Archive-name: waters-edge From: susieccrn@aol.com (Susie CCRN) Subject: By the Water's Edge Keywords: mf X-Moderator-Review: 6: air of detachment, but deeply involved details By The Water's Edge Sheerest moonlight glows softly down upon the water's edge. Slivers of silver sparkle, tiny dancers of phosphorescence shimmering silently atop lapping waves of icy clear liquid. In the wake of the tide, I see you, quite ahead of me, balancing your lanky body on rocks below the water's edge. From this point, you are merely a shadow, a gray ghost in the mist of the evaporating lake: eerie man-spirit, unencumbered by cloth, unhindered by modesty. My eyes focus more sharply, strain to view what distance prevents. So I walk closer, stealthily so, hoping to get more of a glimpse of you before I am seen. The air is rather still. Crickets sing in harmony, beating their wings in their own primal cacophony of pheromic bliss. They urge me closer with each chirp... seem to guide me towards you, or perhaps it is not the crickets that steer me! Somehow, I sense you feel me coming nearer. I think you should turn around, to see if anyone else is there besides yourself, and you do not. Your lack of curiosity tells me: "You know I am here, oh, God, you know, and pretend not to know." Take the lead. Take the lead. "You are letting me make the moves. You know if you turn, I will turn away, and go back inside. You know if you look away, and do not turn, I will come for you." I am coming for you! The damp moss beneath my feet softens the sounds of my steps. Naked as you, I pace my way down the oblique slope toward the shore. Puddles of wet mud ooze between my toes in places, tiny squirts of water erupt between them with each step I take. The squishing noises ... hush! Hush! The wet squishing noises betray me! Still, knowing you are aware of my presence, I come for you. At the break of the earth, where the sand meets the moss, I see you more clearly. Tall, oh so tall you are! Massive shoulders, muscled by years of use, seem to radiate in the moonlit night. To lean on them, to reach up to them, to be with you! I see the power of your arms, every detail, as you take a small rock, and toss it, like a little boy, skipping it across the water: one, two, three, four hops across the lake. My heart skips also! There is no turning back now. My feet reach the water, and it is cool. Yet, tiny rivulets of perspiration trickle down my forehead, and a dampness too familiar settles between my legs. The water splashes just a bit, though I am being careful not to make a sound. I know you can hear me! But still, unbelievably, you wait, and don't look back. Like a granite statue you wait for me, as if, should you move, the moment will be lost. Like a graceful doe at water's edge, I come to you. A doe that does not know the danger or harm in being seen so out in the open. No words are uttered. No sounds can I hear, but the echo of my heart beating, anticipating, wondering, thumping too loudly. Can you hear it too? Does it matter if you know the sounds of my yearning heart? Your calves feel the ripple of the water as I approach, soft kisses of cool wetness meet hard legs. And yet, again, you do not move. The choice is mine. Take the lead. Take it! I stand behind you, cloaking my body in the shadow yours makes on the lake. It is even cooler here near the water, beneath your gray reflection. And I know I need to feel your warmth. I need to feel the heat, to make the heat, to have the heat! One step, two, three, I am here with you! The choice is mine, to proceed, to begin, to engross myself in the pleasures that await me, that I can not resist, or to turn around, go back, and leave myself unsatisfied, unknowing you, releasing you. I cannot release you! It IS the point of no return. My arms reach up around your neck, from behind, my welcoming embrace. You can feel the unyielding tips of my breasts pressed against your back, and the softness of my bosom settles comfortably at the base of your shoulder blades. Each line of your body meets each curve of mine, skin to skin, pore to pore. Curly pubic hairs tickle the back of your buttocks, and like a beacon, you rise and harden, wanting me as much as I want you. Running my hands across your chest, my fingers thread themselves through a matte of exquisitely curled coarse hairs. My cheek rests against your back for a moment, and I pull you closely to me, enveloping myself around you like a well worn shirt, soft and familiar and comfortable. Under the night sky, we two lovers are seen by none but the creatures of the night, and we are they: Animals under the skin, in the disguise of mankind, performing the instinctual dance of the sexes. No longer wanting to wait, you (finally!) face me and our eyes meet. I see the longing in your eyes and you see the desire in mine. Our lips connect, at first in unhurried exploration. Rolling tongues dance and swirl and titillate. But, driven by the moment, quickening passions burn inside us. You bring both hands to the back of my neck, and bring my mouth deeper inside yours, clenching the hairs at the nape of my neck while you do, rendering me powerless to feel anything but the force of your kiss, rendering me powerless to do anything but surrender to you. I can feel your cock pressing up against my lower belly, teasing me with its hardness, and your lust fires mine. Still locked in embrace, you slide your penis between my legs, and you encounter a slippery pool of wet hunger, swollen lips moistened by prespent passion. Your arms wrap around my waist, your penis is buried between my legs, and I arch my back, dropping my head slightly, down towards the water. Your mouth meets my neck, biting, sucking, hungry to taste every part of me. By the water's edge there is a jetty, built by some fishermen long years ago. The rocks are water-worn, soft, and covered by a fine layer of waxy algae. You take my hand, wordless, and bring me to that Neptune's bed of smooth stone. With one quick motion you lift me up upon a flat rock, my legs dangle off the side into the water. Waves of warm water, created by our movements, lap up on my thighs. Under the gleam of starlight, you can see all of me now, bathed in the blue gray glow of the night illuminate. Fine rounded breasts topped by pointed nipples undulate gently with each of my breaths. You see my smooth skin, wetted by the water of the lake, contrasted by the hardness of the rocks, and marvel at its free-form beauty. You part my legs to see more, and I yield to your eyes, your hands, your mouth. Bowing your head between my legs you take your first taste, and relish in the musky warmth and dampness of my pussy. With the first touch of your mouth I quiver in anticipation, and release a quiet groan of pleasure. All the muscles of my body tremble, but it is not the cold that quakes me, rather the anticipation of the skill of your tongue. My lower lips reach up to meet yours and you pull my hips closer to your face, dipping your mouth deep into the well fires of my unhindered passion. I want you to bury your tongue in me, and, oh god! you do! Like a tiny phallus it teases my opening, plunging and retreating, then sliding up and down the entire length of my female lips, till the waters of the lake are but a puddle, and the waters of my body drown you with its excesses. Your hands travel upwards towards my chest and find my breasts waiting for you. While your mouth works its magic on my pussy, your hands masterfully bring my nipples to their utmost peaks of elongation and hardness. Writhing and moaning on the rocks, you sense I am near the edge, where desire meets fruition. Your mouth moves to the place where my legs meet my groin, that part from where the nerves to my pussy emanate, and you suck hard. I feel your teeth against my skin, biting and sucking me, not letting me feel more of your mouth on my pussy, but close enough to keep the flames burning. I will die from the passion's completion you won't let me have now! Not yet... Your cock is hard, an unyielding pole of primal man-power. No longer can you think, it urges you to act, for passion, desire, and covetous longing are infectious. The ache in my groin equals the craving of yours to bring our bodies together in the final act of love. Sliding me down on the rocks, you impale yourself on me in one move, deep within the recesses of my womanhood. Your cock fills my pussy, stretching it with its girth, and your pubic bone lands hard on my clit. That one thrust, that one deep plunge, is all it takes, and I scream with the force of my orgasm, an explosive release of cascading swells of throbbing, rhythmic contractions around your cock. You can barely hold back, but you do, to savor the sensation of my pussy surrounding your penis with its sucking wavelike contractions. My legs are wrapped around you, my arms hold you closely around your neck, and my breasts press against your chest. Suspended we are, at the water's edge, locked in carnal unity, floating in the womb of the sea. Once spent, you sense my need for more, and willingly offer me the same. Your penis has never diminished in its rocklike hardness, more, it has settled in its home, filling me completely, tunneling far into the deepest reaches of my being. You begin your journey into me with slow thrusts, sliding your cock over my clit each time, bouncing my body in the water as you do, thrilling us both with the weightlessness the water has provided. Your balls ache for speed and sensation, and you increase the pace of the plunge, moving me closer as you do to the side of the jetty. I can feel the cold rocks now at my back, and I lean against them, allowing you to enter me more completely. Your balls cling closely to your cock, almost as hard and tight as the shaft itself. My hips meet yours over and over, the two of us grunting and panting in animalistic abandon, careless of the world around us, concerned only with the sensation created when your cock meets my pussy. And, suddenly the pace, fast and furious, causes us both to climax. Each ejaculating pulse of your cock bounces off a trigger point in me, causing an equally strong contraction in my vagina. Another convulse of muscle in you is met by a squeeze of my pussy. Again, a spurt of cum with a throb of your cock brings another tide of tightening inside of me. Over and over, this goes on for what seems like forever. 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