The Outlook

[fr33ks33k]

*Amidst the empty ocean, a sight catches his eyes. Someone is watching him. He doesn't mind, but it is intriguing enough to draw his arms to action. Easily swimming back toward the shore, he stops, treading water again. A familiar face is present there, a pretty sundress billowing in the breeze, exposing scant amounts of creamy thighs. His smile widens further than before, enjoyment enhanced by a friendly presence. He swims closer to her rock, grabbing hold and resting against it a moment*

Hello there! I didn't imagine there'd be anyone here at this time...but time is such a fickle entity...How're you? Fancy a dip? Or would you like some company up there?

 

[Britwitch]

The something becomes a someone, and a familiar someone as they swim closer through the sparkling waters.

"Ah, but this is one of those magical places, time is practically nonexistant here!"

I smile down at the face looking up at me.

"I don't know if I'm brave enough for a swim, looks a little chilly for me...but you're more than welcome to come up here and join me...if you want to, of course. Don't feel obliged to though..."

 

[fr33ks33k]

The water's not so cold, but I'm happy to come sit with you. It's been another long while...much overdue.

*With precises motions he climbs up and out of the water, shorts soaked right through. He plops down next to her, smling. Still a fair amount of his drunkenness remains, though the swim has pushed a good bit of the alcohol through his bloodstream.*

The moon's so pretty out here...

*His eyes wander to hers, also finding them to be quite the sight in the illumination*

 

[Britwitch]

I watch as muscles flex beneath skin and he pulls himself up to sit beside me. Water beading as it runs from bare skin, tugged ever lower by gravity. Trying not to follow their routes too obviously with my eyes.

"It is a gorgeous night..."

My eyes watch the beautiful moon hovering over the sea before looking back to his face, slightly over my shoulder, expression bordering on the coy.

"...and even lovelier when one has someone to enjoy it with..."

 

[fr33ks33k]

I watch as muscles flex beneath skin and he pulls himself up to sit beside me. Water beading as it runs from bare skin, tugged ever lower by gravity. Trying not to follow their routes too obviously with my eyes.

"It is a gorgeous night..."

My eyes watch the beautiful moon hovering over the sea before looking back to his face, slightly over my shoulder, expression bordering on the coy.

"...and even lovelier when one has someone to enjoy it with..."

*shaking water from his hair, trying not to get it all on her, he smiles*

Yes, very true. I can't help but feel like I owe you something. Can't put my finger on what it is though....

*The smile he returns is just as coy, recognition clearly on his face*

 

[Britwitch]

I giggle quietly as splashes of cool water spatter my shoulders despite his best efforts to keep me dry. Teeth chew on lower lip playfully for a moment before I lean a little closer and say softly,

"Me either...but am sure if we put our heads together we can...come up with something?"

A soft smile, a shift slightly closer and lips press against his.

"And I think I probably owed you at least one of those...for starters..."

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Any other thought is lost at the press of her lips. Maybe it's the whiskey, or maybe it's just longing, but his lips find hers again after her statement, separating only briefly to utter*

I believe I do recall that. Along with an extra long kiss and maybe a good feel to be copped at my discretion....

*one hand rises, resting on her thigh, pushing at the material of her dress, revealing fully the milky expanse of her thigh, fingertips caressing gently*

 

[Britwitch]

"That...that definitely sounds familiar..."

Comes my slightly husky reply, lips waiting just before his. Tongue wetting them as the odd combination of warm hand and cool water lands gently upon my thigh, a soft intake of breath as leg moves ever so slightly towards his hand. Dress fabric sliding higher, to bunch and wrinkle uselessly at the top of my leg.

"...definitely..."


Another kiss, my own hand rising to trail slowly down the centre of his bare chest towards his stomach.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*The top of her thigh is found, the next adventure exploring over her hip, the dress now oddly cocked up and to the side. No one is around to note it, and he can't help but grin against the kisses that continue to meet his lips. Her hand is on him and the warmth is a soft contrast to the water that continually drips from his frame. He readjusts his position, kneeling down in front of her. His free hand cradles her face, holding her gently as they continue the impassioned embrace.*

Definitely gone too long without doing this...

 

[Britwitch]

I shift closer, feeling my dress start to grow damp from the drips that wind their way down his flesh and seep into the fabric.
He shifts his position and my chin tilts skyward slightly, allowing the kiss to deepen, lips parting wider and silently inviting his to do the same.
Hips move ever so slightly beneath his wandering hand, thighs parting before him a fraction wider.
My hand reaches his stomach and moves around to stroke the side of his waist, just above the sodden fabric of his shorts.

...far too long...

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Wandering hand finds her hip, caressing momentarily before moving around to grab hold of her buttock, guiding her into a position below him completely. From here, her dress doesn't stand a chance of staying dry. His yes flutter open to meet hers, their kisses growing fiercer by the second, calming to gentle pecks every few minutes. The cold water has done nothing to limit the emergence of his manhood, stiffening against the cloth confines of his shorts even as his body moves closer to hers, knees finding rock, hips finding hers*

 

[Britwitch]

I move back easily, all of a sudden feeling the cool, slightly rough, texture of the rock at my back, the solid frame and heat of his body at my front. My dress is as wet as his shorts in moments. Clinging to curves, chilling the flesh beneath, causing already awakened nipples to harden almost painfully against the moist material now covering them.
I can feel his excitement, feel my own surging through my veins. There's something so powerful about hearing the crash of the waves all around, the pull of the wind at my hair and his body so close to mine.
My hips rise subtly from the rock, pushing higher to roll slowly against his. Guiding him between them. Feeling the soaking wet shorts pushing against me, cold wet meeting warm.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*In those moments between feeling her body and the chilly air of the tide washing in and out, he wonders if she's wearing underwear. Then he decides that it's inconsequential. His hands find out in the seconds following, moving them aside or spreading her legs wider, whichever is the case. All efforts are now focused on feeling the true heat she has in store for him.

Their lips are clashing still as the waves do against the rock they've lain upon. The distance from the shore, the closeness of her pebbled nipples to his bare chest, all things seem to imitate the ocean. Right down to the wetness his fingers caress once delving deep enough*

 

[Britwitch]

Our mouths break as his fingers stroke close, so close. Parting flesh and pressing within. My hips roll as my back arches, legs part wider, inviting him closer, deeper, nearer.

Hands reach up to his shoulders, holding firm before one snakes around his back to pull slowly down his spine towards his hips. Skirting back around to dip below the waistband of his shorts and curl around the firming flesh it finds. Tugging gently, playfully. Squeezing almost experimentally. All the while my hips rise and fall against his hand.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Teasing fingers find the smallest of buttons, the trigger to her pleasure, even as her hand finds his burgeoning member. It's a short pulse away from fully erect, the stroking ushering along the completion of bloodflow redirection. Toying with her clitoris brings a smile to his lips, watching her eyes as the intensity of his digits rolling against and squeezing the nub register.

One hand reluctantly leaves the crevice of her thighs, reaching up and around, tugging awkwardly at his shorts, finally managing to get them down around his own thighs, shifting to remove them completely, to free his shaft from its prison, to allow her to glide along its entire length without hindrance*

 

[Britwitch]

A small cry, almost lost among the sounds of the ocean, a quiet whine as sensitive bud is located and toyed with. Eyes widen, glittering, as my lips part in a long low series of sounds. Growls and whimpers as my already wet sex grows even more so.

A smile curves those same lips as shorts are removed and my hand makes contact with his shaft. Such heat, almost pulsing with need, with desire. The same need and desire that is coursing through my own veins. Fingers massage and pull back and forth. Lifting my face to kiss him, hungrily, fiercely.

Wanting to feel him, every inch of him...again...and again...

 

[fr33ks33k]

*It's an easy thing then, to lower his hips, to poise himself at her entrance, to allow her hand to do the final guidance, to help him inside the place they both know he belongs.

The first thrust, slow, filling. Resting there to revel in the fullness, the tightness, the wetness. Here amidst the crash of surf and ebb of tide, he feels whole again. But he also feels need, taking control of his actions, hips rocking to withdraw the steely part of himself from her. The gift is not taken entirely, and it is returned before the absence can grow to worrisome.

Her low noises are met with guttural sounds of his own, deep in the pit of his stomach he feels his desire grow, throbbing in other regions. The waves are his pace. Deep, slow, and rhythmic*

 

[Britwitch]

There's a moment of calm, in amongst the rush around them, the constant raw of the tide. That instant when he pushes inside me, fills me, almost to the point of discomfort. A second or two when it feels as if it all ceases.

Then he moves and the world is alive again with sounds and sensations. Feeling the roll of his hips mimicking the wave beneath them. My hands resting on his hips, holding on, tugging him closer as my legs curl slightly around his.

My sex clinging to his, sodden velvet grasping whenever he withdraws only to welcome him deeper and tighter than before.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Their union is complementary to the setting. Cyclical crashing, waves and hips and teeth and lips meeting, pulling away only to return. In such a marine environment one would believe her own wetness to be lost on him, but he feels it on every thrust. He revels in it. Groaning his pleasure as his body presses against her, the unyielding rock beneath them providing sharp contrast to soft curves and silken flesh.*

 

[Britwitch]

"Oh...oh fuck..."
The words come from deep inside, a hand rising sharply from his hips to curl fingers into his hair. Pulling his mouth tighter against mine.
Every jarring thrust against the rock drives him deeper within me, drives another wanton sound louder from my lips.
"...Yes...."

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Profanity, sudden and unexpected from her lips. A grin curls his own, faltering as a shudder of pleasure ripples through his spine. Her molten core is clutching, trying to hold him inside as he exits, causing him to crave her warm insides even more. Her hand in his hair, tugging, jerking him into another riveting kiss.

The thoughts in his head are on the horizon. On the looming feeling of pressure building in his loins. Their lovemaking has been so fast and furious that he is losing his control.*

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Yet another place left too long without a visit, his solemn steps send him on a path directly down the beach and out to the small rock that serves as his meditation point. His clothes are cast aside until all that remains is the thin cotton of his underwear. He sits with melancholy in his eyes, staring at the moon. His smile is still sad, and the light reflecting in the deep brown of his irises is somehow less bright than usual.

Before long, he's lost himself in the solace of the wind and waves, the tides crashing against the rock, spraying him with the salty bounty of the sea. His eyes are now closed, his mind is slowly drifting toward emptiness. It is peace he seeks, but whether he will find it remains to be seen. For now all that he can do is breathe deeply, exhale slowly, and wait.*

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Sneaks in, happy to be back in this place. It's a good place. And lo and behold, I'm not the only one.

I ignore the beach and the ocean, which is very difficult, but manage to sneak up next to him, and kiss the Fr33k's cheek.

Heya darlin. I am a little concerned about you.... should I be?

 

[fr33ks33k]

*His eyes twitch slightly, surprise registering in his body, but not in his mind. A familiar voice and a soft kiss pressed to his cheek. He remains in his meditative pose, though he does give a brief smile*

No, but thanks Vivi. Just need some time...

 

[Miss_Vivi]

I nod and slip down next to him on the beach. Resting my head on his shoulder, for once I'm quiet.

I can see the glimmer of the sun under the ocean as it begins it's ascent into the sky once more.