By: S.O.
“You coming?” He asked with a mischievous grin on his face, standing by the edge of the water. She watched intently as he made his way in, not taking her eyes off him for a second. It was dark, the moon giving off just enough light. But she still saw him. She had studied him, something he probably wasn’t aware of. She had memorized every single tattoo on his body, every single hair on his chest, his neck, his shoulders, his back. His arms, his hands, his fingers. His fingers. She shuddered and licked her lips. Boy did she love his fingers. The arch of his back, his legs. “Yes & yes” she thought to herself.
She’d never done this before, not because she was some prude of something, the opportunity just hadn’t presented itself. Swimming in the creek in the middle of the night! Who was she?? As if to give a nod of approval, the moon came up from behind the clouds and lit up the beach slightly. She got undressed and followed him in.
Warm. The water caressed parts of her that had never been touched before. Before she could even begin to be paranoid about semi planktons and other prehistoric sea creatures, he grabbed her.
Deja vu. It was as if she had been there before. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arms around his neck. Lips locked. She kissed him like it was the last time she ever would, she was starving and she craved him.
“I have an idea” he whispered and pointed to a fisherman’s paddle board floating peacefully in the moonlight. She nodded, blindly trusting him. “this is how people go missing you know” she thought to herself as he swam to get the paddle board.
She watched him still, with every stroke, it got warmer and wetter between her legs. Swimmers. She bit her lip.
“Get on” he said. His voice, he could make her do anything and nothing at all at the same time. She nodded and climbed onto the paddle board. “Lay down” All that obedience and compliance now had her butt naked on a random fisherman’s paddle board.
She saw him take her in slowly. Droplets of water pouring off her onto the board as if to give him a clearer view. Her breasts, her nipples now hard as rock pointing towards the heavens, her belly, her waist beads that he’d held onto and almost broke in a previous encounter, her hips, her legs, parted ever so slightly. Just enough to show him how much she missed him. The moon shone bright giving him a proper full view of her oozing, it glistened. She could see the hunger in his eyes. He wanted her.
“Wider” he groaned never taking his eyes off his prize. She obeyed. Too turned on to realize she was getting a little cold. He held onto the paddle board with one hand and put his ring finger and index finger in her mouth. He sucked onto them hungrily. She knew what was coming and she needed it.
“Wider” he whispered as he dug his fingers into her, her legs dangling over the edge of the paddle board. She moaned.
“Good girl.”
