BY: R/Dave (C) 1999
She was waiting with a radiant smile and a hopeful heart, and he greeted her with a sensual kiss as she slid across the seat next to him. The older model sedan, with its finely tuned engine purred through the gentle curves of the coastal highway, transporting them from the lunacy of the city into a world of peace. Rick was a gentle man, bound by traditions and self-imposed disciplines; he would not settle for failure, nor tolerate resignation. Focused yet reasonable, he was swiftly promoted to a management position, and quickly won the support of his peers and subordinates alike with his impartial leadership. Rhonda, on the other hand, was a struggling artist; brilliant yet indecisive. She had completed her studies at one of the finest institutes, and could create acrylics of show quality. But she was unable to effectively control her impulsiveness and was often unable to complete even the simplest artistic designs. She deeply respected her companion, and the quiet decisive manner in which he acted. On the other hand, he deeply treasured the impulsive nature of her personality, gifted with the ability to transform his seriousness into laughter. They were a study in contrasts, bound by devotion and dependence, growing ever closer to a lifetime commitment.
As he slowed for the upcoming curve, Rick spied a semi-hidden alcove of trees, and guided the vehicle into the only parking spot available. Before he could kill the motor, she gave him an impish wink and bolted out the door towards the white sands and thundering surf. Unfamiliar with this particular area, Rick paused to survey his surroundings, and secure the car completely before moving to the ice chest stored in the trunk. He realized it would take two trips as he lifted the chest by its two handles over the lip of the trunk and down onto the sandy pavement. Looking down at the spectacular waves, he tried to memorize the vision of her frail figure bouncing from wave to wave, squealing in delight at the force of the water crashed about her. To his surprise, it appeared as if the beach was completely deserted and he lifted the chest up to his shoulders and marched down next to small growth of prickly shrubs, where she grabbed him from behind, and playfully bit his neck; dashing back into the waves before he could turn to embrace her. The second trip with his backpack, her beach bag, and the boom box was somewhat easier, although he still needed to pause to catch his breath before joining his lady.
From the moment she first cited him in the market, she longed for the opportunity to share her intimacies with him. She loved his kind dark eyes and ruddy complexion, the muscular frame, and his small hips supporting his tightly muscled rear. In her mindsí eye, he was the living image of Adonis. Less mystical but equally intense, Rick loved her flowing blond hair and crystal blue eyes, her long lanky figure with her tiny breasts, her gently contoured waist, and her full rich lips that silently begged to be kissed. But the real treasures for Rick were hidden beneath her string bikini, where two small pink nipples bounced atop creamy smooth mounds, and two small lips of light pink flesh concealed the tightest and best conditioned vagina he could ever imagine. She was a sexual being; wherein the slightest touch could arouse her into wild abandon, initiating hours of passionate lovemaking that would only terminate with exhaustion. Although he was the stabilizing factor in their relationship, he was often swept away with her passion and creativity, mindless to everything but her soft rhythm and passionate sighs.
Slipping his cut-offs down his well-toned legs, he sprinted into the surf, diving under the rushing water to grasp her legs from behind and pull her off balance. She shrieked and kicked at him, laughing with wild abandon at the overwhelming experience of love and life. Releasing his grip, he surged to the surface to be met with her open arms. Almost instantly, they were rolling together in a passionate embrace; the surf exploding over their wet skin sending a shower of droplets high into the air. Soon passion became their only motivation, and they bolted from the water to the privacy of some nearby shrubs. Once the blanket was spread over the warm sand, Rick deftly untied the two laces that secured her tiny swimsuit and watched it slide from her pristine figure. Feasting on her nakedness, he let his eyes drift from the gentle contours of her neck, down to her fully erect nipples that gently rose and fell with her every breath, across her smooth flat tummy and down to the slight tuft of blond hair above the rapidly reddening flesh surrounding her love canal. He could clearly see the blue veins embedded in her soft skin, and began to gently trace their paths as they wound around the recesses of her body.
No longer aware of anything but his virility, Rhonda pushed him over on his back and began her sensual examination of her lovers assets. Although she found his manly chest and small waist exciting, it was his manhood that brought her the greatest amount of sensual pleasure. She loved to stimulate the soft organ, watching it rise to its full potential complete with bulging veins, rigid scrotum, and dramatic color changes, only to apply pressure just below the throbbing head; and send it back into its flaccid state. She also loved to gently stimulate the skin around base of his glans; the flap was just the right size to roll into a tight curl and nibble gently. She loved to stimulate him; watching the individual she so greatly respected change into her lover, responding to her every need and desire. The very thought of his penetration would bring her to an orgasm, and she knew that he held the keys of her sexuality. She began to nibble at the slight bulges in his erect organ, watching the throbbing glans change shape in preparation of his upcoming release. Just as he felt her bring him to the edge, he quickly withdrew and rolled over to hopefully give her all the pleasure she could withstand.
Beginning at the gently rounds of her neck, he began to kiss every pore of her delicate skin, pausing when she showed the slightest indication of arousal, only to resume in the same area as soon as her breath returned to normal. Using the rough part of his tongue to lick the skin he had sucked into his mouth, he moved further down her torso and into the dull red passages of her sexuality, now gently quivering from his administrations. Focusing on her rigid clitoris, he drew the bud and adjoining skin fully into his mouth, and began to suck the residual dew into his throat, while continually stimulating her with deep circular motions of his tongue. She began to moan softly, running her fingers through his dark hair, and occasionally arching her back spasmodically. He tasted the continual flood of her erotic dew now flowing freely from her love canal, and knew that she would soon loose control over her beautiful body.
Gently pulling his head away from her sexuality, she reached down to fondle his rigid organ, knowing that she really needed to experience the feel of his manhood deep within her. Assuring that any residual sand was brushed away using gently strokes of her hand, she guided him into her, and felt the gentle pressure of his silky organ penetrating the intimate recesses of her being. He slowly began to gently thrust his hips into full contact with hers; her clitoris continually in contact with his pubis. It was then he first felt the little nip on one of the bulges of his scrotum. He withdrew suddenly, looking down at their enmeshed pubic hair trying to find the culprit. Rhonda shrieked a moment later, feeling a gently pinch near her anus. Rick felt another pinch on the inside of his thigh, only this time he was able to see the baby crab drop into the sand and scurry into a tiny hole. Rick gently lifted his lover to her feet, and helped her brush away the sand and the tiny sand crabs. They both laughed at the interruption and kissed each other gently.
Rick started to pull away, but Rhonda tightened her embrace; pulling him back to her beautiful body, and planting a full rich kiss on his lips. There was an impish look on her face again as she pulled him back down on top of her, and reached down to once again caress his manhood and guide its fullness back into her moist canal. His surprised look was soon replaced by sensual abandon, as he, once again began to slowly add gently thrust his hips against hers. This time, when the first crab nibbled at their sexuality, they barely flinched and maintained the gentle rhythm of their lovemaking. Soon Rhonda was moving her hips in perfect rhythm with his, maintain continual contact with his pubis while constricting her vaginal muscles to caress his throbbing organ internally. Although the nibbles became more frequent now, both lovers became impervious to any pain, and began to enjoy the intense stimulation these tiny creatures brought to their genital areas.
After what seemed to be only a few moments of copulation, they both ascended past their plateaus, and held each other tightly as their bodies responded in an orgasmic frenzy. She shrieked and spasmodically constricted the walls of her love canal, tightly embracing his manhood, as he forced his warm essence into her quivering womb. Rhonda continued to spasm uncontrollably, reaching higher plateaus with every spasm until her arms and legs were so tightly locked around his body that Rick had to fight for breath. Gaining his composure first, he wrestled himself from her embrace, now aware that her grip was so tight that she had significantly reduced the flow of blood to her hands and feet. In a panic, he began to message her extremities, which only contributed to her arousal, and soon she was rubbing her saturated genitals against his thigh with another orgasm. Wiser now, he gently lifted her shaking body into his arms and carried her down into the surf, allowing the water to awaken her senses. After a few moments, she opened her glazed eyes and looked at him in total surrender.
It was then he proposed and she accepted. He sat down in the surging water with her petite form still in his arms, and held her firmly while they both wept with tears of joy. It wasnít until the sun had settled beyond the horizon, and the cool evening breeze brought chills that they finally got dressed, and shared the burden of returning the still full ice chest to the car. Once their possessions were secured and they were safely nestled in the car seat, they turned to gaze into one an othersí eyes and embraced each other in mutual fulfillment. So intense was their embrace, and so overwhelming was their mutual love, that neither cared to separate and they fell asleep, still locked in each others arms. The morning light brought them gently back to reality, and they capitalized on its warmth to enjoy an early morning swim.
It wasnít until they arrived back at her apartment, that Rick found the little crab still clinging to the webbing inside his swim suit. He had the carcass preserved in clear plastic and surrounded with precious stones to form a beautiful necklace which he gave to his bride on their wedding night. And although many thought it was peculiar, the newlyweds spent their honeymoon at the same beach where he had proposed, and made a yearly vigil on their anniversary to feel the gentle pinches of their silent partners.