Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2000 01:39:58 EST
From: LaelSt@aol.com
Subject: Vacation Seduction, Part 4

This is an entirely fictional story (more's the pity!) and has no relation to
any real person, place or event. I hope to continue the story for a long
time. By all means, email me with comments at LaelSt@aol.com or contact me at
ICQ #11938988. I have throughly enjoyed those I have received and look
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Thanks,
 Lael Stalnaker


  While I spit out salt water, I looked down through
the clear water between my slowly kicking legs. Deep
down below I could see a gray swimming form. Jules was
also staring down into the water. Then he glanced over
to me. Then he looked out past my shoulder to where
the majority still swam and played. To all
appearances, they were ignoring us. I looked back down
but the gray form was gone. Abruptly, Jules was
suddenly in my arms. There was a whistle and a click
from behind him. Jules eyes got very big.

"Ummmm... I just got pushed into you, Dakota." He
whispers.

"Wow! Just be still and see what happens now," I
answer.

  About 5yards from us a form rises from the water and
becomes almost motionless. These very bright eyes look
at both of us as the dolphin's head turns from side to
side. It seems that he (she?) can't believe what s/he
is seeing. Well, I wanted to see a dolphin up close.
Careful what ya wish for! If I didn't have a hold of
Jules, I wouldn't believe that I was really here. A
flip of a tail and the dolphin submerges.

  Because we are no longer treading water, a new
problem comes up. Well, I mean down. I am pulling
Jules down with me. Damn my lack of buoyancy! I
release Jules. He immediately begins to rise back up.
I, in the mean time, start sinking faster. My eyes
begin to burn with the salt water. I shut them.
Fortunately, I had taken a deep breath at the first
sign of sinking. There is that cool rubbery feeling as
the dolphin brushes against my side. I pop my eyes
open for a second and then shut them again. The
dolphin is nose to nose with me. I reach out my hand
blindly. Its nose taps my hand and then retreats. I
open my eyes again briefly. The dolphin has backed
away. I can see Jules feet above me, barely gently
kicking. Just enough to keep him upright in the water.
As I look back toward the dolphin, it flashes down to
the sandy bottom 30 feet below. God, it moves so fast!

  I am kinda stationary, about 5 feet under the
surface.  The dolphin comes up below my dangling feet
and pushes them with the top of its head. The force is
actually very strong, but no real impact. I rise
rapidly, breaching the surface. As my head breaks
through, the dolphin's head leaves my feet. It streaks
away from us back toward the main group. The pod is
still a long ways off. They have moved further away.
Our curious one reaches them and pushes itself up into
the sky. It's a magnificent leap. When it comes back
to the surface, I can see it facing our way. Excited
chirps and whistles travel across the water to us. I
whistle back at him. Why male? I don't know. Just the
impression I had. He seems much larger than most of
his pod. Swimming closer to Jules, I point back to the
reef we climbed earlier. He nods and swims in. I
follow.

  As we climb out of the water, our fellow edges
closer to his pod for a moment. He then races through
the water back toward us. I have heard that
occasionally, single dolphins, usually male, get
curious about humans. They will actually seek out
encounters and contact. It seems that we are the lucky
recipients off such an encounter this time. He stops
about 15 feet away from the reef and whistles at us.
It's an amazing sight to see. His head sticking out of
the water waving from side to side as he whistles,
clicks, chirps and clacks. I carefully sit myself down
onto the coral with my feet dangling into the water.
Not the most comfortable place to plant my rear, but
hey, its all I got to work with. He watches us without
changing his relative position to us. Jules comes up
behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders. We both
watch him as he watches us.

  It seems like forever before any of us move.
Abruptly, I sneeze. The dolphin scoots back further
away from us and chirps again. I put my legs together
and kick them upwards. The splash seems to excite him.
He rolls to his side and smacks a flipper down, really
hard. The splash he makes reaches about halfway to us.
When I don't do anything else interesting, he blasts
some air from his blowhole and dives. That almost
sounded derisive! We can see him down on the sandy
seabed, snout plowing through it. Suddenly, a fish
flounders up from the sand and snap! its eaten. The
dolphin swims off, apparently done with us. I look up
at Jules and grin.

  Most of the afternoon has passed with us out on the
reef watching the dolphins. Occasionally, our curious
one would come about half way and watch us for a
while. We decide that if he is still here tomorrow, we
would name him Triton. What a glorious day this has
been. We swim back to shore with the sun setting at
our back. The sky has turned all peach and orange.
Twilight moves in as we reach the deck. I still can't
believe that we had such good fortune today. It's as
if this trip is meant to live forever in our memories.
I know it will in mine. Makes me wish that I had taken
more marine biology classes during college. I took
some of the basic courses but ended up elsewhere
somehow. Anthropology is where I ended up, minoring in
gay studies. Still grumble a bit that it is not yet
something that can be majored in. Oh well, progress is
always slow.

  We shower quickly, ravenous hunger keeping us from
getting too frisky. The stars have finally come out
while we are eating dinner. Jules points out the
constellation Phoenix for me. He knows that it is a
myth that I have always loved. The thought of dying
and returning again newborn fascinates me. The stars
seem brighter tonight. Their glittering light is so
sharp and clear. The moon comes up over the horizon. I
watch the surf and smoke as Jules clears away the
dishes. The waves roll up onto the sand, then retreat
once more. Words flash through my head as I think
about last night's joy. I stub out the cigarette in
the shell we've been using as an ashtray. Kissing
Jules on the cheek, I go in the house to the master
bedroom.  On my nightstand is a tablet of notepaper
with a pen that I keep for writing down my dreams and
thoughts.

 I scribble down the words that have formed themselves
in my mind. I look it over and smile. It fits my mood.
I haven't done this for someone else in an age. I read
it one more time:

Fantasy's Cycle
---------------

One person
Dreams while
Looking within,
Hidden meanings,
Heart's desire

Two people
Bring alive
That dreamed,
Impossible fancies,
Made real

Fantasy awakens
Erotic designs
That flourish,
Two entwined,
Love embodied

Soul's wish
Granted by
Another's grace,
Never ending,
Hearts' Content


I sign it, "Love Dakota", and fold it in half. Jules
is out on the deck, stargazing while he smokes. The
only time either of us actually smokes is after
dinner. It's relaxing. Also, by mutual agreement, we
only smoke on the deck. It keeps the house from
getting a bit odorous.  I keep the paper in my hand
and slide my arms around his neck from behind. I
flutter the paper to get his attention. He looks down
and takes it from my fingers. He leans back into me
and unfolds it. The moonlight is bright enough to read
my broad pen strokes. He scans the words and then
rereads them more slowly.

  He shivers against me and turns in my arms. His lips
press against my chest and his arms encircle my waist.
He then looks up and gives me that endearing lopsided
smile of his. I can see that his eyes have filmed over
with unshed tears. He locks his gaze on mine. Emotions
run across his face rapidly. Happiness, love, and
curiosity all run their course before he speaks.

"Did you just write this tonight, Dakota?" he asks
softly. The way he says my name always sends an erotic
shiver up my spine. Happened the first time and ever
since.

"Yes," I answer.

"How come you never told me you wrote poetry, and such
beautiful ones, at that?" he asked with a raised
eyebrow. His face is so expressive.

"I don't write much anymore. I guess I got out of the
habit. Couldn't resist tonight though. It needed to be
written. Only for you, only from me," I respond.

  His hands reach the small of my back and draw me
closer to him. He is sitting on one of the extra wide
rattan high-backed chairs. I had come at him from the
side while he had his legs over the armrest. Now his
feet were on the deck and I am standing in front of
him. He pulled me close by the small of my back and
traced the outlines of my stomach muscles with the tip
of his talented tongue. My head kind of falls back and
I watch the stars overhead. Shivers are coursing
through me. He takes his time, making sure every patch
of skin on my torso receives its share of loving
attention. The feeling is incredible. He pulls me
forward until I am kneeling on the seat of the chair
with my legs against its back, straddling his thighs.
His mouth feels so hot against my skin. His hands
knead the muscles of my backside as he works on
arousing me. I can feel the blood leaving my heart and
head, filling other parts of my body rapidly. He
certainly has figured out how to turn me on in a
hurry.

  I put my hands to his face and lift it up to mine.
Naturally, I scooch my back down to make up the height
difference due to our relative positions. Turning my
head slightly, I kiss the bridge of his nose. He
continues to squeeze my backside. His eyes are shut as
we kiss deeply. His tongue brushes lightly against
mine. His hands trail up my sides until they are under
my arms. His pecs bulge as he stands up, holding me to
him by my armpits. I wrap my legs around his waist.
Damn, this man is strong. He just holds me against his
body for a few seconds. His erection brushes against
my underside as he turns and places me on the chair
cushion he just vacated with my legs over either
armrest. That leaves me quite exposed in a way he
obviously wants. He kneels between my legs. His warm
hands caress my inner thighs as his face leans in and
his tongue comes out. He spit bathes my entire groin.
I grip the armrests under my legs with iron fingers.

    With the surf pounding in the background, I let go
of all outer senses. Only the inner ones matter right
now. His mouth has found my erection and is teasing
it. He nibbles ever so faintly at the underside. His
tongue wraps partly around it and slides up and down.
He pulls down my scrotum with the tips of his fingers
and massages the shapes within. Now he engulfs me with
his hot mouth. My body shudders with need for him.
Jules' head bobs up and down for a while and then he
comes off of me. He traces the underside downward with
his tongue again. It feels like my entire body is
concentrated in my groin now. Jules licks at the
underside of my scrotum and keeps going downward. I
almost break the arms of the chair from my grip as his
tongue enters me. The wave of electricity causes most
of my muscles to spasm. Jules' hands find my hips and
pull me hard against him. I know that sound has to be
me moaning.

  After an eternity of pulse after pulse of shockwaves
through my body, he stops. I moan some more. Jules
lifts me toward him and I feel him push his erection
against my spit lubed opening. I relax as he thrusts
against it. It doesn't hurt as much or as long this
time as before. My head spins as he begins to pound
into me as hard as he can. My breath comes in little
gasps with each impact. I throw my head back against
the hard wicker. The stars seem to revolve directly
overhead. He spits into his hand and begins to stroke
my erection in time to his thrusts.  My entire nervous
system feels like it is on fire, yet cold as ice at
the same time. He leans into me and sucks at my out
thrust neck. It's too much. I splash all over his
chest and mine. The contractions of my inner muscles
bring him over the edge at the same time. His hot
fluids flood me. A whole new feeling comes with the
flood. He is lubricated better now and slips in and
out more easily. Jules moans against the skin of my
neck.

"God, I never have felt this way before, Dakota," he
murmurs.

  He lies against me, supported by the chair for a
long time after. I absolutely love the feeling of
having him still inside of me after he releases. It is
like being one entity. The sense of me becomes we. I
really don't know how to explain it better. I just
don't ever want him to withdraw. What an image that
makes. I giggle a little and he lifts his head from my
chest with a look of inquiry in his eyes.

"Just an image of us stuck together like this for the
rest of our lives," I whisper into his ear. Then I
lick it.

  He chuckles and puts his head back on my chest. I
can tell that he is listening to my heartbeat. The
moonlight catches the highlights in his hair as I kiss
the top of his head. I still think he looks like a
Greek god come down from Mount Olympus. What good deed
have I done to have caught the fancy of such a man? We
match so well, in so many ways. Hope he feels the same
about me. Our meeting had been such pure chance. I
don't think I have mentioned that before. We both had
been in line to get tickets for a movie. The Matrix,
if I remember right. I had gone to see it by myself.
He had a friend with him. A woman in fact. Turns out
she's his best friend. Lucky me. I had taken a step
backwards to avoid getting knocked over by a pair of
skaters. Backed right into him. He was so charming
about it. Our eyes locked and spoke lifetimes worth in
20 seconds. I offered to make amends after the movie
by taking them both to have coffee. He accepted, she
had to get home. Again, lucky me. The memory warms me
as my fingers entwine in his hair. It is soft and
silky, but thick. My other hand strokes his backside
lazily. Such firm muscles.

  After a while, we reluctantly separate into two
again. What a mess we have made! Shower time again.
Jules decides during our rinse off to remedy that
which he has caused to arouse. He pushes me back
against the tile wall and goes back to his knees
again. He swallows me whole. This time he refuses to
let up or off until he has sucked every last drop I
have to give out of me. The water droplets along his
body shine with the overhead light. His hair has
darkened considerably with the wetness. I grant his
wish. We finish up and just stand locked in each
other's arms and lips for a while with the warm water
pattering against our skin.

  I take a little longer to dry off than he does.
Jules goes back to the deck for minute and then
returns. He has the poem in his hand. He also has the
most angelic smile on his face as he rereads while
walking back to the bedroom. He tucks it into his
suitcase and climbs onto the bed with me. It's still
too hot for even a sheet over us. I snuggle into his
side at the same time he throws and arm and leg over
me. God, I am exhausted! When he yawns widely, I
realize that he is too. Two perfect days in a row.
Who'd thought it possible? I try to burrow even closer
against my Adonis. My eyes fall shut slowly and night
claims us both.
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So ends Part 4. Yes, I have Part 5 already in mind.