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THE CREATURE WITHIN 20: IS THIS MY NORMAL? free porn video
CHAPTER 20: IS THIS MY NORMAL?
I slept about a full day after my return from the Columbian coast. Our agreement had been that Agency would pick me up by helicopter from the Research vessel and return me directly to the commercial airport in Caracas. All parties held to the agreement and Sylvia immediately put me to bed upon my arrival home shortly after noon. It had been about eleven days since the boys had seen me, but Sylvia was adamant that I sleep first. A very wise woman … that homecoming reunion would become very extensive.
But, several days later, I was waiting in the foundation’s conference room near our offices on the top floor of the Contreras building. I was waiting with Sam and Director from Agency, standing at the wall of glass windows that looked down into the bustling business and entertainment district of Caracas. I suppose from this height it could possibly be the view in any number of large city business districts, but I wasn’t a large city girl and it still impressed me. Adrian was sitting in a chair near the door. He refused to allow the meeting otherwise.
When the other participants arrived, it was a small group of men led by an obviously domineering type, all in civilian business suits. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I knew this was a ‘classified’ debriefing of the mission against the gang-lord’s secret, safe retreat. These men were all from the US Navy. When I turned at the disturbance that was their arrival, I saw that despite their civilian attire, they managed to draw significant attention to themselves merely by their attitude and manner. I saw that even Sylvia was drawn to the doorway of her office to discern the disturbance in her office area. I waved to her and she returned a nervous smile.
Adrian closed the door after them and introductions were made. I sat at the table with Director and Sam with the windows behind us. The Navy sat on the other side and Adrian oversaw everything from near the door. Director revealed a strategic side to him that I hadn’t been exposed to previously; arranging the seating so it would provide a subtle advantage in questioning and control by forcing them to see me slightly hidden by a bright backdrop of the sunny day outside and forcing them into a condition of squinting to make-out my expressions, eventually causing them to tire. I had assumed we were all on the same side, but Director seemed to be providing an indication that nothing involving Agency was ever completely comfortable and brotherly-love.
The lead Navy man was a Rear Admiral in charge of Naval Intelligence and he didn’t look particularly happy and he expressed that quickly.
He looked directly at Sam, after glancing at Director, as if warning him aside. “So, Sam James, you’re the one responsible for me making this unnecessary journey for a debriefing. I understood the relationship with Agency, almost always against my recommendation, that debriefings would occur at our locations.” Even I had recognized that Director was not one to be brushed aside by a glance of warning, but Sam merely put his hand on the table next to Director to control the confrontation, but I decided to control it further and put my hand on the table next to Sam.
I fixed my gaze directly on the Admiral while sitting with a straight back and legs demurely crossed the way all ‘ladies’ seem to be taught. He had barely even glanced my way except during the introductions, deciding instead to confront Agency.
“Back off, Admiral, I might just as well cancel this meeting now.” That was all it took for Adrian to rise out of his chair and stand at the end of the table in a clear warning of his own. I held up my hand and he back off to the wall, but remained standing and physically dominating the room. “Neither Agent James, nor Director, or anyone at Agency had any control over the conditions of this meeting any more than the US Navy did.” My attention was drawn to Adrian as my peripheral vision caught his hand moving, but it was to try to discreetly cover the smile appearing on his face. Director and Sam, however, were reflecting stone-faced confrontation to the Admiral. “These were my conditions for ‘enduring’ a debriefing. I am neither Agency nor US Government. I was doing Agency, you, and the Columbian government a favor and I am not inclined to suffer intolerable egos. I am aware that your Seal team has already been debriefed and I sincerely doubt there is more I can provide beyond that. But, ask your questions with respect or I will have Major Ramos show you the door.”
The meeting, for all the posturing, didn’t last more than an hour after that. Maybe because of my attitude; maybe because there really much more to cover. The Navy left by being shown to the lobby by a secretary, which seemed to be a final dismissive gesture by Adrian. Director, Sam, Adrian, and I relaxed at the table with water.
I turned to look directly at Sam and Director. “I hope I didn’t cause you any problems.”
They both laughed and Director responded, “It was beautiful! Annie, we don’t go around cultivating clients and their relationships. We have unique skills, willingness, and ability to accomplish things that the partnership governments either cannot or are unwilling to do. Frankly, we were surprised the Seals were even involved in a foreign domestic issue, but it was a huge success.”
* * * * *
The days went by and it seemed that life might be back to normal, if I even knew what ‘normal’ was for me. The mission with the Seals had done something I really needed. It showed me that I was indeed a very unique woman capable of amazing physical things in tense and critical situations. I wasn’t sure what that meant for me; though, it was a good realization for another situation requiring more than a meeting in a conference room. I was a woman who could cross between the physical world of danger and conflict, but also function well in the ordered and restrained world of refined society.
I was again attending a meeting in the Venezuelan headquarters of Puma-Venezuela. I was shown to the office of the Director of Marketing, but I stopped in the doorway thinking a mistake had been made. The president of the regional group was already in the office with the Director. They both turned as the secretary gave a warning knock on the face of the open door.
“Aaah, Senorita Linder! Please … come in. Senorita, please meet Senor Sanchez, President of Puma-Venezuela.” We exchanged kisses to the cheek and I was directed to a chair next to the President, who resumed his seat. “We were just about to review the photos from your photoshoot.”
The President put his hand on the arm of my chair, “Senorita, I am very impressed. The photography, of course, he is very good. I mean, however, the look you present, especially with that puma of yours. Very natural and comfortable. Most models are not so comfortable in the presence of such an a****l. Also, most are not as physically fit as you are.” He hesitated, looked at his Director of Marketing, then continued. “There is a sense in marketing that the model should give off beauty and grace, but not exude a sense of physicality that might be intimidating.” I wondered where this was going. I laughed to myself, had my career as a model ended with only a trial photoshoot in the back of the estate? “The belief has been that the clothes and shoes should look good on the model and the attraction should be that, since it is clothes and shoes that we make and sell.” Yep, my modeling career, that I didn’t want, was over. “You have caused us consider a new perspective with these photos.”
I didn’t know what else to say and I felt I needed to participate somehow. “Oh?” Brilliant, right?
The Director of Marketing took over, “It would seem, the marketing effort could be focused on clothing that looks good, but is functional to the extreme for someone training in the way you do. Intense exercise, yet graceful and elegant. Your a****l at your side throughout it all enhances the image.”
We discussed the idea and what they would like from me. I then talked about the needs of the c***dren and poor on the east and west mountainsides, the locations of the worst of the Caracas’ slums. Our partnership was thus cemented: unique modeling for generous donations to the foundation’s efforts for the poor and c***dren.
* * * * *
“Senoras and Senores, thank you for coming to our first annual Contreras Foundation gala evening.” There was applause from the hundred or so elegantly dressed members of Caracas’ business and social society. She stood on a small stage setup in the grand lobby of the Caracas Opera House. The guests congregated in groups around the lobby in discussions, but were drawn by the voice of Sylvia. “As you know, the foundation is shifting part of its attention to the very important work of assisting the poor and young of our city and region. Since my husband’s death, I have had the opportunity to meet with many of you beyond my former role of wife.” This drew laughter and applause. Many of the men in the room had long since forgotten what Sylvia was like as the wife of a powerful man, now taking on that roll herself. “One such meeting was with Bono. Yes, of U2 fame and an organizer of the ONE movement. I was fascinated that this group of musicians were so adamant of the idea of taking care of the poor in world. Poverty, clean water, sufficient food. Senoras, I will confess that he is as charming and inspiring and good-looking as his music is. He inspired in me a wonder … what the world could be like if those basic needs of all people could be solved. Of course, I needn’t have looked any further than our own country and city, did I? Our own backyard needs so much. So, that is the reasoning for shifting part of my focus through the foundation.” She put out her hand behind her. I was standing with Adrian behind and to the side. “But, I can’t do this on my own.” She chuckled, “That’s why you are here … well, you and your money.” Again, the people laughed. They knew full well this was to be an expensive gathering, but Sylvia was hard to say no to. “But, as important as your support is, this young woman will be assisting me. Some of you have already met her, other have heard of her. Senorita Annie Linder.”
I stepped to the front of the stage where Sylvia handed me the microphone. I was nervous. The applause greeting me was initially polite, then became more enthusiastic as I noticed people sharing comments. “Thank you, thank you. I … I’m not sure what I can add … Sylvia has been a wonderful friend and mentor. She has shown me what it means to be a woman in all the wonderful ways that are possible. She is strong and tender; she is fierce and soothing; she can challenge men to excel in business and guide a young c***d’s view of a flower and see a world. I know, she has done all that for me. She’s been my strength when I questioned my own; she’s challenged me to overcome setbacks; she’s fiercely stood watching over me when I was threatened; but, she’s also been the tender soul when I needed it, soothing my hurt body, heart, or confidence; and, she has opened such a world of wonder to me. I grew up in a poor life. Not like these poor, perhaps, but it is not unfamiliar to me. I have several people to thank for being the person I am today. They were people who cared enough about others not to turn away, but instead to help when others may have turned away. That is the work that needs to be done on a grander scale. I look at myself and I am amazed at what I have become. It makes me wonder what those k**s could become if they were given the chance. Which of them might discover a meaningful solution to the environment? Which might solve the need for plentiful, safe water?” People were quiet, but I realized they were paying attention and that encouraged me. “Sylvia honors me. She has asked me to help her with that part of the foundation. I am excited … and scared. But, I know how important this work will be. Some of you know a little bit about me. Some of you might know that I managed to get lost in the jungle of Brazil.” The reaction was mixed, some laughter and some exclamations. “I couldn’t manage to stay in the airplane, either. If you had seen me when I first entered your beautiful country from that jungle … well, I sure didn’t look like this.” This brought hearty laughter. “I think I have rambled quite long enough.”
Sylvia and I made the rounds of the guests. It was easy to see that the event was going to be a huge success for the foundation and the poor. I was constantly pulled into one group after the other to regale them about the jungle experience, finding those c***dren, or the time I stopped Sylvia’s purse snatcher. It seemed there was as much interest in the dramatic events as the efforts of the foundation, but it was all for the foundation in the end.
* * * * *
Sylvia and I were relaxing under the late afternoon sun on the back lawn. We were both naked and freshly fucked … several times, actually. For me it was my two boys. For Sylvia, it was Adrian and her Bo. Such a way for a lady of the city to behave. I teased her, but it was the reason for such care in making sure of our privacy.
Adrian had gone back to the house for some cold drinks. I rolled onto my stomach and watched him walk past the pool for the glass doors. Sylvia noticed my attention and rolled over herself, then seeing what I was watching so intently.
She poked my arm playfully, “He’s mine.”
I chuckled, “I know, but you’ll share.”
She giggled, “Yes, I will. And, I have never heard an objection from him.”
“That is a fine man, Sylvia.” I put my hand on her bare back and stroked her. I rolled back to my back and sighed. She turned onto her side, propping her head in her hand and asked what the sigh was for. “Mmmmm … sometimes I just … I don’t know. I might envy you. Your life seems to be moving along perfectly. A wonderful man. Respect in the business world. Your foundation is accepted and beginning to make a difference … beginning.”
She touched my arm, “What’s wrong? You are a part of all of this, an important part.”
I turned to my side so I could look at her better. “Is this what my life is? Is this my normal life? It has occurred to me that for all the growing and changing I have been through, I have always been supported by someone at each stage. Bobbi and Jake in Arizona; you and the team at the resort; now, you and Adrian here. I’m sorry, it makes it sound like I’m not grateful, I am. But … I don’t know.”
“Annie, what about you saving those k**s? What about helping my friends with their dogs? What about … about the mission you were on? The k**s and mission were huge.”
“So, what am I? Am I this? Or, am I that?”
“Dear girl, maybe you’re both! Maybe, your ‘normal’ isn’t normal at all.”
“Hmm, maybe.” What would be wrong with not being normal? Then I remembered. “Sylvia, I keep forgetting … Adrian has been around us for some time now as we mate with the a****ls and he seems perfectly accepting.” She nodded but was confused. “I was wondering … do you think he ever wonders what it would be like?”
“You mean like getting a female dog for him?”
“Well … I suppose, but that’s not what I was thinking. You both seemed very intrigued by my depiction of the dolphins. Just the diving and swimming with the apparatus is wonderful.”
She squinted her eyes at me, “You mean … you mean go back to that little island where the dolphins were? You said there were females in the group …”
She’s right. Why does life have to be normal.
* * * * *
I was floating vertically in the water about 15 feet below the surface. All around me was activity. The pod had returned within a day of our arrival back to the little cove at the island off the coast of Columbia. Adrian had found a rental boat that was large enough for us to sleep on and small enough to enter the cove and anchor there. The two dogs and Preta spent most of their time on the island, which was uninhabited except for small a****l and reptilian life.
We had planned a week vacation to clear all of our minds and enjoy some new experiences or the same experiences in new settings. Either way, the island and cove were relaxing. The three of us agreed this would be a time without outside communication distractions. Besides relaxing as a priority, it would be a sensory experience. As soon as Adrian had the boat outside the harbor and nearby proximity to other boats, we became naked and put all our clothes away for the remainder of the trip until we returned to the harbor approach. Our time would be spent enjoying our surroundings and each other, including the a****ls, as often and wherever the inclination presented itself.
Adrian had been easy to convince to make the trip. He confessed that watching us being mated by the a****ls so casually and naturally continued to be erotic and stimulating for him. Usually, he would fuck Sylvia before she mated with Bo, but as he watched the woman he loved underneath the frantically humping a****l, he as often as not remained hard and eagerly accepted our sucking him to another climax. Although the idea of bestial sex intrigued him, he hadn’t been convinced he wanted to try it. He confessed a reluctance to force himself on any female and, with the two of us in his life, he was never wanting for sexual satisfaction. He was convinced there was no substitute for two women he loved so intensely. But, this idea fascinated him. It would be a unique experience in a new, sensory environment … underwater.
Which was how I now found myself suspended in the water observing the activity around me. In addition to the pod of dolphins carousing around us, there was numerous other fish and two sea turtles. The turtles were large enough to tow us, but we easily swam alongside them, aided by the same equipment I had during my previous visit here. It was a sign of how grateful Agency and the Seal group were after my past assistance that I was able to get this equipment within days, just by asking for it through Sam. Both Sylvia and Adrian took to the water and the freedom the equipment provided and they realized the extent of the sensory experience of being naked in the water, the feel of the water movement over the skin, and the availability for frequent and casual touches.
Once the dolphins arrived, we spent another day allowing acceptance. They seemed to remember me and the males responded with overt familiarity. I wanted them to be the same way with Sylvia and Adrian, so we took our time. It wasn’t as if the dolphins were needed for our sexual play and satisfaction, but they would be a bonus experience.
Sylvia and Adrian were both engaged with a dolphin, playing, being pulled, the familiarity and comfort between them growing by the minute. I swam to Sylvia and showed her what to do in order to offer encouragement to the male dolphin she was with. I backed away and watched as she kept herself suspended in the water, her legs open, as the dolphin swam in a tight circle below her. He was swimming upside down and his attention was clearly on her. Sylvia’s attention was equally fixated on him and I saw her raise her knees as the dolphin changed his tact and slowly rose toward her, his long, curved cock fully out of his slit. He rose so close to her that his underside rubbed against her breasts and she took hold of his fins just before his cock made contact with her crotch. They slowly rose to toward the surface, his cock tip visibly moving to find her opening. The next thing I saw for certain was a long stream of bubbles emanating from her apparatus. I saw her arms and legs wrap around her new mate as it suddenly raced up to the surface and returned underwater.
Not far away, Adrian was finding a less aggressive encounter. The dolphin he was engaged with was far more curious and undoubtedly a direct result of no prior experience with human males. Adrian was clearly excited in an aroused kind of way. His cock was erect and hard as he remained in a suspended position to engage the female in a way that was far different than holding onto the dorsal fin for a ride. For her part, the female also appeared interested, if partially confused. In her experience with males, she was the passive one, but here was a male that clearly was interested in her but was far less aggressive than she was used to.
Adrian seemed tentative. He looked back at me not knowing how, considering his intention not to force himself, he was going to get to the next stage. It wouldn’t be his action in the matter, however. The female swam off, but quickly turned down and smoothly glided back to him, rising up from below. She slowed to a stop when her head was at his cock level and her snout touched it gently. Adrian was watching this action intently when she slowly rose in the water, her eyes passing his as she continued to rise. Remembering what he had seen me do previously and Sylvia just a moment before, he put his hands out to grasp the fins as they appeared before him. Holding onto her, he slowly rose with her, this time completely different from past times when he held onto her dorsal fin. This time his bare front and her underside were separated by inches, occasionally coming into contact as the water forced them together.
I kicked into a horizontal position and swam alongside them. I was as curious about this as he probably was. Well, maybe not quite. As I arrived alongside, I found her arching to a horizontal position still about 6 feet below the surface. In the process, Adrian was now resting on her underside and his cock was bumping along her slit, which I saw was more open than it had appeared before.
Adrian looked over to me, not the most comfortable in the water, but his face reflected a marvel and exhilaration as this experience was just beginning for him. As the female swam on her back, I watched as Adrian allowed his body to rise slightly to give him enough space to look between their bodies. Human males don’t have prehensile cocks like the dolphins do so his penis wasn’t able to move on its own to locate and penetrate her pussy slit. He had to assist the penetration physically and he seemed determined to do so by aligning his body to hers. He allowed his body to drift along hers until he was in position, then he used his feet and legs to hold himself and pull himself closer to her. His rigid cock touched her pussy and she arched her body to increase the contact, which also had the effect of sending them deeper.
Going deeper wasn’t what was on Adrian’s mind, though. Correction, going deeper in the water wasn’t … going deeper into the first female a****l he attempted to mate with was very definitely on his mind. He felt, and I saw, his cock head in position, touching the slightly open slit of her pussy, and he pressed down and forward. Even having to look through his mask and the distortions from the side that it can create, I could see the look of wonder and amazement in his eyes as his cock sank in and then was driven further into her. I continued to watch from the side as his legs wrapped around the dolphin and he leaned completely forward, his cock inside and he pulled himself forward along her smooth underside, driving his cock even deeper.
She responded with powerful kicks of her tail and she turned over and went to the surface, swimming there for enough moments to gather fresh air while Adrian clung underneath her. Then, she curled and kicked to drive them both underwater and into the deep. I stayed in one location and attempted to follow the action around me. The other dolphins were swimming, diving, and gliding past the two being mated by humans. I watched as the two mated couples curved alongside each other, both dolphins on their backs. I even saw Adrian reach through the space separating them and touch the arm of Sylvia.
The powerful kicks from the dolphins were having their effects on all four of them and it wasn’t long before I could see the humans, by their body language, expressing their underwater climaxes.
With the breathing apparatus, I wasn’t so concerned about drowning, but I swam to Sylvia’s side as she slid limply from the dolphin. I gathered her and pulled her up and to the anchored boat’s stern and the swim platform where with its ladder extending into the water. I boosted her up the ladder and she collapsed on the platform, her back leaning against the back of the boat. While I held to the ladder, I turned to look for Adrian. Not seeing him on the surface, I was about to drop down to search underwater when a hand grabbed the ladder rung I was holding. He pulled himself up so his head was out of the water, removed the breathing and mask, throwing both onto the platform. He crawled up and sat next to Sylvia, taking her around the shoulders. I watch from the water level as he turned her to him and kissed her. He smiled over to me, then turned back to Sylvia, asking, “How was it?”
She too looked to me, “My God! I’ve never felt anything like it. His cock was so deep and the sensation of being taken through the water, to the surface and to the bottom of the cove.” She kissed him, again. “It was wonderful. You?”
He smiled at her, “The same. Exactly the same! I didn’t know if it would feel different physically to be inside a female a****l. Thinking about it … I’m not sure if it felt different or not. What was different, so very different, was the knowledge that I was inside an a****l. To add the element of water, the visual and sensory elements that included, it heightened everything.”
Sylvia turned her attention back to me after taking Adrian’s hand into hers. “We’re going to do this, again.”
I laughed as I pulled myself out of the water and climbed into the back of the boat. Over my shoulder, I called out to them, “Again, yes. The next time I will join you. But, not now. Now you rest and rehydrate. We have a couple more days …”
* * * * *
Our time away was coming to an end. Any ending was too soon for this experience and all three of us were in complete agreement. As we approached the harbor for the rental, and we were still naked, I mused about our days together. I, of course, was well aware of the discussion of lusts as regards my ‘condition’. Intense physical activity or intense sexual activity. I stepped between Sylvia and Adrian, hugging their naked bodies to mine as I smiled and finished the thought to myself. This time, I created the intense sexual activity for them. The dolphins were exclamation points to the pleasures we shared with the dogs and Preta, sharing Adrian between us. It was time we all wished could have continued forever …
We were getting very close to the harbor and had come within sight of several other boats so it was decided that some clothes were finally required. Adrian had dug out his clothes and took his cell phone as he resumed captain duties. Sylvia had her panties on and was dropping her sundress over her head, sans any bra, when Adrian announced, “I have three phone messages from Sam James.”
Sylvia dug into her bag, retrieving her phone, “I do, too. Three.”
They both looked at me. I was having a very difficult time wanting to put clothes on and was still naked. I opened my bag, grabbed my phone and waited for it to come on-line. Standing at the windshield of the boat still naked, a boat load of teenage boys cruised by and whistled. I didn’t even react, though. My screen was showing four calls from Sam.
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I slept about a full day after my return from the Columbian coast. Our agreement had been that Agency would pick me up by helicopter from the Research vessel and return me directly to the commercial airport in Caracas. All parties held to the agreement and Sylvia immediately put me to bed upon my arrival home shortly after noon. It had been about eleven days since the boys had seen me, but Sylvia was adamant that I sleep first. A very wise woman … that homecoming reunion would become very extensive.
But, several days later, I was waiting in the foundation’s conference room near our offices on the top floor of the Contreras building. I was waiting with Sam and Director from Agency, standing at the wall of glass windows that looked down into the bustling business and entertainment district of Caracas. I suppose from this height it could possibly be the view in any number of large city business districts, but I wasn’t a large city girl and it still impressed me. Adrian was sitting in a chair near the door. He refused to allow the meeting otherwise.
When the other participants arrived, it was a small group of men led by an obviously domineering type, all in civilian business suits. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I knew this was a ‘classified’ debriefing of the mission against the gang-lord’s secret, safe retreat. These men were all from the US Navy. When I turned at the disturbance that was their arrival, I saw that despite their civilian attire, they managed to draw significant attention to themselves merely by their attitude and manner. I saw that even Sylvia was drawn to the doorway of her office to discern the disturbance in her office area. I waved to her and she returned a nervous smile.
Adrian closed the door after them and introductions were made. I sat at the table with Director and Sam with the windows behind us. The Navy sat on the other side and Adrian oversaw everything from near the door. Director revealed a strategic side to him that I hadn’t been exposed to previously; arranging the seating so it would provide a subtle advantage in questioning and control by forcing them to see me slightly hidden by a bright backdrop of the sunny day outside and forcing them into a condition of squinting to make-out my expressions, eventually causing them to tire. I had assumed we were all on the same side, but Director seemed to be providing an indication that nothing involving Agency was ever completely comfortable and brotherly-love.
The lead Navy man was a Rear Admiral in charge of Naval Intelligence and he didn’t look particularly happy and he expressed that quickly.
He looked directly at Sam, after glancing at Director, as if warning him aside. “So, Sam James, you’re the one responsible for me making this unnecessary journey for a debriefing. I understood the relationship with Agency, almost always against my recommendation, that debriefings would occur at our locations.” Even I had recognized that Director was not one to be brushed aside by a glance of warning, but Sam merely put his hand on the table next to Director to control the confrontation, but I decided to control it further and put my hand on the table next to Sam.
I fixed my gaze directly on the Admiral while sitting with a straight back and legs demurely crossed the way all ‘ladies’ seem to be taught. He had barely even glanced my way except during the introductions, deciding instead to confront Agency.
“Back off, Admiral, I might just as well cancel this meeting now.” That was all it took for Adrian to rise out of his chair and stand at the end of the table in a clear warning of his own. I held up my hand and he back off to the wall, but remained standing and physically dominating the room. “Neither Agent James, nor Director, or anyone at Agency had any control over the conditions of this meeting any more than the US Navy did.” My attention was drawn to Adrian as my peripheral vision caught his hand moving, but it was to try to discreetly cover the smile appearing on his face. Director and Sam, however, were reflecting stone-faced confrontation to the Admiral. “These were my conditions for ‘enduring’ a debriefing. I am neither Agency nor US Government. I was doing Agency, you, and the Columbian government a favor and I am not inclined to suffer intolerable egos. I am aware that your Seal team has already been debriefed and I sincerely doubt there is more I can provide beyond that. But, ask your questions with respect or I will have Major Ramos show you the door.”
The meeting, for all the posturing, didn’t last more than an hour after that. Maybe because of my attitude; maybe because there really much more to cover. The Navy left by being shown to the lobby by a secretary, which seemed to be a final dismissive gesture by Adrian. Director, Sam, Adrian, and I relaxed at the table with water.
I turned to look directly at Sam and Director. “I hope I didn’t cause you any problems.”
They both laughed and Director responded, “It was beautiful! Annie, we don’t go around cultivating clients and their relationships. We have unique skills, willingness, and ability to accomplish things that the partnership governments either cannot or are unwilling to do. Frankly, we were surprised the Seals were even involved in a foreign domestic issue, but it was a huge success.”
* * * * *
The days went by and it seemed that life might be back to normal, if I even knew what ‘normal’ was for me. The mission with the Seals had done something I really needed. It showed me that I was indeed a very unique woman capable of amazing physical things in tense and critical situations. I wasn’t sure what that meant for me; though, it was a good realization for another situation requiring more than a meeting in a conference room. I was a woman who could cross between the physical world of danger and conflict, but also function well in the ordered and restrained world of refined society.
I was again attending a meeting in the Venezuelan headquarters of Puma-Venezuela. I was shown to the office of the Director of Marketing, but I stopped in the doorway thinking a mistake had been made. The president of the regional group was already in the office with the Director. They both turned as the secretary gave a warning knock on the face of the open door.
“Aaah, Senorita Linder! Please … come in. Senorita, please meet Senor Sanchez, President of Puma-Venezuela.” We exchanged kisses to the cheek and I was directed to a chair next to the President, who resumed his seat. “We were just about to review the photos from your photoshoot.”
The President put his hand on the arm of my chair, “Senorita, I am very impressed. The photography, of course, he is very good. I mean, however, the look you present, especially with that puma of yours. Very natural and comfortable. Most models are not so comfortable in the presence of such an a****l. Also, most are not as physically fit as you are.” He hesitated, looked at his Director of Marketing, then continued. “There is a sense in marketing that the model should give off beauty and grace, but not exude a sense of physicality that might be intimidating.” I wondered where this was going. I laughed to myself, had my career as a model ended with only a trial photoshoot in the back of the estate? “The belief has been that the clothes and shoes should look good on the model and the attraction should be that, since it is clothes and shoes that we make and sell.” Yep, my modeling career, that I didn’t want, was over. “You have caused us consider a new perspective with these photos.”
I didn’t know what else to say and I felt I needed to participate somehow. “Oh?” Brilliant, right?
The Director of Marketing took over, “It would seem, the marketing effort could be focused on clothing that looks good, but is functional to the extreme for someone training in the way you do. Intense exercise, yet graceful and elegant. Your a****l at your side throughout it all enhances the image.”
We discussed the idea and what they would like from me. I then talked about the needs of the c***dren and poor on the east and west mountainsides, the locations of the worst of the Caracas’ slums. Our partnership was thus cemented: unique modeling for generous donations to the foundation’s efforts for the poor and c***dren.
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“Senoras and Senores, thank you for coming to our first annual Contreras Foundation gala evening.” There was applause from the hundred or so elegantly dressed members of Caracas’ business and social society. She stood on a small stage setup in the grand lobby of the Caracas Opera House. The guests congregated in groups around the lobby in discussions, but were drawn by the voice of Sylvia. “As you know, the foundation is shifting part of its attention to the very important work of assisting the poor and young of our city and region. Since my husband’s death, I have had the opportunity to meet with many of you beyond my former role of wife.” This drew laughter and applause. Many of the men in the room had long since forgotten what Sylvia was like as the wife of a powerful man, now taking on that roll herself. “One such meeting was with Bono. Yes, of U2 fame and an organizer of the ONE movement. I was fascinated that this group of musicians were so adamant of the idea of taking care of the poor in world. Poverty, clean water, sufficient food. Senoras, I will confess that he is as charming and inspiring and good-looking as his music is. He inspired in me a wonder … what the world could be like if those basic needs of all people could be solved. Of course, I needn’t have looked any further than our own country and city, did I? Our own backyard needs so much. So, that is the reasoning for shifting part of my focus through the foundation.” She put out her hand behind her. I was standing with Adrian behind and to the side. “But, I can’t do this on my own.” She chuckled, “That’s why you are here … well, you and your money.” Again, the people laughed. They knew full well this was to be an expensive gathering, but Sylvia was hard to say no to. “But, as important as your support is, this young woman will be assisting me. Some of you have already met her, other have heard of her. Senorita Annie Linder.”
I stepped to the front of the stage where Sylvia handed me the microphone. I was nervous. The applause greeting me was initially polite, then became more enthusiastic as I noticed people sharing comments. “Thank you, thank you. I … I’m not sure what I can add … Sylvia has been a wonderful friend and mentor. She has shown me what it means to be a woman in all the wonderful ways that are possible. She is strong and tender; she is fierce and soothing; she can challenge men to excel in business and guide a young c***d’s view of a flower and see a world. I know, she has done all that for me. She’s been my strength when I questioned my own; she’s challenged me to overcome setbacks; she’s fiercely stood watching over me when I was threatened; but, she’s also been the tender soul when I needed it, soothing my hurt body, heart, or confidence; and, she has opened such a world of wonder to me. I grew up in a poor life. Not like these poor, perhaps, but it is not unfamiliar to me. I have several people to thank for being the person I am today. They were people who cared enough about others not to turn away, but instead to help when others may have turned away. That is the work that needs to be done on a grander scale. I look at myself and I am amazed at what I have become. It makes me wonder what those k**s could become if they were given the chance. Which of them might discover a meaningful solution to the environment? Which might solve the need for plentiful, safe water?” People were quiet, but I realized they were paying attention and that encouraged me. “Sylvia honors me. She has asked me to help her with that part of the foundation. I am excited … and scared. But, I know how important this work will be. Some of you know a little bit about me. Some of you might know that I managed to get lost in the jungle of Brazil.” The reaction was mixed, some laughter and some exclamations. “I couldn’t manage to stay in the airplane, either. If you had seen me when I first entered your beautiful country from that jungle … well, I sure didn’t look like this.” This brought hearty laughter. “I think I have rambled quite long enough.”
Sylvia and I made the rounds of the guests. It was easy to see that the event was going to be a huge success for the foundation and the poor. I was constantly pulled into one group after the other to regale them about the jungle experience, finding those c***dren, or the time I stopped Sylvia’s purse snatcher. It seemed there was as much interest in the dramatic events as the efforts of the foundation, but it was all for the foundation in the end.
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Sylvia and I were relaxing under the late afternoon sun on the back lawn. We were both naked and freshly fucked … several times, actually. For me it was my two boys. For Sylvia, it was Adrian and her Bo. Such a way for a lady of the city to behave. I teased her, but it was the reason for such care in making sure of our privacy.
Adrian had gone back to the house for some cold drinks. I rolled onto my stomach and watched him walk past the pool for the glass doors. Sylvia noticed my attention and rolled over herself, then seeing what I was watching so intently.
She poked my arm playfully, “He’s mine.”
I chuckled, “I know, but you’ll share.”
She giggled, “Yes, I will. And, I have never heard an objection from him.”
“That is a fine man, Sylvia.” I put my hand on her bare back and stroked her. I rolled back to my back and sighed. She turned onto her side, propping her head in her hand and asked what the sigh was for. “Mmmmm … sometimes I just … I don’t know. I might envy you. Your life seems to be moving along perfectly. A wonderful man. Respect in the business world. Your foundation is accepted and beginning to make a difference … beginning.”
She touched my arm, “What’s wrong? You are a part of all of this, an important part.”
I turned to my side so I could look at her better. “Is this what my life is? Is this my normal life? It has occurred to me that for all the growing and changing I have been through, I have always been supported by someone at each stage. Bobbi and Jake in Arizona; you and the team at the resort; now, you and Adrian here. I’m sorry, it makes it sound like I’m not grateful, I am. But … I don’t know.”
“Annie, what about you saving those k**s? What about helping my friends with their dogs? What about … about the mission you were on? The k**s and mission were huge.”
“So, what am I? Am I this? Or, am I that?”
“Dear girl, maybe you’re both! Maybe, your ‘normal’ isn’t normal at all.”
“Hmm, maybe.” What would be wrong with not being normal? Then I remembered. “Sylvia, I keep forgetting … Adrian has been around us for some time now as we mate with the a****ls and he seems perfectly accepting.” She nodded but was confused. “I was wondering … do you think he ever wonders what it would be like?”
“You mean like getting a female dog for him?”
“Well … I suppose, but that’s not what I was thinking. You both seemed very intrigued by my depiction of the dolphins. Just the diving and swimming with the apparatus is wonderful.”
She squinted her eyes at me, “You mean … you mean go back to that little island where the dolphins were? You said there were females in the group …”
She’s right. Why does life have to be normal.
* * * * *
I was floating vertically in the water about 15 feet below the surface. All around me was activity. The pod had returned within a day of our arrival back to the little cove at the island off the coast of Columbia. Adrian had found a rental boat that was large enough for us to sleep on and small enough to enter the cove and anchor there. The two dogs and Preta spent most of their time on the island, which was uninhabited except for small a****l and reptilian life.
We had planned a week vacation to clear all of our minds and enjoy some new experiences or the same experiences in new settings. Either way, the island and cove were relaxing. The three of us agreed this would be a time without outside communication distractions. Besides relaxing as a priority, it would be a sensory experience. As soon as Adrian had the boat outside the harbor and nearby proximity to other boats, we became naked and put all our clothes away for the remainder of the trip until we returned to the harbor approach. Our time would be spent enjoying our surroundings and each other, including the a****ls, as often and wherever the inclination presented itself.
Adrian had been easy to convince to make the trip. He confessed that watching us being mated by the a****ls so casually and naturally continued to be erotic and stimulating for him. Usually, he would fuck Sylvia before she mated with Bo, but as he watched the woman he loved underneath the frantically humping a****l, he as often as not remained hard and eagerly accepted our sucking him to another climax. Although the idea of bestial sex intrigued him, he hadn’t been convinced he wanted to try it. He confessed a reluctance to force himself on any female and, with the two of us in his life, he was never wanting for sexual satisfaction. He was convinced there was no substitute for two women he loved so intensely. But, this idea fascinated him. It would be a unique experience in a new, sensory environment … underwater.
Which was how I now found myself suspended in the water observing the activity around me. In addition to the pod of dolphins carousing around us, there was numerous other fish and two sea turtles. The turtles were large enough to tow us, but we easily swam alongside them, aided by the same equipment I had during my previous visit here. It was a sign of how grateful Agency and the Seal group were after my past assistance that I was able to get this equipment within days, just by asking for it through Sam. Both Sylvia and Adrian took to the water and the freedom the equipment provided and they realized the extent of the sensory experience of being naked in the water, the feel of the water movement over the skin, and the availability for frequent and casual touches.
Once the dolphins arrived, we spent another day allowing acceptance. They seemed to remember me and the males responded with overt familiarity. I wanted them to be the same way with Sylvia and Adrian, so we took our time. It wasn’t as if the dolphins were needed for our sexual play and satisfaction, but they would be a bonus experience.
Sylvia and Adrian were both engaged with a dolphin, playing, being pulled, the familiarity and comfort between them growing by the minute. I swam to Sylvia and showed her what to do in order to offer encouragement to the male dolphin she was with. I backed away and watched as she kept herself suspended in the water, her legs open, as the dolphin swam in a tight circle below her. He was swimming upside down and his attention was clearly on her. Sylvia’s attention was equally fixated on him and I saw her raise her knees as the dolphin changed his tact and slowly rose toward her, his long, curved cock fully out of his slit. He rose so close to her that his underside rubbed against her breasts and she took hold of his fins just before his cock made contact with her crotch. They slowly rose to toward the surface, his cock tip visibly moving to find her opening. The next thing I saw for certain was a long stream of bubbles emanating from her apparatus. I saw her arms and legs wrap around her new mate as it suddenly raced up to the surface and returned underwater.
Not far away, Adrian was finding a less aggressive encounter. The dolphin he was engaged with was far more curious and undoubtedly a direct result of no prior experience with human males. Adrian was clearly excited in an aroused kind of way. His cock was erect and hard as he remained in a suspended position to engage the female in a way that was far different than holding onto the dorsal fin for a ride. For her part, the female also appeared interested, if partially confused. In her experience with males, she was the passive one, but here was a male that clearly was interested in her but was far less aggressive than she was used to.
Adrian seemed tentative. He looked back at me not knowing how, considering his intention not to force himself, he was going to get to the next stage. It wouldn’t be his action in the matter, however. The female swam off, but quickly turned down and smoothly glided back to him, rising up from below. She slowed to a stop when her head was at his cock level and her snout touched it gently. Adrian was watching this action intently when she slowly rose in the water, her eyes passing his as she continued to rise. Remembering what he had seen me do previously and Sylvia just a moment before, he put his hands out to grasp the fins as they appeared before him. Holding onto her, he slowly rose with her, this time completely different from past times when he held onto her dorsal fin. This time his bare front and her underside were separated by inches, occasionally coming into contact as the water forced them together.
I kicked into a horizontal position and swam alongside them. I was as curious about this as he probably was. Well, maybe not quite. As I arrived alongside, I found her arching to a horizontal position still about 6 feet below the surface. In the process, Adrian was now resting on her underside and his cock was bumping along her slit, which I saw was more open than it had appeared before.
Adrian looked over to me, not the most comfortable in the water, but his face reflected a marvel and exhilaration as this experience was just beginning for him. As the female swam on her back, I watched as Adrian allowed his body to rise slightly to give him enough space to look between their bodies. Human males don’t have prehensile cocks like the dolphins do so his penis wasn’t able to move on its own to locate and penetrate her pussy slit. He had to assist the penetration physically and he seemed determined to do so by aligning his body to hers. He allowed his body to drift along hers until he was in position, then he used his feet and legs to hold himself and pull himself closer to her. His rigid cock touched her pussy and she arched her body to increase the contact, which also had the effect of sending them deeper.
Going deeper wasn’t what was on Adrian’s mind, though. Correction, going deeper in the water wasn’t … going deeper into the first female a****l he attempted to mate with was very definitely on his mind. He felt, and I saw, his cock head in position, touching the slightly open slit of her pussy, and he pressed down and forward. Even having to look through his mask and the distortions from the side that it can create, I could see the look of wonder and amazement in his eyes as his cock sank in and then was driven further into her. I continued to watch from the side as his legs wrapped around the dolphin and he leaned completely forward, his cock inside and he pulled himself forward along her smooth underside, driving his cock even deeper.
She responded with powerful kicks of her tail and she turned over and went to the surface, swimming there for enough moments to gather fresh air while Adrian clung underneath her. Then, she curled and kicked to drive them both underwater and into the deep. I stayed in one location and attempted to follow the action around me. The other dolphins were swimming, diving, and gliding past the two being mated by humans. I watched as the two mated couples curved alongside each other, both dolphins on their backs. I even saw Adrian reach through the space separating them and touch the arm of Sylvia.
The powerful kicks from the dolphins were having their effects on all four of them and it wasn’t long before I could see the humans, by their body language, expressing their underwater climaxes.
With the breathing apparatus, I wasn’t so concerned about drowning, but I swam to Sylvia’s side as she slid limply from the dolphin. I gathered her and pulled her up and to the anchored boat’s stern and the swim platform where with its ladder extending into the water. I boosted her up the ladder and she collapsed on the platform, her back leaning against the back of the boat. While I held to the ladder, I turned to look for Adrian. Not seeing him on the surface, I was about to drop down to search underwater when a hand grabbed the ladder rung I was holding. He pulled himself up so his head was out of the water, removed the breathing and mask, throwing both onto the platform. He crawled up and sat next to Sylvia, taking her around the shoulders. I watch from the water level as he turned her to him and kissed her. He smiled over to me, then turned back to Sylvia, asking, “How was it?”
She too looked to me, “My God! I’ve never felt anything like it. His cock was so deep and the sensation of being taken through the water, to the surface and to the bottom of the cove.” She kissed him, again. “It was wonderful. You?”
He smiled at her, “The same. Exactly the same! I didn’t know if it would feel different physically to be inside a female a****l. Thinking about it … I’m not sure if it felt different or not. What was different, so very different, was the knowledge that I was inside an a****l. To add the element of water, the visual and sensory elements that included, it heightened everything.”
Sylvia turned her attention back to me after taking Adrian’s hand into hers. “We’re going to do this, again.”
I laughed as I pulled myself out of the water and climbed into the back of the boat. Over my shoulder, I called out to them, “Again, yes. The next time I will join you. But, not now. Now you rest and rehydrate. We have a couple more days …”
* * * * *
Our time away was coming to an end. Any ending was too soon for this experience and all three of us were in complete agreement. As we approached the harbor for the rental, and we were still naked, I mused about our days together. I, of course, was well aware of the discussion of lusts as regards my ‘condition’. Intense physical activity or intense sexual activity. I stepped between Sylvia and Adrian, hugging their naked bodies to mine as I smiled and finished the thought to myself. This time, I created the intense sexual activity for them. The dolphins were exclamation points to the pleasures we shared with the dogs and Preta, sharing Adrian between us. It was time we all wished could have continued forever …
We were getting very close to the harbor and had come within sight of several other boats so it was decided that some clothes were finally required. Adrian had dug out his clothes and took his cell phone as he resumed captain duties. Sylvia had her panties on and was dropping her sundress over her head, sans any bra, when Adrian announced, “I have three phone messages from Sam James.”
Sylvia dug into her bag, retrieving her phone, “I do, too. Three.”
They both looked at me. I was having a very difficult time wanting to put clothes on and was still naked. I opened my bag, grabbed my phone and waited for it to come on-line. Standing at the windshield of the boat still naked, a boat load of teenage boys cruised by and whistled. I didn’t even react, though. My screen was showing four calls from Sam.
* * * CHAPTER 21: THE GUARANI will follow * * * Thanks for reading
Vera
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