Altered Fates Return to Kennet Cove
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The searing midday sun cast a golden gaze over proceedings, as Adam ambled down the sandy path. In the distance the horizon shimmered, wilting in the intense heat. An odd wispy cloud stretched out like a slight blemish on the pristine azure sky. He gazed out upon the majestic Mediterranean waters.
The cove covered less than two hundred metres, enclosed on either end by steep cliff-side. Pebbles of varying sizes covered most of the area, save for a small band of unspoiled sandy beach in the middle.
He had already begun crossing the pebbles when he saw her. The sight caused him to stop dead in his tracks. Instantly, he was aware of her nakedness. Her bewitching svelte form and graceful curves. Before he got further lost on the ridges of her tanned ass, she raised her head from its resting place on her forearms.
“I´m sorry,” he immediately blurted out. “I thought that this place was unoccupied.” He endeavoured to look away, feeling like a caricature of awkwardness as he got caught in her gaze. ”I didn´t expect to find-”
A knowing smile lit up her features.
She cocked her head to the left and swept her long blond tresses behind her ear. “Don´t apologise.”
There was a pregnant pause. Adam stood perfectly still.
“It´s okay,” the blonde teased. “I don´t bite.”
Adam took a deep breath and walked towards her. He tried, unsuccessfully, not to glance at her naked body adorning the garishly colourful beach towel. A quick check at her grin revealed that she had seen him. He sheepishly returned her grin.
In his head, he attempted to gauge what conventional wisdom would deem as the necessary distance to put between himself and the blonde sun-bather, so as to avoid encroaching on her personal space. At least a yard, he decided, taking into account the rather pertinent fact that she was completely disrobed. In this instance, he felt obliged to err on the side of caution.
“Does the nude female form bother you?”
Adam stopped and looked back. The blonde was lying on her side, head propped up by her right arm. Her left arm draped seductively across her flat stomach, her fingers lightly touching the area between her navel and her freshly waxed crotch. She provocatively jutted out her chest, pushing her firm breasts to the fore.
Maintaining his composure as best he could, Adam turned to fully face her and replied evenly. “Quite the contrary, the female body is the single most exquisitely beautiful example of Nature´s work.”
“Good answer,” she said, appearing slightly taken back by his response. Her lips slowly formed a smile.
”Set yourself down, then.”
Adam slipped the strap of his knapsack off his shoulder, allowing it to drop on the sand with a gentle thud. The blonde eyed him carefully as he undid the buttons on his white cotton short-sleeved shirt. In the background, he could clearly hear the sound of the water lapping against the shore.
The blonde watched his shirt fall in a crumpled heap near the knapsack, before returning her gaze upwards. She waited expectantly. Her lips parted as his hands reached for his belt buckle. He pulled the leather back releasing the silver pin from the tight hole. Whilst undoing the loosened belt, he glanced down upon her perky breasts.
The image of her pink fleshy nipples caused a chemical reaction in his brain. His cock became engorged against his will. Her eyes widened. The protrusion in the crotch of his light cotton shorts was unmistakable.
Adam opened the top button and gingerly unzipped himself. His stiff cock sprang out like a diver coming up for air. A short breeze was created by his shorts sailing to his ankles. Stepping out of his pants, he was alive to the fact that she was assessing his erection. What little blood remained in his system rushed to his head and unable to think of any other words to fill the void, he asked weakly, “So, what do you think?”
The blonde pursed her lips before speaking.
”It´s adequate, I suppose.” With that, she dropped her sun-shades from her forehead and fixed them over her eyes, before rolling over onto her back.
Adam felt his cheeks flush. He wasted no time in sitting down. The blow to his ego was not as painful as the hot sand against his bare skin. A quick rummage through his knapsack brought out a beach towel. He spread it out and knelt down on all fours to fix the corners.
“Nice ass!”
He turned back to see the blonde had returned to lying on her side. She was looking at him and smiling. He mumbled a thanks.
“I´m Didi, by the way.” She smiled. “I´m staying at the villa next to the British couple.”
“Adam.” He flashed her a smile. “I´m staying with Damon and Anna.”
“How nice for her.”
Adam raised a quizzical eyebrow.
Didi merely smiled, before rolling back on the towel. Adam lay down. Within moments he felt the sun´s blazing touch on his exposed flesh. Sweat beads began to gather atop every pore. He inhaled deeply. The heat was overwhelming. All-powerful. His eyelids closed. They soon re-opened when Didi spoke.
“Heaven, isn´t it?” Her words floated over to him.
“It is as close to my vision of paradise as I am ever going to get,” he replied thoughtfully, ”though if I had one complaint, it would be that somebody could turn the thermostat down a couple of notches.”
“Nonsense,” Didi forcibly replied, raising herself up on her elbows. “This heat is wonderful. It´s so,” she paused and looked to the sky and continued in a dreamy manner, “sensual.”
Adam turned his head to see her, admiring the side of her upturned breast. The arch of her back. Taut athletic thighs. The slim tan-line tattooed on her hip. The tantalizing triangle of white flesh on her firm bare breast.
Didi smiled. “See much you like?”
Adam cleared his throat. “Honestly, quite a bit.”
“Merci.” Didi giggled and looked away.
Her ability to accept a compliment gracefully, coupled with her genuine gratitude were traits he admired in a person. Surprisingly, he found her blunt honesty a turn-on. It spoke to an inner-confidence. Further exemplified by her brazen nakedness, which could only have been borne from a supreme self-belief. This was a woman who fully understood her sexuality and was comfortable in her own skin.
“The hot sun on your bare skin—how arousing it this,” Didi purred.
Even through the shades, he fancied he could see her eyes boring into him. Self-consciousness had ceased to be an issue since denuding. “I think looking at your sublime body is playing no small role in that, also.”
Didi threw her head back and laughed loudly. “You´re all right, Adam,” she said turning to face him, her blonde tresses swishing across her forehead before resting on her slender shoulders. She looked him up and down and said, “I see why Anna likes you. You´ve got that lean hungry look about you. Yet, there´s a softness that is almost feminine. Some women like that-”
“But not you.”
She smiled enigmatically. “What makes you say that?”
“A hunch.” He shrugged.
She rolled onto her side. “Oh, so you can tell what my type is. That´s a bit presumptuous of you. We´ve only just met.”
“I did say it was only a hunch.”
“Okay, I´ll humour you; tell me what you think my ideal man might be.”
He furrowed his brow to appear pensive. “I would imagine you go for the rugged type.” He shifted onto his side to look at her. “Muscular, but natural muscle as opposed to a narcissistic gym-built body. Someone like Daniel Craig.”
“Oh, a little gym-work never hurt anybody,” she teased. “But, I take your point. And Daniel Craig is not a bad choice.” He noticed her fingers tracing mini-circles around the outer edge of her navel. She stopped abruptly, raising her hand to slowly bring her designer eye-wear down the bridge of her nose.
When her eyes were visible to him she asked seductively, “You work out much?” She paused, running her hand through her long locks. “You look quite toned. Not much in the way of muscle. But toned.” A wide grin enveloped her features. “I like men who keep their bodies in optimum condition.” Adam shifted his head slightly. Didi picked up on it. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“No.”
Her grin grew. “I do like a muscular man, though.” Her smile passed and her lips parted and a hint of red tongue appeared between her ivory teeth. “I like a guy with big arms and a great big...” She squeezed her thighs shut. A slight reveal. For the first time in their conversation, he saw her blush. As though she had offered him up a piece of her and was now questioning the validity of her actions.
There was a brief silence.
“So who would be your ideal woman?” Didi asked as she fixed her sunshades over her eyes.
“Audrey Hepburn,” he replied without hesitation.
“Oh. I thought gentlemen prefer blonds.”
He smiled. “Some do. But Hepburn—there is something about a slim attractive woman who looks great in a pencil skirt.”
“You like that, do you?” The shades came down again and the smile returned. She stared deep into his eyes. “Do tell.”
He could see he had her undivided attention. A mischievous grin lit up his face. “I´m a sucker for a woman in heels and office attire. A sexy secretary type, if you will. In a black pinstriped pencil-skirt with a white blouse, unbuttoned at the top so as to be suggestive but not too revealing. He should have to use his imagination.” He paused. His honesty caught him by surprise. Her gaze never faltered.
“And the skirt. Should it be short?” Didi asked in a dulcet tone.
Adam took a moment to answer. Looking directly at her he said, “Not too short. Got to leave room for imagination. You know the brain is the biggest erogenous zone. It´s always fun to imagine what treasures lie beneath. To dream of being the lucky one who earns the right to handle them.”
“To handle?”
“To handle. To fondle. To caress. To rub. To kiss. To lick. To taste her divine femininity on your tongue. To give her the pleasure she deserves.” He stopped and breathed in, sharply.
Didi pushed her glasses back up to the bridge of her nose. It was impossible to tell if she was looking at him or staring at the sun. He felt a bit foolish. Not for the first time he had gotten carried away by the moment. Usually, he was reticent with regards to speaking his mind, preferring to choose his words with care. So intoxicated by her beauty had he become that he neglected his primary rule of thinking before verbalising thoughts that are better kept to oneself.
Didi abruptly sat up straight, taking off her shades and laying them down near her beach-bag. She stood up and lifted her arms to the sky. Standing on her toes, her hands meeting above her head, she emitted a mild groan as her muscles stretched out.
Adam could not help but allow his eyes to dine on the feast of flesh before him. His eyes wandered over her supple thighs to the exposed tip of her pink slit. He was powerless to prevent his mouth forming a gaping hole.
He looked away and out to the sobering sea, hoping that watching the uncomplicated loll of her waters might steady his feverish mind. He dared not steal not one glance to his side at her naked beauty, contenting himself with watching the foaming seahorses rise and fall.
Didi sighed. “I think I´ll head back.”
Adam adjusted himself on the towel and arched his neck around. She stood behind him with the beach-bag over her shoulder. It was almost a relief to find her wearing a blue flannel shirt. She had buttoned it to the midway point. A sliver of tender skin remained visible. In precisely the manner, he had told her earlier, that he liked.
“Sure you won´t stay a while longer, we were just starting to get to know one another.”
She brought her index finger to the corner of her mouth. Her long crimson varnished nail moved into the split in her lips. It was as though she were in a deep reverie. “I-”
She tilted her head to the side.
“Maybe you were right, Adam,” she said quietly. “Too much of this heat might not be such a good thing. It could send you a bit crazy-” Her voice trailed off. She looked down at him. “No. I think it´s time I was getting back.”
She smiled wistfully. “It was certainly nice talking to you.”
“You too, Didi.” He toyed with the idea of getting up to kiss her goodbye but decided not to in light of the fact that she had put on clothes and he was still nude.
She looked at him for a few seconds, before taking her leave.
Adam gazed longingly at the backs of her golden brown legs as she sashayed away, her wiggle purposeful as she moved across the sand with the grace of a classic Hollywood siren of the silver screen. He cursed his procrastinating ways. With each subsequent gyration of her thighs and ass, his arousal grew stronger.
A haze of lust enveloped his mind. He wanted her more than anything else in this moment. He craved her. Wanted the privilege of making her moan. Desired to be inside her. To feel her wet kiss. Hunger for her sparked his body into motion. Sheer need for her propelled his legs to go faster.
In a matter of seconds, he was within touching distance of her. If she heard his approach she did not acknowledge it. He reached out and grabbed her trailing right arm and pulled it back. Her face registered mild shock as she spun back into his grasp. He clutched her tightly by her small waist. Locking eyes with her, he moved in and kissed her deeply.
“Adam, what-”
He kissed her hard on the mouth. He felt her arms against his chest meekly attempting to push him away. He paused when he espied the rampant lust evident in his eyes in the reflection on her mirrored shades. His hold on her waist slackened.
"My, Adam," she said breathlessly as she brought her hand up to her cheek, "Where has this come from?" She took a small backwards step, placing her shades onto her head.
Her rumpled half-open shirt hung to one side leaving a generous portion of her ripe breast exposed.
He moved closer.
“Do you really think we should be doing this,” she said, voice barely rising above a whisper.
Her face showed signs of doubt. But her eyes betrayed an eagerness for him to continue, a silent prayer that he would take her. He moved in. She tried to step back but found herself pinned against the rusty handrail that ran along the granite steps, that led to the garden of her villa.
“I want you so bad,” he grunted, grabbing her left breast and liberating it from the confines of the fabric. He squeezed her growing nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She responded with a mild moan. He cupped his free hand around the nape of her neck. Instinctively she cocked her head to the side. He relinquished his hold on her breast, letting his hand slide under the buttoned part of the shirt, his eager fingers sliding over the smooth surface of her shaven groin.
“This is so wrong,” she whispered breathlessly, squeezing her eyes shut as he stroked her burgeoning clit.
Adam slid his hand under her crotch, feeling her moist passion on his fingertips. Simultaneously his left hand held her neck, his thumb stroking her sensitive nape. She exuded a sharp breath as his lips met her collarbone, whimpering as the movements of his hand brought forth the moisture of her sex.
“Fuck me,” she said in a strained voice that bordered on being a plea.
He removed his hand from between her trembling thighs and brought his fingers, fresh with her moist passion to her parted lips. Her tongue darted out to greet them. To suckle on her own juices, her spittle trailing down his fingers.
Retaining any sense of self-control was proving difficult. With a flagrant disregard for the fabric of her shirt, he tore it fully open. Didi wrapped both legs around his waist like a pincer. Adam grabbed her firm ass and elevated her further. Her arms entwined behind his head, clinging to him as though he were a buoy in a stormy sea.
The cries of the gulls went unheard, amid the sounds of their lust.
The crown of his cock poked against the swollen lips of her dripping pussy, teasing them open, as she bit his ear. She lowered her body down, impaling herself on his rigid spear, groaning with pleasure as his tool drilled deep inside her.
Insatiable lips clashed with a raw intensity. Bodies collided in a seismic bliss like waves crashing against the shore. Two beings united in their quest for that moment of immeasurable pleasure.
He grunted as he thrust his cock deeper inside her, revelling in her noises of passion as they reverberated in his ears, inciting him further, inspiring him to drive harder. Her nails dug into his flesh, etching her desire on his back as her grip on him tightened and her moans grew into cries.
Her small firm breasts pressed into his chest. Sweaty skin stuck together. Strengthening their bond. Fusing their spirit. Galvanising their lust. Increasing their need for the ultimate satisfaction.
For a fleeting moment, their wild eyes met and were granted a window into the other's soul. The spell was broken by her throwing her head back with abandon. Her single shriek of pure delight was sufficient to take him to the brink of the abyss.
The wet walls of her pussy contracted like a boa constrictor around his bulging cock, coaxing him to share in her ecstasy. One final exquisite thrust heralded his eruption, causing his hot seed to flood inside her. He squeezed her ass cheeks as his legs wobbled. They clung to each other for support as the power drained from their twitching bodies, with only a handrail allowing them to remain standing.
Adam gently brushed her matted blonde locks from her face to kiss her softly on the lips. They slowly uncoupled, as their breathing patterns regained a stable flow. He stood back and gazed lovingly at her fabulous form, played out from their symphony of bliss.
Didi shuddered as the last current of pleasure departed her body. Reality bit and she suddenly realised where she was. Bending down unsteadily, she retrieved her crumpled shirt from the granite steps. Without a word she hastily donned the item. Her shaky fingers fumbled with the buttons that had survived the earlier accosting.
Adam leaned back against the rail, his life-force spent. He wanted to say something profound. Or, anything really. But his vocabulary deserted him, striking him dumb. She smiled weakly at him, unable to hide her embarrassment as she slung the beach-bag across her shoulder. With her fair cheeks a deep rouge, she turned away and began her ascent of the steps.
As her wonderful figure disappeared into the garden, Adam recovered his composure. He sprinted naked across the stones to where his clothes and towel lay upon the scorching sand. He quickly put his shorts on, before sprawling out on the towel. Under the afternoon sun´s unrelenting blast, his heavy eyelids fought a futile battle against shutting. The image of her playing in his mind was the last thing he remembered before he dropped into a relaxed sweet state of sleep.
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