Reflections from the Blue Coast

[ariosto]

He slipped into the ancient tub behind her and a quart of soapy water sloshed over the sides. Beka's back was smooth and tanned except for a faint pale line where her halter top had tied behind her.

No he thought, no love affairs....

He cupped water in his hands and poured it into her hair, startling her. He kissed her neck.
"Let me wash your hair."
She sighed and leaned back against his chest resting her hands
on his knees.
"Comfortable?"
She smiled and nodded.

He wet her hair thoroughly and worked a wonderfully fragrant floral shampoo into it with his hands.
It was a delicious feeling and Beka thought she might just drift off to sleep right here in the tub.

No love affairs, there was Victoria Reese last year. He said he'd write often but he hadn't. Celsete Wong the madam at the bordello had been a friend...not exactly a lover but....

"Listen Jack!"
Outside some one was playing a concertina and singing with a husky deep rich voice.
"That's Old Armand."
He said slipping his arms around her, cupping her wet sudsy breasts in his hands and rolling her nipples playfully.
Beka could feel him against her back. Warm and hard once again.
"We can go out and listen to some music if you want..."
His lips were close to her ear his words hung inside them, he began to kiss them.
"If you want..."

She looked down at his hands, at his fingers playing with her nipples, gently squeezing, pulling...oh god.
"Jack whatever we do, maybe you should rinse my hair first...don't you think?"

 

[Sienna]

IC: Beka..

I listened to the concertina playing outside and Armands' voice. One could tell straight away that this was France. You never get that kind of ambience in the streets of London from buskers. It is often a violin, guitar or someone blowing a brass wind instrument.
Funny how diferent locations have their familiar sounds.

Jack offered to take me out onto the street to see and listen to Armand playing. But I was happy just to hear it in the background as it was and be close to him. Besides, his fingers on my nipples felt very soothing and relaxing, as much as it was making me feel horny once again. I could feel his hardness too.

Jack rinsed my hair, pouring cupped hands of water over it. It was not the best or correct way to rinse ones hair in the bathtub because the water was soapy, but it felt nice and the warmth of the water so relaxing.

Jack asked if I had any siblings. I told him that I had an older sister called Sarah. Then told me about a painting that he had once done with two sisters. Suddenly I remembered it. It was famous and sold for quite a great deal of money some years ago.
"The witches of the lake. I know which one you mean."

"That was the only painting I ever really earned a great deal from that was my own. Getting there was a struggle and then....."

He played with the soapy suds in my hair. I laughed and squeezed his hand tight. I knew about the struggles he must have experienced. One thing I had learned was getting to be a recognised artist was not easy. Some never get to realise their fame until they are dead.

"Jack, I still want you to draw me. A nude."

"Well, I would like to very much. But your time here is limited. You have lots more to see on your tour de france."

I turned slightly looking up to him. He cupped my face in his hands as I smiled at him. "Jack, I don't mind spending my time here with you. I think that I have found someone who can really make this vacation so complete."

 

[ariosto]

"Then let's get started!"
Jack stepped out of the tub and handed her a towel.
"This town stays up late so we can draw for a bit, get dressed and then go out for a drink or a walk on the beach."

She walked with him into the studio where he took her towel away and studied her in the warm glow of the studio lights.
"You are so damned beautiful, it's hard to decide what angle to take."
He walked around her with coldly appraising eyes and Beka almost felt uncomfortable. He seemed so objective about it all.
"Jack! Don't look at me like that!"
And she threw her arms around him and kissed him warmly.
"It's me Beka, not some model you just hired."

He laughed and set her down on the sofa.
"I'm sorry love, old habits die hard. OK look up at me and smile...yes....lean back...that's right. I wonder can you raise your hands and cup your breasts...Good!"

He had to work fast, the pose he'd set her in would be uncomfortable after afew minutes. He quickly set up the lights and sat in front of her with sketchbook and graphite pencil.
He was charged up! Looking at her full lips and at the rosey nipples raised so provacatively towards him was giving him an edge...a warm rush of arousal that was helping to drive his hand as he worked.
Outside the music was still playing. It was a warm summer night and the air was full of the smells of good mediterranian cooking and the salt tang of the sea.

Jack had the most desirable woman he'd ever drawn sitting a few feet in front of him. A woman he'd just made love to and would again, many times before the night was through.
The world was perfect!
What could possibly go wrong?


Drawing of Beka...

 

[Julianna]

Tara Marston.

Tara walked back to her hotel leaving Tom to do more investigating. They had been on the Blue Coast for three days now and watching various suspects who fitted Bronsons' description, but up close they were mistaken in their identifying assumptions.

She closed the hotel room door behind her and rested against it. She closed her eyes and started to take deep breaths running her fingers over her navel and onto her breasts covered by the dark blue dress.

The past week she had been working with Tom were now becoming torture to her. She longed for him to make love to her and now he was begining to creep into her fantasies. In her wild imagination she could feel him touching her, but as usual, Tara was not the kind of person who could show her weaknesses. She was expecting Tom to make all the moves.

Tom however was slightly younger and as yet did not realise the signals she was sending him. Deep inside his head he too had similar thoughts, but she was his superior in this case. He passed them off as simple masculine desires to want to simply "fuck" his boss.

 

[Sienna]

Beka stood beside Jack holding his arm tight intimately as they watched the village night-life. Armand still squeezing out tunes on his accordian outside the bar and serenading couples. The night air was fresh and slightly brisk as Beka playfully pulled jack towards the bar. Jack resisted and whispered in her ear: "Ask Paul to make up a carafe of my favourite and we can take it to the beach with us."

Beka ran over and Paul recognised her. She tried her best to say it in French but paul raised his fingers. "It's ok, I know what you want."

"You're English?" the suited man asked standing at the bar.

"Yes." she returned a smile and waited. The man leaned back and admired her form. "Tourist?"

"Excuse me?"

"You're a tourist. Not from these here parts. Where are you staying?"

Beka noticed his american accent and then realised she was being 'chatted-up' by this stranger. Paul handed her the carafe of white sparkling wine with two small crystal glasses. Then he looked at the man, flicking his towel over his shoulder.

"Can I get you another bourbon messieur?" Paul asked.

"No thanks bud." He watched Beka leave and finished off his drink quickly. "I have work to do."
-

 

[Julianna]

Jack waited for Beka in the street outside the bar. Tara Marston dashed passed him, nudging him without even noticing who he was.

Tara looked at Beka carrying the wine and smiling happily to herself. Then she entered the bar blocking the doorway to stop Tom from leaving.

"Tara! I thought you were resting?" Tom said looking rather high and jolly on his small drinking binge.

"And you have been drinking on duty? Ok, Tom, anything?"

"Nope. Nobody seems to know this guy. Maybe the inspector was right. Maybe he isn't here afterall." Tara folded her arms and grinned at him. "So what now?"

"I think we should have an early night and start looking tomorrow morning as soon as possible. " Tara handed a ring of keys to Tom. "I booked us in the hotel across the way. Your room is next to mine. Number 11."

 

[ariosto]

Jack had seen the man at the bar talking to Beka. When he'd first come here he'd been suspicious of everyone but it was a state that couldn't last forever and now he'd grown lax.
They waited for the traffic to pass then hurried across to the beaches.
"Did you know him?"
"Who?...oh you mean the american?"
She handed him the bottle and bent to tie her shoe.

An american...
He felt a twinge of unease.
Flush it Jack.

She stood up and he grabbed her around the waist.
"Don't you disappear on me."
He was looking right into her eyes.
"I won't Jack, I promise...now let's go to the beach!"

He slipped his arm through hers and walked her away from LaPlage Bleu and towards the small harbor area. She was puzzled.
"We can't take wine on to the private beaches Sweetheart. They sell their own."

"Oh!, where are we going then."

They were walking out now along a dock where numerous small boats were tied up.
"We're here."
He gestured towards a small wooden cabin cruiser.
"It's not much, but it's mine."

"A boat! You own a boat!"
He laughed and helped her down.
"It's no yacht you know, but it does serve it's purpose."
He sat down next to her in the open stern and popped the cork on the wine bottle.
"A toast! to us on this beautiful star filled summer night!"

 

[Sienna]

IC: Beka..

"A boat! You own a boat!". He helped me down onto the cabin cruiser. It was pure magic! I loved boats. I would often visit my uncle's yatch in Plymouth harbour where he used to moor it up for repairs before the regatta.

Jack pulled the cork on the wine and poured out two glasses of the sparkling wine. "See that? He looked up at the blaze of stars across the sky. A natural miracle and splendour. Just like you Beka, just like you.

His comment slightly flattered me. I was never at all likened to the splendour and beauty of the night sky before. We chinked glasses and once again I noticed his hand shake whilst putting it to his lips, sipping the wine. Jack, is there anything wrong? I mean the wine?

Nothing at all my dear." He smiled, resting his glass on the small table. "It's excellent. Never tasted better."

Jack held out his arms and I hugged him tightly. So happy to feel him close to me. "I have only just met you and already I don't want the day to arrive when I have to leave you." He held me gentle but firm. I could hear his heart beating so fast. But surely not as fast as mine. His hands slid down onto my buttocks, gripping me tightly, feeling my form through the short pleated skirt. He kissed my forehead as I looked up to him. "I never made love on a boat before."

"Well, it isn't that spectacular. Especially when its in a harbor on a calm low tide. Maybe one day I will take you out to sea."

"Mmmmmmm.....maybe I would like that." I replied. He kissed the tip of my nose and made it hitch.

 

[ariosto]

As it turned out they actually went to sea that very night.
The temptation to take Beka out away from the noisy harbor town was to great. Besides Jack didn't know if he'd have another chance since the boat was for sale and he needed the money. It could be gone tomorrow.

They didn't go that far. He cut the engine and they lay to about half a mile off shore.
The lights of the seafront bars and nightclubs looked like Japanese lanterns bobbing in the distance. Faint sounds of music and laughter drited to them on the cool wind.
They lay under a million stars and they were making love.

In the dim glow of a faint cabin light Jack could make out Beka's lovely body as she lowered herself again slowly onto him.
He was snugged deep inside her warm sheath, his hands moving softly up her body to her breasts.
He palmed them, squeezing gently.

"Lean down."
He whispered and she stretched forward bracing her hands on the life lines,brushing her nipples across his face, teasing them into his mouth and then out again...laughing.
"You devil...I want to taste you."

"You did not long ago Jack, don't you remember?"
She tightened up on him and winked.

dear God...[/]

He smiled and threw an arm over her back, pressing her breasts close against his face, his lips parted and he drew her in. His mouth filling with the warm sweet honied flesh.
She rotated slowly, delighting in the feel of his thick cock, trapped inside her.
Jack joined in the slow tempo of their movements, mirroring the gentle rocking of the boat.

A long slow love making under the stars...a perfect end to the evening.

 

[midas2001]

Tom Keenan

Tom watched inspector Cartier as he left the police staition and strolled along the Boulevard de Tasse towards the various drinking establishments littering the southern edge of the town.

He watched him as he entered what were obviously bars where the owners were old friends of his and plied him with various drinks that were 'on the house'.

"It's obviously good to have the local inspector as a friend around these parts" Tom said to himself.

After several stops for refreshment, Cartier entered a dark side street and disappeared inside a door at the other end. Tom creeped along the alleyway and paused outside the door to listen. The sign on the door made it clear that this was a place where Cartier met one of the many 'Ladies of the night' to get rid of the tensions of the day. Tom looked around and saw that the alley was a dead end and stealthily made his way back out to the main street and took up residence in the bar opposite the alley. He bought drinks for the locals and snuck in the odd quetion about Bronson stating that 'His friend Jack' lived round here someplace and wondered if they knew him.

Two hours (and many drinks) later, Tom peered over his glass saw the inspector stagger back out into the street obviously worse the wear for many more drinks. Cartier was leaning drunkedly against the wall opposite and staring down the road glancing at his watch periodically like he was waiting for something. Tom got up (rather groggily) and took a seat out on one of the many tables outside and waited. Moments later a taxi pulled up and stopped next to Cartier, and he heard give directions to the driver before he fell in the back seat and the taxi pulled away.

The address that tom heard was he knew Cartiers home and Tom decided to walk back to the bar to meet Tara. When he got there he saw it was almost empty and sat at the end of the bar to wait. He noticed a gorgous young girl walk through the bar carrying wine towards the entrance ans smiled at her when she glanced over in his direction. Just as she disappeared through the door Tom decided to get some fresh air and headed out after her.

No sooner than he had walked halfway, there was Tara blocking his way.

"Tara! I thought you were resting?" I said rather startled.

"And you have been drinking on duty?" she said scowling slightly. Then she asked... "Ok, Tom, anything?"

"Nope, nobody seems know this guy. Maybe the inspector was right. Maybe he isn't here afterall." Tara folded her arms and grinned at him. "So what now?" Tom asked.

"I think we should have an early night and start looking tomorrow morning as soon as possible. " Tara handed a ring of keys to Tom. "I booked us in the hotel across the way. Your room is next to mine. Number 11." She said still smiling at my obvious problems staying on my feet without the aid of a convenient handhold.

As they walked out onto the road, Tom failed to notice that the kerb stone was loose and he fell into the road feeling stupid.

"That'll teach you, the beers round here are rather strong." Tara blurted out in between guffaws of laughter at seeing him somersault onto the cobbles.

Tom looked up giggling and grinned at her. This was the first time he's really seen her let her laugh properly and he thought it suited her.

"Well... don't just stand there toots! I think I turned my ankle so make yourself useful and gimme a hand up".

Tara came over, put Toms arm around her shoulder and helped him across the street to the hotel. Tom had never been as close as this to her before and he could smell her perfume as it wafted up into his face. He glanced sideways and for the first time noticed that she was a really beautiful girl when she smiled, and the way her arms were supporting him caused the blouse to ruffle at the front revealing a very nice cleavage.

Toms mind was elsewhere by now, even his ankle didn't feel so bad. When he looked back up he saw that Tara had caught him staring at her breasts and he waited for what he thought would be a tirade of abuse.

 

[Julianna]

Tara Marston.

I helped Tom back to the hotel. It was quiet and the reception desk empty of personnel. Typical. Tom was getting heavy leaning on my shoulders and the air mixing with alcohol in his bloodstream certainly made him worst for wear. His hand kept on pulling at my collar, exposing almost one side of my breasts which no doubts he was doing on purpose.

The stairs. Where was the help when you needed it.

"Tara!...did anyone tell you that was a pretty name?" he said, falling onto the stairs and pulling me on top of him. My blouse now open, buttons flying in all directions. "Wow! nice view." he said. My uplift bra fully exposed.

"Tom...Tom. You could atleast help me get you to your room."

He started laughing. That crazy drunken laughter that all men seem to possess when they are out of their skulls.

"You know what?" he began. "I think you should take care of me tonight." I sat down beside him as he lay there going on with himself. "I could be really ill, you know that. I think that bartender laced my drinks with something."

"Really? Well, you are going to have to help me get you up these stairs first of all." I told him. He sat thinking hard in his stupor then attempted to stand up. Funny how a promise of sorts can move a man in such a condition as his.

-

 

[Sienna]

The lantern like lights flickered on the coast as the cruiser bobbed softly on the calm waves of the Mediterranean. The faint orgasmic cries from Beka and Jack filled the silent night air as their lovemaking progressed.

"Yes my baby....yes, that's it take your time...take your time...feel every motion of me inside you....." his words guided her, eased her into prolonging the orgasm she was riding smoothly.

Her smooth buttocks rising and falling with his upward movements meeting hers. His hands cupping her breasts gently as he used his thumbs articulately strumming her nipples.

Then she could hold on no more. Throwing back her head she gave out an ecstatic cry of release exactly in time to his release.

Both of them relaxed together. Beka wrapped her arms around his neck and beneath the fall of her hair over his face, she kissed him passionately and whispered; "Thank you....thank you...."

 

[ariosto]

They had stayed out much later than he'd intended.
Scorpio was already setting in the west when they roused themselves from the soft comforting embrace and headed back to shore. She knew boats all right and pitched right in securing the little vessel and snugging her down for the night.
The streets were almost deserted. Music still came from the Melodia, an all night bar, and they passed some sailors with a hollow eyed woman in tow.
Jack is she a prostitute?

They watched the trio disappear into the darkness of the small park by the boat landing.
Yes she is. Most of the girls in the profession work out of the bars but the old ones, the used up ones walk the streets.
Beka shuddered and drew close to him. They walked the rest of the way in silence. A cat streaked across there path and Jack stopped.

Are you superstitious?! The cat wasn't even black!
She laughed. He loved her laughter but it could not erase the sudden cold premonition that came at him in a rush as the little animal ran by.

He'd never thought to ask her if she was going to stay with him he thought as he unlocked his apartment. Maybe he should...
His eye caught a glimpse of white, a note slid under the door. He picked it up half knowing what it would say.
Beka had gone straight to the bedroom and was taking off her clothes.
He turned on a lamp, read the note and collapsed in the chair.

Beka came out and looked at him.
She was nude.
"What's wrong?"

He slid the paper over to her.
She frowned at the hurried script. It was in French.
It says, Jack my friend a man came to my office looking for you. He is with Interpol. Be careful.
Cartier.

She laid it down on the table, her expression was inscrutable.
He smiled up at her,
You look perfect my dear. So very, very beautiful.



OOC...Welcome Midas!

 

[Sienna]

IC: Beka..

I held Jack's hand in mine as he looked at me. "You look perfect my dear. So very, very beautiful." I knew that the message was worrying him. It was everything we talked about earlier. And he was superstitious. Maybe he was begining to think that I had brought him some bad vibes into his life.

The converstion we had on the way out in the cruiser about women aboard ships and the bad luck the sailors used to think they brought with them. Maybe he was serious about it.

I eased myself onto his lap and cuddled up close to him. "Jack, are you happy that we met this evening? Be honest"

He looked at his watch and smiled. "It is now a new day. Of course I am happy. Why do you ask Beka?"

I touched my forehead with his and smiled, holding his head in my arms. "Just checking". We slowly drew ourselves into a long lingering kiss. His gentle fingers ran over my thigh and onto my waist. The kiss grew more passionate and his fingers touched my hardening nipple.

This man! This great man! I could not get enough of him. What was happening to me? Why was I feeling like this?

 

[midas2001]

Tara looked at me as I pulled myself to my feet. I hadn't drunk that much so why was I feeling so groggy? Then it hit me that with all the business today... I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and drinking on an empty stomach always went straight to my head.

I took a deep breath and with a little effort managed to get up the stairs unaided and stood against the wall next to room 11. Tara reached inside my trouser pocket looking for the key and I thought I detected a smile on her red lips when her fingers brushed against my cock still sleeping in the warmth of my boxers.

Eventually she opened the door started to make some hot strong coffee telling me that it will do me good. I watched as she leaned over the table to look out of the window, and I would've bet cash that she did this on purpose knowing that her skirt (that was 3" above the knee when she stands straight) would ride up her shapely thighs to reveal the tops of her black stockings. I half whispered "Holy shit!" at the sight before my eye's and leaned back on the headboard wiping my eyes.

"What was that Tom? Are you okay?" Tara looked round with a grin from ear to ear... "Is something the matter?" She leaned back and half sat on the edge of the table with one leg perched on the seat of the chair so that her legs were very slightly open.

I rolled onto my side facing her and looked into her flashing green eyes. Our gaze lasted for what seemed ages before I spoke to her...

"Tara... we've been together now for some time and you know that I've kept my distance. But I... errr... I mean I sometimes... ummmm..." Damn this wasn't coming out right at all. I looked up at her and to my surprise she walked slowly over to me, sat on the bed next to and put her finger to my lips.

"Tom, don't say anything. I'm sorry, I shouldn't tease you especially when you aren't feeling too good, but I've also 'felt' that there has been a mutual attraction between us. It's difficult for both you and I because if either of us make advances... and we are wrong... then our working relationship would be in tatters."

I looked up at her smiling and this time I reached up to silence her. She took hold of my hand and closing her eyes she rested her cheek in my palm.

Oh so gently I raised myself up on my elbow and pulled her down towards me. Just as our lips were about to meet I stopped just held her there for a moment. I could feel her breath on me, smell her perfume and saw her breasts raise and lower in breathless anticipation.

 

[ariosto]

He could for a time at least forget about Cartier's note.
With Beka's warm body curled in his lap there was little room for objective thought anyway.
Her short skirt was drawn high up her legs and his hand ran lightly along the smooth length of her thighs. Her lips were kissing his neck and throat and once again Jack felt that aching hunger, to lose himself completely in her body and her spirit. In an insane way he wished he could discard himself and merge into her, become her...

His hand slipped into her blouse and covered her warm breast, he held it there to feel her heart beating. His palm tingled with the feel of her.
He kissed her cheek and she turned her face up to him, her beautiful lips half parted.
A hungry kiss now, and the start of the adrenalin ride, the heating of his blood, the quickening of his pulse...
She feels him growing hard beneath her and she takes his tongue into her mouth drawing it in deep.
His hand travels down her smooth stomach and beneath the skirt's waistband, beneath the sheer panties until he touches the fine soft hair on her mons. His fingers find the small nub of her clitoris, gently rubbing...rubbing...she shifts in his lap her own instincts taking over, the movement sends heatwaves of pleasure radiating upwards, she shifts again and he responds by reaching down and squeezing the hardness that was growing fast between his legs.
"God Beka...I want you. I want you again...I want you right here sitting up, riding me while I hold you."
He stood up, lifting her easily like a child and sat her gently down on the carpeted floor.
Jack took off his clothes while she watched and then he knelt beside her and began to remove hers as well...

 

[Julianna]

Tara Marston.

I stood up away from him quickly and watched him almost drooling. "Have you seen this?" I pointed to my open blouse.
"This cost me a fortune in the Paris fashions."

His eyes could only see one thing. My breasts, ample in my bra.

I removed the blouse and threw it across the room. Then I noticed that wanting in his expression. But was it really as desperate as mine?

"Tara. Look, listen to me. I think it's like this...." He began to talk nonsense about how we could fulfil our desires and keep it seperate from our working relationship. I knew what he was saying and I totally agreed.

I wish, I wish he would just grab me and throw me on the bed or something and then have his wicked way with me. That was all I wanted for him to do right now.

"Tara? Are you listening to what I'm saying?"

Thinking about it all in my wild imagination made me appear to be day dreaming. "Sorry. Yes I heard you."

"Ok! Lets do it." He knealt on the bed and grabbed me around my waist, pulling me close to him. His face only milimetres away from my cleavage. "Oh Tara. Did anyone ever tell you that you had fantastic tits?"

 

[Sienna]

IC: Beka..

Jack stood before me naked and I stripped of my clothes for him very slowly, knealing up to him. My eyes firmly set upon his erect penis and its smooth glans pointing towards me. The foreskin rolled back completely was a pattern of faint blue and red veins and his scotum puffed out between the tops of his thighs.

Only in the dark had I ever touched a man there before. And I had never given oral sex before to anyone. I held out my panties to my side in one hand after removing them and dropped them to the floor, still admiring his sex. I could almost read his mind and I knew what he wanted me to do.

"Show me how." I whispered. I felt so aroused.

He stepped closer, putting it against my cheek and then slowly moving it across my face. I could feel it and smell its aroma. Only a few hours ago he had made love to me and it still had the sweet tang of both our sex upon it. I closed my eyes and listened to his instructions.

"Lick it with your tongue gently." I did as he asked. I could taste it. "Good.....now take it inbetween your lips." His hand held my head, guiding my lips over the tip and. "Deeper inside, and roll your tongue around it gently. Don't bite it." Now I had him full in my mouth using my tongue and I began to suck it naturally and hear him resoponding to what I was doing. "That's fine...just fine Beka and it feels so nice...." I kept on sucking it and holding its length in my hand. "Oh yes!....now move your lips and hand slowly along it as far as you can take it.........Oh Beka you are so good....yessss."

I kept on doing it and feeling him build up a motion in his hips. His hands now gently resting on my head, running his fingers through my hair. I opened my eyes and looked up at him, moaning and repeating how good it was.

"Listen to me Beka. It's up to you now. I can cum inside your mouth or you can stop and let me cum onto you. It's your choice and all about how you feel."

I just kept on going, enjoing what I was doing to him and my fingers had already found my nub, gently touching and making me feel so good. I felt him tighten up and then..."Ok baby I'm cumming for you...." He stopped moving and instantly one wave of his warm jizz hit my tongue almost gagging me. I withdrew letting the rest spurt out onto my lips. I was cumming myself at that same moment and I closed my eyes, feeling my orgasm quaking through my body as I squeezed him tightly in my hand.

 

[midas2001]

Tom

I looked up into Tara's eyes and could see that her pupils were wide and her cheeks flushed. Her breasts were heaving in front of me in anticipation of my next move... and my head was clearing quickly with the adenalin pulsing through my veins.

I gently kissed her at the top of her cleavage and slowly kissed her with small kisses upwards towards those luscious lips. My hands reached up and I held her face gently in the palms of my hands and giuded mouth towards mine.

"Kiss me Tara... kiss me and hold me!"

Her arms flew around my neck and our lips locked together almost eating each other. I held her with one hand on her neck and the other around her waist to pull her tightly to me. We fell back onto the bed and she straddled my thighs with her head arching upwards while I kissed and nibbled her neck.

Tara sat up and looked at me smiling. She brought her hands to her breasts and her fingers searched for the clasp at the front of her bra. Almost teasingly she slowly undid the clasp and held the cups together while she squirmed on my now throbbing crotch.

"Now then... I hope you like working 'Under' a female boss?" Then proceeded to wink at me and gradually open the cups of the bra revealing a little more flesh to my gaze.

My hands rested on her exposed thighs and my fingers began to deftly move up and down the silky flesh. My fingers moved to her inner thighs and and she opened her legs a little more to allow my hands better access to the delights that were hidden in the shadows further up. By now her bra was almost to the outside of her ample breasts and she was pushing them together... massaging them... her thumbs flicking across her nipples.

"Take the bra off Tara... let me see them in all their glory." So she pulled the straps off of her shoulders and allowed it to fall onto the bed behind her. She leaned forwards and placed her hands either side of my head so that they both hung down above my eager lips.

"Oh Tom... take them into your mouth, suckle on me and let me feel your tongue rasp over my nipples.... Ohhhhhhh yes.... suck them hard Tom.... mmmmmmmmmmm.... bite them gently.... oh that's sooooo good."

 

[ariosto]

Satiated...yes.
Satisfied...no.
He lay awake long after she had fallen asleep, staring at the cieling and considering his next move.
He could slip away right now leaving her there. Take the boat and be in Genoa in 6 hours. There would be safety in the old Italian town.
He looked at Beka sleeping next to him like a child.
He stroked her arm and held her hand in his, studying the fair smooth skin against the dark, time worn skin of his own
hand. He folds his fist around hers.
She had no business being here with him.
He kissed the nape of her neck and softly blew the fine hairs from it...
He should get up now. Right now and run.

She stirred and turned, the sheets fell away , her knee bent and the smooth length of her thigh was revealed.
He nuzzled her warm throat and his hands strayed lightly over her shoulders and capped the rise and fall of her breasts.

He could not run. He could not leave...
His lips graze her warm morning flesh like the wings of a butterfly lighting and taking nectar from each rose hued bud...kisses on the smooth tan flat plane of her tummy...coarse hands moving down silk smooth legs...Jack feels the sparkling heat within him rising with the sun.
Breath on the gossamer down above her sex...her legs apart, he kisses the cream of her thigh. Beka's mons is a gentle swell, the cleft, the hidden fold of her flower waits to be opened.
He lies between her long tanned legs, watching...looking at her
intimate soft gate...he wants to crawl inside.
His finger traces a line from cloistered pearly bud down the pink recess of her drowsy vulva.
She stirs and says his name.

"I love you Rebecca." He replies to her dream.
"I cannot get enough of you."

His fingers part the molded outer folds unveiling the vulnerable soft pinkness of her lips which acts as a quiet siren song....Moving slowly upwards he sinks his face between her tawny legs and with gentle licks of his tongue begins to open her warm center... and waits for her to wake.

 

[Julianna]

Tara Marston.

Tom kissed and suckled on my nipples, and for the first time in months I was feeling good again. There was nobody better right now than Tom Keenan. I was so hungry for him and atlast I had him.

I lay him back and began to open his shirt. I ran my fingers over his hairy chest and gently tweaked his nipples. He was fit and very trim. No doubt a man who cared about his body and keeping himself fit. But then, how fit was he in keeping up with my demands in sex, even half cut as he was?

I liked to tease and torment in foreplay. And so I took my time unfastening his belt and slowly slipping it free. Then I put it behind his neck and gently eased him up to my lips. His kiss was so sweet and I have to say, one of the best kissers I ever knew up to now. He knew how to play and use his tongue in that intimate adrenalin rushing moment of passion. I released the belt and let his head drop back onto the pillow.

"Tom. Do you like rough foreplay?" I asked him grinning, my arms on either side of him. He looked at me and realised I had him pinned to the bed. Where I like all of my play-partners.

"Rough? You mean as in....rough?"

"A-ha, exactly that." I took his face in my hand and once again, purged yet another passionate kiss from his lips. "I'm an animal Tom. I like rough sex."

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in the event of my absense, Sienna will take over my role from this point. Unless someone else wishes to take over -J
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[midas2001]

Tom

Tom looked at Tara and realised that this was a completely new side to her character that he never suspected was there. Her eyes blazed with passion, her breath was laboured and her fingernails were digging into his hands.

”So… want some rough stuff huh? Well young lady, you want it… you got it!”

He untangled his hands from her grasp and began to slowly raise his head towards her awaiting lips. One hand went around her waist and to the small of her back, whilst the other hand ran up he spine, over her shoulders, up her neck and wrapped her hair through his fingers. Closer and closer their lips were coming together almost to the point of contact and her mouth opened awaiting the onslaught of his tongue. Just at that second Tom clenched her hair in his hand and roughly jerked her head backwards forcing her body to arch to lessen the pain, his other arm pulled her waist tightly to him and thus thrusting her exposed breasts into his face.

Tom’s mouth hungrily clamped down tight over her right nipple and he sucked hard.

”Ohhhhh…. Tom… ahhhhhhh yes suck my tits…… mmmmmmmm bite them….. oh god!”

Her half strangled cries of ecstasy filled the room as Tom tried desperately to get as much of her breast into his mouth as her could. He sucked and bit her tortured nipple and then when she thought she could take no more… he moved over to her other breast and ravaged that one.

He let her hair go and her arms wrapped around his head to pull him ever more onto her. His hands moved down her back, over her ass and on down to the hem of her skirt. She lifted her hips slightly and he rolled her skirt up to her waist thereby allowing his hands full access to the tender flesh of her thighs and the moist area of her splayed pussy now grinding down onto his lap.

 

[Sienna]

IC:Beka........

In my dreams, Jack and I made love. I could feel him, taste him as if it was real. Then I opened my eyes finding out that it was more than just a dream......

I could feel his tongue gently rasping my love bud. His fingers opening me up so that he could take as much of me as he could.
This was often a fantasy of mine and now it had become a reality.

I reached out and touched him. He stopped for a few seconds to acknowledge the smile on my lips. My words just came out in a soft reply; "I love you". Then I let him continue to do what he was doing, urging him on with my laments of pleasure. Feeling him gently sucking on my clit and using his finger to touch me in that certain place, while my hands held his head. "Jack...Jack.....Ooooh....". My buttocks raised from the bed as I stiffened. Every muscle in my body seemed to cramp, filling me with so much pleasure. It held and held and I wanted it to last forever and never stop. Then I could feel his breath on my face, his hand sweeping the hair from around my eyes. He was inside of me, holding me and kissing me. My orgasm held steady so that I could ride it with him until he came himself.

Together we lay on the bed. The sound of seagulls and the sea in the distance through the window. It was daylight.

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IC:Tara.......

Flattery! Tom called me a young lady and in a way that made me feel good. I was older than him by atleast six years.

I loved the feel of him pulling my hair and biting my nipples. Yes! this was how I wanted to play. I could feel his hands over my buttocks and his fingers trying to reach between them, searching for my sex beneath my warm and damp panties. I sat up quickly and looked down a him.

"How much do you want me Tom?" I asked. I swept my fingers over the hardness in his pants. He was huge compared to some others men I had been with. I was in for a treat it seemed.

"Take a look. It's all yours Tara. Don't let me stop you."

How could I resist such an offer? I opened his pants and saw his boxer shorts bulging like a tent. My god he was big! I pulled away the shorts and saw his cock. It's width and length was phenomenal. The skin was tight and its shaft a mass of twisting veins with a glans so soft.

I wrapped my fingers around it in awe of its shape and girth. He should be in the porn movies with this thing, I thought. And then I noticed a tiny trickle of pre-cum emerge from its tip. I found it so irresistable and had to instantly taste him. My lips opened and I took him full into my mouth, licking him with my tongue.

"Yes...that's nice Tara.....go for it...."

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[midas2001]

Tom

The feel of her lips and tongue around my engorged shaft was heaven. I watched in awe as she desperately tried to get as much in her tiny mouth as she could and rested back on my elbows revelling in the experience.

”Yes baby… mmmmmmmmm... that’s nice… press your tongue against the sensitive bit under the tip as you go down on me…”

Her left hand grasped my cock near to the base using it almost as a guide to the depth she could safely take me in, and her right hand went underneath and she gently held my balls. Each time she went down on me she pressed her tongue hard against the shaft and the feeling of it rasping over the sensitive piece around the underside of my glans was sending me into a frenzy.

”Oh hell Tara… fuck that feels sooo good… mmmmmmmmm... long as slow babe… long and slow…”

We had been on the road for some time and neither of us had seen our regular partners for too long, she knew from the way that my hips were bucking up into her face that the emotion of the moment was going to overtake us and that before we could settle down to a long slow screw… we would have to get the lust out of the way first. She took my cock out of her mouth and looked at me smiling.

”Tom, don’t hold back! I want to taste your cum and feel it slide down the back of my throat. Then you’re going to eat my pussy… taste my juices… and this will give you time to recover and get hard again so that we can get down to some serious screwing. Okay…?”

”Now that’s what I call an offer that can’t be refused… kneel on the edge of the bed and your wish will come true…” I said grinning from ear to ear.

I stood up beside the bed and Tara crawled over to the edge. I told her to open her mouth and stick her tongue out… with my cock in my hand I moved forwards and slowly moved the tip around and around her moist tongue. I played with her tongue for a few moments and then with my other hand I held her lower jaw open and guided the tip just inside her lips.

”I hope your hungry babe… because you’re about to get more that you can eat…”

With that I thrust my cock deep inside her mouth and watched over half of it disappear inside. She almost gagged a couple of times but I kept her bouncing at the same length to let her get used to it. She was really very good (as good as any that had given me a blow job before), but I could feel the heat rising inside me and I intended to make this a session she’d never forget. Without warning I put both my hands on the back of her head… took hold of a handful of hair in each hand… and thrust my hips forwards.

”I’m gonna cum Tara… ohhhhhhhhh god… “

I could feel the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat and the feeling brought me to a climax. Just as the first shot of thick hot cum was about burst from me… I pulled her head onto me firmly and held her there feeling her throat tighten as she tried to gag. The first couple of wads of cum flew down the back of her throat and I then let her head go and shot several more over her face whilst she coughed and choked.

”Ohhhhh yes… geeeeeeeeez I needed that…” I said to her and put the tip back in her mouth to let her have the last few remnants that were oozing slowly from me.

 

[Sienna]

IC: Tara.

I swear I never had a cock so hard and thick before. Tom was dying for it and for that matter so was I. I just kept on and on letting him push in and out as I rubbed and sucked on him. Then It happened.

I never expected so much cum. It was hot and creamy and I choked on it. But that was nothing. I let him deliver the rest over my lips and face while I recovered my breath. It tingled on my tongue and there was that much I was literally eating it.

What was around my mouth was starting to drip onto my tits and I smoothed it around my hard nipples watching him recover and tellong me how much he needed it. I needed it too! And with that showering I got more than I expected.

I could feel my own juices making me so wet. I lay back onto the bed, hitched my skirt and presented him with my soaking wet panties. All his to remove like a present from heaven and take the goodies within.

"Happy Birthday Tom. If it isn't, then its come early..."