Water's Edge

Water's Edge Water's Edge

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

At the end of a hot summer's day, a man turns off the beaten path and discovers a cool, quiet pool. And discovers he is not the only one to enjoy the sweet water...

Summary

At the end of a hot summer's day, a man turns off the beaten path and discovers a cool, quiet pool. And discovers he is not the only one to enjoy the sweet water...

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Submitted: July 26, 2012

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Submitted: July 26, 2012

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The day had been hot.

It was mid-summer and the heat was deep, almost tangible. The sun mated with the rain and bore a sultry humidity that was inescapable. It seeped into everything and turned the air into a thick, invisible veil. It settled heavily over all and made breath difficult, exertion near impossible.

Finally the mean orb was sinking into the horizon. Long shadows were thrown over the fields and the grass turned to gold blades in the fading light. Clouds, welcoming the chance to bid farewell to the dying sun, smeared through the sky, teasing with the faint idea of cooling rain. A breeze started, lapping at the edges of the heat, lifting wilting leaves and flowers, awakening them to embrace the evening.

She walked, small, slippered feet making soft shushing sounds on the path before her. She was slow but purposeful, her destination clear in her mind. She had hidden through the heat of the afternoon in the shadows of the forest, but even they were less then welcoming on a day like this. She was flushed and moist and sought relief from the sweet, clear water of the pond that made its home in the middle of the woods. She stopped to rest, eyes closed, taking deep breaths of the sun baked air. She shaded her eyes and peeked upwards through the trees. The sky was pinkish purple now and she could just make out one, now two eager stars poking their way through the fabric of the sky. She sighed. Night was near.

She pressed on, now able to hear the faint rush of the waterfall that fed the pool. The air seemed to cool as she neared, a combination of nightfall and the breeze that swept over the tumbling water, sending a faint, cooling spray through the brush.

There now, she stepped into the clearing and smiled. Her pool. Her escape and her joy, her slice of heaven. She breathed heavily and caught the mineral scent of wet rock, and the deeper, earthy smell of the moist leaves and trees that surrounded the water.  Giggling now, she quickly shed her dress and stepped into the welcoming water. She sighed and plunged into the pool, submerging herself, coming up for air, then slipping under again. The water kissed her bare skin with loving caress and sweet embrace. It cooled her flushed face and saturated her heavy hair. She moaned her pleasure and swam to an edge, closing her eyes and resting on a large rock. The stone was cool against her back and she lay, floating and bobbing with the tiny waves that the fall created.

 

He did not have the luxury of refuge in the forest. He had worked that day, straining in the hot sun, sweat sparkling on his skin like tiny diamonds that slipped to the earth with each movement. He was accustomed to heat and cool, but today was unusually warm and had pushed him to his limit. He thanked heaven for her gift of night and started on his way home.

He had heard some speak of a pool in the forest, one that was ever cool, never affected by heat. He laughed at the stories of the nymph that played there. Fairy stories were for children and his time was made for real things, like work and drink. But today, his heated mind wandered to thoughts of cold water and beautiful women. He edged the forest on his way home…what was the harm in walking through? It would be cooler that way, he reasoned. He wasn’t seeking truth to the juvenile tales…he was simply taking a detour. After today’s lot of toil, he felt entitled to do as he wished. So he did.

The woods were serene. The stillness wrapped around him, the breeze rustled the leaves but teased and did not touch him. He moved on, sensing a change in the air as he moved deeper into the forest. He stopped several times, turning, sure he was being followed, but saw nothing. He began to regret his decision to take this path and was about to turn back. He was not afraid, per se…he was a large man, built for the fight, strong and muscled from work and war. But somehow the forest made even the brutest of men leery of the unseen.

Then he felt the mist. It oozed through the brush before him and felt like pinpricks on his shins. He strained to see in the faltering light and could make out a clearing ahead. He was curious. He had not been in this part of the woods and was anxious to either get home or find rest. He moved ahead.

The scene left him breathless.

The pool was beautiful, deep and grey blue, surrounded by trees and rocks. The air was filled with the quiet whoosh of the falling water. The whole place smelled like wet earth and sweet water.

But it was the vision of her that left him stunned.

She lay motionless, her shoulders and arms exposed, draped over a large rock at the water’s edge. Her hair was spread over the rock’s surface, wet and dark, sliding over the edge like liquid to touch the surface of the water. Her eyes were closed and for a moment, he feared her dead until a smile played at the corners of her mouth.

He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to touch her, to know if she were real or a hallucination sent from his overheated mind. But…she looked so at peace, so relaxed, that he hated to disturb her. He was at a loss.

He chose the middle road.

Quietly, he moved to the water’s edge and sat, directly across the pool from her. He decided not to care if she were vision or flesh. Either way, he wanted nothing but to sit and watch her.

Nature betrayed him.

The infant clouds that had played around the setting sun had grown into plump, boisterous children that rolled and skipped across the darkened sky. One pushed another and a fight erupted, sending a bellow of thunder into the night. Another fell and scraped against the stars, and rain came, dripping into the pond, coating the surface with dots and drips.

The thunder startled her and her eyes flew open. She sat up…and saw him.

He was motionless. He did not wish to frighten her. If she ran, he thought he would feel a keen loss…

She sunk into the water, submerging to her chin. Her eyes never left his and she waited. She did not fail to notice his beauty. His eyes were dark, slightly brooding, and staring at her as if he could see through her. His black hair was pulled away from his face, exposing tan, weathered skin and broad shoulders. She looked at his hands, heavy and worn from work.

She wondered, fleetingly…how those hands would feel on her skin. She shivered and dismissed the thought. She would not know, she would stay here until he tired and was gone.

He mistook her shiver for coldness and stepped down from his perch. He unrolled his pack and held out a light cloak, silently asking her to leave the safety of the pool.

She stared, wondering if he were attempting to help her or steal her away.

Suddenly, overcome with boldness and curiosity…and a touch of wildness…she moved toward him.

He was shocked. He had not expected her to acknowledge him at all, much less be drawn to him. He stood there, cloak in outstretched arm, waiting.

Slowly…painfully slowly…she made her way to shore. She stood and walked to him, wet and naked and cool.

He stared. He could not stop staring. Her skin was alabaster and almost glowed in the evening moonlight. Her chocolate hair fell over one shoulder, curling around a teardrop shaped breast. Her round hips swayed as she waded through the rest of the water to him. She neared and he smelled green grass and lemon sunshine…and sweet water. He could make out her eyes now, heavy lidded and grey. She arched a brow as she reached for the cloak he held. She wrapped it around herself and stood, silently watching him.

He said nothing.

He stepped toward her and stood, inches from her. She could feel the heat from his still sun warmed body and could smell the sweat and dust from his day’s work. It was not unpleasant and she moved imperceptibly closer.

Suddenly his arms were around her and his hands were in her hair. She gasped and looked up at him. His eyes pled for permission and she gave it, tipping her head back and closing her eyes.

He kissed her. Her lips were smooth and firm and warm. His tongue slipped to hers and he pulled her closer as he teased her mouth. She was pressed to him and could feel his hard chest on her soft skin. Her arms snaked around his neck and she pulled on him, wanting more of the sweet kiss. The cloak dropped and he felt her cool, moist skin. His hands roamed her back, then grasped her bottom and pushed her hips into his. He ran a hand down her thigh and pulled it up, wrapping her leg around his waist.

He dipped his head and kissed her throat. He moved lower and captured a nipple in his mouth and sucked, teasing and licking. She moaned, head back, hands grasping his shoulders. He sank to his knees and trailed his tongue lowers. Her skin tasted like rain and he drank deeply. He found her hot center and pulled her apart to lick her. He rubbed her clit and sank a finger deep inside of her, moving it in and out, pulling at her sweet wetness, making her moan and shiver. He came up and took her into his arms, laying her on the fallen cloak. He stood over her and undressed, cock rigid and ready, muscles hot and straining for control. She looked up at him with starving eyes and reached for him. He dropped into her arms and she pushed him to his back. She straddled him, kissing and biting his shoulders and chest. She worked to his stomach, teasing and licking. Finally she came to his cock and took the tip into her mouth. He groaned and fought to control the urge to shove it all into her hot mouth. She licked more, took more, tasted more. It was raining harder now and the droplets of rain mixed with the taste of her skin made her wanton and drunk with need. She sucked hard and he arched and growled and pulled at her hair. She moved her mouth up and down, faster and harder and he thrashed, hot and hard, needing her.

He reached to her and pulled her atop him. She spread her legs and lowered herself onto him. He hissed and when lightning flashed, she saw his eyes big and glassy with desire. The rain fell in sheets now and made skin slick and shiny. She rode him, feeling his cock push deep inside of her, touching her to her core. Her hands played her breasts as he rubbed her clit. She moaned and felt the first wave of orgasm take her. She gripped his arms as she came, spasming around him, tight and hot. He rolled her over, kissing her, grasping her ass and spreading her wide for his entry. He slid into her, slowly now, wanting to tease her. He slid out, just to his tip and waited. She looked at him, then moved her hips to follow him, begging him to enter her again. He smiled…then, as thunder crashed, he filled her again. She screamed and wrapped around him, making him hers, owning the ecstasy within her. He thrust deeply, head buried in her neck, smelling her, tasting her, feeling every inch of her around him. He held on as long as he could, making her cum again and again, loving the sight of her mouth open and panting, craving the feel of her throbbing around his cock.

Finally he could take no more. With a shout, he slammed into her, hard and fast. He held her to him as he came, pounding into her, filling her with everything he had.

They lay there in the rain, clinging to each other, breath ragged and heavy. He rolled off of her and took her into his arms. She curled into him and he dozed off as the rain eased and the night stilled.

 

 

He woke.

She was gone.

He sat up suddenly, remembering her flesh, her taste, her hair, her kiss.

Was she real?

He got up and looked around. There was nothing to indicate that she existed…that the passion was anything but a heat-induced dream.

Something at the water’s edge caught his eye.

Fabric…white linen… He picked it up and pressed it to his cheek.

He smelled green grass and lemon sunshine. And sweet water.

He smiled and moved away toward home.

 


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