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Between the Devil and the Deep, Part 1

Part 1:  Sirina

 

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

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He spent the afternoon on the beach walking in the surf and trying to clear his mind. Layoffs were imminent and he couldn’t afford to get the axe now. Jake was a benevolent man and caring for his family came to him as naturally as breathing. Still, he was just a man with just a little bit of ‘the devil may care’ in him.

He turned to walk the half mile back to his car when something made him stop and look back. Jake stared into the distance trying to discern what it was.

A sound? No, more like something haunting me that’s trying to breach the surface.

He started back toward the car when it happened again. Jake looked to the heavens, saying aloud, “You’re messing with me, right? This is punishment for taking more than one wife?”

Jake regrouped long enough to wonder how he would appear to anyone that might be watching; standing here alone, imploring the gods, tossing his arms up and speaking to no one there. He shook his head laughing at himself thinking, It’s stress. It’s always stress. That’s what drives rational men mad.

Again the feeling interrupted his thoughts. It was something akin to a gentle tugging at his heart, which made him turn fully to look over his shoulder. Then he saw her.

No shit! No way!

Jake stood transfixed, mesmerized at the sight of her and unable to think. He forced his focused enough to believe he wasn’t imagining her, but didn’t dare move suddenly for fear of frightening her away.

Sirena propped herself on the shore drying her gossamer locks in the evening sunset. Her fiery hair tumbled carelessly down her back as she breathed in the salt-sea air, the vast ocean, and the long expanse of deserted beach. She loved everything about her life; carefree days, full moon nights, warm sunset evenings and wide open spaces; everything that was her freedom.

Only half believing his eyes, Jake made his way down the beach, approaching her with caution, while trying to make sense of the scene before him. The beach had been deserted all evening, not another soul around yet, suddenly, there was a half-naked beauty stretching lazily in the spot where he’d stood fifteen minutes ago.

But it’s more than that, He thought. It’s as if she radiates all the goodness in the world; like she’s emanating the purity of, love.

Jake would have sworn he’d been sluicing through a desert and she was a mirage.  He was close enough to touch her shoulder but she showed no modesty, nothing that spoke of shame or covering herself in his presence. She sat at water’s edge, playfully dangling her legs in the waves as he stood stock-still searching for an opening line.

“Good evening.”

He raked his hand through tousled hair wondering if she had actually spoken.

Did I imagine it? She’s not real. I’m not real. None of this is real! Jake scolded himself; I’m probably in the car having some freaky, stressed-out, highway hypnosis or something.

“Isn’t it customarily polite to speak when spoken to?”

Her back was still to him but this time Jake was sure.

“I’m sorry, miss, I didn’t… ah, hello,” He offered, moving to sit beside her, “I’m,”

Sirena turned eyes to him and he tripped over his tongue, “Stunned,” He finished.

“You’re stunned? That’s your name,” She teased.

“Jake,” He corrected, offering his hand, “I’m sorry, I guess I am a little…” Jake stopped, still unable to tear his eyes from hers, “How, What, Where the devil did you come from,” He asked, still disbelieving his own eyes.

“I’m Sirena. Good to meet you too.”

Did she say that? I’m starting right at her and I don’t know if her lips moved.

“The pleasure is all mine,” He returned, “How did I not see you sooner,” He asked, “I’ve been here all evening.”

“I’m sure you have many burdens and I was pretty far out,” She answered, watching him scan the sea for a boat or diving gear.

“Where are you from Sirena?”

“Oh, you know,” she evaded, “I’m a child of the world.”

“I guess you’ve traveled a lot,” He asked, attempting small talk.

“You could say that,” She replied with a nonchalant shrug as she sensed the change of tide even before she felt it.

Jake knew he was already head over heart in love with her but knew, as well, that all of this was just too surreal.

“It’s getting late,” Sirena whispered, not quite realizing why that fact made her feel melancholy, “I have to go soon.”

“No wait,” He plead urgently, “Can I see you again?”

Sirena couldn’t fathom why she was drawn to Jake, or to anything that could jeopardize the life she had now.

The turn of the tide is a warning. The pull of the moon is trying to lure me out of this, this… this!

“Sirena, please. I must see you again,” He pressed.

“Do you believe in mermaids, Jake,” She probed.

“What?”

“Do you,” She demanded point blank.

“Okay, yes. Sure. Can I see you tomorrow?”

Sirena slipped into the water saying, “Meet me tomorrow at sunset.”

“Okay,” He smiled, tentatively relieved, “I’ll be here. Wait! Why did you ask about mermaids?”

She smiled up at him and stated matter-of-factly, “Because I’m about to test your meddle.”

With that she ducked below the surface and the last thing Jake saw was a fishtail that slapped the ocean powering her departure.

 

 

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Iowa Assignment

Iowa Assignment

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Mia stood resolutely in her boss’ office, with white-knuckled hands gripping the edge of his desk. 

 
 
 
“You’re sending me to Iowa? Iowa? For God’s sake, Hal! I said I needed time to think not miles and miles of nothing to do,” she argued.

 
 
 
“You’re going,” he stated emphatically.


“Hal! I’m a Reporter! What in hell is there to report in friggin’ Iowa? Did someone see Jesus in a cloud,” she spat with incredulity.

 
 
 
“Mia, you’re getting married in a month. Even if you don’t attend the meeting, I’m making you go. Go and think about this,” Hal insisted, not backing down.
 
 
 
 
His face was filled with concern and his brows furrowed every time he looked in her direction. Mia took a deep breath and relented slightly,

 
 
 
“Enforced vacation,” she queried.


“Yes,” he said unapologetically, “You’re engaged but not wearing his ring. Face it, there’s something wrong in paradise. Spend some time at Sycamore Access. Take some fabulous pictures. Sit by the river and really think about this. You’re not happy, Mia.”


 
 
 
Mia stepped back and took a seat in the leather chair, recalling how arguments as vehement as this one used to end in wildly passionate sex. Her heart dropped from chest to feet. She knew he was right.

 
 
 
“Okay,” Mia agreed, “On one condition,” she said with a hungry smile as she stood and walked toward him.

 
 
 
Hal grinned tentatively, backing up in his seat, warning, “Mia,” but she knew he still wanted her as much as she wanted him.


 
 
 
Mia approached like a cat preparing to pounce. Hal pushed his chair back until it hit the wall. He was trapped. She grinned licking her lips.

 
 
 
She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of a black half-slip revealing garte belt, black stockings and heels. She leaned down to unbuckle his belt and remove his dress slacks.

 
 
 
“Mia,” Hal warned, drawing her name out, “What are you doing? Remember, you’re en—”

 
 
 
She placed two fingers over his mouth and quietly shushed him, “Shhh. Don’t,” she instructed him.

 
 
 
Hal fell silent. They hadn’t made love in months. Both had reluctantly agreed that an office romance was entirely too complicated, especially in an office filled with nosy reporters.

 
 
 
Finally he was naked from the waist down and Mia seized the moment. He was already harder than she had ever seen him and closed her lips around him. She ran her tongue around the head of his stiff cock as his head fell back and he releasing a groan.

 
 
 
Mia pushed him fully into her mouth through tight, sucking lips while stroking his length with her warm, moist tongue. Slowly, she pulled away and straddled him. Hal gripped her ass whispering how he had missed this.

 
 
 
“Mmm hmm,” she replied, unable to speak intelligently. Mia watched his face, his closed eyes, the wrinkles in his brow disappearing, and then pushed up and down his entire length. God, he was hard.


 
 
 
Hal grasped her tight little ass cheeks more tightly and stood to push her down on his desk. She pulled up her knees and perched four-inch stilettos at the edge of his desk while he ravaged her, kissing her everywhere he could reach, pounding her tight wetness while his balls slapped her ass.
 
 
 
Hal pinched her pink nipples softly squeezing her full, aching breasts, making consummate love until they built a crescendo that insisted on release.

 
 
 
Mia bit her lip hard to stifle a scream, and he held his breath as his thick girth throbbed inside of her.

 
 
 
By the time they were spent, it looked like a small bomb had detonated in his office, just like old times, Mia reminisced. She knew it was now or never. She had him exactly where she wanted him.

 
 
 
Mia’s breath caught as he softened, still sheathed deeply within her, and said,  “Please Hal, don’t make me go.”

 
 
 
She plead batting eyelashes slightly as Hal reached for his desk drawer. She waited pensively, wondering what he would find to use for a makeshift toy. Instead, he retrieved the airline ticket and stuffed it into her parted crimson lips.


 
 
 
“You’re going,” he said staunchly.


 
 
 
Mia groaned, rolling her eyes, and mumbled around the envelope, “Alone or tickets for two?”


 
 
 
Hal turned to retrieve clothing insisting, “Alone, then, we’ll think about what comes next,” with the grin of a cat with canary feathers protruding from its mouth.


 
 
 
“Okay, okay,” she laughed at his determination, “but I’m already looking forward to my return!”


 
 
 
“I’ll pick you up at the airport,” Hal taunted, “Wear something sexy and no underwear except stockings and garters.”


 
 
 
Mia grinned at her victorious defeat knowing that she wouldn’t have as much to think over, now that they were beginning again.


 
 
 

 

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Naked Beauty 3

Naked Beauty

Part 3

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Jermaine woke several hours later in a fiercely foul mood. He showered quickly, dressed, ordered coffee to go, and made his way into Old Town. He wandered the alleys, photographing buildings that caught his eye, but couldn’t shake his own guilt.

 

Eventually, he ascended the stairs into a vacant structure and sat leaning against a wall, steeling himself as he retrieved his phone and dialed Vera’s number.

 

It rang several times before she anwered. He visualized her glaring at the phone while she considered ignoring it. Her irate voice conveyed that she had checked the Caller ID.

 

“Yeah, what,” Vera shrieked into the receiver.

 

“Hi, honey,” Jermaine greeted her with mock cheer and monitored calculation of just how guilty he sounded, “How are you,” he asked, instantly regretting it. His nerves frayed to nil as he waited through a long, sub-zero silence.

 

“Had you wanted to know, you would have called back after checking in! I’ve been on my deathbed for three days!”

 

“Vera-baby,” he hedged, “I’m sorry! When I checked in, my phone was dead and it was too late to call by the time I found a charger. I know you have been terribly ill.”

 

Vera paced the floor considering his argument and decided to be the shrew that made his voice tremble, “So your phone took seventy-two  hours to charge and you got the only hotel room in Spain that has no phone? Sure! That’s completely plausible, sweetheart! Who is the little tart,” she queried venomously.

 

Suddenly, it was her turn to be greeted with silence. Jermaine debated coming clean, but nothing was certain yet. He didn’t want to risk losing Vera if his naked beauty could turn him away.

 

He palmed the ring absentmindedly and lied, “I’ve been running day and night trying to arrange the photoshoot, baby. I’m sorry. I just couldn’t get to you a second earlier.”

 

Vera knew he was lying, and then considered the fact that she was cheating with his boss, and relented, “Okay, okay, fine. Just go finish the shoot and come back. How’s my replacement working out?”

 

Jermaine let go a heavy sigh of relief realizing that he had been holding his breath, “We haven’t met yet. Maybe later today or tomorrow. Don’t worry, she can’t hope to compare. I’m just looking forward to getting it over with.”

 

“I’m sorry it’s not the pleasureful shoot you expected, darling. I know how you hate having to pose new models, break them in, and do your job. If you wrap it up quickly, I’ll make it worth your while,” Vera offered invitingly.

 

Jermaine smiled despite himself when a man entered and interrupted them, “¡Ejem! Hola. Ahem! Hello there,” he said, searching to extract his card from his pocket.

 

“Vera, I have to go. I’ll call you later.”

 

Jermaine hung up and addressed the gentleman, “Hello. I’m sorry to intrude. I thought the building was vacant.”

 

“It is,” he said, a little perplexed, “Lucas Fox, Realtor,” he introduced himself offering his card.

 

Jermaine took the card and asked, “Is there an apartment nearby for rent or sale?”

 

“Yes, there are several apartments for sale and rent in this area, they are a bit expensive, but the location, the views and the amenities are worth it”.

 

“Would you know of a furnished apartment in a quiet area,” Jermaine inquired.

 

“There is only one in La Xerea, but it’s a penthouse. You would have to move fast. It’s a coveted neighborhood. It has drawn a lot of attention,” Lucas answered.

 

“How much,” Jermaine asked.

 

Lucas answered, “1,000 €uros per month.”

 

Lucas’ eyes flew open wide when Jermaine replied, “I’ll take it. Can we start the paperwork tonight?”

 

“Yes, of course,” Lucas couldn’t conceal his excitement.

 

“Excellent. Bring it to Hotel Balneario Las Arenas in Valencia tonight at 9:00 PM”

 

“I will, Lucas smiled, “This is going to be the easiest sale I’ve ever made.”

 

Jermaine shook his hand and thanked him, grateful that some of the best ideas are borne of mishaps and accidents.

 

He left the building with a plan taking shape and was cautiously optimistic, though he knew that this plan was an enormous gamble and that it lacked a solid foundation. Jermaine knew he would have to build the foundation with every step he took.

 

He went directly to a jeweler not far from the hotel and had her ring sized. Then he surveyed their selection of engagement rings and wedding bands.

 

Jermaine splurged for a taxi back to the hotel and returned with his photography equipment, ready to go to work. Finally, he felt strong and vital. He knew what he was living for and that was all he needed. I’m strong enough to face anything, he thought jubilantly, Hey life, bring it!

 

He breezed through large portions of the shoot, capturing a cruise ship as big as a city, beachfront properties, art and sculptures. Then he moved indoors for the finale, beginning with setting the scene inside the City of Arts and Sciences in the Oceanogràfic de Valencia, the second largest aquarium in the world.

 

With the scene set perfectly, Jermaine picked up his camera and approached the model who would replace Vera. There stood his naked beauty clad in a string bikini. and about ten pounds of makeup. Jermaine rolled his eyes, yelling, “Wait! Stop! What the hell is wrong with the makeup artist,” he asked angrily, moving closer to a model he didn’t recognize until her frightened eyes eyes met his obvious annoyance.

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED…

 

 

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Hungry

Hungry

 

 

I am agitated, pacing the floor with my skin prickling. I’m thinking of you and I am hungry for you, and constantly remembering; the night I lay in your bed, curled into your back to spoon you, allowing my hands free access to roam.

 

The memories come to me, though I rarely ask for them; the day I tried to swallow your shaft, gripping your sweet, spankable ass cheeks, the perfection of trailing my lips up your hard thighs and caressing you with my tongue, nuzzling and breathing you in. The memories comfort and assault making me hate when we’re apart even more than is usual.

 


My thoughts are too inflamed and tumultuous. I cannot handle this heated torment another second, so I get up to make coffee, mumbling, “Need caffeine by the truckload,” and then pace the kitchen floor, waiting for it to brew.

 

I am walking for lack of any other release. My fingers long to touch and wrap around your long, thick manhood, trying to memorize you indelibly, from my fingertips to my wanting, greedy palms. I can still feel the handfuls that made me spread my fingers just to cup your full, firm balls.




 

Finally I shake my head clear and check the coffee pot. Why is everything taking too long? Everything in my life is hurry up and wait!

 

My home is too small to contain my anxious person and defiant thoughts. The last cock shot was the last straw. I need you right here right now! I bolt angrily from the house to go walk it off.

 

Heading out onto the beach, the moon is punctuated by high clouds drifting across the night sky. I break into a sprint and cover a quarter mile before I am winded. 


Stopping to catch my breath, I bend spontaneously and my hands land on my knees. The feel of your steely shaft returns to me. Your iron cock is burning hot, hard, and ready, as though forged in fire. 


“Stop it! Don’t think,” I scream my impotent aggravation into the salt-sea air, “Walk it off! Go!”

 

I begin again as midnight waves pound the shore with an oddly satisfying Rush, whoosh, and smack.

 For a moment, I am mesmerized, and I pause to watch the sea claim the sand dragging it back to the ocean. Claiming its own love no doubt.

 

Again I shake the thoughts from my mind and focus on running. 


Another mile passes before I drop to the sand exhausted. For a long moment, I realize I have been trying to outrun my own thoughts, but your words return to me as though you are whispering them to me right now. “You’re mine.” Rush, whoosh, smack.



 

I close my eyes letting your voice blend with the waves and the sounds I’ve grown to love. Your mine. Rush, whoosh, smack, and I spread my fingers to feel the forceful ocean reclaiming its own. 


Water and sand trickle through my fingers, lulling me into sleep with its perfect cadence. Rush, whoosh and smack. You’re mine. You’re mine. Rush, whoosh, smack. Mine. Only mine.

 

The call of a night bird wakes me and you are instantly in mind. I open my eyes to take stock of my surroundings.

 

The moon is behind thick clouds now, the beach is still deserted, and daylight is nowhere near. Rush, whoosh and smack. I need you so badly it hurts and I don’t relish the walk back feeling like this.

 


Instead, I turn to lay on my back and ease my zipper down, listening hard for anything nearby. Then I push my jeans off and bend at the knees, enjoying the feel of a summer breeze caressing my nether regions. Rush, whoosh and smack.

 

Conjuring your naked body in mind, I close my eyes and slide my fingertips down my abdomen in between my legs. You’re mine. Rush, whoosh, smack.


 Your voice commands me; a distant whisper that is ever present in me. Just hearing you sends my thighs up in flames as I stroke my hot needy clitoris. Rush, whoosh and smack.

 

With you, I am brazen under cover of darkness. I long to feel your weight on top of me and the picture of us is instant, too easily returning to me as I try to ease my own wanton desires. Rush, whoosh, smack.



 

The first touch is an electric spark and I imagine your strong, masterful hands stroking me with one finger and plunging the other into my aching wetness.


 I’m on fire for you and I need your completion. I am twisting and writhing as you tear off your swim trunks and drive your sword straight into my molten center. Rush, whoosh, smack.



 

A cry escapes me, blending into the night sounds. Rush, whoosh, smack.

 You’re mine now. You were made to be mine, and you slam your iron need into me harder, making me whimper but not ending this sweet torture. Rush, whoosh, smack.




 

“Say it and I’ll give you release,” you taunt, pulling your hard length back so I am barely clinging to the tip of your cock. Rush, whoosh, smack.



 

For a moment, I am defiant but I imagine your stare. You hold my gaze with your own, waiting for my surrender. Rush, whoosh, smack.

 

In another moment, I collapse in fiery, urgent need as you drive your iron cock into me harder than you ever have, and in the moment before you steal my breath, I whisper, I’m yours. Brand me your own.”

 


Finally, you slam into me harder and faster until orgasm claims us, sending both of us tumbling into ecstasy, and my cunt is throbbing hard around your staff, jumping and throbbing in my wet sheath and spilling your seed into me. Rush, whoosh, smack.



 

When I am satiated and no longer trembling I open my eyes again, knowing that I am safe in the night, restored in loving you and in sharing ultimate release, exchanging energy that lends me strength.

 

Finally, I am strong enough to wash and frolic in the waves, to face the long walk back, and to endure the time and space between us, ever hungry.

 


Rush, whoosh, smack.

 

 

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Finally

Finally

 

Finally

 

Slowly, I am dragging the tip of my hot tongue up the beast, lightly suckling until I can nuzzle your balls while I kneel between your thighs. You are harder than I knew you could be and I want to linger here, breathing hotly against your erection as I explore and learn you again.

You are urging me to quicken the pace, but I have you trapped exactly where I want you, kissing and suckling your balls, stroking your cock, and memorizing you with my lips and tongue.

I am tasting, titillating, and lingering overlong, knowing that you cannot pull away, and loving this sweet torment because it was so very hard won.

I move to find the best position in which to stroke you lightly with the tips of my fingers, scalding a trail on your skin and building a desirous tempest. I tighten my hand around your hard length as I suck your full, firm balls into my hungry mouth.

You drive your hands into my hair, shaking with desire, and I am loathe to let this moment change, but cannot stop myself. I increase suction of my wanting lips as I stroke you harder and faster, but change incrementally to unbalance what you expect.

This is a battle of wills and I intend to be victorious, so I lick, stroke, and nip at your nerves of steel and powerful resolve, silently assuring myself, I will break your stubborn concentration.

The aching dampness between my thighs is nearly more than I can stand. I need your fulfillment, but more than that, I want to tattoo you; to bruise and brand you with bruises and tiny nips to your marble strength.

Holding your erection with one hand, I am moving my lips and tongue up and down your growing girth, sucking hard and then softly, quickening and then moving with maddening slowness; tasting, kissing, fondling, and feeling your balls and butt cheeks with the other.

You’re trembling with need, longing for release, but I grip your the perfect curve of your ass with both hands and spank you hard, showing you no mercy, as I battle your obstinate will. I am trying to shove you past your determined precipice to send you reeling into ecstasy, when suddenly your emotional armor begins to fail.

I have been aching for this moment, when I feel your tenacious grip slip and I move to wrap my tongue around your rampant desire, sliding skillfully up your strong shaft, branding you with my lips all the way down to your soul.

Just as you reach the end of your control, I pull you to me hard and tilt my head back to feel the entire thick length of you pulsing in my throat, and I swallow hard against the last of your aching erection, spasming within the tight confines there, and adding the element of pressure to the last of your orgasm.

When I have drained you entirely, I curl into your muscled arms, softly breathing, “I love you” against your hard chest and close my eyes. Both of us have finally found release, assurance and fulfillment, to dream of until I wake you in the morning.

“Good night, my Bit,” you whisper, and the love in your voice ushers me into sleep, filled with assurance that it is all I need to make my life whole and complete.

 

 
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Naked Beauty 1

Naked Beauty

Part 1

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Jermaine had thought of nothing but the success of this assignment. He boarded the plane with his hopes up higher than the flight would take him. Then Vera had fallen ill. He got her voicemail at the hotel.


Vera hadn’t realized that the milk in her refrigerator had turned while she was bucking for a promotion beneath Jermaine’s boss. She was quite fond of Jermaine, but Mack was much wealthier, more established, and more likely to settle down soon.



She had arrived home ravenous the next morning, never guessing that the power had been off all night. Vera only read about the fierce storm as she stirred milk into her morning coffee and drank her third cup. She finished reading the weather, made the connection, and dropped the cup as her stomach lurched.



Karma had never approached her subtly and she knew that it was going to be a vengeful bitch this time as well.



Jermaine had been far too preoccupied to notice that she had been much less than attentive lately. He had neglected her a little bit, but Vera knew she wouldn’t have needed much of an excuse. She had always been drawn to money and power. Vera grinned wickedly, thinking, Mack has all that and more.



Gizelle would be her replacement on the shoot. Man stealing little jezebel from hell, she thought, clutching her stomach, much too ill to care more deeply at the moment.



Jermaine knew he would lose the shoot entirely, possibly with his enviable career, if he couldn’t pull off an incredible feat of magic. He paced the room, mumbling to himself, “Some men make women disappear. How do I make the perfect woman appear in front of my lens?”



Vera has it all, he surmised dejectedly. No one is as excellent for Spain as she is. What am I going to do now?  Picturing her, Jermaine spat his frustration acidly, “You just had to poison yourself the day before a shoot that will make or break me, damn it all!”



He strode across the room raking his fingers through jet black locks. Leaning into the ornate sill over looking Malvarossa beach, he peered out the window in full-blown panic, not seeing the rich beauty of his surroundings, the opulent Hotel Balneario Las Arenas, or the sand and blue green sea innate to Valencia, with the sky a barely perceptible difference in shade, but a world of change from New York’s steel and grey scenery. All hope was lost and he no longer cared to observe. It was too painful.



There was nothing left to do but stare out at the pink hued sunset, the long expanse of sand and the perfect translucent, turquoise sea, in which to drown myself when I get the axe, he added dismally.



Then his gaze landed on her. Lying on a blanket far off in the distance, completely unguarded in sleep, was the naked beauty he had been praying for.



Jermaine blinked and shook his head, certain that she was a mirage or that he would wake up to realize he had only dreamed her.



Instinct and adrenaline took over. He raised the camera dangling from his neck and snapped his first photograph of her. Viewing her through the telephoto lens, he took stock with a critical photographer’s eye.



She had skin like liquid velvet with a slight blush on her face, obviously unaccustomed to lying nude beneath the sun, he smiled despite himself, well pleased with that rumination.



Jermaine had seen many beautiful women, had bedded more than half, and was always dismayed that so many had leathery, sun damaged skin.



Look at that red hair, he grinned with his heart racing, longing to drive his fingers through the silky riot. That’s not a color you can get from a bottle, he beamed, happily lost in his voyeurism.



Suddenly she stirred, causing him to drop the camera. She’s leaving! He ran from his luxurious surroundings as though the room were on fire. With his stomach in knots, he paused midway to catch his breath and then ran faster. His lungs were near to bursting when he found the place he had seen her.



Jermaine dropped to his knees as his hopes fell away. He placed his hands on the still warm indentation of her exquisite body and closed his eyes in grief when a musical voice startled him out of his thoughts.



“Por favor señor, encontraste mi anillo? Please sir, did you find my ring?”



Jermaine opened his eyes to find the naked beauty wrapped in a blanket and speaking to him in a language he didn’t understand. Her thumb grazed her ring finger urgently and the message was conveyed.



“Ring! You’ve lost your ring,” he said, gesturing to indicate his understanding.



“Sí. Por favor, ayúdame a mirar. Yes. Please, help me look.” Gizelle knelt down to run her hands lightly over the sand, pleading with her gaze.



Jermaine pretended to search, knowing that his knee had landed on it. Not wanting to risk losing her twice, he kept it hidden, asking, “Do you speak English?”



“¿Inglés? Un poco. Lo intent. A little. I try,” she stumbled, still searching the immediate area frantically.



“Okay, that’s good,” he exclaimed gratefully.



“¡No, no es bueno! ¿No lo entiendes. It’s not good! Do you not understand?” she asked, obviously mistaking his meaning and emphatically pointing to her ring finger.



Suddenly, her full meaning registered in mind and he understood completely now. She’s engaged to another man. She’s promised to another! He hoped his devastation didn’t show.



Gizelle glanced at him and realized he was utterly crestfallen. He had the look of a man in great physical pain. Though she didn’t understand most of his words, she understood the look of personal torment. It touched her heart and she forgot her own panic.



Gizelle tucked the blanket around her, sat down in the sand and gently took his hand. Jermaine’s breath caught as they looked into each others eyes.





Naked Beauty Part 2




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