Rain in the Deep Blue Sea

As she gripped the iron rail,she gazed into the distance and sighed. There was no other color in all of nature exactly like that of the turquoise sea lapping the salt white sand below. There was no color like that of her satin bronze skin or long, chestnut hair streaked by the tropical sun. In only the bottom half of a striking red string bikini, she felt svelte and powerful.

“Today belongs to me,” she whispered. “Every luxurious second will be mine.”

Warm light and a gentle breeze caressed her hardening nipples. She reached up to cup the soft swells of her naked breasts, firmly kneading the ripe mounds. She didn’t care about the occasional beachcomber looking up to see her. Her mind was spinning with thoughts of Cole, knowing he was just above, watching her from the rooftop terrace.

She felt the searching touch of his eyes as strongly as the gentle lick of tropical breeze and sun across her skin. Every nerve and pore felt so alive. She could almost feel every strand of the silken cascade of hair flowing to the low curve of her graceful spine. Every time his eyes lit upon her, it felt like the cells in her flesh were dancing.

I know you’re watching, she told him in the cool silence of her mind. Her nipples began to ache under the groping clutch of her own hands. She pinched them hard – and then a little harder – as if the pressure of her fingers sent the sensation emanating through her lithe body.

Did you know I could see you last night? Standing almost where you are right now? And that the moon was full and lighting up your naked body like the living sculpture of a man in lust?”

Did you know I could see the way your hand was moving along your big, hard cock? It looked so long and thick and ripe. I know it was made for me. Or maybe I was made for it. For you. And did you know I couldn’t help moving my tongue over my lips to imagine the hot taste of your flesh? Did you know it made my pampered pussy ache until my clit was swollen and swimming in a river of my body’s own honey?

Only my head and shoulders were above the opening to the roof terrace as I stood on the spiral stair. You could have turned and seen me, but you wouldn’t have seen my hand sliding inside my panties to feel my slit. You would’ve seen me suck my fingers, but would you ever guess the sweetness I was tasting?

I could hear you growl my name as I watched your body tense and your cock erupt in spasms of pleasure.

Did you know that, my love?

She’d barely been able to sleep after watching him cum. She’d spent half the night twisting under light sheets. Her hands never seemed to let up in their clawing search to stroke away the hunger that simmered inside her. She rubbed and stroked and probed her flowing pussy until her fingers and thighs were smeared. Somewhere in the middle of it all, she reached for the hard plastic toy in the nightstand drawer by her bed.

But nothing had helped, and Rain knew there was only one true answer to the question her body was asking.

Her right hand slowly slipped downward, gently touching the edge of the scant bikini. The barest suggestion of a touch was enough to send ripples of desire through her pouting mound. Such a simple gesture it would be to slip her fingers under the fabric and grind them against the smooth flesh begging to be touched. And then to simply turn and face him. To let him watch her as she’d watched him.

When she finally took a deep breath and turned, putting her thoughts into action, he was already gone.

***

He was wandering down the beach, just at the lip where the sand was wet. He was halfway to hell with an image of heaven in mind. The way she looked by the rail on the balcony below as he watched from the edge of the roof terrace put the strain of familiar music in his mind. Her limbs were supple and lithe as saplings bowing to the weight of their own fruit. She was like a single, fluid braid of flesh and sinew.

The beach was modestly populated. Luscious, sun drenched bodies lay nearly in his path every few yards, but nothing could tear the vision of Rain from his mind. She’d walked in and sat down in that empty space inside him the moment she arrived.

He’d barely remembered she even existed until a few weeks before when she’d called. He’d thought it was a senseless prank at first, but there was no one he could think of who would bother playing that kind of trick on him. And then, there was that tone in her voice. Even hearing her voice out of the blue for the first time, there was a weight behind her words he trusted.

It had seemed a dozen lifetimes ago when he knew her mother. They’d been friends. Even now, Cole was in conflict over his feelings for Sahn. They’d spent nearly every day together of the three years he lived in her city.

He’d never felt as close to any woman, and yet they’d never so much as kissed. It hadn’t been for not wanting to, but Sahn was a whore and Cole had sworn to himself he would never have her as a client. As for Sahn, she kept her own distance, ironically, because she never believed Cole had the ability to be faithful.

The day he left her country behind, he saw her from the taxi. She was standing on the street in front of the parlor where she worked, waiting for potential clients to walk by. Cole knew she’d spotted him in the back of the tuk tuk, but looked away, pretending she hadn’t. He remembered looking down at his feet and staring to cry.

Rain had asked for nothing but to meet him. Her mother had died several months before. She’d always told Rain if anything drastic ever happened she should contact Cole. He’d been surprised by that, although his surprise had given way to a dull, pervasive grief.

The moment Rain rolled her suitcase through the arrival terminal doors three weeks ago it felt like his molecules had been suddenly rearranged. And now it seemed there was nothing he could do to get them back where they were.

When he spotted her in front of the terminal, it never occurred to him she was the young woman he’d spoken to on the phone. She struck him for every other reason in the book, in that rare, memorable way a woman can cross the path of a man who’s paying attention. Then she walked up to him with a smile

“You must be Cole,” she’d said, recognizing the red shirt he said he’d wear. She’d cocked her head and smiled, looking up and studying his face like she was seeing something more than was there.

The woman he’d seen before she uttered those words refused to leave his cells in peace. He’d smiled back, and felt the gathering push and pull between logic and desire. She stood before him for the first time, part stranger, part temptress, part mystery.

He did something he’d never done to anyone he’d only just met and touched her face. It bore prominent strains of her mother’s Asian features along with a mixture of the rest of the world. His thumb lightly brushed the edge of her supple mouth, and a shared understanding settled in the space between them.

She’d come across a hundred-something time zones to the one place she had always belonged. Even before moving into his house, she was moving into the regions of his brain that send electricity and blood to the body.

“Let’s go home,” was all he could think of to say.

Maybe his sanity was dissipating. Then again, maybe it wasn’t crazy to notice how she could make simple movements around the house seem like she was dancing with the cosmos.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

So now he was stuck with this music in his head that went to the images splashed across the walls of his mind. He looked down at his feet pocking the sand, but he saw her standing at the rail cupping her naked breasts in her hands. He looked at the horizon, but saw her walk into the kitchen in a pair of cheap, street market panties.

He could hear her laugh like falling jewels when she caught him looking at her the way a man looks at a necessary woman.

He passed a couple who were arguing about something and wanted to rush up to them and scold them for missing the point. He could hear himself telling them the sweetest thing you could ever do was breathe this air that was too warm and too humid and that they were lying in front of a warm sea that would wash away the poison.

But when he heard the saccharine foolishness of his own thoughts he laughed out loud and started dancing to the music of Rain walking through his mind. He half danced half walked his way further down. The few people who bothered noticing him either smiled or looked at him like he’d gone insane.

“Somewhere in the middle of all that is the truth of what she has made me,” he told himself.

Then he stopped, finding himself at the far end of the long beach where, far from the village, the usually sparse scattering of sunbathers chose to lie naked. It’s where he normally went to lie in the sun until Rain had arrived. He sat down where the water barely lapped his feet, slowly burying them a little deeper in the sand with the sweep of each lazy wave.

He looked at his wet, sandy feet and thought of the night before, when he’d been sitting in a chair near the balcony doors. She’d walked in carrying a basin of warm water. In it were a wash cloth and a plastic bottle of scented oil, but what he noticed first were the quiver of her naked breasts and soft flexing of her thighs as she approached in nothing but a black thong that barely contained the swelling pout of her pussy.

Without speaking, she knelt in front of his chair and started washing his feet. He started to protest, but she hushed him. He started to tell her she lived in a different world now and she was servant to no man, but she hushed him even more sharply. He started to remind her her mother hadn’t wanted her to travel this far just to repeat her own history, but she told him quickly to shut up.

So he did.

He watched her focus silently on her self-appointed task, washing each foot with the cloth from the basin, then methodically massaging each one, briefly running her hands over his calves and thighs. He was surprised by the strength in her hands. He felt his cock grow thick and hot as her nipples grew hard and stood out. The sight of them made his lips twitch.

She placed each foot on her bare thigh when she went to work with the clippers and file. The smooth warmth of her thigh on the sole of his foot sent pulses of heat through his cock. When she finished, she gathered her things, stood up and turned to go. She barely looked at him, but he felt her keen awareness. There was no missing the demanding presence of the hard shaft in his shorts.

He’d been mesmerized by the sway of her ass as she walked away, and he was touching his cock before she was out of the room.

He suspected she might have heard or seen him up on the roof terrace afterward, straining to stroke away the raging need in his pulsing flesh. Even in the heat of the moment, he hadn’t been sure if it was just his imagination – the feeling of her there on the spiral stair. When he growled her name at his climax, he felt as if he were being shot through space, catapulting toward freedom.

He still wasn’t sure if she’d been there, but he had a strong inkling. Then he spotted her in the distance, walking toward him in the red bikini she’d had on earlier. She still wasn’t wearing the top.

***

Rain felt naked, even though she wasn’t, technically. She was aware of people watching her pass by, but she kept her eyes trained on the distant jut of rocks until she saw the figure she was looking for. The sight of him instantly calmed her nerves yet sped her pulse at the same time. It was a strange but wonderful feeling.

Only last night he had told her things were different here. As if he’d needed to. Some of it she liked, while some of it amused or confounded her. She felt like she knew these people, but it was much different than meeting them in the massage shop back home. Here, she was the stranger. But she had him, and he treated her like someone who’d walked out of a mythical kingdom.

She had him now – guiding and protecting her as she made her way through this surreal, new country. Her mother had always spoken of him like some kind of mythical figure full of comical flaws. She felt as if she’d known him for years, yet he was still a stranger, too. A stranger she’d been taught to love without realizing it until they finally met. Somehow, in reality, he was both more wonderful and more frightening than she’d ever imagined.

She knew there was a long way to go in getting to know each other, but she felt loved and valued in a brand new way. She felt close to him yet still so distant from her new surroundings. She smiled to herself and liked the feeling of the wet sand on the soles of her feet. She felt like an incognito princess, passing like an echo through a land of unsuspecting minions.

Now that she knew what he looked like, her fanciful dream of him walking into her massage shop not knowing realizing who she was had become so much more vivid. He would always fall hopelessly in love with her instantly. He wouldn’t know why, but he would feel a profound need to be with her and possess her for eternity.

She’d learned all about myths and fairy tales at the European school where her mother insisted she stay until graduating. Only then did she go to work in a little shop massaging strangers of so many shapes and sizes.

How many cocks had she held in her hands, gripping and stroking until they pulsed with spilling froth? They were simply her day’s work, and yet now, for the first time, she truly desired one.

So many of her clients had wanted more than her hands, but their offers had always been met with strict refusals. And now, as she approached the only man to ever consume her heart and dreams, she felt like a virgin whore presented in tribute to a sheik.

Then her shadow was crossing his legs. His feet were half buried in wet sand. He was still wearing the tight fitting Tshirt he’d been wearing after his shower, and the tight, skimpy swimsuit that made him look naked whenever he came out of the pool. He looked up at her, squinting.

“Rain.” He smiled and looked at her a long time before looking out at the horizon. “Aren’t you going to sit with me?”

“It’s all wet here,” she complained, laughing.

He reached up and grabbed her wrist, pulling her down beside him. She shrieked in surprise and giggled, putting up empty protests, but she settled onto the sand beside him and felt at home. They sat in silence. She felt him as deeply lost in his own thoughts as she was in hers, until she felt his hand slip under her long hair to rest on the back of her neck.

She leaned against him and his hand moved to her shoulder, holding her in close. She felt like a door closing into its frame on a roomful of dreams. Her entire world at that moment was nothing but warm body on body. Her heart shuddered and the waves reverberated through her nipples. She wished he weren’t wearing the shirt.

She thought she heard her name float under his breath. His hand was moving along her back. Touching or rubbing. Something in between.

“…think there was something you saw last night…” he was saying.

He knew she’d seen him, and a sense of relief seemed to wash into her along with the next wave across her bare feet. She put her hand on his bare thigh.

“…didn’t want…wrong impression…”

She watched his jaw move, but his voice was coming in and out like the waves. She wanted to laugh again but she held it inside. He was pushing out all this certainty he didn’t seem to feel, and it was written all over his face.

“Shut up,” she said. “I like what I saw.” She moved her hand along his thigh, mimicking his touch on her back.

“I don’t think it was supposed to turn out this way,” he said anyway.

“Hasn’t turned out any way yet.”

He smiled. Too coy for his own good. His eyes looked like they were about to ignite.

“It’s still turning,” he said.

She turned away to hide her grin. He was right. Everything was still turning. The air was doing figure eights around their bodies. The clouds turned upside down and floated on their backs. A stronger wave rushed in and suddenly flooded their loins.

Rain nearly whimpered out loud. The tide was on its way in. He touched her face, pulling her back to look at him. He turned her straight into the kiss. Her lips opened, instantly accepting the gliding sweep of his tongue. The hand on her back was gliding across her torso to her waist, moving upward until his palm plowed across her breast. Her nipple prickled with feeling as his hand pushed over the mound until he was holding the back of her neck.

Maybe her mind was playing tricks. He kissed her as if he were ravenous for something that lay far beyond her mouth, but that her mouth was the only possible way to get there.

She moaned into his throat and clawed his muscular thigh. It could have been minutes or hours when his hand slipped from her neck to her breast again. Her nipple burned against the demanding strength of his hand while her pussy gathered a tide of its own against the wet onslaught of the sea.

Eventually, he pulled away and looked around. His hand remained on her breast, gently kneading as he scanned the area. Rain scanned, too, but put her hand over his to keep it where it was. There were other people, but not many. The closest was about twenty-five feet off, a mahogany toned woman sunning on her stomach with her head turned away.

Rain looked back at his handsome face. He looked close to breathless. Her own breathing felt in synch with the deep rise and fall of his chest. She didn’t care where they were. He was the only location she cared about being in, and the hovering possibility of being as much to him was making her blood feel like steam was about to rise out of it.

She suddenly realized her hand was still on his thigh, as if she’d temporarily forgotten she even had a hand. His suit was wet and his skin was speckled with fine grains of sand. Her hand slipped down along his thigh to cup the bulge of thickening cock clearly outlined in the wet fabric. His grip tightened on her breast as her fingertips explored the rippling length of his shaft. He uttered a low groan as she fondled him. It didn’t seem entirely real. It almost felt as if her hand belonged to someone else, but the last thing she wanted to do was let go.

He grabbed her wrist with the other hand, not letting go of her breast with the right.

“Rain,” he said, holding her wrist still even though her fingers kept moving over the tautly stretched suit. “There’s only one way for this to end up. Unless…”

Even with her wrist in his tight grip, she was able to move her fingers against the edge of his suit and draw it to one side, liberating the rich, steadily growing cock underneath. Her fingers curled snugly around his heated shaft, cutting off whatever else he was going to say. The first part had been all she needed to hear. The “unless” was never an option, and she knew he was gripping her wrist as much to hold her hand in place as to keep her from searching too far.

“You realize we’re right on top of the line between never enough and too far, don’t you?” he told her. “Think carefully, Rain, because I’ll take everything you have.”

She wanted to say they’d already crossed over the moment he looked at her the way he had in the airport that day. She answered his gaze and moved her fingers along the hot, vital shaft in her hand. She felt the pulse of hot desire in his flesh and while his grip on her wrist loosened. He caught her thick nipple between his fingertips and squeezed.

“You already have everything,” she said with purring sigh. She stroked her hand along his cock. He felt so hard and demanding. The tip was flared and slippery with precum. She felt a deep, sympathetic throb in her anxious pussy.

Another wave, a little stronger than the one before, washed across them. She gave a sudden yelp of surprise and laughed.

“Don’t you want to take me back?” she suggested.

“Stand up,” he said, simply.

She got up and stood in front of him, almost painfully aware of the way her soaked bikini was pasted over the shape of her aching pussy. He grabbed her right ankle in his left hand and slid his right up the inside of her thigh. His fingers pressed briefly into her soft mound and then slipped beneath her bikini to savor the softness of her shaven skin.

Nothing seemed real. The long, thick cock of this man who was as close to a husband as her mother ever had was jutting naked out of his swimsuit, floating aloft on the lazy rush of the incoming waves. How could she have fallen in love with him before they even met? How could he brush those large fingers across her quivering pussy lips as she stood facing the beach that was so much like the one she’d known back home?

The svelte mahogany woman was still lying on her stomach, but she was looking straight at Rain and Cole now. She thought briefly how nice it would probably feel to massage her supple flesh. Then she felt him yank the strings holding her bikini in place. It seemed just a split second, and she was as naked as the woman now smiling at her.

Cole kissed her inner thigh, just inches below Rain’s pussy. His hands slid up the backs of her thighs and cupped her cheeks. The woman’s hand then disappeared underneath her body. Her hips arched gracefully and Rain knew she was touching her own pussy.

“Come sit again, Rain,” Cole said from somewhere far below.

She sat between his open legs, facing the distant horizon. He pulled off his T shirt and pulled her tightly against his much larger body, his straining cock firmly trapped between them. The next wave washed in around them, rushing in between her open thighs and she found herself leaning back against his shoulder while he caressed her firm breasts.

He kissed her neck and firmly tweezed her large nipples. In the time it took her to utter a deep sigh, his hands had found their way between her thighs. He kneaded her smooth, pliant flesh and pulled at her skin, spreading her lips apart in time for the next wave. She gasped and arched backward against him as the warm rush of the sea plowed across her pussy.

“I love you, Rain,” came the low, determined echo into her ear. “Ever since you came it’s like something else took over. It’s like all the signals got crossed, and I don’t want to do a thing to uncross them.”

“You better not,” she said. She didn’t let him see her smile, but she knew he could hear it in her voice.

Another wave washed in. This one coming in harder and longer than the others. Cole’s fingers were stroking and pulling at her pussy lips as the rushing water sent a ripple of sensations through her body.

The tide was gathering around their hips. She reached behind and groped for his cock. She gripped his stalk firmly, and her hand slid easily over his flesh. He groaned and slipped a finger inside her pussy. She bit her lower lip as he pushed a second finger inside. He began to pump his fingers in and out of her slippery sheath, keeping the pad of his thumb rolling back and forth over her clit.

Rain felt Cole urging her to move with the pressure of his hand on her pussy. With his fingers still embedded in her, she let him guide her up and back while he slid his legs together. The waves were steadily growing stronger and higher. They wouldn’t stop rushing against her body as she planted her hands behind her in the sand and felt him guiding his cock into her burning slit.

His cock felt so rich and strong, so hard as the sea rushed against their bodies in an unrelenting rhythm. He began to thrust into her aching core with firm, deliberate strokes. The fluid glide and push of the waves in counterpoint to the drive of his cock unleashed a power in her body she never imagined possible.

He thrust in with each oncoming wave, and drew back only to thrust again as the water rushed back out. Rain forgot where they were. She forgot the woman watching them from somewhere far behind. She felt as if the power of the sea was fueling the grinding roll of her hips as she closed her eyes and floated on a rolling tide of sensation.

There was a strong hand almost clawing at her heaving breasts while the other groped for her throbbing clit as the water level began to quickly rise around them. He was growling her name, and then the water seemed to recede. Time hung out to dry while his cock thrust and pounded through the slippery maw of her pussy lips.

A hard, fast wave suddenly came in stronger than any before it, strong enough to shift both of their bodies in the wet sand beneath. It was followed by another, and another after that.

Rain’s skin felt like there were sparks flying off. The part of her that lived inside became a hard, red hot iron ball nestled in the barrel of a cannon. She felt the sensation of being fired out, ripping out through the barrel. She was traveling at the speed of fire but watching it all in slow motion. Finally, she felt his cum spattering deep inside, the waves rushing hard around the frothing junction of their bodies, and she suddenly burst out of the cannon barrel into a shower of light exploding under her skin.

The movement of their bodies began to slow down, but the sea just kept coming in harder and deeper. They were finally forced to disentangle themselves long enough to move up toward drier sand.

Rain had no idea whatever became of her tiny bikini bottom. Maybe it had already washed out to sea. Cole’s T shirt was lying in a wet heap not far away.

They sat on the sand, cradled together much as they were before, but facing each other this time. Their legs were scissored together and Cole’s slowly relaxing cock was still jutting from the side of his suit, pressing against her tender mound.

His arms went around her and she rested her forehead on his shoulder. She could feel his hand on the back of her head.

“Why didn’t you ever marry my mother?” she heard someone inside her asking aloud.

Someone else replied calmly, close to her ear. “No more questions about the past, Rain. The future’s the second most important thing there is.”

“Then what’s the first?”

“This moment we’re in right now.”

She counted off a few breaths. The hand on the back of her head moved through the tangle of her long hair.

“Do you ever see the future?” she asked. “I don’t mean like you can predict what’s going to happen…just…do you see the things your heart projects on the screen?”

His hand went to the back of her neck, under her hair, just as before. She felt his head nodding yes, but then he didn’t say anything.

Somehow, she knew exactly what he could see, and she understood why he hadn’t said anything.

A man comes home late, after a long night working. A young woman is taking chilled fruit and something to drink out of the refrigerator. Although he is handsome enough, she’s far too beautiful for him. He's tired, but a look passes through his features when he sees her. His eyes remind her of luminous birds flying in circles around their nest. He puts his arms around her before she has a chance to set everything down. He’s afraid he’s too old and badged with too many scars for her. She’s afraid to reveal all the scars she has inside. It’s enough for her to know their scars are the only equalizers. People who know them think she’s a little sheltered, but cute and perky and overly devoted. She smiles and plays along. His cabled arms tighten around her body and everything slips out of her hands. Everywhere he steps, another city burns to the ground.

The ashes blow out to sea.