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Tidal Passion
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Archive-name: tidal-passion
TIDAL PASSION
by Skip Donovan
To Joy,
with fond memories of all that we shared...
"Florida!?", you cry.
"Yes, Florida. Sanibel Island, just off Ft. Meyers. A friend of my
family owns a house down there that we can rent dirt cheap."
You look at me as though I have just proposed marriage. "Pat, that's a
long ways away. I don't think spending a week with you in Florida is such
a good idea."
"Christine Joy Alexander," I admonish, "you are 21 years old. You are
quite capable of acting like an adult. As am I. Think of it as a chance
to get away from this freezing hell-hole and spending a week in the
sun...and I just happen to be there."
You sigh. "It is damn cold up here, isn't it?"
"Freezing."
"All right. But you'd better behave like a gentleman."
"Don't I always?"
You smirk at me and give me a swift poke in the ribs.
* * *
You drive down to Chicago to meet me on Thursday. I sleep on the couch,
you in the bed. You get up at 6 am, just in time to find breakfast ready
for you on the nightstand. By the time I get out of the shower, you are
taking yours. When you get out, all our luggage is loaded and we do a
quick sweep of the apartment before locking up and dropping the spare keys
off at the Stewart's next door.
It is a long drive, but we have planned it all the way. We stop in Macon,
Georgia for the night. The room is small, but cheap. We toss over the bed
and you lose. I feel guilty, but you insist on taking the floor. When you
come out of the bathroom, though, you are surprised to see me sleeping on
the floor. In the morning, I am equally surprised to wake up with you next
to me. Some people have a strange sense of honor.
We reach Ft. Meyers late in the day on Saturday. It takes a while to get
out to the island, as the causeway drawbridge is up. But we finally make
it, passing by all the landmarks that I point out and all the places you
see that sound interesting. We finally reach the one story house at
Pelican Cove. As promised, the keys are hidden in the garden and I escort
you in. It takes us a while to unpack and choose our rooms, but we manage
to agree. In spite of the opportunites to go out, we decide we are tired
and order a pizza instead. We watch some movie on HBO while we munch, then
decide to turn in. Deep down inside I am aching to feel you against me in
the bed, but a promise is a promise.
The next morning I wake to a wonderful smell. You have either prepared a
VERY scrumptious breakfast, or you sneaked out earlier and bought it, then
dumped the packages as evidence. Either way I am happy and the meal is
delicious. We clean up after our meal and take a short walk down to the
beach. We sit out in the deck chairs and plan out some of the week's
activities. We decide to explore the shops in Periwinkle Place today, then
hit the Thai restaurant for dinner. The day is wonderful, as we find all
sorts of things that we like. In particular, you like this wonderful
seashell-flower sculpture at the Sand Piper, though it is a bit pricey.
You seem to be having a great time as we explore the island and I am glad.
After we polish off some Gai Tom Kah and Red Curry Chicken at the Bangkok
Inn, we return to the house.
"Be right back." you say, then disappear into your room.
"What are you up to now?" I ask.
There is a pause and your door opens a little way, barely revealing the
fact that you are not wearing anything. I blush.
"I wanna go for a moonlight walk on the beach."
Oh. Well... "OK. Sounds good. Anything else on the tour, ma'am?"
You smirk and throw a sock at me, then close the door. When you come
out...
...I am wearing my shorts and T-shirt, as I had for our morning walk. You
step out wearing a phenomenally beautiful one-piece bathing suit, which
accents your every curve and bulge. I swallow hard to keep my eyes from
popping out of my head. You smile, knowing you have hooked me. But what
you aren't prepared for is the neatly-wrapped present on the table behind
me, which you see after I step away from it. There is a card on the
ribbon:
"To Chris, for being my friend and helping to save my life...Love, Pat"
You stammer out something about how I shouldn't have done anything like
this, but I guide your hand toward the bow. You smile at me, realizing
there is no point in arguing with me, and start to open the package. The
ordinary carboard box underneath tells you nothing about the contents of
the present. You have to open it further. I watch in anticipation, hoping
you will be pleased. Your eyes widen in excitement as you pull out the
packing paper and realize that it is the seashell-flower sculpture from the
Sand Piper that you liked so much. I can see that you are upset with me
for buying it, but that you are more glad to have such a sweet gift,
especially one that you wanted so much.
"Oh, why did you do that?" you say, with a smile.
"Because I wanted to. Because you are special to me."
"And you're special to me, don't ever forget that." you respond and put
your arms around me in a tight hug. I hold you for a long time -- it seems
like all night -- but then you end the embrace by giving me a soft kiss.
"Let's hit the beach, Pat."
"OK."
We leave the house via the screened-in porch and walk down the sandy path
to the beach. The sound of the waves and the smell of the salt air greet
us as we look out over the expanse of the Gulf, as it disappears into the
dusky horizon. You take my hand and we walk north along the sandy shore,
small birds running here and there to get out of our way. Our conversation
is almost non-existent for the next half-hour. The sun is gone, replaced
by a waxy moon, the light of which casts the appearance of an oil painting
across the sea. It is picture-perfect. We stop to look at it.
"It's so perfect, isn't it?" you ask.
"It is, with you here." I whisper.
You turn and embrace me. I feel your arms as the clasp me warmly to your
body. Your head rests on my chest and I snuggle your hair. The salt air,
mixed with the pleasant scent of you, begins to stir warm feelings in me.
I softly stroke your cheek, turning your head upward toward me. Your mouth
opens a little and our lips gently touch. I feel your warmth flowing all
throughout me as we make the kiss deeper. Your tongue gently pushes into
my mouth and my knees begin to buckle. I fall into the wet sand, just as a
wave crashes to the shore, covering us both with spray. You pin me to the
ground, half-riding me and we kiss passionately once more. Sensual
electricity shoots throughout me as your kisses ignite my passion. My
hands explore your back, sliding down toward your behind, then coming back
up to wrap around your head and ruffle your hair. Finally, the assault of
kisses breaks off.
"Oh, Chris!" I gasp, needing air.
You sit upright on me, straddling in a blatantly suggestive and arousing
position. It is quite obvious to you that I am aroused, as you can feel
how firm I am through my shorts and your swimsuit. Your hands stroke my
chest, tugging at my T-shirt.
"This is in the way, Pat." you say, softly.
"I know...so is this." I say, tugging at the straps of your swimsuit.
You work my shirt up, slipping it off me and tossing it into the sand. I
slide your straps down as you pull your arms up. Soon they are free and
your swimsuit falls easily past your breasts and to your waist. I breath
deeply at the sight of your beautiful chest. Even though it is night, I
can still sense your face flush as you realize that I am seeing you this
way. But my only response is admiration for the beauty which you were
given by nature: your firm, round breasts, each with a tight little nipple,
firmly erect and awaiting my attentions. Your skin glistens just a little
bit from the misty salty air that is forming around us from the crashing
waves. I pull your chest down to mine, feeling the softness of your flesh
against my skin, as well as the firmness of your aroused nipples. Our
mouths lock in a passionate kiss and another wave crashes over us, close
than before...the tide is coming in.
Not long afterwards, we have removed each other's clothing. I was very
embarassed for you to see me as you removed my trunks, but you didn't seem
at all dissatisfied with my size. As you began to stroke my erection, I
pulled on your swimsuit, sliding it gently past your behind and your knees,
then off your feet and tossed it over somewhere by the rest of our clothes.
We are each facing the other's sex. You look longingly at my penis,
stroking my balls and placing angel kisses all around the base of it. I
gently nudge your legs apart, allowing me better access to your mound of
dark hair. I begin to nuzzle you between your legs, which part even more.
Your labia slowly open to reveal your soft, pink opening. I gently slip my
tongue down into you, sliding it in slowly and sensually. You gasp softly,
then start to take the head of my erection into your own mouth. I moan
into you, which causes you to moan, which begins a circle of intense
pleasure for both of us.
As you suck me, your fingers grasp my balls and rub them. Your other hand
begins to stroke my behind, brushing my cleft. I do the same to you,
clutching your buttocks with both hands, I begin to knead your behind. I
pull them apart, gently running my fingers between them. At the same time,
I am pushing my tongue as far into your mound as it will go. My finger
finds the opening to your anus and uses the lubricant from your vagina to
slide inside you. Once my finger is inside, I pull my other hand back to
caress your clitoris. Your moans get louder and your hips begin to buck.
Your mouth assaults my penis with such intensity that I can't imagine going
on much further. You suck me hard and use your hand to stroke me quickly
back and forth. Your fingers caress my balls and I can't hold back much
longer. You feel my bag tenses in your hand and my erection seems to grow
in your mouth. I start to buck.
"Oh, Chris!" I cry into your mound. "Oh God!"
You feel me beginning to pulse. Your mouth slips off my penis and you
stroke it wildly back and forth. You watch as my semen jets out toward
your breasts, leaving two or three streaks of white across your bosoms and
several more on your arm and in the sand. I continue to gasp your name,
but I am still trying to give you pleasure. Now it is time for you to
come, your hips bucking and your behind thrusting up into the air. I can
feel your orgasm inside your anus as your muscles lose control.
"Oh, Pat! Oh yes! Uhhhhhhn. Oh!" you cry.
You come in my mouth, your lubricant spilling out all over your mound, my
face and your thighs. I hold your body tight until every last pulse of
your orgasm has passed. Then your body collapses in the wet sand, next to
mine.
* * *
I am not sure how much time passes as we lay there together. The moon
seems to have moved a little, but the water has moved up a lot. The tide
is coming in...
I hear you stir next to me. Your hand is trying to coax me to sit up,
which I happily do. I look at you laying there, still glowing from the
pleasure of your orgasm. The water has rushed over you a few times and
your body seems refreshed. Your breasts glow and the hair of your mound
glistens with moisture. Your hand reaches gently for my limp penis,
guiding it toward your body. I get the hint and my penis begins to grow
again. You lay back in the sand open your legs to me. As I move between
them, a wave rushes up around your body. You reach out for me, wrapping
your arms around me, then your legs. I feel the heat from your sex as mine
slips down amongst your pubic hair. You raise your hips a little and
suddenly I slip inside you. You must be very excited still, because I slip
into you effortlessly. Sensual warmth flows throughout my body,
originating from our joining. I begin to pump my hips slowly back and
forth, sliding my penis almost all the way out of you, then slowly back in.
We both watch this act for some time, as my firm erection, wet from your
moisture, slides back and forth inside your silky vagina. I slowly lay my
chest against yours and the act of lovemaking really begins.
Your body arches against my thrusts. You feel the shaft of my penis as it
seems to pry deeper and deeper into your body, pushing its way toward your
womb. You feel my balls as they slap against your wet behind. The top
side of my penis begins to stroke your clitoris after you shift your hips a
little bit. The pleasure increases for you. You begin to thrust back
against me regularly, your muscles tightening with every pump of my penis.
Meanwhile, our mouths are filled with passion as our tongues explore each
other. I feel your mouth suckling my nipples and I, in turn, suckle your
luscious breasts. I kiss your neck, nibble your ear, ruffle your hair,
kiss your nose, kiss your mouth, stroke your face with my hands. You place
angel kisses all over my face and neck. Your arms are locked around my
back, holding me against you for each and every thurst I make. Our bodies
are pounding together in a natural, sexual rhythm. The moment is close at
hand, Chris.
You feel your head beginning to spin. Your behind, anus, and vagina begin
to squeeze more tightly. Some kind of force begins to lift your back high
up in the air, arching in a way you never thought possible. Warmth begins
to flood throughout your loins, pulsing in a soft rhythym, then throbbing,
then squeezing, then pounding, then exploding! Wave after wave of pleasure
bursts in your hips, thighs, and buttocks. Your vagina screams for release
as it clasps my penis over and over again in its tight, passionate embrace.
"Pat! Oh God! Pat! Yes, yes, yes! Oh god! Uhhhhnnnnn!!"
A wave crashes over us. The explosion of the wave coincides with the most
powerful pulses of your orgasm. Your mind spins out of control as you
climax over and over and over again...the tide is coming in.
Your screams of passion fill my ears. The pulsing of your orgasm and the
pounding the surf drive me over the edge. I drive all the way into you.
The head of my penis butts against your cervix and you gasp. My hips and
thighs pound uncontrollably against your body.
"Ohhhh, Christine. Oh God, Chris! Chris! Christine! Yes! Oh, yes!"
I feel an incredible explosion of pleasure and light and force inside my
loins. The base of my pounding erection throbs as I begin to come. The
head of my penis swells and the whole organ pulses as my semen begins to
spurt out, gushing into your vagina and splattering in wave after wave
against your cervix. I keep thrusting and bucking as it spills out of me
and into your warm, passionate body. It seems like I am never going to
stop...
"Oh, Christine!" I cry. "Oh God, I love you!"
My mind begins to blank as the last waves of my love spill into you.
Another wave raises up and crashes over our joined bodies. The tide has
come in...
* * *
It is noon before I wake. I am back in my bed at the Johnson's beach
house. I have no idea how I got here. I am still a little disoriented,
but i start to sit up, but then realize that something is in the bed with
me. I turn around to see you staring at me, smiling. We are wrapped
tightly in the covers, but you pull them down to reveal the fact that we
are both still nude. You look into my eyes and say only a few words,
words that will ring in my ears forever...
"Make love to me, Pat."
And I do.
...the tide will always be in...
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