At the Harbor
by Oliver
WARNING!! For ADULTS ONLY!!
These stories contain material of an adult, explicit sexual nature.
If you are uncomfortable reading material of this kind, then DO NOT READ IT.
They had found each other at a time when they were both lonely and in need of a friend. He was at the end of a bad marriage, and she was getting over a long affair that hadn't worked out. They started as friends, but over the weeks and months they grew closer until finally neither could bear the thought of being without the other. It was as if they were always meant to be together but both had to travel long roads before they could finally meet.
They lived in a small bungalow apartment next to a marina on the river. From the bedroom you could see the masts of sailboats moored in their slips swaying to the gentle rythym of the river. It was an early Spring evening. A few gulls were lazily circling at the end of the piers where fishermen were gathering their gear together to head home. The raucous cries of the gulls and the clanking of sail halyards against aluminum masts were the only sounds in the gathering dusk.
It was getting late, and she was beginning to worry. He had been working too hard lately. They wanted to take a real vacation together for the first time, but he had to work overtime to be able to afford it. She had told him that a week at home together, preferably in bed, was all the vacation she wanted, but he wanted to give her a week in the islands that they could remember for a long time.
When she heard his key in the lock, she left the kitchen and hurried to the door to meet him. She could see from the set of his shoulders that he was tired, but the way his eyes came alive when he saw her made her smile.
She led him by the hand to the couch and took his jacket off for him. Then she went back into the kitchen to fetch a beer. She opened the oven to check on the chicken breasts and squash that she was keeping warm for dinner, then she smiled to herself and turned the oven off. Dinner would have to wait tonight.
She handed him the beer then slipped behind him on the couch and sat with her legs around him. She began massaging the muscles in his neck and shoulders and was rewarded with a rattling groan of satisfaction. She could feel the tension flowing out of his muscles as her fingers kneaded and rubbed.
She pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside then began running her hands up and down the middle of his back. "Lie down," she said.
He lay on his stomach and she sat on the back of his thighs. She rubbed the smooth warm skin of his back with the scented oil and felt the firmness of his muscles under her fingertips. He was sighing with satisfaction and contentment at her touch. She smiled at the thought that she could make him feel so good with only her fingertips.
He rolled over onto his back, but she stayed on top of him. He looked into her eyes and cradled her face in his hands. "I love you," he said. She pulled one of his hands aside and nibbled his palm at the base of his thumb. "I love you too," she said.
He lifted her from the couch and carried her to the bedroom. She put her arms around his neck and kissed his throat, feeling as light as a feather in his arms. He pushed the door open with his foot and went inside without turning on the light.
The bedroom windows were open to the cool night air. The moon was full and it bathed the room in the soft, creamy light that gives dreams a feeling of reality and reality the fuzziness of a dream. He lowered her carefully onto the bed and lay beside her. He raised himself on one elbow and looked down into her face. Gently he brushed her bangs from her eyes and ran the back of his hand over her cheek marveling at how soft and warm she was.
She opened her eyes and looked into his and smiled, then pulled his mouth to hers. They kissed gently but deeply, tasting each other, sharing the moist warmth of their breath. She put both hands behind his head and buried her fingers in his hair. He put a hand over her breast and felt the pounding of her heart, and at his touch she moaned. It was a long, shuddering moan that welled up from deep in her soul and into his mouth.
They undressed each other quickly. They pulled at each other's clothes as if they were on fire, tearing and ripping without noticing or caring until they were both naked, her flesh burning against his. They rolled over and over in a tangle of arms and legs, each groping and feeling the other, trying to touch everywhere at once. He held her face in both hands and kissed her mouth, her eyes, her neck. He reached between her legs and felt her slippery wetness. She closed her fingers around his hardness and ran them from the soft tip down to the bushy base and back again. Then she squeezed and made him gasp.
She pushed him onto his back and squatted over his hips. She put him inside of her and slowly lowered herself onto him. Her head flung back and a long sigh fluttered past her parted lips as if she were giving up her last breath.
He could see the open windows behind her, and the sheer curtains fluttered in the breeze framing her naked shoulders like the gossamer wings of an angel. He ran his hands over her thighs, up her belly and over her breasts until he held her face in his hands. She kissed his fingers, sucking wetly on them one after the other.
She began to move her hips in tiny circles, but he placed one finger over her lips and said, "No. Don't move. Not yet."
She looked into his eyes, and even in the dim moonlight he could see the sparkle in them as she smiled. She settled herself onto him, taking him as deeply as he would go, then remained still as they both froze the moment forever in time.
When neither of them could wait any longer, he pulled her down onto his chest and covered her mouth with his. She pumped and rocked back and forth, feeling him grow even larger inside of her. He rolled her onto her back and pulled out of her. They were both breathing in short, rasping gasps, and when he pulled out she whispered hoarsely, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he gasped, "Everything's wonderful. I just don't want it to end yet."
She understood. She wanted to keep floating in the warm wetness they had made together as much as he did.
He kissed her gently on the lips, then moved his mouth to her breasts. She brushed her cheek against his beard as he took her nipple into his mouth, then wetly kissed his neck. His body was between her thighs, and she hooked her legs behind his back and pulled him tightly against her. Even though the night was cool, they were both covered in a sheen of sweat that lubricated their bodies sliding against each other. For long minutes they kissed and touched and explored each other. Her body was his, and his was hers. There was nothing either could do that didn't make the other feel wonderful. No part of their bodies went untouched, unfelt, uncaressed, untasted. They were alone in thenight, afloat on a moonlit sea, the last two people in the world.
They were both trembling, their breathing ragged. She pulled his mouth from hers and said, "I want you inside of me. I want you now."
When he finally entered her again, she almost bellowed like an animal. Her nails dug into the small of his back as she pulled him deeply inside of her. Her hips rocked to meet his quickening strokes, and she felt him swelling and growing hotter inside of her. She could feel the rippling heat in her belly that meant she was close, and when his first hot gush exploded inside of her, she came in spasms that rocked them both.
Afterwards, they lay joined together for a long time. Their bodies were melded into one being that had a life of its own, one heart, one soul. They gently kissed and caressed each other, neither wanting to let go of the moment. They both understood that once it was gone it would be a moment lost in time like tears lost in the rain. Finally, he rolled off of her and cradled her head in one arm. She rested her head on his chest and held him tightly and listened to the rush of blood through his heart as they both drifted into exhausted sleep.
Later that night, he awoke to an indescribably wonderful feeling of warmth and wetness. His head shot up and he saw her face lifting to look at him from his groin. Her laughter at the expression on his face was like crystal chimes tinkling in the night wind. She flung herself on top of him like a cat and smothered his own laughter with her mouth, and they began again.
