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“Christa! Christa, love! Look here!” My quiet reverie all of a sudden shattered with his exuberant bellow. He stood at his place at the wheel with an arm outstretched towards the side of the boat. I made my way over to the side and searched the sea for what he might be pointing at. There, not five metres from where I leaned over were what appeared to be three or four dolphins, gliding and leaping alongside, keeping pace with our speed. The sight was mesmerizing. Sleek, shiny bodies alternating jumps and skimming effortlessly, along the calm surface of the water; their smooth, glistening forms clearly visible beneath the surface, before, in pairs they would launch in high arcs into the air. I listened to the motor’s hum slow to silence, the boat slowly bobbing to a near stop as Nathan joined me to watch our playful companions from the side of the boat. He had a bucket of shrimp and small fish. He began tossing bits off into the waiting sea and within moments the dolphins were breezing by at almost an arms length to snap it up. “Would you care for a swim?” I looked at Nathan and then back to the group of happily swimming and feeding dolphins. “Now? With… you mean, while they’re…” I wasn’t sure what he meant. These were wild creatures, after all. And they were eating! “Won’t they bite me?” I stammered. I had seen it done, people swimming with the dolphins, but only in the most controlled of environments. “They won’t bother with you, Christa. They might be a tad curious, but they likely won’t come too near.” “Likely?” I asked incredulously as I walked away, yanking my chemise over my head. Nathan walked jauntily after me to guide me to the ladder at the back of the boat. I tentatively made my way down each rung, my uncertain gaze holding Nathan’s. I knew he was quite entertained. Despite my trepidation at entering the water with feeding wild sea life, the temperature of the water beckoned and I dove backwards into the warm sea. Making my way to the side of the boat where Nathan resumed occupying the dolphins, I swam slowly, cautiously, just beyond the fray. Nathan ceased in his delivery of the meal and within moments all attention was turned in my direction. “Christa,” Nathan called quietly as he fumbled for something on deck, “use these.” He tossed me a mask. “And just relax- stay calm. There’s no worries, love.” Treading water, I put on the mask, while the dolphins glided in long streams, on either side of me, keeping a safe distance. Feeling a little more comfortable I dove beneath the surface, swimming deep alongside, but safely apart from my companions. I was immediately enamoured. Their movements so smooth and perfect, gliding effortlessly. I watched, awed by their grace and beauty. For several moments we swam in intertwining patterns, never coming close enough to touch, but with an unmistakeable manner of mutual playfulness and curiosity. Before long, they began to widen the distance between us, until they were no longer visible. I’d swum some distance, in a feeble attempt to stay with them, but once they had determined they were off, the sheer graceful speed of them was truly amazing, and I was left easily behind. Elated, and somewhat disappointed in their hasty departure I swam back to the ladder and hoisted myself into the back of the boat, grinning like a child on Christmas, as Nathan welcomed me with a towel. Words failing me, a permanent smile etched into my face, I made my way back to my place at the bow of the boat. Huddled in the towel, I leaned upon the side and gazed back out to the sea where I had just spent the past many glorious moments. The charming animals were long gone, no trace of them, save for the profound impact they had made on my heart and mind. It had been an opportunity of a lifetime and for a brief moment I thought of my children and how they would have been entirely over the moon with such an experience. “They’re amazing beasts, aren’t they?” The smooth, deep voice tore me back to the present. “Oh, God, Nathan! Thank you so much for that!” He wrapped an arm around me and squeezed me to him kissing the side of my wet head. I was all of a sudden overwhelmed with emotion and I turned my head away, not wanting him to see my eyes welling with tears. Sensing the depth of my feeling, “You know, I cried like a baby the first time I swam with them.” Turning back, I looked up at him, my eyes clouded with tears. He squeezed me again, hard. Chuckling quietly, “Yeah… I was twelve.” I laughed and the tears now streamed, as I smacked him hard in the abdomen. He sucked in his hard stomach in amused, mock fear. “How ’bout I go make us a drink.” As Nathan went to step away, I released the towel from around my shoulders and attempted to snap his rear end. “How ’bout you do that!” Sensing my playful aggression, he nimbly dodged my flying towel, smiling broadly, “Nice try, love. There’ll be time enough for the rough stuff later!” Embracing the sun on my still damp body, I resumed my searching over the side of the boat as I mindlessly towel dried my hair. Settling from the excitement of my swim, I stared down into the clear waters below and wondered what other exotic and amazing creatures dwelled there. As I meditated upon the gentle roll of the clear water beneath me, I felt his presence behind me. I didn’t turn and pretended to continue my contemplation as I felt his warm energy behind me. Intensifying. A familiar heat filled my insides. I could feel him move towards me, his long, hard legs against the backs of my own. His pelvis, growing harder, against my backside. “Your drink, m’love.” He murmured as he lowered his body against my back to set the glass on the bench next to me. His other hand made it’s way around my waist to press against the firm flesh of my bare stomach. His shirt was off and I could feel the skin of warm, bare torso against the length of my back. There was the soft pressure of his lips against my shoulder. Cool, having just sipped from his cold beverage. My spine rang with anticipation as every nerve ending all of a sudden came to life. I could feel him pause, as he slipped out of his shorts. I was thrilled with the thought of him standing tan, hard and naked, not to mention, fully erect, behind me. Still leaning, I relaxed into my arms supporting me on the side of the boat; the weight of his torso bore against my own. I curved my spine into his chest and stomach, wanting to feel the length of him. He slid a hand under my bikini top, releasing a breast from its confines. My nipples had already begun their firm, instinctive response the moment Nathan had squared up behind me. Squeezing, he held my breast’s small, full weight in his large hand, twisting slightly the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I closed me eyes, the view beneath me no longer of much interest. I gripped the rail, my knuckles whitening. Giving in to instinct, my back arched as though with a mind of it’s own, urging my tailbone upwards. Through the thin material of my bikini bottoms, I could feel his hot, extended length moving against me. While one hand removed my top and ran it’s way now roughly over both breasts, kneading, massaging, stopping randomly to manipulate a nipple, his other traced its way further down my stomach and inside the flimsy front of my bottoms. To his audible pleasure, he found me damp and swollen, eager to his touch. He continued to move his mouth over my back and shoulders, while his fingers made their way into my soft, moist folds. There was nothing slow or deliberate. There was an urgency to his touch that was also evident in the intensifying motion of his hard, smooth penis against my bottom. One of his fingers delved into the deep, wet of my flesh, penetrating. One smooth, rapid movement that inspired a sharp moan on my part and I widened my stance, arching my behind upwards as though asking for more. He accommodated and the palm of his hand placed perfect pressure on my swollen, sensitive sex as he continued to penetrate me rhythmically with various fingers. He broke only briefly to slide my bottoms down completely, no longer wanting to compete with the impeding fabric. I stepped out of them easily. I could now feel the bare, hard length of him against my soft, bare flesh. His torso was hard and warm, damp against the breadth of my back. I lowered one of my hands from its grip on the rail and covered his as it moved blissfully between my legs. Slowly, I began to direct his pressure, moving with him, taking back a little control. He was obvious in his enjoyment of my participation and his hard cock against me moved with increasing fervour. I moved against him, sensuously matching the rhythm of his hand and his pelvis. Together, we moved in perfect synchronized rhythm, and I surprised myself to find, with this delightful manual manipulation to be near climax. I could not contain a long moan. The hard of his forehead dug into the muscles of my upper back. Without any warning, he slid his hand from between my legs and with only a slight hesitation, grabbed my hips forcefully and plunged hard, long and deep within me. I gasped sharply with surprise and intense pleasure at his glorious invasion. It was delicious agony, my back arching instinctively, extending my bottom and crotch upwards as much as physically possible to give him deepest access. My hand remained, continuing to gently stroke, and welcomed eagerly his own back to play with my swollen clit. He gently squeezed and fondled the damp, pink flesh, while he allowed my hand to wander to where we joined, feeling the sensual, undulating movement, stroking and massaging his tight scrotum. I could feel a long groan into my shoulder blade. Our bodies in unison, his long, swollen cock filling me ever deeply on each vigorous thrust, and our hands together, assisted in taking us to the height of frenzied passion. With increasing urgency we lost ourselves in the touch and feel of the other. I delighted in the thick, damp stem of his cock, moving enthusiastically in and out of me. I was about to come and I embraced leisurely the blissful ache and warmth that was spreading it’s way through my inner thighs, groin and individual parts as we fervently touched and explored. My breath was reduced to panting, and there came a delicious long explosion of tingly heat extending from my thighs to deep within my stomach. Everything quaked. I let out an animal moan. Within an instant he joined me, his movements large and powerful. I heard a long, seemingly agonized groan and with the entire width of his strong hands, he gripped my hips hard against his own. He shook violently atop me before releasing his exhausted torso down upon my own. Again, I supported our mutual weight upon the railing. Nathan remained deeply enveloped within my damp warmth as his hands went to my breasts, cupping softly. His breath ragged into my back. Lulu Reads welcomes you! Read on....

As she turned the key in the lock she leaned into the door. He stood behind her, hands resting casually on her hips as the door gave way to her effort. Upon entering, Jessica threw her jacket upon a nearby chair and excusing herself quietly, made her way promptly to the bathroom. Over her shoulder, she asked, “Can you get us some wine, David?” After the fervour she had felt on the street, she needed just a moment away from him to regroup. Consider what she was doing and what it might mean to what they already share. With hands gripping either side of the pedestal sink, she stared hard into her reflection staring back. It’s already gone too far…. Can we really go back, now? Jesus, I don’t want it to stop. She allowed herself several moments as her thoughts alternated between the past, the possibilities and the current, so damn appealing, reality. “Hey Jess? You OK in there?” His voice echoed through the hallway, concern evident in his tone. “Yeah…. Thanks.” She ran the water and gave her hands a quick wash, needing to fill up the space between them with noise. Meaningless activity. Why am I freaking out? Just get out there and… just go with it. You want it- him- so damn much. Just go! Before she could engage in any more unproductive silent dialogue with herself, she emerged from the bathroom, towel still in hand. He was waiting just beyond the short hall, a glass of wine held out to her. Taking the glass he presented, she smiled wanly. He turned to sit in an expansive chair among her works of art, all still waiting, at various degrees of completion. She sat in a chair across from him, separated by a tidy coffee table. She sipped silently. David sat comfortably in the silence, his glass resting carelessly on his thigh. He regarded her with care, sensing she was having difficulty now that they had some distance from those moments outside the bar. “We don’t have to, Jessica.” He paused briefly, looking intently at the wine glass resting on his leg, before continuing, “Jess, I don’t want to ruin what we have… if you aren’t really ready to… y’know, I understand.” As he spoke her gaze fixed firmly upon the deep, red liquid in her own glass. Again, silence. When she looked up after several long moments, his eyes were soft, no judgement or reproach. She could see he understood, was likely feeling the same conflict. Placing her wine on the table between them, without thinking, she walked around to sit before him on the floor. Sitting tall on her knees, she placed her hands on his thighs and leaned close towards him. “David….” Her voice was little more than a murmur. “I don’t know what happens if we do this… but I want it, David. I want you.” She leaned closer still until her face was mere centimetres from his own. This time she took the initiative and before the voice in her head could convince her otherwise, she brought her lips to his. Lightly. Very lightly. Barely touching, she played her lips over his, lightly nipping at the fullness, the corners, the edges of his mouth. He sat, barely breathing, letting her continue with her lead. It was unbearable, delicious agony as he sat, unmoving, while she slid her mouth gently from his lips, along the strong angle of his jaw, to his earlobe. He could feel her teeth as they gently nibbled the soft flesh, before he felt the cool trail of her tongue as it traced down the side of his neck. In instinctive response, closing his eyes, he leaned his head back into the support of the chair. He wanted nothing more than to grab her with both hands and drag her atop him, but this glorious, achingly gentle teasing was too intensely pleasurable to bring to an end. And he wanted to see where she would take it. As she moved her lips from where she nibbled at his earlobe, she could feel the pulse quickening under his skin. She felt the beginnings of beard growth rasping against her sensitive flesh and revelled in his masculinity. His smell was intoxicating, citrus with the faint scent of sweat. She let her tongue be the guide as she kissed, slowly exploring his neck and throat, down to the opening of his shirt. With a firm squeeze, she moved her hands from where they supported her on his thighs to his loosed collar. As her mouth continued it’s journey around the bones of his clavicle, her fingers worked to undo the buttons of his shirt. With each release of a small plastic disc, her hands grazed the hard of his torso beneath. She heard an appreciative moan from above. With the opening of buttons, Jessica spread the neatly pressed fabric away to expose his tanned, muscled form. Her lips and tongue moved to circle a hard nipple, before taking it in entirely. Another sound of pleasure in response. As Jessica traveled, letting her tongue trail through the crisp, course hair between nipples and made her way along the distinct ridge separating the muscles of his abdomen, her hands returned to stroke the length of his strong, muscled thighs, before one came to rest on the hard mass straining beneath his zipper. It’s size and readiness was not lost on Jessica as she stroked hard atop the straining fabric of David’s pants. His pelvis moved to meet her bold touch. With both hands and as her mouth traced along the skin at his waistband she slowly unfastened the button and zipper. She could feel his hands at her shoulders, at her hair, stroking, pressing her along. Closer. Despite the constraints of the shorts he wore, as the zipper of his pants came loose, his throbbing sex moved forward, delightfully freed of the strict confines of the pants. Her hands firmly placed on the waistband, Jessica slid the pants, along with his underwear, down beneath David’s butt. She inhaled fully, smiling, impressed, as this one movement freed him entirely and as one hand cupped and played with his tight sack, the other running hungrily up his hard torso, she brought her mouth over the tip of his engorged sex to envelope what she could of the length of him. His pleasure was audible as he gasped sharply. Jessica traced her tongue around the satin tip and down the length of its warm, smooth underside. He moved beneath her, his hands winding deeper in her hair, wanting to direct her movement. She took a hard testicle in her mouth, her tongue darting, teasing, spurred on by the appreciative sounds coming from above. Aided by the force of his hands, she moved up again to take him into her mouth fully. In steady motion she sucked and licked as his hips moved with her in unison. David closed his eyes and surrendered himself entirely to Jessica’s oral exploration. Her mouth on his throat, her warm tongue tracing the curves and hollows. Perhaps his first time he’d known such delicious anticipation, but certainly not since. He squirmed as she released the buttons of his shirt, slowly making her way ever lower. He couldn’t wait, wanted only for her to tear him from the confines of his trousers and suck his begging sex until he burst forth in complete abandon. But he loved the softness of her lips on his skin and endured excitedly the trail of burning that followed. He nearly reached his delirious end with her mouth and tongue working upon his cock. In a matter of strokes he would explode and he wasn’t near ready for this to end like that. He had to feel, to taste, to experience, all of her. Hmmmmmm. Read on...

This is merely an exerpt... there's more from Ache of the Sea! We sat for several moments, inhaling the remarkable surroundings. I felt his lips graze my shoulder. I turned to face him. It felt as though he looked full into me, through my eyes and into the depths of my soul, before he gently, slowly took my mouth with his own. I closed my eyes and surrendered into him. His lips were soft; his tongue skimmed the inside of my top lip. I shivered. I allowed his tongue to search out mine and The Australian let out a muffled groan. From somewhere deep inside his perfectly muscled chest. My fingers wound their way around into the hair at the base of his skull. His mouth left mine as he turned his head downward. One of his hands made its way up to my breast. He held it gently, cupped in his tanned, sinewy hand. My nipples were hard as pebbles, pressing against the light fabric of my shirt. With thumb and forefinger he played with one, and pinched it slightly from atop the flimsy material. I gasped and leaned my forehead hard into his hair, my eyes closed, utterly giving up to the ecstasy of his touch. He turned, setting me down on the bench, and sat before me on his knees. He grasped my breasts in both hands and rested his head against my stomach. Pulling his hands down the length of my sides, they came to rest on my hips and he laid his head in my lap. I stroked his hair, not anticipating what would come next. Grasping my hips he slid me down so that my rear end sat over the edge of the bench. Gently, slowly as he lifted his gaze to my face, to my eyes, catching the blind lust evident in their grey-blue depths. I was entirely intoxicated. He slid my skirt up past my thighs; lifting my hips, he tucked the fabric under my bottom. A glint of satisfied surprise in his eye to find I’d worn no panties. Before I had a chance to protest, he lowered his head into my trimmed crotch and kissed the soft neat, mound of fine, curly dark hair. I moaned faintly and lay my head back onto the edge of the gazebo wall. I was more than happy- ready- to receive what ever he had in store. He kissed the hair. He moved his mouth slightly lower, blissfully deliberate; I could feel his warm breath on my rapidly inflaming flesh, his hands kneading the firmness of my hips. He brought one hand over to replace where his breath had warmed and played gently with his thumb. My flesh was warm and damp, and growing firmer, more swollen, to his touch. He stroked lightly at first and with the gentle firmness of his thumb and forefinger, pinched and teased the pearl of my clit, all the while playing his tongue over the quivering softness of my outer lips, darting, down, teasing along the outside edge of my moistened, ready opening. Completely uninhibited, my body instinctively opened, warm and plump just for him. His tongue replaced his fingers over the swollen tip of my sex while his thumb took up residence, moving to stroke firmly the thatch of hair above. As he massaged gently, though insistently, with his fingers, his tongue slid lightly into the welcoming folds of my clit. I felt a pleasure nearing pain and couldn’t contain a long moan. He placed a hand under one of my thighs and placed it on his shoulder. I instinctively placed the other. I now had him completely, deliciously, enveloped between the firm flesh of my warm, damp thighs and it served only to excite him more. Gently he continued to slide his tongue into my moist folds, while occasionally pulling at the swollen flesh with his lips. Oh God, I thought silently. More please. More. Both of my hands ran through his hair, applying a gentle pressure, keeping his face firmly between my legs. His mouth moved freely, as did his tongue, and with increasing urgency. While he manipulated the length of my inflamed clit, he would occasionally nip with his soft lips before gliding his tongue down, slowly, deep within me, eliciting deep, rasping groans from above. My hips were now moving rhythmically, pressing my warm, wet pussy against the soft pressure of his mouth. Against his face. I looked down to watch. I pressed my hips upwards as he received me eagerly, his tongue exploring my depths. Fucking me. He encouraged me with the circular, ascendant kneading of his hands on my rear end. I had lowered my legs from his shoulders. The balls of my feet and toes ached, pressing hard into the wood floor on either side of his body, my legs spread wide. So very open. My back arched. I watched as he revelled in the lack of constraint of my thighs and freely licked, sucked and kissed every centimetre of my open exposed sex. The sight of his handsome face buried, thoroughly enjoying, my hot, wet crotch, generously uninhibited in his desire to give me pleasure, was more than I could handle. I didn’t want it to stop, but with every gentle, insistent movement I knew I was about to cum. Just not yet. I repeated silently to myself. He seemed more than pleased, even eager, to remain, allowing me every ounce of pleasure that could be had. I knew I was on the verge. I was about to explode. “No.” I cried out, even before I knew what I was saying. I pulled his head abruptly from between my legs. I gently pulled him up towards me. Before I was too overcome, I wanted- no, needed- him inside me. I wanted to cum with him, not alone. He knew what I was doing and turned to sit upon the bench himself. I sat astride, my skirt still hiked up above my thighs. I could feel him rock hard against an inner thigh. I could see the faint outline pressing against his jeans. I quickly fumbled to undo his pants and free him from their snug confines. I pressed up on my knees so that I could allow him to pull his pants down enough to allow me free access. Unbound, the sight of him was impressive, and I couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction as I took him in both hands and caressed the soft, warm, dry skin. His hands were at the back of my neck and I felt the light fabric of my halter fall to my waist. He had both of my breasts in his hands, pinching both nipples gently with his fingers and thumbs. “Harder…” I whispered into his hair. He responded in kind, providing me just the slightest inkling of glorious pain as he squeezed. He dropped his head to take one of my firm, responsive nipples in his mouth. Caress it with his teeth, nibbling only slightly. I continued to stroke his hard, cock, the ropey veins pulsating under my touch. I fondled his scrotum, the pleasure evident in the sounds he made against my breast. From root to soft, silky tip, I used both hands to get to know the remarkable length of him. With ragged breath, now looking at me, he produced a condom and placed it in one of my hands, while with the other, I gripped hard, with the full expanse of my hand, the length of his erect penis. I leaned forward to kiss him. Forcefully, demanding as the intensity of my mouth was reflected in the fervour of my touch. I stroked with greater zeal and his groan echoed in my mouth. He returned my urgency with his tongue, intertwined with my own. His hands kneaded both breasts, fondled my nipples, occasionally pinching with force. He moved beneath me, his body speaking to me, begging. We paused long enough for me to rip the rubber sheath from its foil, panting, our damp foreheads resting against each other. In one movement I pulled the condom down the length of his pulsing, hot cock. I ran a hand down its length to ensure its permanence. Shaking, I raised myself up on my knees, his hands resting firmly upon my ass and I slid down his taut belly, feeling his hard torso firmly against the bone of my aching pubis as I lowered myself toward him. I stopped when I felt the tip. I was so incredibly ready to envelope him inside my moist warmth, but I stopped. I could feel the firm head of his penis against the heat of my ready opening. A cold shiver ran through me and I savoured this moment of delicious anticipation. I lifted my head; my hands were firmly tangled in the hair at the back of his lovely head. He lifted his gaze to mine. As I gradually lowered myself, the damp warmth of my eager flesh taking in the length of him, all the while maintaining his steady, passionate gaze with my own. Nearing delightfully full, his pelvis thrusted slowly to pierce further, deeper, and I gasped. I smiled and closed my eyes. His hands and mouth moved to continue working my breasts, and with complete and utter ecstasy, I let my head fall back as his mouth made its way to my throat and I revelled in the feel of him: rock hard, throbbing, warm. Full inside me. We moved together, our sounds of pleasure audible. We were lost in one another and the intensity of pleasure I had just experienced with the skill of his mouth, returned. I knew I was coming close to climax but was not ready for this to end. He slowed all of a sudden and wrapping his fingers in my hair pulled my face back to his own. His lips met mine and slowly, much like our first kiss on the beach, and despite the passion raging through our bodies, his mouth explored gently. His tongue darted, his teeth played with my bottom lip and I returned in kind, my own tongue gently lighting against his top lip, and then softly sucking on the bottom. With this renewed mindfulness to the simple act of kissing one another, our bodies instinctively, unconsciously, responded with urgency, our hips once again resuming a rapid and sensuous rhythm. It was quickly becoming more than I could bear. Our mouths remained entwined as our bodies thrust violently against one another. With the intensity of our movement, I arched back suddenly, his hands holding me firm, gripping my bottom with incredible force. I pulled his head to my breasts, his hands moved to gather them towards his face and I released a low cry, “Oh God, Nathan!” There was a quaking within me and I could feel the muscles of his body below mine, tense. With my cry, his arms wrapped around the middle of my back crushing me hard against him, his face buried in my breasts, with a tremendous gasp, he himself, cried out. We continued to move slowly, the urgency melting away. Our breath ragged. He gently grasped a nipple between his lips and played with his tongue. We gradually came to a stop, my head resting against his own as he playfully nipped at my hard nipple. We were slippery against one another with our sweat and the moisture of the air. I sat astride, revelling in his attention to my breast. He was still deep within me and neither of us was in any hurry to change that. We sat. Our clothes fiercely askew. My face in his hair as I stroked its softness and he, gently kissing me.