THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. ALL CHARACTERS ARE LIKEWISE FICTITIOUS, AND OVER THE AGE OF 18. ALL SEXUAL ACTS ARE CONSENSUAL.
ELLIE PT 1
She sat on the sand watching small waves fold in on themselves as the tide retreated. It was overcast and the gray hoodie covering her head kept her warm enough though she could feel her nose getting cold. She sat with her knees hugged to her chest, chin resting upon them. Thinking about not thinking. The distant noise from that morning's argument rather like the rhythmic slap of the water on the shore. Predictable, persistent, pointless. To her left the strip of boulders she'd climbed over, which seemed to her someone's idea of a jetty they'd given up on. Soon the low tide would expose the last rocks.
There was a house some thirty yards behind her and she heard a sliding door open and close but did not turn to look. In some moments a man came into her periphery but she did not turn to him nor he to her. He walked to the shore where the tide had left driftwood and bent to pick it up. When he turned back he angled toward her and she watched him approach. Lifted her chin from her knees.
Good morning.
Good morning, she answered.
I should tell you that you're trespassing. I don't really care but the houses out that way - he gestured to the distance behind him - are all private. Some of the neighbors get touchy about it. Best bet if you go that way is to stay at the water's edge.
Are you asking me to leave?
Not at all. Stay as long as you like. He turned to go. Thank you, she called.
He hadn't gone far when he turned back. I'm making breakfast if you're hungry. When she didn't answer he turned again toward the house. Tossed the driftwood into a side cellar. Then went inside.
The coffee had just finished brewing and he was cracking two eggs into a bowl when she tapped on the sliding door. She slid it open. Are you really offering breakfast, she asked. She was hungry.
Of course. Come in. Coffee just finished. He handed her a mug. Tell me you're not a decaf person.
I'm not.
Good. Help yourself. I'm Eric by the way. He reached into the fridge for two more eggs. And please tell me you're not vegan.
Not remotely.
Excellent.
I'm Ellie.
Pleasure.
She looked around at what she could see of his house. The room she'd just come through. You set the table for two, she said.  Were you expecting I'd come up?
I always set it for two. One never knows. Pop the toast down?
I'm Keto.
He looked up at her.
Kidding.
At the table she asked whether he typically invited trespassers to breakfast. Not usually, he said.
You must get a few though.
Some.  Usually they just keep walking and I don't care. Now and then some overnight road people.
What do you do about them?
I take them some food in the morning and wish them well on their day's journey. They get the message, usually.
She pondered that. But you didn't ask me to leave.
No. You were deep in thought and I wasn't about to interrupt.
She regarded him and changed the subject. This is good jam.
Thank you. I made it. Side hustle. They ate silently, looking at one another now and then. He held her eyes, bluegreen, aware of the swell of her chest beneath her hoodie. The way her dark hair hung over her breasts. As if sensing his awareness she straightened her shoulders. He held her gaze.
What do you do, she asked him.
This and that. I'm mostly retired.
You're young to be retired.
Got lucky with an IPO. Dodged the crash. Bought this place. I do consulting sometimes, some writing, technical or otherwise. Mostly writing. You?
Project Manager. Software. She took a bite of eggs. I can leave after breakfast, she said, mouth full.
He smiled. You don't have to. I told you. Stay as long as you like.
He washed and she dried and set the dishes and cups in the rack. I should go, she said.
Up to you. You're pleasant company.
She lightly chewed her lower lip. Show me around then?
He guided her back out the sliding door, allowing himself a glance at her ass. Lovely slope and swell.  She wore her jeans well.  From the deck he explained that the strip of boulders marked that side of his lot and where the properties became private, down to the waterline. They walked around to the cellar.
I keep my canning stuff and tools and firewood in there. You might have noticed the wood stove.
Mm hmm.
Around to the front where a small grove of trees shielded most of the house from view and the sound of the road. Through the front door, the small hardwood entryway, then back to the open kitchen. Short tour, he said.
Down that way, she asked, indicating a short hallway.
My bedroom, bath. And up there a loft where I work. There are stairs from my bedroom. More of a ladder really.
Wow. Cool.
They went back to the living area and stood quietly, she gazing around, he looking at her. I feel like you think like you need to entertain me. I really should let you go now.
Up to you.
She looked at him. You're a nice guy.
Thank you.
And if I may say - she paused - you hold my eyes better than most men.
He smiled. That's what a gentleman does.
Gentleman. Hmm. Thought you guys were extinct. Fossilized.
Sightings are rare, it is sadly true. Us and the snow leopards.
She threw her shoulders back again, her eyes on his.
You're teasing now, he said. Or testing, or both.
Maybe a little. Mostly I want to know what you're thinking right now.
I'm thinking I would very much like to see you with your top off.
And that's gentlemanly, is it?
A gentleman may enjoy every form of beauty.
Watching his eyes she peeled off her hoodie and draped it over the chair. Then did the same with the Vneck that clung to her. And then with some timidity her bra. Slowly exposing one breast, then the other. She draped her bra over the chair. Then looked back at hm to find his gaze had not wavered.
Well, she asked.
I'm going to break eye contact now, Ellie.
So I should hope. I've gone to some trouble here, Eric.
His gaze slowly slid over her jaw, her neck, shoulders, the expanse of chest that rose into full beautiful breasts perfectly proportioned to her body, by no means enormous but prominent, round, undoubtedly soft. He closed his eyes and then looked again into her eyes. Beautiful he said. Gorgeous.
She cocked her head, hands on her hips. And what gentlemanly thoughts are you thinking now?
He stepped to her and hooked his fingers in the loops of her jeans. Pulled her closer. I'm thinking that if I don't get to taste you it will be one of the great missed opportunities of my life. He leaned in and kissed her lips softly, then her neck, a bare shoulder. A bare breast and nipple. She clutched the back of his head a moment, then took hold of his chin and raised his face to hers.
And if you think for a moment that's the only taste I meant, Eric said, think again. He kissed her again, arms around her bare waist.
Lead on then, she whispered. Or on second thought, I will. She took his hand and pulled him toward the bedroom. She unbuttoned his shirt, then each went to work on the other's pants buttons, sliding over hips until he stood in briefs, she in plain white panties. He held her eyes. She gazed at the bulge forming in his briefs.
My. Someone appears anxious to meet me.
He is, to be sure. But first things first.
He gently pressed her backwards toward the bed until she sat on its edge. Then reached behind her knees and raised her legs. She leaned onto her elbows and he slid his hands beneath her ass and slid off her panties. She pressed her knees together but the look on her face sent a different message.
Now now, he said, don't tease, and he slowly pushed her knees apart.
The pussy he beheld was neatly trimmed, pink, and working its way into a pout. Maybe a glisten, or perhaps that was a trick of light. He again reached for her knees and lifted her legs, slid his hands to her ankles and raised them high. Then he knelt and let her legs drape over his shoulders.
She sighed as his warm, wet lips glanced here and there on her left inner thigh. Then her right. Small licks as he slowly approached her pussy. She felt his breath on her swelling lips. He took in her scent, savored it. More soft, lingering licks and kisses. She pushed herself at his mouth.
What was that you said about no teasing, a slight plea in her voice.
In answer he took a long slow lick up her pussy lips, stopping just shy of her clit. Then down, and slowly up again, and again, each lick slightly more assertive than the last. Then with his thumbs he parted her pussy, slipped his tongue in deeply, and began to fuck her with it.
Oh god, she moaned as she felt his tongue wriggle inside her. She clasped the back of his head and began to fuck his mouth. Is it ok that I do that, she asked.
Mm-hmm, came his muffled reply.
She fucked his tongue and lips, felt his nose graze her clit, fucked faster, clenched his hair. Please, my clit, she panted. Please. Then groaned deeply as she felt his lips cover it, his tongue flicking on it.
He slipped a finger inside her as he sucked. Curled it and stroked her inside. Fuck, she panted. Oh fuck.
