As Sue made her way up the steep dune, she reflected on her decision to pursue this "date" with Jack and found herself balancing between good, wholesome fun and deep guilt for her behavior which counteracted her beliefs instilled in her a long time ago. She wasn't a vixen nor did she believe herself a wandering, frustrated, sex-starved woman who was looking for newer, more exciting, long-lasting relationship with another man. She simply relished in the excitement of the day and felt free to partake in the joys of living. Sometimes life deals you a hand that is difficult to accept and begs you to indulge, occasionally, in behavior that to a conspicuous eye may seem foolish. She merely wanted to be with a man who could satisfy her deep seated need to feel pretty, desired and possessing a youthful exuberance. She believed that Jack was that person. She continued her climb up the warm, soft, sandy dune.
As she crested the hill, she caught her breath and was immediately shaken by the magical view. Out beyond the remaining sands, the ocean cast its mystical sheen beyond the horizon. The bright sun speckled diamonds across the sea's face and cast playful, glimmering jewels for as far as she could see. The sun was low on the horizon and a cool wind blew through her golden hair as she paused to take in the view from her new found vista. Sea birds and lobster boats meandered through the choppy waters as she raised her hands across her forehead to search for the footprints she was relentlessly pursuing. A small, shingled cottage lay in the distance partially hidden from her view by another sandy bluff. She noticed the footprints leading over the top of the dune heading directly toward the weathered cottage.
She ran forward, beckoning her legs to remain stable through the soft, hot sand. She paused at the top of the bluff and gazed upon her target. The cottage was small with no more than one or two rooms, with a porch that wrapped around the outside and seemed to stabilize the structure from the wild ocean breeze. She walked forward and watched the wind play with the sheer, white curtains that were billowing from the open windows. As she stepped onto the porch a sudden gust of wind filled the rooms inside and blew the curtains across her heated body as if they were trying to entrap her and take her captive. She brushed the curtains aside and quietly walked around the house, occasionally peeking through the windows in hopes of discovering any occupants that may not welcome her presence. The cottage seemed abandoned but she continued her cautious progress and peered around the far corner.
There, perched on a porch swing was Jack, gently gliding back and forth, his arms draped across the side and back of the seat. Jack seemed to be lost in his thoughts and didn't notice her slow approach. Not until she stood in front of him with her clenched fists firmly placed on her hips, did Jack break his gaze from the horizon and looked up into her glistening, green eyes. Sue accusingly said " Well, are you surprised I found you or are you disappointed?" Jack reached up and gently caressed Sue's outer thighs and slowly drew her to him. Jack answered confidently "I needed to prepare for your arrival, I'm sorry if you disapprove. I did not abandon you. Not too many places on this island for you or me to hide. If you didn't find me, I would have found you." As he spoke these words, his hands had deftly moved toward Sue's inner thighs and softly like a feather stroked her quivering legs. Sue's knees almost buckled under the gentle touch but recovered in time and quickly sat in the seat next to Jack. His arm quickly grabbed hold of her shoulder and he drew her into his warm, inviting chest.
His embrace kept her captive for a few minutes and with her head bowed toward his lap, Sue lightly touched and traced outlines on Jack's upper leg and knee. She could almost sense the electricity that flowed through his body as she made slow circles and faint lines with her sharp, manicured nails. The goose bumps that ensued rippled through his body and Sue giggled with surprise as her fingers continued their journey. Jack was obviously pleased with her taunting style and slowly raised his hips in a desperate attempt to stop the lightness of her touch. Sue continued her torturous playing with a wide smile. It was her turn to take control. After several minutes of this sweet torture Jack rose and asked Sue if she'd like a glass of champagne and nodded toward the chilling bottle. Sue accepted and straightened in her seat not wanting Jack to see the fire and lust in her eyes.
Jack told her the story of the cottage, of the man who lived here alone after his wife had died and befriended Jack many years ago. Jack told her that the man would sit on this very swing and listen to the ocean winds, believing that the howling was not the wind at all but was from all the souls who had died too young; their grief and pain a haunting tribute. The man had once told Jack that life can be too short and that every day should be lived to the fullest – as if it's your last. An emotion and belief that Sue was slowly giving in to. Sue quizzed Jack on his childhood, his desires, his hopes, dreams, and ambitions....boldly trying to gain insights into this special creature. He summed himself up quite simply by saying "I'm just a nice guy who likes to bring a little happiness into the world."
Sue fell silent and breathed deeply of the salty, cool breeze and gazed upon the wide expanse of the ocean. She felt comfortable, secure and hidden from view – alone with this man and her thoughts. Torn between escaping and giving herself up to her hidden desires, she surrendered and settled back in the swing, slowly sipped the fruity wine, and allowed Jack to gently glide their bodies in unison. She mused and believed she could always change her decision ...maybe.
Part 4
For what seemed to be a short respite, Sue noticed that the sun was quickly approaching the horizon masked behind some dark, ominous clouds. Jack confirmed her suspicions and said that "Weather was coming in so we better batten down the hatches". Regretfully, Sue released herself from Jack's warm embrace and stood up to stretch her legs and shake away her sleepy feelings. She felt Jack's presence behind her and stood stark still as he slowly traced the contours of her back with his light touch. She so enjoyed his touch and wanted to stay like this forever, continue her exploration into new experiences, and never to leave this glorious place. Her Captain as her guide.
His tender fingers and hands slowly outlined her soft shoulders and side and he moved closer to envelop her within his strong arms. His hands continued exploring her body as she fell back against his supporting chest. He circled his fingers around her belly button and paused as he sensed her rippling response. He softly traced his fingers inside the rim of her bathing suit, a gentle touch that electrified her body. She was melting and wondered if her legs would continue to hold her up, she gave into the quaking. She felt Jack press his manhood into her back and was taken by the softness of his body yet somewhat surprised at the hardness that gently rubbed across her lower back. She needed to do something with her hands, so she slowly raised her head, turned and reached over Jack's shoulders and began to run her fingers through his hair. Her legs now could give way as she had more support from his broad shoulders. She grabbed hold of his hair and pressed her body into Jack's hoping to meld into him and become part of his warmth and comfort.
Jack firmly grabbed her legs and quickly raised her body forcing her to wrap her legs around his hips. She was entrapped within the confines of his embrace and tightened her legs around his hardened body desperately trying to secure and attach herself to her new perch. Jack was strong and she knew he could hold her here for a while, a woman entwined in one of the most comfortable and secure places she had ever known. She slowly raised her head and enfolded Jack's head within her trembling hands and offered herself to a deep, long lasting kiss. He tasted wonderful and their tongues played to the rhythm of their movements. Sue becoming ever inviting, Jack responding and giving himself to her.
Jack turned his body and with surprising force, pressed Sue's back against the cottage's wall. Her breath caught and nearly forced her to bite down on Jack's exploring tongue. She released from the kiss and buried her face in his neck. Jack continued pressing and she felt his rising penis stab at her moistened suit. She thought that with the force of his thrusts, he would break through her bathing suit and impale her...she with no foothold to escape. She surrendered and continued melting into his body. She invited his pounding hips and gave into the joy and warmth that was spreading through her body. Secure in his embrace, Sue reached behind him to rub and pull his thrusting hips ever more closer to her thrashing body. She felt the strength of his buns and matched her breathing to his movement. In synch with each other they continued their paired dance and tried to fend off their building climax. Sue wanting this moment to last as long as possible.
Jack seemed to slow his assault and his heavy breathing became more regular. Small beads of sweat glistened his forehead as he raised his head and took deep slow breaths. Sue played her tongue across his exposed throat and gently nipped and bit his reddening skin. As Jack rasied his arms and pressed against the wall to support their combined weight, Jack said faintly "God, you are driving me crazy, I can't seem to get enough of you." To which Sue responded "I'm all yours Jack, take me, but do it slowly, I want this time to last so that I can recall every pleasing, gratifying moment." With bodies still entwined, Jack secured his hands under Sue and slowly carried her into the cottage. She felt her legs start to give out as Jack bent forward and gently laid her down on the living room couch. Soft pillows engulfed her head and body and with one of her feet touching the floor she pushed her hips up to meet Jack's hovering body.
