Sprint
Tide
A story
of love |
He had looked
toward the marsh seeing it full like a big lake. The
moon caused it he knew, the water springing upward, hence the name
spring tide. He sat there alone on the dock as he had done many
times contemplating, if not grateful of where he was. He wondered
what the dog thought of as she too gazed outward toward the setting
sun.
He had heard he was dying. He had thought of her only occasionally
but he did not relish the thoughts and finality she would face - at
least perhaps they would have goodbyes. At some point he would call
her perhaps to just say " I know ".
It was awkward if not a chore. What the hell do you say ? Maybe
just let her spill her guts and listen as a friend. He thought of
anger and hurt, how death equalizes us. Damn he thought, even for
her I wish he hadn't died.
He decided on an email. Just be kind and give her something to hang
on to he thought. He did, saying something about joy when it comes
again. For him joy was a gift, for her he didn't think he sold it
very well, or left her with a thread to hang on to. It was awhile
before he heard from her again. He decided he would call and see
how she was. Damn she is withdrawing he thought, sleeping and not
even dressing - then flopping back in bed.
Her sisters came and that was good.. she rallyed some with them.
She had joined a support group and read of where she might be in
grief. Damn the things we do. He kept writing, sending anything
and listening. Jesus, 5 months now and we feel like friends.
Occasionaly and old pull would slip in. Flashbacks of youth and
first love. He felt guilty when his groin pulled feeling his cock
stir at memories. He about told her as much and that he felt funny
her being a widow and all. Evidently the pulls were mutual at times
as the friendship grew.
He had sent writings and poems - all kinds, looking forward and
back. He smiled when he struck a chord in the woman.. she would
live. They finally decided on a meeting date -he would come there.
They had about covered everything - even the guest room door and it's
lock. As friends they would meet, we would see Friendship is a good
thing he thought. From the time she opened the door he felt it.
As promised they hugged - a big hug and he kissed
her lightly. His traveling companion thought finally wagging her
tail. Where did the time go - thet gabbed and gabbed it seemed
catching up and sharing feelings. He was getting tired - the drive
was a long one but he wasn't really sleepy.
'Do you want to sleep alone " he heard himself say. " No"
was all
she said. Gentle he thought, just hold her and be gentle as he
readied himeslf in the hall bath. She too had adjourned to hers.
Friendship and re-surfacing love filled his mind, yet he was aware
-
he was ok. Even the doggies seemed ok.
She was beautiful he thought, much older but beautiful. They drew
closer and he held her, Kissing her lightly. Was it longing
lonelines or want he didn't know but soon their lips met. There was
no space, no time, no losses - only her tongue and his reaching.
It was as if the fire in all their sharing was in a kiss.
Her whimpered cries entered his mouth and he caught them along
with her heat. It was consuming - hot !
His hands followed the contours of her body, her gasping breath
still coming. The next thing he knew his fingers had found her
pussy, wet and warm. With their mouths still fucking he fingered
her as her pelvis bucked and tightened. She came, screaming into
his mouth. She had been lonely, scarred and alone too long - soon
he found out how alone.
He lowered and slid her panties off, nearly gasping at her wet and
ready pussy. He to was in flames. He kissed her breasts and her
tummy, letting his hands move down her body. He slowly licked her
inner thighs, then caught her scent. His tongue followed it.
He began licking, tasting and loving her, then he saw her clit,
hard, red and bulbous. As if his tongue were it's lover he
reached, drawing it in. His finger slid within her wet, and
screaming she came again, even harder. He ate her and drank from
her as she came. He remembered hearing "ohhhh my Godddd"
as she
came again.
He arose being led now by his cock. As he entered her legs gripped
him tightly. He pushed them apart so he could thrust and move. Her
eyes were transfixed on his in wonder as she began cumming. It was
as if she sucked him dry as he exploded deep with in her.
Soon he was beside her. He held her. Friendship, then love, even
lust. He loved his new friend and it was good.. very good.
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