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CHAPTER 5: ACCEPT & EMBRACE

The Club Dining Room was equipped with about a dozen and a half tables that sat four people each. They could be moved together for larger groups. The Club served as a more formal dining environment compared to the cafeteria, which was assessable nearly anytime of the day or night. There were always people on duty at the facility.

Jenna’s pass card got us to the level with of the Club. Jenna was nervous as we stepped out of the elevator and approached the door where her pass card was again required. I stepped inside, waiting for her, but scanning the room for Sam and Director. Sam and I made eye contact almost immediately, then the Director followed Sam’s eyes and made recognition himself. When I felt Jenna step next to me, I saw a change in both men’s faces. Their faces changed from recognition of me, to losing that recognition and registering a level of confusion, to realization and surprise, and, finally, to delight.

After we made love and enjoyed the afterglow for a while with soft kissing and stroking of each other, she and I shared the shower, another first for her, especially since the showering part didn’t occupy the most our time under the water spray. I found a black skirt in her closet that came to just above her knees. I then added a white, sleeveless blouse.

Then we hustled down to the guest quarters for me to dress. In my guest quarters, though, I gave her hair a touch of styling, added highlight to her eyes with shadow and liner, then a muted red shade of lipstick. Before we left, I unbuttoned her blouse to the level of her breasts. She objected, but I insisted. The look on the men’s faces was her reward for listening to me.

As we walked side by side toward the men, she leaned into me, our shoulders touching. “I need to talk to you about how to do this …” Even a brainiac can like being noticed.

The men stood and greeted us awkwardly. The three of them had professional relationships, but it didn’t mean they didn’t notice, and appreciate, the change they found in Jenna.

The Director kept the conversation light throughout wine and dinner. After the dishes were cleared away and drinks were ordered, the conversations shifted.

He started off with a long praising of Jenna for the work she did and her handling of the obstructionism she encountered. He asked, and received, permission to use her first name. He asked more detailed questions about points of her findings and her suppositions. He turned to Sam and did the same thing. At first, I was confused about his intention when he moved his questions to Sam. He seemed to be focusing on details about our time in the jungle that had little or nothing to do with the findings Jenna had uncovered. Then, I saw where he was headed. He had probed Jenna about new ‘enhancements’ she had identified in me. They were preliminary and not yet quantified, except that they existed to some level (hearing, night vision, smell, reflexes, etc.). By quizzing Sam, he was verifying the debriefing information that seemed extraordinary and exaggerated at the time. Comparing that verified information with what Jenna was providing was validating the expectations that we were all sharing.

He paused, took his whiskey glass and swirled the contents, seemingly studying the liquid rotating in the glass but was actually deep within himself. When he looked up, his eyes fixed on me, then moved to Jenna, Sam, and back to me.

“I have a proposition for you. No pressure, no obligation. I would like you to consider it, however.” He looked at Sam and I saw him give a small, almost unnoticeable, nod of his head. “Sam’s report and insistence following his encounter with you and your joint escape from the jungle could be enough to lead me in this direction, but it would have been on a much higher level of faith in intuition. Jenna has taken much of that away and substituted documented evidence in support. I am a believer that what is happening needs to be understood. Jenna’s belief is that these changes are gifts, not curses or things to be feared. That might be simply optimistic without understanding and working with it.” He stopped and looked at me head-on. “My proposition: I will give you our full resources and support in the on-going study, investigation, understanding of this cross-species DNA phenomenon. If she is willing, I would put Dr. Moore in charge of this effort with the resources we can spare from our normal mission efforts. On this project, Dr. Moore will report to Sam, only.” He looked at Jenna and her head was bobbing up and down, her eyes bright and a smile almost too big for her face. She turned to me and nodded. “I have already spoken to Sam about this and he is also in agreement. “I will leave the details up to you three.”

I looked around the table, ending back at Director. “What’s the catch, though. An organization like this doesn’t give away resources and effort without some payback, does it?”

He chuckled. “I know Sam told you some things about himself and us during a time when he might have thought neither of you would see civilization again. I also know that he told you that Agency has changed since he went missing. I want you to hear it from me, too. This is a different organization than the one Sam and I knew back then. It is that change in scope and focus that has caused the change and rapid growth of Agency. There is no mistaking that one of our purposes is still to be a lethal tool to the supporting countries we serve. The use of that tool now has far better oversight and control to avoid manipulation. We now have many purposes beyond lethal where our special talents and resources can be beneficial. At this point, I am gambling that you might find a way to assist us at some point when you understand and accept your gifts.”

“So, you are recruiting me as a condition to get this help.”

Sam jumped in. “No, we aren’t. You told me you don’t want to have to kill anyone. I accept that. Not everyone can be an agent. That is not a bad thing, even to us. For one thing, you offer an opportunity for us, Jenna in particular, to learn some very valuable insights into something nobody thought was possible. We’re willing to gamble that at the other side of this, there might be some opportunities for us to work together. That’s all. No conditions. Just for you to keep an open mind as we go forward.”

“You mean like as a contractor?”

Director leaned forward, his elbows on the table. “Let’s not try to put labels on the relationship. That just leads to misinterpretation. I am going way out on the limb here, Annie.”

I looked around the table. Jenna was nervous. I had the sense that this discussion felt to her to be way beyond her paygrade. Sam nodded at me and mouthed ‘trust me’. Director was intently watching me. I looked down at my hands, then back up at him.

“It seems doors keep opening to me that entice me to leave a life I was perfectly content living.” I looked around the table, again. This time, they all had smiles as they understood my acceptance. “Okay. How do we do this?”

Director nodded to Sam. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small packet. He slid it over to me. When I put my hand on it to pull it to me, he placed his hand over mine.

“Take this step and it becomes serious, Annie. This part of your life can’t be known to anyone.”

I nodded my understanding and pulled the packet to me. I opened the top and dumped the contents, which were two pieces. The first that caught my eyes was a security card like the one that everyone used to enter doors, elevators, etc. It contained my picture, my identity information, and a scan strip (I assumed that contained a lot more information about me). The other was a hard identity case, which contained the location of this facility and identification of me. Sam explained that the security card was good only for this facility. Only a few people had clearance for all the facilities without vetting. The identification case was for credentials if traveling to another facility or another location entirely that should require formal identification. That wasn’t likely to happen for me given my status, but they wanted to be prepared. He said the security card had the same clearance as Jenna, which would get me into all the locations I would need.

“So … out of curiosity … what areas don’t I have access to?”

He laughed. “Operations and the Armory.” He shook his finger at me.

The next morning, I was wakened by a call from Jenna. I was to meet her at the cafeteria for breakfast. She gave me general direction. I was to find out that the facility had stations along the hallways for finding specific rooms and facility areas, with the proper security card, of course.

After breakfast, she took my hand. She wanted to show me some of the interesting sites of the facility. I was wondering what they might be. She said the balcony, patio, and garage. The balcony was reached by elevator. Again, she punched in a code and the elevator rose, but it didn’t indicate what level. It rose, however, much longer than ever before. When the doors opened, the small vestibule seemed like solid walls except that the fall wall had a card scanner on it. She indicated that I should use my card and the wall moved outward an inch showing the outline of an opening. Jenna said that sensors were checking the surrounding area for heat and motion indications. Then the door moved out until I could see the outside around it. It then slid to the side. We walked outside on the top of a mountain. The surface looked like a well hiked mountain top. I heard a noise behind us, I turned to find the door moving back into place. From the outside, what was the door was the side of a rock face, invisible unless you knew what to look for. From this location, I looked one way at the ocean and the shore far below. In between was nothing but rough, wild terrain down the mountainside. The other direction was similar except for no ocean.

Jenna pointed along the mountain ridge in one direction, which turned out to be south. “Not far from here is a city, the southernmost city in Panama. Beyond a river at that location is Columbia.”

“We’re in Panama? Why did it take so long to fly here, then? I wouldn’t think it would really take half as long as it did.”

She smiled. “We’re a secret organization, remember? Can’t have someone figuring out where this might be before we are ready for them to know.”

“I don’t see a landing strip?”

She laughed. “The garage. You’ll love that! But, first, the patio.”

She pointed out a bush against the rock wall. Behind it was a scanner.

The elevator took us down. A long way. This time I found we were nearly at the ocean shore level. A short walk put on a sandy beach. The water looked like an enclosed cove, as if it was formed from an ancient volcano. I was to find out that the far side was false and also opened by a section sinking into the water. The water normally had free flow through tunnels just below the surface. The effect from the outside was a solid rock face.

I looked at the sandy beach. “It looks like it is used.”

“It is. This is a favorite spot to let off pent-up energy and escape the confines of the facilities. We are just careful that our activities aren’t seen from the air. A warning buzzer and everyone and everything goes back inside our under cover. It’s a bit of a hassle, but it all protects us. Honestly, nobody here doesn’t understand that some governments and organizations in the world would be very pleased to find one of our locations.”

The ‘garage’ was our last stop before returning the lab and my scheduled departure. We took the elevator, then a long walk down corridors. There were many doors to storage rooms and whatever. As we passed one, the door opened with two guards coming out checking their weapons. I turned to Jenna, “The Armory?” She nodded, her face serious and continued quickly down the corridor.

She opened a double door and I stepped into a huge space. Initially, I was confused what such a space could be used for. Although there were some vehicles parked along the edges, the space was far too large for that purpose. Then, as my eyes continued to scan the open area in front of me, I saw a plane. Actually, a jet, its cargo door at the back was down and several men and women were working around the outside and loading and unloading crates. I looked quickly around the outside walls and found no hangar doors.

“Where … how …?”

She chuckled and pointed up. Above us, in the framework of the ceiling supports, were massive doors in the ceiling. “Look at the jet engines.” They were pointed down, not along the length of the plane. “These planes can easily take-off and land vertically as well as normally. We have two of them at this location. For missions, it makes it handy to be able to land in a field rather than requiring a landing strip.”

“That’s why those other flights felt so strange.” She nodded.

I asked where the money comes from if they aren’t part of the government. She chuckled. Apparently that was a bigger issue the way Agency was previously run. They were almost a mercenary group hired to take care of problems. The previous Director had taken it to an extreme, which led to Sam and others wanting out and that wasn’t something people did. When it was discovered what was happening within Agency, the American, British, and German intelligence groups interceded, bringing in all the agents and securing all assets. Only then, did those governments propose a separate agency independent of any one government but able to conduct missions too diplomatically sensitive to conduct as a sanctioned operation. They brought in the French, then the others. The primary funding is from those four governments, but there are eight other countries from Europe, Mexico, Central and South America. Agency answers to the Board, which is comprised of representatives answering only to their President or Prime Minister. The amount funded by any one government is small in comparison to their overall budgets and easily hidden in other budgetary line items. Combined, though, the funding for Agency is massive. Agency can afford to acquire virtually anything they might need. Thus, the state of the art planes, facilities, weapons, and scientific research and support.

We got back to the lab with only a little time remaining before I was scheduled to leave. I had committed to Director and Sam, but it was still not fully settled into my thinking. I remember, though, the excitement of Mary and Steve last night when Jenna put them off.

As we entered the laboratory and research area, using my card so I would get used to the process, we were nearly rushed by Steve and Mary. Their excitement was obvious and probably more energetic than normal in such a controlled environment. Several of the technicians in the immediate area stopped to watch. They were smiling.

I hugged each of them and was a little surprised that they easily accepted my hugs today. “I feel like we are intruding into your world. And, I feel almost disrespectful by not saying Drs. Adams and Higgins. Everybody is so smart in here …”

They each took one of Jenna’s arms and pulled her between them, holding onto her tightly. Mary said, “Shush. We love this feeling of informality and openness. It has been only a day and it feels like a veil of oppression has been lifted.”

Steve, “Yeah, Jenna came by early and told everyone that Samuelson was gone, that a new manager would be brought in eventually, but we all knew what needed to be done.”

Mary, “Who knows, maybe we’ll get to work for Jenna.”

Steve, “We wouldn’t mind that one bit.” Jenna was blushing. She might have more smarts than most rooms full of people, but she lacked confidence. Maybe that would come.

Jenna moved to change the subject, “Last night you were bubbling to tell us something you found …”

Mary and Steve grew quiet. They looked at each other without really looking at each other. Mary started, “We did.”

Steve, “It might be another big thing, but …”

Mary, “… we decided to run some more checks and discuss the results with Jenna, first.”

Steve, “Okay?”

Mary, “You’ve absorbed a lot …”

Steve, “… and you’ll be back more now, right?” I smiled. It certainly seems so.

This time getting on the plane was without first being blindfolded inside the building. There were going to be fewer secrets, certainly fewer about me.

Jenna stopped me at the bottom of the cargo ramp into the rear of the plane.

“Remember when we were swimming in your cove and the dolphins came in, swimming around us? You said they come into the cove, but you haven’t gotten close enough to touch them.” I nodded. I remembered that statement, but I also remembered the feeling of their presence intensely, even as a memory. “As your friend and researcher”, she laughed at that part, “please get out of your own way. Annie, what is happening could be more of a gift than you realize or seem willing to accept. Preta and Wolf didn’t suddenly take off and travel through the jungle on a whim and happen to both end up where you were. There is much more involved in it. I don’t know if science can even tap into whatever it is, but I believe it is there. The only explanation points to effects beyond just the physical that we can discover. Your homework …” she giggled at the thought of assigning something like that, “is to let yourself go around a****ls, especially around mammals. I think they are the key. Just try it, see what, if anything, happens.”

I hugged her and told her I would.

I was no sooner inside the belly of the plane when the ramp began rising. An airman assisted me in getting the harness fastened. Our takeoff was vertical and slow, then the jets engaged with more power and our trajectory became horizontal … and fast.

* * * *

I have been back at the resort for two hectic days. I needed to have a discussion with Sylvia … and Amy. It seemed that these trips away from the resort were leaving me with a massive amount of catch-up each time I returned. And, I could see be away from the resort more often, not less. Sam had already followed-up for a discussion of ramping up my training. He wanted to see where my physical ‘gifts’ might take me. He was considering putting a martial arts trainer into Trinidad to assist that effort, but to also provide an off-sight training facility to provide recruits with a variety of training and change of venue.

It was the middle of the afternoon and the resort was humming along just fine with this latest group of guests. I was taking a few hours to myself, some much needed hours to myself.

My eyes were closed. The strong equatorial sun was beating down on my naked body. A light breeze coming off the cove moved my long hair gently over my back and shoulders. My hair, amazingly, was down to the small of my back. Sometimes it scared me to think about just the subtle changes in my body. I wondered about bigger ones that weren’t so easily manifested by outward appearances. I was encouraged by the parting words of Jenna, though. For all her insecurities she was so insightful. Her final words to me was to stop getting in my own way, to let myself be, especially around the a****ls.

Of course, I had no such problems with Preta and Wolf. I knew what Jenna was referring to. I opened my eyes, the sudden brightness of the sun and its reflection off the water of the cove caused me to squint against the glare as I scanned the surface of the water. The dolphins. My most often expressed longing since the villages satisfied so many others.

There was nothing to lose by trying. If nothing else, I would have a refreshing swim.

I rolled my neck and flexed my shoulders, swinging my arms in wide circles loosening the joints as I walked into the water, each step brought me deeper into the water until the water was lapping at my upper thighs. I shaded my eyes with both hands, found nothing in the cove to give me hope, but dove smoothly into the water, rising to the surface some ten feet from where I was. As I broke the surface, my left shoulder tilted down as my right shoulder tilted up, my right arm curving out of the water and slicing down in front of me. Repetition. Right side, left side. Kick. Breath. Relax. Continue.

Soon, I recognized the shoreline to right during a breath that indicated I must be roughly in the middle of the cove. We had determined this was the deepest part of the cove. The barrier rocks nearly closing off the cove from the ocean were natural. The void between the two jutting lines of rock from each side curling around was just deep enough that a boat, navigated carefully, could enter without hitting any underwater rocks. That was also the location where fish life would enter and the water recycled with the tides.

I scanned the surface once more, treading water while turning in a tight circle. Still nothing. Well, it wasn’t like I always saw them … I resolved to have to wait for another time. I kicked into a stroking position and aimed for the gap in the breakers and the open sea. I didn’t normally come out to this spot, but at the moment it seemed somehow appropriate. I pulled myself onto the rocks, climbing over the top and settling onto a large rock offering a somewhat comfortable seat to gaze over the ocean surface. Unlike the cove, the ocean had waves, not heavy waves with whitecaps, but a steady rolling of the water surface.

It was peaceful and easy to let my mind wander as I gazed out over the water to the horizon with nothing but water and the rolling of the waves as the tide slowly came in. I thought about all that had occurred the few days before on my visit to Agency, as I found it was simply called. I knew, at least to myself, the agreement I gave to Director and Sam was more than a mere acceptance of their aid and support. Something had occurred to me in the days with Jenna before and my time at the facility, the confidence provided by Director, the support of Jenna and Sam, and the enthusiasm of Mary and Steve. I realized then that I was ready for yet another change in my life’s direction. I didn’t confess that to the others and certainly not to Director, but I felt my agreement to them extended further. How much further and what it might entail were the unknowns.

Sitting on the exposed rock, contemplating the nature of ocean waves, cruising seagulls, and the intoxicating effect of the tropical sun on my skin, I accepted into my soul everything Jenna, Sam, and the others were showing me. As I let the acceptance of me sinking into my bones and being, a sudden calmness washed over me. It had the same sense of lying on the shore at the water’s edge with the tide coming in. The water lapping up onto my feet, then receding, each lap of the waves taking more of my legs, covering me and pulling away, slowly washing over more of me and pulling away until the pulling away left much of my body covered in the water. With a will to experience it all, I closed my eyes, sat with a straight back, my breasts and face and arms out to the ocean, my breathing slowed and controlled until it was unthinking and calm.

I felt the water of my visualization wash around and between my breasts as I remained calm and at peace on the sand, accepting the cleansing of the tidal wash. When the water came to my chin, then surrounding my face, drops splashing and landing on my closed eyes, I smiled … softly … maybe not even my mouth and face as much as my being, my soul. In my visualization, when my face was completely covered by the incoming water, my entire body relaxed, the last vestige of tension seeping out of me. I was completely at peace … and I knew, more than I had ever known anything before.

What was happening to me, the changes apparent in my DNA, would have elements of a physical metamorphosis, yes, but it was also a change in me, what and who I was. It was what Jenna was trying to tell me, but didn’t know how to articulate something that had never, to anyone’s knowledge, occurred before. Her fascination and study of the mystical world and its interwoven influence into our science and medicine must have been her clue. But, how this might end up influencing and affecting me with my unique … gifts? … gifts are what she called them … yes, how this might end up influencing and affecting me with my unique gifts, gifts that they could assist me in targeting but would require my commitment to accepting and mastering.

My visualization had changed. No longer was I lying on the firm sands of the beach with the water washing over. I was floating … suspended, really … underwater. My body was a peace and totally relaxed. My arms were spread from my body, my legs slightly parted. Completely relaxed and at peace. My hair, my long, unruly, black hair floated out from my head, under me, behind me, and above me. I was breathing … under water. It was natural and reasonable in my visualization.

I understood. I understood completely and with my soul. Twice I have been resurrected. Each time from death or at least the appearance of death to those who brought me back. This was another resurrection. Not from death this time. This time it was from an old self to a new self. The old self was a good self, a worthy self, a self that loved freely and openly, a self that learned to accept love and embrace it, a self that encouraged and supported others. Yes, the old self was a good self.

The new self would be that, all of that, and more. Somehow, in some way, more.

With that realization, the visualization melted away. No longer was my body touched by the ocean’s water, but by the sun’s radiance. The quiet of being underwater gave way to the gentle sounds of the ocean breeze, the water lapping on the rocks below me, the gulls gliding over the water, diving and calling in search of food.

Then, another sound was breaking into awareness. Familiar sounds, but urgent. Barking and roars. Wolf and Preta!

I turned my head and shoulders to look back at the shore. They pranced at the water’s edge, splashing water as they bounced back and forth. They stopped at seeing my attention on them, but it wasn’t about them that they were sending out their joint call. There in the water of the cove, not ten yards from my position, was a dolphin swimming in a tight circle, rising up and down. I stood up, turning toward it, and to my amazement, it stopped, its head out of the water watching me. I looked to the beach and found my partners quietly in a sitting position. They called me to tell me this? And the dolphin seemed now to be waiting. Expecting.

“Get out of your own way …”

I carefully stepped onto the wet rocks, careful of both my feet and footing. Then, without more thought, question, or self-doubt, I dove into the water. As I glided through the water, I wondered if it would still be there when I came to the surface. Then, the thought, the question, disappeared. I expected it to be there, exactly where it had been.

When I broke the surface, I looked ahead of me. He was in the same spot, as though still waiting. It chattered at me once. I moved slowly toward it, my head above water watching it as it watched me. As I watched, it arched up and dove under the water. I stopped where I was, treading water, waiting, watching for where it might come back to the surface.

A shape appeared to my side, too close to react or move away. The dolphin rose up from the deep, leveling off just below the surface and glided past my left side, the length of its body sliding against me. I looked over my shoulder, seeing it turn, and I put out my right hand just under the water as it swam past, grazing along my body on that side. I laughed. It was playing with me, teasing me.

I swam away from it, further into the middle of the cove. It circled around me and I took a deep breath and dove down. I forced my eyes open, knowing the salt water would sting, but I wanted to see what it was doing, how it would react. It dove alongside me. When I stopped and held my position it turned and rose back up to me. It was rising so its back and dorsal fin would pass along my front. I took hold of the dorsal fin and it pulled my up to the surface. With me in tow, it swam on the surface in a large circle. I laughed out loud. Just get out of your own way …

I let go of the fin. It turned and seemed to look at me. I moved toward it and it stayed where it was. I put out my hand and touched its head. Its eyes watched me, but there didn’t appear to be any sign of fear or tentativeness. It nodded its head as if I had asked something and it was consenting. I tilted my head quizzically at it while treading water with my arms and legs.

Its head remained above water but it slowly moved itself closer to me, its body turning down into the water. Soon, it was a mere foot from my body, our bodies stretched down into the water along each other, my feet contacting its tail as I kicked to hold my position. It inched closer to me and our bodies touched, my naked front and its underside. It slid down under the water surface, dropping straight down, its snout keeping contact as it dropped, touching from my chest, between my breasts, over my stomach, then over my mound before turning and diving further down. I remained in the same position, resisting the urge to turn to find it, sensing that something else was at play here … something more than mere play. Just get out of your own way …

I spotted it coming toward me, gliding to me on its back this time. I put my hands out in front, both hands on its underside. It slid by and my hand pass completely over its belly. Toward the tail, my hand slid over a slit in its underside. I thought it must be a female and the slit was the vulva. It turned and dove down, rising up along my front again. I opened my legs and raised them to feel the dolphin on the insides of my thighs as it rose up against me. It turned over and I spotted the slit, again. I was now convinced this was a female.

I slipped beneath the surface, rising and pulling my long hair back from my face. Just then, the dolphin began her pass in front of me, again. My hands sliding over its belly as before, but … this was not a female. Barely sticking out of the slit was a mound of something firm. The dolphin slowed to a stop in front of me. Before my eyes, the ‘something’ in the slit seemed to uncoil from inside. Once out, it was a good ten inches long and tapered to a narrow end at the head. I pulled my hand away, a reflex reaction only at being startled.

He rolled to the side and slid under the water. On another immediate reflex, I followed him under. I was under no illusion that I could match his swimming, but I had a desire, a need to indicate in some way that I was not rejecting him. Again, I forced my eyes open and found him not far from me. He was hanging in the water as if waiting to see my reaction … or maybe interest.

No way was I going to be able to stay underwater playing coy games with him, though. I kicked toward him but he shocked me with his response. He turned vertical in the water, his underside showing to me, his exposed penis right there in front of him and me. He wasn’t just showing himself to me, though. With his flippers, he pushed himself slowly away from me. The damn thing was teasing me. It was like he was in my head, taunting me in the most obscene way. If he had been a man, I would almost certainly have laughed in his face, turned and walked away. No way would I allow a man do something like this to me. But, this … this was different. I stopped in the water and watched him move away, his penis right there fascinating me. I looked up at his head, he was watching me, his flippers holding him in place as my arms and feet were doing for me.

I was unprepared for this reaction, this playfulness. I was also unprepared to be underwater for this length of time. I looked up at the surface, mere feet above me, and I kicked for the surface. I broke the surface, filled my lungs with several deep breaths, curled and kicked back down. He was in the same spot, floating vertically, waiting, taunting. Damn him … damn me … when was the last time I let a male anything taunt me like this? When was the last time I didn’t outright reject such a taunt?

I didn’t, though. And I knew I wouldn’t. As soon as I found him in the same location, I twisted to kick and stroke directly to him. I kicked down slightly, then as I approached him, I glided upward with full intention to return the taunt with my own. Two can play this game.

From slightly below him, I smoothly glided up against his underside, his front. My eyes came level with his penis and I was transfixed. It came out of the slit, it was curved as it had actually uncurled as it came out, the tip/head being pointed and much thicker at the base where it entered the slit. I pushed my face forward, my lips making contact with the surface of it as I glided past. As I rose higher, I pressed my body against his, my breasts, then my stomach, rubbing against him.

As I came head level with him, I stopped to look into his eyes. I pushed myself slightly away from him, our eyes keeping contact with each other. I turned and stroked for the surface. I gulped in desperately needed air, turning into powerful swimming strokes. I had no particular destination. I wasn’t going for the shore or the breaker rocks, I hoped to not get very far at all. If he was as horny as he looked … as horny as I was feeling … my tease/taunt back at him should bring him after me before I get too far.

My strokes were smooth and easy. I wasn’t trying to escape … more like hard to get. Before that last thought made it through my head, I sensed his presence next to me, the water pressure on my left side more than the other. I looked when taking a breath on that side to find him alongside. He turned onto his side, his under belly bumping me at the hip. I stopped. He swam around me in a tight circle, then dove underwater. A smile creased my face as a naughty thought came to me. Maybe we were at the same point in our interest, our anticipation, our expectation. I used only my arms to tread water, my legs opening. I didn’t have long to wait for the response.

I felt the touch on the insides of my thighs, first. As his head reached mine, my thighs were forced further apart by the width of his body. His flippers hit my legs and I flinched them further apart, bending my knees. Instinctively, my legs encircled him and his body rose horizontal, lifting me with him, watering running off both of us. His body felt like wet leather and I grasped for something to hold onto. I found his side flippers and I lowered my front down onto him, my legs now dragging behind me on either side of him. I slipped on him, moving further back. As I secured my grip on his flippers, I felt him bump into me at the junction of my thighs, his penis, his pointed penis bumping, probing at me.

I felt his body rolling beneath me, his tail propelling us causing his lower body to flex up and down, causing his penis now firmly against my body to probe against me, hitting me everywhere around my pussy. I gasped as it continued to hit me all around my opening. I couldn’t take it anymore, I eased myself up, side to side, and back … ooooooo … yesssss … finally … it penetrated me, sinking into me. It might only be inches, but my body took over with him. I allowed my body to slide down his wet belly, fully engulfing his hard, curved cock. I gasped, then cried out as I sank completely back onto him.

He swam in a wide circle, his tail propelling us and at the same time humping his cock into my pussy. The act of swimming turned into an act of fucking. But, even in the haze of sensual bliss overtaking me, my mind worked on a problem … how long can he swim like this? Dolphins breath only through their blowhole on top of their heads. They cannot breathe through their mouths like other land mammals. As this thought worked its way into my consciousness, he rotated to his side. I took this immediately as a need to breath, but I wasn’t ready for everything to work itself through, for me to understand and adjust my hold on him and to remain on his cock.

I rolled off him as he rolled to breath. I sank, but quickly kicked back to the surface, frantically looking around. I felt what it was like and I was not ready for this experience to be ended.

His head was above water and he was watching me. I moved to him and touched his head. He propelled himself up, then sank straight down. He disappeared for a moment but shot out of the water not ten feet from me, fell to his side, and splashed me with a tremendous wave of water. I laughed and splashed the surface with my hands. He rose, again, this time with much more speed. He leapt into the air and dove cleanly back in with far less splash.

He came back to the surface in front of me, slowly moving his vertical body against mine. I put my hands on his flippers, my legs going around his body, and I pulled into him. He kicked with his tail sending us up and onto his back. I slid back onto his cock, sighing at recapturing the feeling. I quickly recaptured the sensual bliss. This time, too, when he needed to breath, sensing his rolling to the side, I grasped onto him tighter and went with him, holding tightly to him, my hands on his flippers, my legs around him, his cock buried deep inside me. He rolled from his back to his side and all the way to this front, me attached to him at five points: two hands, two legs, and pussy.

He swam for only a short time this way, getting his own breath, before turning again to his back. My orgasm was close, very close. The combination of thrusting cock and holding my breath became an enhancement of sexual pleasure. I wasn’t sure I would be able to have enough control and self-awareness if he needed to roll another time. I pressed back against him urgently and it was nearly enough for me, but apparently not for him. I felt him tense for another roll and I gripped him tighter, sucking in a full lung’s worth of air as he turned. In the process, I pushed down harder onto him and my orgasm rose to a peak, just at the edge of explosion.

He rolled back and powerfully flipped his tail up, which sent his cock deeper into me and I felt him spasm. That was more than what I needed to explode and I did. My pussy clamped around his peculiar cock and he spurted into my clenching pussy. I was weak from the effort. Weak from the effort of swimming, from holding on, from controlling my breath, and all the while being fucked by a dolphin. A fucking dolphin! I was weak and had little sense of my surroundings, certainly not aware of what might happen if I slipped off him as my body cruised through this orgasm and relaxed on the other side.

When I did slip off, I went underwater, but my butt hit the sand almost immediately. I turned to my knees and was in shallow water. My head was to the shore and I saw Wolf and Preta prancing excitedly in front of me. Wolf came for a reassuring pet, Preta bounced just inside the water line. I crawled onto shore and sat in the shallow water, both a****ls licking the water from my body. I looked out into the cove to see the dolphin half out of the water as it madly used its tail to rise further up. He fell into the water with a splash. I watched him swim through the inlet and disappear.

Jenna isn’t going to believe this …

* * * CHAPTER 6: SOLD will follow * * * Thanks for reading