Scenario: by Angelpie, 6.2.02
We
throw our shoes in the corner and run up the stairs.
All our goodies stuffed into my straw bag.
Apolo is carrying our boogie boards.
I love the beach. We
open the blue door.
Turquoise blue water for miles. On the beach, Apolo is sitting between my legs. I trace letters on his bare back, as he tries to form my nasty thoughts into complete sentences.
“Baby, what in the fuck does ‘fork me lliferous’ mean?” Apolo asks.
“That’s ‘fuck me crazy,’ you dork!” I laugh.
“Oh. Ok,” he giggles.
He pulls my leg up and slurps on the instep of my foot. He plays with my toes, twisting all the rings. He turns around on his knees and faces me. His hands on my shoulders pushing me down into the sand. He holds his head right above my stomach, tickling me with his half braided hair. I grab his right hand and bring it closer to my face. His left hand goes on a mission of its own. I survey his palm. I trace his lifeline with my nail. My grandma’s ring sparkles in the sun. I suck each of his perfect fingers. Enjoying the popping sound each time he pulls his finger out of my mouth. He tastes of salt water and cocoa butter.
He
shifts in the sand. His left
hand finally finds its way into my bikini.
He moves onto his side resting on his elbow. He smiles as a tiny
little moan escapes my lips. I place my hand over the top of his and guide the movement of
his hand. How perfect to have
a lover who knows how hard, how soft, how fast.
When
I’m weak I draw strength from you. And when you’re lost I know how to
change your mood. And when I’m down you breath life over me.
Lying in the sun always makes me cum fast. He pulls his hand away and moves to my belly, tracing spirals. He takes my hand and guides it inside his shorts.
I pull my hand back. He looks up at me with his furrowed brow and says, “C’mon baby.”
I say, “I want to finish your hair. Besides you owed me from last night.”
“Oh yeah,” he says.
He flops back down onto the blanket. He is throwing rocks into the water.
“Hey would you sit still so I can finish braiding your damn head?” I tug extra hard.
“Ouch!”
“Ooo, baby, I’m so sorry,” I coo.
I lean against him pressing my breasts into the silky smoothness of his back. He trails his hands along the outside of my legs.
“Hey, I know what will keep you entertained,” I say. I rummage around in the big straw bag and pull out some nail polish.
“Here, you can paint my toes.”
“Huh? Umm, really?”
“What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever painted a girls toes before?”
“No.”
“It’s easy,” I say as I shake up the bottle.
“Besides if you do I’ll…” whispering into his ear. He pulls his head away.
“Oh my God Apolo! You’re blushing.”
“I haven’t ever done that, either,” he says.
We both laugh. He paints while I finished braiding.
“Ok baby, all done,” Apolo says as he holds up my foot so I can see his handiwork, his natural cocksure attitude shining through.
“Not bad,” I say.
“Well, ya' know, I saw ‘em do it at the salon once or twice.”
I finished the last braid. Right at my favorite spot I lick his neck and watch as the gooseflesh crawls down his arms.
“Are
you going to finish what you started this time?”Apolo asks with a touch
of annoyance.
“Baby, sex isn’t always about penetration. How many times do I have to say that to you?”
“Just relax. We are out here in the middle of nowhere. It’s hot, your hot, I’m hot for you,” I say as I slide my hand under the elastic band of his trunks in search of island treasure.
I soon find that which I am seeking. Oh good, the natives are stirring. I slide my hand down the length of him. He is powerful in my hand. He has power over me.
Apolo kisses the mole between my breasts and winds his way up my neck, stopping to suck on my earlobes. He trails his lips lightly across to my mouth. His kiss is deep and searching. I answer with the intensity that boils low inside me. We break apart. Hesitant, a little awkward, almost shy. I bust the moment by baiting him with, “I bet I can beat your ass to the water.”
“You’re on!” Apolo stumbles as he realizes his trunks are still halfway down his thighs. “Fuck!” he yells laughing.
I am already in the water laughing. He is pulling his trunks up, as he is hopping and stumbling to get to the water. He crashes into the water and pulls me down on top of him.
“You knew I forgot, didn’t you?” he accuses.
“What, do you think?” I say returning the accusation.
He splashes water in my face. I laugh, giving him a watery raspberry on his belly.
We
begin to float on the cool blue water.
I rest on him like a divine air mattress.
Our arms outstretched, crucified together on a cross.
He feels so good beneath me. I’m
merely with you. I’m merely with you . . . We are each other’s
destiny.
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