Chapter 4
"You!", she exclaimed as if the word were a curse. "Where have you been the past two days?"...."Oh, My God, I thought, not Carla after the experiences I've been through. But it looked as if I were going to have to contend with her, too. Since she stuck out her ripe breasts imperiously, her high heels clattered over the pavement as she strode toward my immobile figure with fury in her eyes. I awaited the full onslaught of her anger, thinking 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'....
I first met Carla about four or five months ago. It was a stifling hot day and the temperature had broken records as the mercury shot up the glass rods. That day I had decided to feel the cooling invigoration of white capped waves as they broke over my back and it seemed as if everyone in town had the same idea. It was impossible to swim in the green expanse that lapped against the sandy beach blackened with sweltering humanity. A cooling wave had just beckoned when I dove into greenish-white foam and came up sharply expecting to find the blue sky above me.....Instead, I came up between the soft thighs of a lush female swimming above me. For a moment, I delighted in the experience, then I thrashed around in the water and both our bodies became entangled as my new-found companion strove to keep her stroke.
I moved from her delectable flesh and as our heads bobbed on the water's surface I exclaimed: "My, that was refreshing!"
"Yes, and you're too fresh," was the retort.
"Please," I returned in a hurt tone, "I was only thinking of how cooling it was on this kind of a day."
Her mood changed almost immediately. "Yes," she said, "It is awful, isn't it?"
She moved away over the water's surface and I followed, keeping strokes with her as she cut the water with graceful lines. We had bypassed most of the people along the beach's edge. We floated virtually alone and we became drawn together in the same speech as people are when they feel that they are apart from the rest of teeming humanity. By the time we returned to the beach we were well acquainted. We had exchanged names, hers was Carla, and her glances showed that she did not greatly dislike my presumption in following her course.
As she strode out of the water onto the awaiting sand I almost swallowed a few gallons of sea water as I gaped at her astonishing figure. To this day whenever I think of Carla, I see her as she walked so majestically out of the water that had engulfed her glorious curves. Her two piece bathing suit showed her figure far better than her nude body did....her luscious curves, her swelling breasts were accentuated by the brief material instead of being lost in a vast expanse of white flesh displayed by her nude body. Her shapeless suit emphasized her exciting lines and as she walked in front of me, I almost became lost to the temptation of caressing the smooth lines of her round buttocks. I felt that everyone on the beach could see die outline of a hard-on through my short trunks. We rested on her blanket. A postage-stamp part of the beach, but the whole world to me.
She thrust up her arms as she stretched her tingling flesh and reclined on a blanket, her abundant breasts absorbing the warm caress of the sun's rays and my eyes gaze. For once, I sat by her side discreetly with my blood racing through my veins. My speech was slow and in a tone as enticing as possible. Her manner indicated that she was no 'Pick up', rather I had been chosen by her from a host of beach admirers-the un-defeatible conceit of the female character!
We were enrapport and the next time we went down to the water's edge, we approached hand in hand. We did not swim out very far this time....instead we cavorted just outside of the permieter of other human beings, playfully tossing water at each other, trying to duck each other's head under the cooling water. Somehow, I had grasped her arms. Playfully my hands found their way under her armpits, and I lifted her up and down out of the water.
Then the miracle happened! The water's resistance gripped the bandeau of her suit, and as I lifted her glowing body out of the water, her breasts became bare to my gaze. Her bandeau was below their swelling curves. My eyes were held spellbound by the pointed nipples, two delectable circles awaiting my caressing tongue. I could not contain myself. Somehow, two human bodies, surrounded by eht understanding caress of water that tightens their close proximity are more intimate, more forgetful of the world's scorn than they are on land....For evidence, investigate the romances of a six day cruise to die Bahamas.
My passion swelled up with me as my mouth slipped over her neck, quickly fastened itself on her full nipple, and regardless of die crowds on die beach, began to suck her breasts deep within my lips. Her gasp mingled surprise with ecstasy. The cool waters enveloped us, setting up a barrier that the world could not penetrate. My tongue ranged over her tingling flesh, starting at the firm tip of her nipple, then gliding over the slightly lighter colored flesh that surrounded her proud peak. Her flesh arose in goose-pimples, her breath became faster, and her fingers dug into my back. Beneath the water, I swished one hand across the distance that separated us, and placed it in the space between her thighs. She squirmed as it touched the outside of her panties, then shuddered as one finger seeked her cunt as it searched up the tight rim that guarded the privacy of her forbidden flesh.
I quickly pulled my hand up as I realized that the beach would not hold unlimited bliss. I put one arm over her shoulder and released her breast. I quickly pulled up her halter and led her back to the towel awaiting us. I did not feign embarrassment. We both knew that between us there was something even beyond passion imagined by thought.
As our wet flesh tingled at each other's touch, we again walked up the beach but now arm in arm. We went back to the towel and under the guise of drying each other's body, fondly delighted in each other's flesh. My fingers sparkled as they glided over her out-thrust breasts, and devined through the rough surface of a towel, the curves awaiting my impatient fingers. We dropped to the blanket, rejoicing in die soft sands that lay as the bed beneath us. Our arms reached out for each other, and as my fingers caressed her forehead she breathed in forgetful slumber.
It was later in the afternoon now and the beach was starting to empty of people as the sun went down and the air got cooler....but a fire was raging inside of me.
I wanted privacy somehow so I reached across Carla's lush form, caressing her bare midriff, and searched her little suitcase for a suitable covering. I elatedly found another blanket, then stretched it with quivering hands over our bodies. Carla seemed to be still asleep. She breathed lightly, her cute head with toussled hair peeped out over die blanket's edge.
My hands roamed beneath the blanket searching over her warm form. Slowly my fingers traced the line of the neck and followed the graceful contours that blended into the firm mounds held tightly in place by her bandeau. My hand slipped beneath her back and she stirred as my fingers clumsily tried to slip the clasp of her halter.
Her eyes opened wide as she whispered "Wait, I'll do it." Then, reaching her hands beneath her venus-like body, she made one lightning move and I felt the material of her halter slacken in my hand. I dropped the material to her side and my hand moved back, feeling her yielding flesh rising to meet my fingers. Her tipped breast magnetized my hand, and she pulled it towards her until her glorious breast was cupped in the palm of my hand. She breathed deeply as I squeezed her nipples and her limbs moved closer toward my prick, now pushing out of my trunks.
Sighs escaped from her lips as my fingers fastened around her hardening nipple. I could feel the warm, resilient flesh of her majestic breast beneath my hand as I tried to blend my flesh to hers. Suddenly, I moved my hand away and slid it past her deep-pitted naval. I thrust it deep beneath the upper portion of her tight pants. My fingers travelled quickly over the rounded curves of her belly. Then an electric shock coursed through both our bodies as my fingers contacted the hair just above the junction of her thighs. I stretched out my hand, palm down and as we lay side-by-side on our backs, my middle finger slid down her cunt, passed over the firm bone that would feel my body and tingled as it reached firm lips already wet with love-juice. My finger parted her luscious lips, slipped over her wet flesh that was warm and glowingly receptive to the ecstacies that coursed through her body.
She wiggled beneath the blanket when my finger lingered over her swollen clitoris, then jumped shortly as I plunged my finger and curled its tip so that is seemed to spurt upwards into her widening hole. I moved my finger in a circular motion lingering at the portal of her desire and for a few minutes, kept the motion up until she broke away saying, "Let's stop for a while, your poor finger must be getting tired."
Actually it was, for our position was extremely straining.
I said, "It's getting late. Why not have a bite to eat?"
"Wonderful idea," she replied. "I'm famished."
I could feel her more beneath the blankets as she imprisoned her abundant breasts in her halter. Then she pushed the blanket away from our bodies, stood up and took a skirt and blouse from her suitcase. She dressed quickly with maddening gestures as seductively as if she were slowly stripping before my eyes.
She waited on the boardwalk for me while I dressed in a rented locker. In a few minutes, we were walking along the boardwalk wrapped in the balmy breezes floating in from the ocean. Heat arose from our rubbing bodies....heat stirred by our rising passions and struck into a flame by the glowing rays of the sun during the afternoon. We ate quickly at a hot-dog stand and then progressed along the boardwalk, holding each other's body tightly. We said nothing, yet said everything during that silent, short walk. Suddenly we were at the end of the boardwalk and we knew that it was the beginning for us.
"Let's go down the steps," I said, and I guided her lovely form down onto the awaiting sands. It was dark now but the waves glistened from the silvery fingers of the moon. Overhead the stars formed a canopy for our love-bed. We walked through the soft sands and I could feel her tremble with each step, waiting for the moment when we would stop.
We found a mound of sand isolated from prying eyes. Carla sank to the sand and lifted her arms to pull me down to her quivering body. Her eyes shone in the moonlight, her hair was spread over the caressing sands. I could see the shadows on the sands, formed by the pressure of her soft form. I sunk to my knees between her legs that opened wide to recieve me. We whispered as my fingers searched through her hair and softly caressed behind her ear and slipped to the nape of her neck. Meanwhile, my other hand was roaming over the swell of her breast outside her blouse. I blew into her ear saying:
"Would you like a moonlight swim?" She didn't answer but, without getting up, slipped down her skirt and pulled her blouse over her head.
"Oh, not like that," I urged, "With all our clothes off!" I thought I saw color come to her cheeks but I knew that the darkness must have fooled me.
"Alright," she said quietly, but as she reached to undo her halter, I gripped her hands behind her back and plunged my tongue through her wide lips. She gasped, not knowing exactly what to do with a tongue searching the roof of her mouth. Then, as passion grasped her being, she forced my tongue back into my mouth with hers and furiously began tickling my lips. Qitifkly, I imprisoned her tongue between my lips, and sucked its tip deep within me. Per body jumped into die air and I could feel her cunt through her bathing suit, this time my fingers found the clasp at her back and her breasts were free as they pushed against my chest As our lips were blended together I moved my hands over the soft curves of her waist and forced down the second half of her suit. Her legs slid together, silently helping me as I moved my hands over her soft limbs and looked up to find her glorious in her nakedness. Quickly, I tossed her panties aside and undressed furiously. She stared wide-eyed at my moon-drenched body, gazing in fascination at my erect penis.
As though hypnotized, she spread her legs and thrust her breasts into the air. Immediately, I plunged my body between her legs, but as she moved her cunt to meet me, I curled my tongue around her hard, palpitating nipple.
Joy surged through me as my tongue dashed over the cone that tipped her breast. She wriggled beneath me as my tongue traced the outlines of her full breast, lingered underneath the soft rise of her alabaster mound, then continued its passage down die soft channel, starting where her breasts pressed together and ending at her untouched naval.
My tongue worked in a circular, darting motion over her indented waist, quickly glided over her slight forest until her wet lips were in my mouth and my tongue was darting into her swollen cunt Her frame stretched to rigidity but I continued as my tongue tickled the lips of her cunt, ocassionally darting slightly between her moist lips but spreading itself die rest of the time between her widening lips. It searched out her tiny clitoris, a mere suggestion of flesh, then it teased her tiny love-button until she mouthed sighs of delight. Guided by my tongue, I pressed my mouth forward until my teeth surrounded her clitoris. My hands reached up and I cupped the full curves of her breasts in my palms as my teeth gripped her clitoris and attempted to pull from her deep sensations starting at her toes.
Meanwhile, within the barrier set up by my encircling teeth, my tongue incessantly tickled her glowing flesh and pressed between her protruding lips, drenched in the moistness that dripped from her glowing cunt.
While my head was buried between her legs, I could feel her fingers as they groped down my back. Shivers ran across my shoulders at her touch, then continued down my spine until my balls went hard and my prick shook spasmodically. I was dying to push my swollen prick into her soft, warm cunt, but I knew that Carla could delight me for the long months ahead if this one occasion could delight her.
As I sucked her growing clitoris into my mouth, she thrust her gracefully formed belly into the air in a spasm of enjoyment. Immediately, I gripped her more tightly, pressing her clitoris downward with my teeth as my tongue gripped beneath and my mouth pulled outward.
Her legs arose with the sensation. I could feel her nipples strain beneath me to spew out the cream of her life. Suddenly she screeched, tightened her legs and almost choked me as her limbs wrapped themselves around my neck, vainly trying to pull me within her moist cunt as my tongue wildly tingled against her flesh. Her violent motions drove me to a frenzy. My tongue slipped down the moist slit between her legs and I squeezed her nipples madly as I tried to press my head between her tightening legs. I nipped her clitoris with my teeth until her body leaped rigidly into the air and she cried out with the anguish of the sensation.
With one final lunge my tongue flashed between her full lips of her "cunt and her body came down on my forehead as she cried out:
"Oh ... oh ... oh, oh, ohohohohoh...." then lapsed into a semi-coma as her flesh quivered excitedly from the intense force that had surged through her body.
I drew my mouth away from her cunt, kissing the inside of her thighs and feeling the fullness of her flesh within my lips. Her taste was still within my mouth, a taste that I knew would never leave me. I looked up and saw her round, awe-inspiring breasts as they sucked the moonlight from the azure sky. The lines of her thighs moved upward, then disappeared in mysterious darkness, sparkling occasionally as moonlight illuminated droplets of love-juice as it oozed down the moist haven awaiting my prick.
She stirred, returning from die heights of rapture. Her legs slowly opened wide as she said: "Come to me."
She said it simply, her words unadorned by action destroying her surrender. My prick was throbbing as I slid it between her glistening thighs. I though I could feel die heat emanating from her moist cunt. The head of my prick forced against her belly. Then it slid down the length of her cunt and hesitated a moment before penetrating into the privacy of her body. I felt intense pain and pleasure mingled as I dug my elbows and knees into the sand between her legs. Swaying for a moment between her outstretched limbs, I rubbed the head of my prick over her warm flesh, savoring the darting sensations that shot over my ass and spread down my limbs until they reached my toes. Then gripping tightly, I started to thrust forth boldly....until my suspicions were verified as the head of my prick became gripped in a cone-like depression, became lost in the power of a vestal virgin.
The sands became a pagan altar, as the glittering stars replaced burning torches, and the azure blue of the sky dominated over the golden ceiling of a by-gone Temple of Athena. ... The sacrifice lay before my body, glistening as a handmaiden rubbed with precious ods. ... The salt air was tangy, pushing away the mists of centuries old musky perfumes....The moon over-awed the ancient fire burning at the sacrificial altar....and the calming whisper of waves caressing the beach drowned the booming noises of the sacrificial gong struck by a giant Eunuch.
The head of my prick pushed forward against a yielding barrier....a barrier that was not an impenetrable wall but rather a closed door that would be opened at will.
It became opened at will as Carla suddenly threw her legs out wide and pushed her body jerkily into the auto meet my column of flesh. I sensed a grating, jarring sensation beyond description, and then Carla, drunk with power, forced her body outwards as if she were trying to penetrate me while her hands pressed against my buttocks, squeezing my balls into her small opening.
I spun on a pinnacle of sensation. Our hair rubbed violently together as she squirmed with die practice possessed only by the uninitiated. Her breathing was spasmodic as my actions became violent and I whipped my prick in and out of its tight but widening sheath. I felt the head of my prick grow big within her and my hands reached for the soft cheeks of her ass which were escaping my fingers as they wiggled crazily in the sand.
I felt that my flesh would be torn from my body as she pulled madly; and then as the animal sense led her, thrust forward jerkily to capture my flesh. Her fingers were clawing in wild abandon as I pushed to meet her thrusting hips. Her tightness was beyond the limitless boundaries of the imagination in its delight. I didn't want to move my body for fear it no longer existed....I had become only the enlarged column of flesh sunk deep within the moist interior of this writhing body thrusting its breasts into the air as a sacrifice to the maddening moon.
The flesh of my prick screamed with feeling as its covering gripped tightly by the muscles of Carla's cunt, slid madly over throbbing flesh. As this skin moved violently backward and forward it teased the tip of my prick, awakening a sleeping force that rested between my thighs. My balls tingled as they gripped the sleeping force and ejected it through my flesh. I could feel the overpowering sensation as it spiralled up my hard prick, lingered over the Up and, then, as I pushed my body as far as it would go within Carla's responsive flesh, seeked release as it spurted into her depths.
My cream gushed out deep within her belly until I thought I would shake loose from my limbs. As one last spurt tore screams of anguish from my throat, I gripped a full nipple in my mouth until I slumped over a curvaceous body with the exhaustion that releases flesh from aging time.
This then is the story of Carla. Our love affair had been replenished over the timeless weeks until we had searched out die very depths of each other's feelings. Nights in the soft folds of cool sheets as rain pelted against the window.....
Mornings illuminated by the first streaks of sunlight as they awakened newer, deeper passions in our straining bodies ... and, afternoons, sleepy and lethargic, that served as the background for lingering caresses that never left the surface of tingling flesh....
This was Carla.....and here she stood, her breasts awaiting my grasp, her eyes flashing and her silk-encased legs tapping dainty toes against the sidewalk while she waited for my explanation. I only hoped that my explanation would not be too weak....and if it wasn't, I hoped that I wouldn't be too weak for the indescribably delicious pleasures that would follow.