I had been living in the hills surrounding Adelaide for about five years when I met Molly. She lived in the United States and had come to Adelaide for a holiday… and we went for a sight seeing tour to explore the countryside and I was pleased to meet someone with whom to share my special places.
I love being near the ocean but the beaches near Adelaide have very little swell and are a bit boring compared with those on the coast of Northern New South Wales where I used to live. The beaches that open out onto the Great Southern Ocean are different though. The coastline is rugged and the surf continually charges against the shore in great ragged waves. There are still a few die-hard surfers who brave the cold and the sharks in their full length wet suits hoping for that perfect wave. I never took up surfing but I often sit spellbound on these wild and boisterous beaches in awe of the majesty of creation.
This particular afternoon we went to one of my favorite beaches. It is a place called Waitpinga (pronounced Whypinga) It’s an aboriginal name and the beach is quite long with rugged cliffs at either end. As long as the wind is not blowing in from the Antarctic, this beach is a most beautiful place. Often it is almost deserted with only one or two surfers or a couple of fishermen to disturb the solitude. Along the beach there are places where the sand dunes roll back from the shore into a nature reserve where low heath plants grow in this seemingly harsh but beautiful place.
The waves tumbled relentlessly against the shore. The foam flecked water sliding up the sand, splashing around our legs while we wandered along the deserted beach admiring the pieces of bleached and twisted driftwood that lay washed up on the sand. We picked up sand tumbled shells and threw them back out into the churning surf and I splashed her childishly with the cold blue water of the great southern ocean. When we had walked about half way along the lonely beach we came to a place where a small stream ran out of a lagoon, which lay hidden behind the sand dunes.
Beside the lagoon huge sand dunes rolled away from the coast and we climbed up into the saddle between two of these huge sand mounds, sheltered from the wind that always seems to blow down along the coast, Sitting high up above the beach we looked away, out over the ocean at the darkening sky of the evening. In the distance to the East, Kangaroo Island could be seen faintly on the horizon through the gathering darkness shrouded in the mist of the breaking waves.
Kangaroo Island is a beautiful place, the source of many important dreaming stories of the aboriginal people. That evening the whole place seemed old and yet really alive. We spread our towels there on the sand high on the dune, looking out over the moving ocean made me feel so reflective and calm . The ocean must be the soul of the world, like the human soul – sometimes peaceful and placidly beautiful with the sun sparkling on the blue surface reflecting the sky while at other times dark and terrible, capable of destruction beyond belief and all the time below the surface live the unseen forces which live and move us. We occasionally catch a glimpse of them and they light up our hearts as they flash in the sunlight like silvery fish in clear water.
As Molly gazed out over the ocean, I lit a small fire with driftwood and we sat together as the sun set and the relentless rumble of the breaking waves lulled us deeper into each other’s arms. Her cheek touched against my skin and I was floating among the clouds in a blue, blue sky. As my hand brushed her hair from her eyes, gently touching her face, I felt a gentle tremor flow through her body close to me. She turned her lips, seeking the mirror to her soul. Like the reflection of the sky on the surface of still waters we met, entwined, passionately seeking below the surface of a kiss for the fulfillment of a dream.
My fingers flowed through her hair that glowed like golden sand in the half-light of dusk. She returned the passion I could feel rising in my heart, our bodies pressed together. Gently I pressed my lips to her cheek and looked down upon her face, so close and beautifully relaxed and she bathed in my love, which flowed bounteously over her. What dream was gliding behind the closed lids of those sweet eyes?
I sheltered amongst her satin hair, breathing deeply the totally disarming perfume of a loving woman, I felt her fingers sliding under my shirt and caressing my skin, drawing me to her, Could she also feel the tingling of my every muscle and sinew, alive to her touch? Surely she could feel it as she played upon me, such a song of love and desire my body sang. I drew myself away, breathless, and knelt beside her. Her hands fallen on the towel beside her, she opened her eyes slowly, a comfortable smile passed across her lips and a flash of light in her eye as I reached to unbutton her blouse. The skin of her belly soft and warm under my hands as I peeled away the covering of my desire. She reached for my arms and drew me onto her tender breasts
Seeing the intense flame in my eyes she urged me closer. I lay at her side where my body was partly covering hers. Her hands reached my face. Her fingers trailed paths over my cheeks, my forehead, over my eyes and nose, and my lips. Her fingers lightly danced over my lips as she gazed into my eyes. I pulled her mouth to mine. Our kiss was so soft, lingering... Her tongue lightly traces the same path on my lips as her fingers had. First my upper lip, and then her tongue was running over my bottom lip. She pulled my bottom lip into her mouth and gently nibbled it. She could feel my body's reaction to her kiss. Every part of my body was tense with growing desire. Our tongues searched for each other. They met and twirled in passion. Our kiss deepened as our bodies danced their own dance.
