees in the warm sand, and looked into
the blue distance out to sea. The constant lapping of the
waves was hypnotic in nature and would aid her escape into
the salvation of her sanity, her fantasies of Michael.
Michael was fit and carried himself with a lithe grace.
He had brilliant blue eyes and dark wavy hair that recently
began to grey. The coffee shop he owned, called Ground Zero,
on Market St just off the town square was one of her favorite
haunts. When at first she came in he would briefly visit
with her as he did with all the customers. At every table
he stopped and he could perk up the weary better than the
coffee he served. His gleaming smile was contagious.
As she visited the coffee shop more frequently, it became
clear to her that she became of greater interest to Michael.
She knew his interest in her patronage had nothing to do
with the bottom line of his business. He would sit for long
periods of time chatting and more often than not just listening,
ignoring other responsibilities and forgoing other customers
visitations.
They both spoke of heartfelt matters in soft inviting tones.
Sitting across from Michael, she would become intoxicated
by the soulful stare of his eyes that pierced all inhibitions
and invited her emotions to course freely. He would get
up and touch her hand as he parted, and that briefest of touch
would be the stirring catalyst for the moments she now pined
in her fantasy.
As she knelt on the beach, she pulled up her skirt and grabbed
a handful of sand and started to rub it on her legs. The rough
grains scratched as she pushed them harder. The subtle
pain brought anger. I can feel damn it, and I am alive.
She yelled.
Quelling her ire, her thoughts turned back to her charming,
sexy Michael. The back of one of her hands brushed the side
of her face and continued down to the nape of her neck. Massaging
the delicate structures of her shoulder she closed her
eyes and continued down inside the front of her wind billowed
blouse. The hand was no longer hers, and her breast rose
in longing anticipation to meet his touch for the first
time. Soon to become lost in the reverie of what she termed
her Fools Paradise she heard a car door shut in the distance
behind her, snapping her out of her erotic musings.
With the angle of the sun in her eyes she couldnt see what
kind of car had parked close to hers or make out who stood
next to it. How long had the car been sitting there? she
wondered. No one called out. Since she had her back to the
arriving newcomer and with the distance between them,
she neednt worry about being embarrassed of what might
have been seen. The beach no longer belonged to her alone.
Although she had no reason for concern in being observed,
privacy was the reason she had stopped at this unfrequented
stretch of oceanfront. Standing and brushing the sand
from her thighs, she scanned the area. The only stain of
humanity invading the natural surroundings was a small
seasonal snack shop and pier at the end of the beach that
was closed this time of year. Bending over and grabbing
her shoes, she abandoned the open panorama for a more private
location to try and envisage her fantasies.
Reaching the end of the pier, she now doubted that she would
find the release from her reality that she had come here
to find. With someone else here wandering on the beach,
her mind couldnt become unfettered enough to pursue her
meditative solace.
She looked across the expanse behind her and couldnt see
the unknown interloper. She knew she should not feel so
possessive of this public space. The person she glimpsed,
which she thought was male in stature, may now be the beachs
male counterpart, holding a similar membership in the
ostracized passion guild. She didnt care, she was frustrated.
She turned back to the sea and stared for some time into the
distance. The straight line of the horizon where a deep
grey sea met an infinite azure sky, left her feeling all
the more lonely, just a speck of hungering womanhood, crying
an impassioned plea for fulfillment in the vastness of
existence. Now cloaked in melancholy, the world around
her had faded.
On warm winds wing came lights first awakening, pulling
back the corner of her dark shroud with a soft accustomed
scent. She hadnt been thinking of Michael. So why now did
she imagine she smelled his distinctive cologne, Echo
by Davidoff. A board behind her now creaked.
After almost a year of yearning was it somehow possible
that Michael had followed her here. Now she tensed with
eyes closed daring not to move, worried that doing so may
somehow thwart the magic moment that she hoped was upon
her. With heightened senses alert, the next second seemed
to last an eternity.
His soft touch was unbelievable and surreal, warm hands
now gently clasping both of her shoulders, releasing a
torrent of emotions. Now flooded with feelings barely
comprehensible, she slowly turned to face the unknown
to take meaning.
Lovely Michael was holding her, with hair gently tousled
by ocean breeze, wide tender smile, and eyes agleam with
caring awareness were staring into her now watering eyes.
She collapsed into his chest and he wrapped his sturdy arms
around her drawing her tight.
Tears were not the fantasy first impression she had dreamed
of, not even close. Emotionally floundering in her revelry,
she was overcome with the reality of being with him now.
Michael held her close with one hand while brushing her
hair from one side of her face and said in faint whisper I
am here for you. Bending down further he kissed her neck
and a melting wave of the purest pleasure she had ever felt
flooded her body.
The effect was beautiful and overwhelming. No longer in
angst, she stared at him with a clear pristine yearning.
She leaned against his warm body as she turned and positioned
herself into the cozy corner of the railing, now feeling
secure and more relaxed.
Taking her face into both hands Michael turned her head
slightly and moved less than a breath away and paused ever
so briefly to relish in their mutual desire. Touching his
lips slightly to hers brushing them in a circular motion
the feeling was like heat lightening. They breathed in
one or two of each others impassioned breaths, until they
could endure no more and kissed deeply, powerfully, as
if life and soul passed in the exchange across the touching
of their tongues.
Their first kissed worked like a wrecking ball on any inhibitions
they thought held substance. He backed away and lightly
rubbed his finger across her cheek. Then kissed her more
tenderly as his hand moved down the same erotic path she
had earlier envisioned and then unbutton her blouse the
rest of the way. His cupped hands lingered as they slid slowly
down with fingers curved to fit the flaring contour of her
now highly sensitive breasts and stiffing nipples.
She pulled his shirt over his head, lustfully kneading
and leveling sweet cloying kisses on his masculine chest.
She now pulled him close for another long ravenous kiss
and her nails raked across his back as he slowly pulled away
to move down to her bosom rolling her nipples with his tongue,
and further inflaming her sweet moist crease.
From behind he lifted her skirt and found her elegant haunches
to be naked. He wondered if she usually went into his coffee
shop void of panties and renewed lust flowed into his already
stiff erection at the thought. Taking her rear cheeks in
his appreciative grasp he lifted her onto the corner of
the railing. She had long tapered legs which she locked
under the lower bar of the railing for support.
His hands made their slow lecherous journey along her thighs
lifting her skirt as he traveled, drawing pleasure in the
sleek smooth contours of her hips. With heads lolling in
pleasure while they kissed each others necks, his fingers
closed in on the silky flesh of the inner thigh and moved
close enough to feel her inviting warmth. Michael stopped
and kissed her lips once more before kissing his way down
to her luscious moist mound.
Her lips parted in a hollow moan and she arched her back steadying
herself as his tongue probed her peachy sweet crevasse.
Prolonging the pleasure his lips and tongue playfully
sucked on her swollen flesh while his finger began to flitter
in and out of her wet aching pussy. He had found her spot and
soon she was lost in spasms of pure pleasure. Grabbing his
head and twining her fingers tightly in his hair she threw
her head back was obliterated in a rush of orgasmic ecstasy.
He lowered her back down while his insatiable male hands
were still savoring in the delight of fondling her naked
flesh. She felt his hardened admiration.
She had his pants now undone, which had fallen down manacling
around his ankles, and left his carnal staff now exposed.
She stroked his manhood in a tightened grip and knelt down.
Clenching him at the base she slowly and inspirationally
licked up and down his quivering length with luscious moist
lapping measures. Michael groaned, leaned back and shuddered
in a blissful satisfaction. She wanted to save him for she
wanted to feel him deep inside her. Leaving him juicy and
well lubricated with her saliva, she stood and turned away
from Michael and pulled him toward her by his thick shaft,
and she bent over the railing.
Licking his fingers he lightly parted the tight narrow
clenched space between her buttocks finding the damp warm
passage for his now throbbing muscle. Slowly he tested
her taut elasticity as he pushed himself forward. She lurched
sideways once and arched her back down thrusting her hips
up to accommodate his travel. She felt herself tighten
around him as he inched inside, as if grasping him not wanting
to ever let him leave. Now holding her by her jutting hips
he pumped into her with slow deep measured strokes. They
fell into a paced rhythm that sent her breasts swinging,
and both of their minds reeling.
Soft moans and little cries of elation were mixed with the
gratifying gasps of anguished breaths. She shook her head,
flinging her long heavy mane, in unbelieving bliss. He
clenched his teeth at each voracious lunge. Soon the tempo
became a harried onslaught of thrusts. Loud groans, accompanied
by her frenzied instructions of harder and faster which
were fervently followed.
A shudder passed through her body, her moans became screams
of pleasure then her breath came in short little gasps as
she climaxed. The muscles of her vagina began a rippling
set of contractions, massaging his cock within her. The
sensation drove Michael over the edge without return.
His whole body contracted in one moment of unrelenting
bliss as he exploded inside her.
She had collapsed on the railing trembling, with chest
heaving her body up and down. The shuddering slowly subsided,
and as her body began to calm she stood. He made no move to
dress or leave. He took her again in his arms and gently kissed
her forehead, her nose, nipped her earlobe and kissed her
neck before moving back up to her lips and engaging in a long
tender kiss.
Entwined in arms, gently caressing each others backs,
she looked up into his eyes with questioning look of hope
for a new life. Without a word spoken his eyes beamed the
answer.yes.
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