Sands of Time
Our trip to the Caribbean was planned for our 20th anniversary. With a couple of kids who were old enough to take care of themselves for a while, Sue and I left for the warm weather and sandy beaches. We also left for the fulfillment of a wish. That wish came true in ways I could not have anticipated.
When we were dating, the days of rock festivals was already passing, but you could still catch a screening of Woodstock on campus. We both loved the music, of course, yet I was enthralled by more than that. I could not get the skinny dipping scenes out of my mind. Sue would tease me about my fascination with this idea, and she would claim that she would gladly strip off and jump in the water with me. The problem was that we were so land-locked. No ocean for hundreds of miles, no lakes with open beaches within three states, no secret swimming holes that anyone had ever heard of.
My suggestion for this trip met with mixed feelings from my no longer young, teasing lover. She liked the idea of getting away to someplace warm, someplace new to us. And she liked the idea of being on our own and catching up on some romance that we had let slip away in the rush of jobs and kids. And she then caught on to the fact that I was pushing for a stay at a resort with a “clothing-optional” beach.
“Still got the hippie fantasy, don’t you?”
“Why not? We’re not so old.”
“You think I’d look okay in the nude on a beach?” As she asked this in our bedroom, she was undressing to put on her nightgown.
“I think you’d look great in the nude anywhere.” I wasn’t lying. At 41, she still had her slim figure, which included her small breasts that showed no sag. Small breasts always appealed to me, and this was another feature in their favor.
“So why a beach? You want other men to see me? Or is it that you want to see the other women?” Although I had to admit that the prospect of other bodies to look at was a nice one, I kept my eyes on her as she took off her clothes and then held her close when she was naked. “I’m the one who wants to see you. And at the beach, even though there won’t be a rock festival nearby, it will be like I’m seeing you twenty years ago.”
Sue liked that, and she said, “Well, there better not be anyone we know either.” When she said nothing else, I assumed she was okay with me making the reservations.
As the day to depart drew nearer, though, she asked me more about the resort, especially about the “optional” in “clothing optional.”
“Not everyone will be nude, right? There’ll be people with their swimsuits on?”
“I don’t know. I guess so. Maybe some women go topless, and that’s it, but I don’t know. I’ve never been there.”
“Hmmm. Well, I just don’t want to be forced into anything. And we leave the camera at home, okay?”
“Okay.”
Again, I wasn’t lying. I didn’t want to force her into baring herself on the beach. I was just hoping that she would do it because she wanted to do something daring, and because she didn’t care if other men saw her body. And because it would drive me wild with desire for her.
Finally the day came, and a coincidence in the airport may have given her self-esteem a timely boost. We were in the departure gate area, and Sue was looking at the departure/arrival monitors. Dressed in a pair of jeans and pastel pull-over, she might have resembled any number of women, but as it turned out, she resembled the right one.
A young man came from behind her, stood next to her, put his arm across her back and rested his hand on her hip. He spoke only a few words before he realized his mistake.
“I’m sorry—I thought—I mean, my wife is dressed just like you and—.”
“No harm done, but how did you know my name is Sue?”
“I didn’t. I mean, my wife’s name is Suzanne, or Suzi for short.”
I was just walking up at this point, and Suzi was coming towards us too. He was right. Suzi was dressed just like Sue was, and more, when I looked at her, I was seeing Sue from years ago, the lover I took to the movies. The same hair color, the same height, the same figure. Just not the same age, although Sue must have liked being taken for so much younger.
We quickly got the introductions straight. Suzi started, “Hi, my name is Suzi, and I think you have met Rick here.”
“Yes, we just bumped into each other. I’m Sue, and this is my husband, Ed.”
We went on talking in the way that people talk when in airports, and I suppose we shouldn’t have been surprised to learn we were getting on the same plane. After all, no other gates at this end of the concourse were open.
On the plane, because of the open seating, we could sit across the aisle from each other. Sue learned that they were celebrating an anniversary also, their third. Given the fact that Rick and I were at opposite windows, we couldn’t talk like our wives were. He read the airline magazine, and I closed my eyes and imagined the beach, the sunlight and the way it would look on my wife’s breasts or in her pubic hair.
When we landed, I suppose we shouldn’t have been surprised again that the four of us got on the same bus headed for the same resort. I didn’t know about Rick, but my first thought was that I might get to see Suzi naked, to see if she and Sue were entirely similar in appearance. And then I had another thought. What if Sue thinks we know Rick and Suzi too well? What if having them around makes her unwilling to take off her bikini?
At the resort, we were met by Marisol, a thirty-something woman who looked like she belonged on the islands. With Reggie, her husband, the two of them more or less managed the staff and kept the place running so that guests would have no wants or needs ignored. This attentive management style meant that Marisol rearranged some room assignments so that the four of us could be next door to each other. Marisol simply assumed we were related because Sue and Suzi had such a resemblance.
The rooms were actually more like little duplex huts. A common veranda ran between our room and one other room like ours, the room given to Rick and Suzi. In the little courtyard between our hut and the one across from us, we could also see open showers. These were obviously meant for rinsing off the sand.
Our room had a large bed with a canopy and gauzy curtain, a private bath, and a lovely view through an expansive window and across the veranda. Looking out, we could see another hut like ours and then the beach beyond. Just as we were unpacking, we could also see a young couple using one of the showers. I don’t know if they were rinsing off any sand. I was too struck by the fact that they were nude. The man was tall and lanky, and the woman had very large breasts.
Sue poked me in the side. “If I can guess what you’re thinking, no, I don’t need a shower to freshen up right now.”
Unsure what to do or suggest next, I went out on the veranda to sit. The couple was gone, and Rick and Suzi were coming out too. Sue joined us soon. No one mentioned the couple in the shower. We talked about nothing in particular, and despite the anxious sense that I think we all shared, I felt that I was getting to know them better.
In fact, the more I heard Suzi talk, the more she sounded like Sue. It was uncanny the way that Suzi’s reticence matched Sue’s. As we talked, I gathered from hints in Rick’s conversation that his wife shared Sue’s feelings, sometimes teasing Rick, agreeing to go skinny dipping, and sometimes thinking she could never go through with it. Well, they were in their twenties, I thought. I hoped they weren’t already needing time to recover the romance in their lives.
At the desk where we checked in, Suzi had picked up some brochures, and now she suggested a trip to the village. Sue had looked at information about the village on the resort’s website, because she probably wanted to have alternative activities, so she seconded Suzi’s idea. I didn’t object. No sense in pushing it so soon.
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So off to the village we went. It was pretty, and the shops had good pieces by local artists. Some pottery we found caught the attention of our wives. It turns out Suzi had taken a class, just as Sue had years ago. Both liked the relaxation they felt in the wet clay on the wheel. I was aware of the similarities that kept popping up between the two, but my mind was elsewhere, on other possible similarities.
When we returned to our hut, we had about an hour before dinner. Still wondering how I could suggest the beach, I was pleasantly surprised to hear Suzi suggest the very thing.
“Anyone ready for a dip in the sea?”
Sue looked at me and replied, “That seems to be the main attraction here. I guess we have time to check it out before the sun gets too low. Maybe we’ll have it to ourselves this late in the day.” I knew that last comment was her way of telling herself that it might not be so bad at the beach.
So we went into our room to change, and we met Suzi and Rick minutes later on the veranda. I was pleased to see that Suzi’s bikini matched Sue’s: not too brief, but small enough to show off their slender forms.
The walk to the beach was short, but my heart was pounding after the brief time. As Sue predicted, not many people remained. We passed only one couple near the huts, an older man in trunks with a topless trophy wife. The few others who were still sunning themselves were further down the beach, and we did not venture that far. Even so, I could tell that, only a hundred yards away, there were nude people.
Suzi broke the silence. “Sue, was Ed the one who suggested this resort?”
“Well, it wasn’t my first choice, but here I am anyway.” She was looking down the way toward the nude sunbathers.
“I have to admit that I wasn’t sure about such a place either, so Rick and I worked out a little compromise. I don’t know how you guys feel about this ‘clothing optional’ business, but you can join us if you want.”
“Join you how? What’s the compromise?”
Suzi held up a basket she pulled from her bag. It had a rope and a weighted block attached. “I told Rick I’d take my top off out in the water if he’d let me bring this along. It’s a basket for holding your swimsuit, and this block keeps it from floating away. Just put your suit in and snap the thing shut.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Sue replied. It wasn’t what I was dreaming about all these years, but it was better than shopping in the village.
Rick said to me, “I think the ladies are trying to say we’re a couple of dirty dogs.” Looking down the way, he added, “You see any dirty dogs down there?”
“Nope,” I laughed.
Sue said, “Well, you guys don’t have to use the basket if you don’t want to. Suzi and I can wait while you guys take your suits off.” Neither of us made a move. “That’s what I thought,” Suzi said, and she started to walk toward the water.
All of us went together then. The sea was a bit rough that day, and the surf had clouded the water somewhat. When we got far enough out that the women were under water up to their necks, Suzi dropped the weight. Sue and I moved back to give them a little space. Sure enough, Rick reached under water and quickly had his trunks in his hands. Suzi was turned away slightly as she untied her top and slipped it off. The sight of her bare neck and shoulders was intensely exciting to me.
The two of them swam off a little after putting their pieces in the basket. Sue and I took our turn. Like Rick, I quickly had my suit off. Looking down, I could see my penis bobbing up, and the buoyancy felt wonderful. Sue smirked at me as she removed her top, careful to stay below the water level. I was about to snap the basket shut when she stopped me.
“You wanted this too, I think.” She had her bikini bottoms in her hand and placed it in the basket. Now looking down, I could barely tell she was naked. The light reflecting off the water and the stirred up sand and silt obscured the view. I could occasionally get a quick sense of a dark nipple or the wedge of hair between her legs.
Suzi and Rick swam nearer, but not too close. If I could stare longer, I knew I would be able to see more, more of Suzi and more of Sue too. It may sound strange. I wanted to see Suzi’s breasts, sure, but I wanted to see my wife’s nudity as much if not more.
Wouldn’t you know it, when the waves and light were suddenly right for a second, I got a fleeting glimpse of Rick’s erection, which made me aware of my own erection and the possibility that Suzi would be able to see it. I didn’t want her to think I was out of line.
I didn’t need to worry. Sue was next to me and felt my penis against her. “I think Ed is having a good time.”
Suzi’s hands were under the water. “Same goes for Rick.”
“Well, we can be glad that we’re such good wives who make husbands’ wishes come true.” And the two of them laughed.
Suzi’s giggling caused her to forget herself briefly, and she bounced up with a wave, allowing a quick glimpse of her breasts. They were Sue’s breasts on another woman, the same B-cup size and conical shape, the same burgundy colored nipples. Rick noticed the show I got and seemed happy for her breasts to be seen. We swam around for a while, laughed and enjoyed the sensations, and caught nothing more that uncertain sights of each other’s bodies.
At least until we were getting ready to get out of the water. Rick and Suzi were already making their way to the beach, and Sue had carefully put her bottoms back on, but the waves were making it difficult to handle the strings of her top. Rick turned to look just as a wave knocked Sue forward, so he saw her when she stood and steadied herself for just a moment with her breasts out of the water. His smile showed that he appreciated the sight. My erection made it very difficult for me to dress again too.
Sue knew she had been seen. “Did you like that?” I took her hand and placed it on the front of my trunks. “That answers that,” she said. “If letting another man see my breasts does that to you, I could make these next few days quite a strain for you.”
I smiled. “Try me. Please.”
Sue smiled too, and I was happy to see that she wasn’t upset about being topless in front of Rick.
We all rinsed off in the shower by our hut, suits on, though. After dressing, we met our new friends on the veranda and went to dinner. The food was good. We saw Marisol there, making everyone feel welcome. She told us about a regular exercise and stretching session she led on Wednesday mornings, which would be in a couple of days. “I hope you’ll join me there.” Sue liked the idea.
After we ate, a couple hours passed in walking along the beach. Even I had to admit the atmosphere was romantic when Sue said, “You see, the waves, the moon, the stars. Even with clothes on, this beach puts you in a mood.”
“Are you guys tired?” Rick asked. I thought he was hinting that it was time to retire so that he could be alone with Suzi. Then he added, “If you’re staying up for awhile, why not get comfortable and sit with us on the veranda? We can have some drinks and take in all this moon and mood.”
Sue laughed and said, “Sounds fun.”
Back in our room, though, Sue wondered, “What do you suppose Rick meant by ‘get comfortable’? Did you guys discuss this?”
“I didn’t plan anything with him. Want me to check?” I went out on the veranda, but noticed right away that the lights were out in their room. It surprised me then when Suzi came out their open door. She was wearing small panties and a loose, satiny camisole. She saw me and said, “What are you waiting for? Go get into something comfortable.”
I told Sue what I saw. “You know what I brought along to sleep in,” she replied. “Want me to wear that?”
She was referring to a sheer tank top with matching panties. “Yes,” I said.
She thought for a moment. “I guess it’s dark enough outside, but close the curtains so I can change.”
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“You like me this way?”
I didn’t move for a moment and just stared.
“Come here,” she said. I stepped closer, and she took my shorts by the waist and pulled them down, releasing my erection into the light for anyone looking our way. She gave it a quick kiss and told me to go turn off the light.
Walking toward the switch by the door, I thought I saw somebody’s head raised across the way.
Our lovemaking that night was quick, yet intensely exciting. Without speaking, both of us knew the other was already near the edge of orgasm because of the afternoon’s swim, the lingerie on the veranda, and the neighbors’ show. We must have been satisfied and asleep within 30 minutes after leaving our friends, so we were up earlier than them the next morning.
Given the hour and the likely sleeping habits of almost everyone else at the resort, Sue might have been thinking of having the beach more or less to ourselves again when she suggested an early swim.
“No basket?” I asked.
“No.”
“No bikini?”
“Let’s see when we get there.”
I put on my suit, and she put hers on also. She was reaching for her cover-up, a sleeveless mesh shirt, but I stopped her. I undid the ties on her top and set it aside.
“No top? How ‘bout it?”
She paused for a moment, thinking, and then put her cover-up on. It had a lace for closing it, but she left it undone so that it barely covered her nipples when she stood still. And when she walked, especially outside in the morning breeze, it opened and left her breasts exposed.
My heart was pounding again as we walked the short way to the beach. At first, we met no one along the way and saw no one down the beach. Going further down and away from the huts, we finally saw another couple come out of a path and turn in our direction, taking a morning jog. Both wore shorts and nothing else, so her medium sized breasts were bouncing delightfully.
I was holding Sue’s hand, and her other hand held our towels. Her grip tightened as the other couple neared us, but Sue did nothing to cover herself. Like last night, she looked more at me than at the passing couple to see my reaction to her exposure. The other woman kept her eyes ahead. I nodded at the man as he passed, and he smiled and nodded back, almost as if to acknowledge how great it was for me to see his wife’s breasts and for him to see Sue’s.
“Did you like that?”
“Her breasts were pretty, but I like seeing yours more.”
Sue laughed. “You’d say anything to get me naked, wouldn’t you?”
We had stopped walking. “Here is as good a place as any.”
“To put our stuff down?”
“To get naked.”
Sue looked around. She tried one more delay. “You first.”
I had been hoping for this opportunity with Sue for so long. To be honest, though, I had a moment of hesitation when challenged to get undressed out in the open like that. A quick check in both directions told me that we were alone, so I did it. One tug, and I was nude in the morning sun.
Sue smiled at me, no doubt noticing that my penis was a little longer and thicker than usual.
“Now you.”
She gave one more glance behind her and slipped the cover-up off her shoulders. Never taking her eyes off mine, she grasped the waist of her bikini bottom and brought it down slowly. When she finally stepped out of it and stood, I wished I had our camera. The golden morning light just made her body all the lovelier to see. I mentioned the light, and she turned to let me see her bottom in the same golden glow.
Looking at me, she said, “Seems it’s not just the sun that’s rising.”
Sure enough, my penis was standing up. “Maybe I should get in the water,” I said.
“Don’t hurry. That light flatters your body too, and I like it.”
So we held hands and simply waded in the water’s edge. I enjoyed the breeze around my body and the light around Sue’s. It was nice that she felt confident enough to wander away from our spot, even if no one else was there to see.
Soon enough, though, we could see someone coming from down the beach. We went back to our towels. I couldn’t think of what I should do and just stood there. Sue sat down, drawing her legs up and wrapping her arms around her knees. You could not really see her nipples or her pubic hair, but following the line of her nude form—down the curve of her back, around the softness of her bottom and hip, up the slight swell of her thigh, and back down her calf to the gentle narrow of her ankle—I could hardly have been more taken by her beauty.
Before long, we could see that the people approaching were Reggie and Marisol with a dog. I had gathered that Reggie was a British ex-pat, and the spaniel seemed to be a link to his native land. As they neared us, the dog bounded ahead. It came to me, got the desired scratch on the head, and then romped over to Sue.
Its playfulness knocked her over so that just as Reggie came running over, apologizing for the dog’s enthusiasm, Sue was on her back, getting her face licked, and her legs were open. He could not have missed the pink labia that peaked out through her pubic bush, and her wine dark nipples could not have been more obvious. She was laughing at the dog, maybe unaware of how intimately her body was open to our eyes.
The only way she could seem to be at ease was to sit up and try to look casual. Her labia were out of sight again, but her nipples and pubic hair had to remain on view if she didn’t want to make Reggie feel like a pervert.
He brought the dog to heel again as Marisol walked up. Now it was my turn to feel self-conscious. Still standing and having just witnessed Sue’s inadvertent show, my penis was fortunately only partially erect. Marisol gave it a look and smiled at me. I thought she was very kind. How many naked men must she have seen by now, and she was giving my penis a smile of appreciation.
Reggie made some small talk, which no doubt gave him further time to look at my wife. Finally, Marisol said, “Nice to see you enjoying the morning. So few of our guests get out at this lovely time of day.” They went on with their walk after that.
Sue leaned back on her elbows, hiding nothing of her nudity now. “Did you like that?”
“Yes, I did. I think Reggie liked it too.”
She gave me a smirk. “This is more than I bargained for. Skinny-dipping means getting naked and getting in the water, not laying out where everyone can see me.”
“You mad?”
“No,” she laughed, “but I must be crazy. And by the way, you better lie down here.” She nodded toward my penis, which was sticking out still. “Marisol was cool about that, but there may be rules around here.”
So we stretched out on our stomachs together. I gave her a big hug, and she kissed me. Sue put her head down and closed her eyes. I don’t know if she was tired, or if she was trying not to see if anyone else might be coming by.
Actually, about ten minutes later, Reggie and Marisol were heading back with their dog. I turned and waved at them as they passed.
“Who was that?”
“Just Marisol and Reggie going back to their place. In case you’re wondering, I think Reggie liked seeing your bottom. He’ll probably never miss a morning walk ever again.” For that, I got a playful slap on my bottom.
We stayed on our towels for a while, and we went in the water too. Sue said nothing when another couple joined us on the beach about 20 yards away, and nothing when another couple, and then another couple arrived. All of them were nude, some younger, some older, some heavier. Sue either remained on her stomach or she sat up with her legs together in front of her.
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Reggie returned, this time on duty. He was getting large beach umbrellas out of a nearby shed and setting them out. He approached us with one. Sue was sitting up.
“Can I give you some shade? You don’t want to get too much sun, now. A sunburn can ruin all sorts of plans.”
Sue laughed. “We needn’t get specific about those plans, I assume. Sure, we’d like the shade. Thanks.”
She never moved, never tried to cover her breasts or turn so he couldn’t see her pubic hair. My wife was nude and having a normal conversation with a fully clothed man.
Since nothing was said, I can’t say why Sue stayed put on the beach that morning. More and more came until the beach must have had dozens of people there. We put on sunscreen, went in the water, and rested under the umbrella. The day grew warm, so the water felt good.
And it looked good too. I mean that the sea was calmer, and the water was crystal clear. Today when Sue and I went in, I had no trouble seeing her body, which meant that everyone else could see her clearly too. But she had been getting up and walking to the water, so I guess Sue didn’t care what anyone could see of her in the water. They already had been able to see plenty out of the water.
Her nerves returned only later, closer to noon. I saw Rick and Suzi coming down the beach. I was standing near the water’s edge by Sue. She was cooling off, sitting where the gentle waves alternately covered and uncovered her lap. When I told I saw our friends, she looked anxious and didn’t turn around.
Suzi saw me, waved, and then covered her mouth to stifle an excited laugh. Facing Sue, I was also facing the beach, so my nudity was plainly evident. Caught that way, I tried to act nonchalant.
Pointing to our towels and umbrella, I called, “Put your stuff over there and join us.”
Sue gave me a questioning look.
Suzi hesitated. “You sure you want company?” I couldn’t tell if she was trying to be sensitive to Sue’s nerves or if she was just nervous herself. Standing there, she looked so much like a young Sue, and I realized how much that made me want to see her nude. There were lots of women out on the beach by now, with many various breast sizes to see, but at that moment, this version of Sue was the sight I wanted to enjoy. Or enjoy again.
“We’d love it,” I answered. I held my hand out to Sue to help her up. She took a moment to make up her mind, but she reached for my hand and got up. Rick was mesmerized by the sight of her wet body, and he was only seeing the back of her. I turned her, wrapping my arms around her waist, showing her nude body to our friends.
At first, Sue couldn’t look up at them. Then she did, and said, “Come on in, the water’s fine.”
They put their towels down. We watched them. I was hoping to see Suzi strip her bikini off, and for all I know, Sue was looking forward to seeing Rick in the nude. Suzi reached into her bag, though, and pulled out the basket again. They were talking to each other, too softly for us to hear, except for Rick saying, “I’m game.”
Suzi then must have told him to go ahead, but she walked toward us with the basket in her hand. Sure enough, Rick slipped his suit off and hurried to follow her. He was as pale as I was, and his penis was as excitable as mine was. We waded in with him to catch up to Suzi. When she was in deep enough, Suzi said, “I hope you don’t think I’m ruining your fun. I just can’t get undressed like that in front of so many people. Rick and I had a deal.”
Sue was understanding. “Don’t worry. I know what you mean. Ed and I have been here for hours, and I was able to take my suit off with no one around.”
“But you’re still here with these people and still nude.”
“It wasn’t easy, let me tell you. Later on, I’ll explain how a dog had a lot to do with it. Anyway, once I was nude, it wasn’t so hard to lie in the sand while others were doing the same. It’s not like guys are walking by constantly to check me out. In fact, there must be lots of younger women for them to check out rather than me.”
“Hey,” I said, “don’t put yourself down. You’re the one I like best here.”
“You’ve studied the competition, have you?”
“Well, in the interests of fairness, yes.” The others laughed. “But I’m not kidding about your first place finish.”
Suzi said, “You’ll forgive me for not taking part in the survey?”
My next words must have been inspired because I could never have planned a better speech. “I already know you would be in a tie for first place. You are so much like Sue, it’s a vision, a memory that walks and talks like the woman I fell in love with years ago.”
Suzi blushed and smiled. Rick added, “If I may say so, I think I’ve seen a vision of the woman I’m going to be loving in the years to come. I like what I see.” He must have thought that sounded wrong and said, “I mean—I wasn’t referring to just your body, but—.”
Sue was blushing now too and cut him off. “I know what you mean. Both of you guys are sweet.” And she kissed me. “I hope you’re enjoying your dream come true.”
I could only smile widely.
Suzi broke in, “Well, my husband has a dream too, so I guess I better try to make it come true.”
She undid the ties on her top, pulled it off her arms and put it in the basket. I noticed that she was not so careful to keep herself under the water, and her nipples occasionally peeked over the gentle waves. I figured that she would snap the basket shut then, but she reached for her bottoms and pulled them off. With a flourish, she held her bikini up and dropped it in the basket.
Because we were all so near her, she must have known she wasn’t hiding much. In the clear water this day, she could not have helped seeing my erection, and Sue’s pubic hair was easy to see as well. Undressing as she did, then, she had to know I would be able to see her body clearly, the breasts, the bottom, and the pubic hair that recalled Sue’s body.
If she hadn’t admitted that to herself, Suzi could no longer deny she was on display when a couple swam by underwater with snorkels and masks. It was one of the French couples from across the way, the ones we saw in the shower. They popped up out of the water near us, and he said something that sounded exciting before they swam off.
Sue said, “Don’t look at me. Ed and I took Spanish in high school.”
Suzi didn’t seem to catch what he said either, but Rick said, “My French is a bit rusty, so I can’t be sure, but he either said ‘pretty’ or ‘fun.’ Take your pick.”
Suzi looked at herself. “I can’t believe I’m out here like this. This basket is no good.”
“It got you to take everything off,” Rick said, “so the basket is great.”
“Well, I don’t need it to keep my suit wet.” With that, Suzi took the basket, pulled up the weighted block, and headed for the beach. We all watched, amazed, as Suzi strode out of the water, exposing more of her back and then her bottom. She walked to our umbrella, took her bikini out of the basket and spread it in the sand to dry, and then calmly walked back to us, briefly exposing her breasts and pubic bush to the sun before gradually submerging herself again. It took only a minute or two, but it was a scene I couldn’t help thinking I’d seen before. Sue seemed to know what I was thinking. “Did you like that?”
“Yes,” I said, “I like you like that.”
Afterward, the wives gave up all modesty in front of us. In fact, for a while, Rick and I were the ones who had to stay in the water more. Eventually we noticed that some of the men had erections that they weren’t trying to hide. No one made a fuss. It was a natural reaction here.
When Sue and Suzi noticed too, they encouraged us to walk out of the sea to our towels and let the other women see our excitement. My penis grows to a little over 7 inches when fully erect, and Suzi told me I was tied for first place in the men’s division. Rick’s thick 6 inches shared the title, and Sue agreed.
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We spent almost the whole afternoon there. Sue and Suzi went for sandwiches from the resort concession up the beach. Neither dressed or took a towel. On their way back, the French couples spoke to them. Our wives stood there as the French couples lolled in the sand. From that angle, Rich and I realized what they could see. Both our wives had pubic hair, but it wasn’t that thick.
They returned, and we asked them what the French couples wanted. Sue said, “We don’t know for sure. I think they were inviting us over to their place later. We declined in a way that would make sense even if they were asking something else.” Both of them were giggling the whole time.
Suzi said, “Did you notice how the women shave, but the men don’t?”
“Don’t give these guys any more ideas,” Sue laughed.
“You know,” Suzi said, “it’s easy to understand what those guys are doing. Both of the women may be shaved, but their bodies are so different otherwise. They must enjoy the variety.”
“Vive la difference, right?” Sue added. “But I don’t know. The women aren’t getting the same variety. Those guys don’t look that different from each other. Same height, same body type, same—well, you know.”
“I noticed those too,” Suzi laughed.
I said, “Well, don’t knock someone for loving what’s familiar. Look right here at you two ladies. I’ll say it again. Rick and I wouldn’t trade you for anyone here on the beach. Same height, same slender bodies, same brown hair and eyes, same everything.”
Sue responed, “I think I’ve got a little bit of a tummy that Suzi doesn’t have, and her skin tone is tighter.”
“Minor differences,” I said.
“Here, here,” added Rick. “I wouldn’t have noticed.”
Sue challenged him, “If our faces were covered, you couldn’t tell us apart?”
Rick accepted the invitation to examine her closely. “Ed may be right. Both of you have the same color in your nipples, the same dimples above your bottoms, the same trim for your pubic hair.”
Sue blushed at the mention of such details. Looking closely at Suzi, I said, “I suppose that little freckle near your left nipple sets you apart a little.”
Now it was her turn to blush.
Sue said, “Well, about that hair color, the women in my family often get gray early, so I have to get some of that color at the salon.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Rick said. “But now that you mention it, you missed one that makes for a small difference between you and Suzi.” He was looking between her legs.
Sue looked and noticed a single gray pubic hair. Her glance also made her realize that her legs were apart enough to let us see her labia. Now her blush deepened, but she tried to recover, laughing, “Damn, I’ll have to snip that one out.”
“Don’t,” said Rick. “You ought to let everyone here see it and wear it as a sign of your lasting beauty.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” I added. Then we all noticed Suzi looking between her open legs. Even the color and shape of her labia matched Sue’s. Suzi looked up. “Just checking,” she giggled.
And then she added, “Sue, as long as we’re being so open, would it be out of line for me to say that Ed has a lovely penis?”
“I don’t mind. Let me say that Rick’s is very nice too, although I don’t think it looks just like Ed’s, and I’m not counting any freckles around it.”
This was what I wanted for Sue, to be nude and comfortable with others around.
Finally it was time to go back to our huts. Thanks to the umbrella, nobody got a sunburn, but the hot afternoon had left us tired. Sue and Suzi put their suits back on, or in Sue’s case, her bottoms and the cover-up. They seemed to feel that the beach was one place, but around the huts was something else that required some clothing. Rick and I had enjoyed their bodies plenty, so we weren’t going to object now.
But when we rinsed off the sand in the shower by the hut, Sue did have to remove her cover-up, so at least she was topless. And then Suzi wondered, “Do I realy want to get my suit wet again?”
All of us realized the silliness of soaking our dry suits, and so we quickly took them off. Each of us took a turn under the spray.
Moments later, in our room, Sue asked, “Did you like that? I mean all of that, the whole day nude?”
“I loved it, and I love you.”
Dinner with Rick and Suzi was good again. This time, we stayed around for drinks at the resort’s club room and enjoyed some music and dancing. We walked along the shore back to our hut, and the French neighbors were finishing another well lit show. They were winding down, and so were we. I think Rick and Suzi wanted to get to bed, and no one suggest any lingering on the veranda this time. This time, however, Suzi kissed me goodnight, and Sue did the same to Rick.
In our room, Sue turned the light on, went to the dresser on the far side of the bed and took off her blouse and slacks.
“Want me to get the lights?”
She continued to undress with her back to the window. First her bra and finally her panties. After brushing her hair a little, she turned around and climbed into bed, sitting up with the covers tossed back.
“Take off your clothes,” she said, “and get in here with me. The lighting is up to you.”
That invitation and all it meant excited me no end. I quickly stripped by the dresser and stepped closer to the bed. Sue leaned over and took my penis in her mouth. Across the way, I could see the one couple, the busty woman and the man she showered with, sitting up. She waved at me.
Sue saw where I was looking. “You going to get in bed with me?”
My desire was at a peak, but my nerves were not ready. It surprised me that Sue might have gotten ahead of me a bit, but I went toward the window, stood for a moment and waved back. Then I turned off the light and joined Sue for more intense sex, the day’s many images filling my mind.
Sue’s ardor was evident in how wet she was before I even touched her. When her orgasm came, she was voicing her pleasure in ways I had not heard for a long time.
“Aren’t you afraid Rick and Suzi heard you?”
“No, not after I’ve sat with them in the nude for hours, not after Rick singled out a gray hair on my vagina.”
She held me tighter as I kept moving inside of her. “In fact, I bet Rick would love to make me make those sounds himself.” I was moving faster. “And maybe you’d love to make Suzi make some sounds too.”
I was recalling so many scenes of both their bodies on the beach, and the two seemed to blend into one in my mind. Very quickly, I was exploding in that body.
If we were still in our twenties, maybe we would have been sleeping in like Rick and Suzi, but once again, we were up before any of our neighbors. Sue reminded me of the stretching and exercise class Marisol mentioned, so we got cleaned up to go. Sue took a bath in our room. I preferred a shower, and this morning, I used the one outside. It was an odd feeling there, but I don’t think anyone was up to see me.
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On the beach, there were only eight others who gathered for the session. The joggers from the morning before were among them, and they were dressed as before too. Marisol wore a flattering one piece suit, but she encouraged everyone to get comfortable in whatever way they pleased. Right away, three of the couples stripped completely. Their all-over tans marked them as experienced nudists. I looked at Sue and shrugged, reaching for the waist of my suit.
“I will if you will,” she said.
I needed to hear no more, and I pushed my trunks down and stepped out of them. The jogging woman, still in her running shorts, was watching the whole time, and I received another smile of approval from Marisol. When Sue shed her bikini, the jogging man turned his attention from the other women to her. He saw that I noticed his gaze, and he nodded again, this time a suggestion of admiration. He and his wife made no move to take off their shorts, so Marisol began.
Most of the moves were such that we could do them on our feet, leaning one direction or another. A couple of other moves required us to get down. On our backs, we did leg lifts and crunches. From Marisol’s vantage, the leg lifts would have given her a view of several splayed limbs. Next, on our hands and knees, we alternately stretched our legs out behind us. For this exercise, I had an intimate view of a couple of women I might never see again. My backside and dangling genitals along with Sue’s bottom and vagina were featured for the joggers.
The session lasted about 30 minutes, and when it was over, everyone else picked up their things and returned to their rooms. Sue and I were planning to head for the beach again and lingered. Marisol noticed us there.
“Heading for the beach?”
“Yes,” Sue replied, “but I’m feeling a little sweaty. I guess it shouldn’t matter since we can get in the water.”
“I know what you mean. Work-out sweat is not the same, and the salt water doesn’t make you feel clean. There’s a shower here if you want.” Marisol was indicating the little beach concession right there.
We followed her to the side of the building. Rather than going in, we found three showers outside, like the ones by the huts. We had been nude in front of Marisol for quite a while now, but sharing the shower in front of her was different.
That slight embarrassment changed to excitement when Marisol pulled her straps down and shimmied out of her suit, stepping under the shower next to ours. She said nothing out of the ordinary, talking only of the weather and the busy time of the season. I was captivated by her petite body and the long braid of black hair that swung against her light brown skin. Like some of the women we had seen, she kept her pubis shaved, and her dark vulva was a special treat to see.
She had work to do and was done rinsing off quickly. Slipping her cover-up over herself, she gave my revived penis one more appreciative smile, said she’d see us later, and hurried off home to get ready for the day.
“Did you like that?”
“Yes, I did. But don’t think I’m changing my mind about you. The real highlight this morning was the way your body was stretched out for everyone.”
Tapping my penis to make it bounce, she said, “I’m sure the way this was stretching out may have caught the eye of a lady or two.”
Our morning on the beach was much the same as the previous day. The afternoon brought some disappointment, though. Rick and Suzi joined us late in the morning, but a rain shower chased us off the beach shortly afterward.
Over lunch in the dining room, then, we could only rue the bad weather. I was glad to hear Sue and Suzi sounding as if they really were disappointed not to be nude on the beach. The French couples at a nearby table looked similarly glum. The one man perked up, though, when he summoned Marisol to their table. They spoke, and then she approached our table.
It turns out that she could speak French, because she was bearing a message from our neighbors. “They want you to know that you are all invited to join them in their room tonight. He says language should not be a problem for what they have planned.” Marisol seemed a little embarrassed to convey this invitation.
“They didn’t ask you to come too?” I asked. I was recalling the fleshy intersection of lines between her legs.
She laughed. “No, I guess nine’s a crowd.”
We nodded at our French neighbors, our expressions saying no more than “We’ll see.”
I was not too keen on the idea myself, and Rick didn’t offer any approving remarks. Our wives said nothing and instead planned the rest of our afternoon, another trip to the village.
It was an okay distraction. Neither of our wives wore bras, so we got the occasional glimpse of a nipple, but my mind was still on how Sue and I would spend our last night here. In the cab on the way back to the resort, we all noticed the clearing weather.
Suzi said, “It may too late for any sun on the beach, but it should be nice on the veranda this evening.”
Sue asked, “What about our invitation?”
“You interested in going over there?”
“Not really, you?”
“No. How about you guys.” Suzi was talking to Rick and me.
Rick replied, “I’d be happy just to be together with the four of us.”
I nodded, and the conversation was ended by our arrival back at the resort.
The next few hours flew by. We spent a little time in our room, we had dinner, we took a short walk along the beach, and we returned to our hut and took up our usual places on the veranda. The room across the way was dark, so we sat and talked.
“You think they forgot about us?” Rick asked. “Doesn’t matter, though. Right?”
Sue replied, “I’m fine. By the way, before, what did you mean when you said you just wanted all of us to be together?”
“I don’t know, I just—.”
“We’ve all been together so far, and given the nature of that invitation, I thought maybe you were thinking we could all be together that way too.” My wife’s words surprised me and excited me immediately. I thought what she said last night was just for my sake.
Suzi said, “Just tell them what we talked about.”
Rick begged off. “I’m no good at this. You tell them.”
“Well,” Suzi started, “after yesterday on the beach, Rick and me were in bed together. We’d just finished what I imagine you guys did too last night. We were talking about how you guys, I mean Rick and Ed, were comparing my body to Sue’s and how Ed kept saying how much my body reminded him of Sue’s from years ago. Rick said he bet Ed would love to go back in time by making love to me. That idea turned me on, and I jumped on Rick again. And I said I bet he’d love to visit the future by making love to Sue. It was very intense.” She was blushing, but also smiling broadly.
Sue said, “It is uncanny, all the resemblances.” I knew Sue was referring not only to bodies, but also to the similarity between what she said last night and what Suzi just said. She did not continue, and no one spoke for a moment.
The French couples came from the direction of the beach then. They had apparently been in the water because they were all nude and wet. Seeing us, the four of them came over. All of them seemed to enjoy flaunting their nudity, the women with their bald vaginas and the men with their erections. The one man raised his eyebrows and gestured toward their room across the way.
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Sue responded for us. “Merci, no.” She said this gently with a smile.
The man shrugged amiably and smiled back, and the four of them turned and stopped at their shower before going to their room. Watching the woman’s bottoms move away and seeing their smooth vaginas under the spray, I can’t say I didn’t feel a twinge of regret. The light came on, and they began playing at dancing together, often switching partners.
Sue looked at me. “Sorry about not traveling to France?”
“I’m happy where I am.”
“You want to go back to our room with these two and go traveling in time?”
Sue got up before I could say anything. In our room, she switched on the light and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked at the rest of us expectantly.
I looked over at Suzi. She said, “I didn’t think it was possible to travel in time, but I’d be willing to try.” She got up, taking Rick and me by the hand.
Rick spoke first in the room. “How do we start?”
Sue stood next to him and kissed him. Stepping back, she said, “Take off my clothes.”
He unbuttoned her blouse, being careful not to touch her as he handled the cloth delicately. Sue grasped his hands and hugged them to her chest. “I won’t break. Touch me while you undress me.”
With that encouragement, he put his hands together against her breastbone and pushed the blouse apart and off her shoulders, brushing his palms over her breasts in the process. Sue let out a sigh as she let the blouse fall off her arms.
Rick undid her belt and pulled the zipper on her slacks, kneeling to help her off with them. He remained there and reached around to push his hands down the back of her panties, lowering them and squeezing her bottom at the same time. Then he brought his hands to the front of her panties, letting his fingers snag the waistband and trail through her pubic hair as he pulled them down and off.
Sue stood nude and looked at me. “You like me this way?”
“I love you this way.” I gazed at her, taking in her body anew. “Do you want the lights off?”
“That’s up to the rest of you. For myself, I don’t care what anyone sees.” She was looking at me as she spoke, and I turned to look across the way. The couples were swaying lightly, their attention turned our way.
Suzi said, “Hurry up and take my clothes before I explode or run out of here.”
Her blouse was easy to unbutton despite the shaking in my hands. I steadied them against her chest, brushing her soft breasts as Rick had done to Sue. Her slacks had a tie, and loosening it allowed them to fall at her feet. I hugged her, turned her back to the window and let my hands reach for her bottom. I pushed her panties down until they too fell loosely about her feet. Running my hands over her bottom, I picked her up so she could kick the clothing off her feet, and then I set her down again, turned toward the window for our French neighbors to see.
She let me display her for a moment before turning to pull my shirt off and work my slacks down. Kicking them off, I stood before her as Suzi sat on the bed. With both hands on my pants, she pulled them out and down, letting my erection bounce up near her face. One hand kept pushing my pants down while the other grabbed my penis and stroked it.
A glance to my right told me that Rick was stripped and hard also. Sue was turning him, both to feel him all over and for the other couples to see him.
Sue made the next move, sitting on the bed against the backboard. Reaching for Rick, she pulled him on the bed so he was kneeling between her legs. She pressed a hand against his bottom to scoot him forward and then took his penis in her mouth.
Suzi asked, “Did Sue always suck on your penis in the past?”
I nodded and took her around to the other side of the bed. Arranging her on her stomach with her head at the foot of the bed, I walked around to that end. Suzi raised herself on her elbows as I stepped forward and pushed my erection between her lips. From where I stood, I could watch her slender bottom flexing as she sucked on me. That tightening and relaxing of her muscles in her hips took me back decades, and I was enjoying Sue’s mouth for the first time again.
Here, though, I could also look a bit to the left and see Rick pumping himself slowly into Sue’s mouth, really for the first time. And finally I could look out the window and observe the French couples enthralled by our scene. Sue pulled Rick’s penis out, holding it against her cheek. She pushed him back a bit and scooted her bottom down, holding her legs open. “See that gray hair now?”
“Yes,” he sighed.
“Put your penis next to it and push past it, all the way.”
I could see her wet labia grasp his shaft and hold it as he moved in and out. Suzi brought me back to her, though. “How did you used to make love the most?”
“I like to put her on her hands and knees and enter her from behind.”
Suzi gave my penis one last plunge and then let it go as she turned over and raised herself, presenting me with her upturned bottom. I climbed onto the bed. Entering her felt different, yet familiar. I recognized the slippery entrance and remembered the tightness within. Leaning forward, I ran my hands over Suzi’s bottom and around to the front of her body, tickling her clitoris and then rubbing her pointy nipples. It was almost as if Suzi became Sue, and the illusion intensified when, without me asking, Suzi reached between her legs and fondled my scrotum, just like Sue loved to do years ago.
From the sounds of things, none of us lasted very long. Such fresh orgasms must come quickly. I didn’t pull out right away, and I could feel Suzi’s vaginal muscles squeezing me, keeping me erect.
When I did pull out then, Sue noticed. “You want more?”
“I think I’d like that.”
She flipped over, raising her bottom in offering to me. The difference this time, though, was that once I was in her, she beckoned Rick over again. She wiped his penis with the sheet and put it back in her mouth. Holding it against her cheek briefly, she said, “Keep going, both of you.”
I don’t think I could have stopped anyway. Rick seemed surprised that Sue held him in her mouth even as he came again. Her moans spoke to how much she liked the taste.
Across the way, we could see that the French women were both on their hands and knees with the men behind them so all of them could make love and watch us at the same time. We took a break and watched them watch us until Suzi spoke up.
“Am I going to get that treat, both of you at once?”
Since it was her treat, Rick lay on the bed so she could climb on top of him. She then motioned me to kneel on the bed next to her where she could lean over and reach my penis. The coordination took some practice, but we eventually fell into a rhythm. I shocked myself and my wife by having not only a third orgasm, but a strong one, shooting rather than leaking my semen into Suzi’s lovely mouth.
We must have reminded the neighbors of their own behavior that first night. Completely worn out, the four of us fell asleep where we were, lights on.
In the morning, Rick and Suzi kissed us and returned to their room. Sue joined me outside under the shower to clean up. A couple we had not seen before came around from another hut. They were taken aback, dressed casually as they were. We said “Good morning” to them, and I hoped they would be inspired by us to lose their clothes before the day ended. After they hurried by, Sue asked, “You like me this way?”
Our goodbyes with Rick and Suzi were tender, and we saw Marisol before we left, giving her a hug also.
We returned home to kids and jobs.
A few weeks later, an email from Rick and Suzi alerted us to an amateur photo site that specialized in voyeur pics. I don’t know how they knew of it, but the point was that someone on the beach that day had a camera. There on the internet were Suzi and Sue in the nude in various poses, posted as a mother/daughter set. The shots were very sharp, and in one, you could even make out the gray hair on Sue’s vagina.
A second posting had telephoto shots of Sue and me in the morning sun, and you could see Reggie and Marisol passing by in the background in one pic. That set also included shots of Sue on her hands and knees with her leg stretched out behind her, and of us under the shower with Marisol nearby. Obviously, we had never been alone on the beach, and that jogging guy was the voyeur. I never got to see all of his wife, and he was showing all of Sue, Suzi, and Marisol to the world.
So we had a download of actual pictures. They were nice, but they could not compete with the images I kept in my head and in my heart.
Sue was not as upset as I would have expected. “I know I told you to leave the camera at home. Down there, though, there were times I wish I had it with us.” As I scrolled through the set, I kept returning to one that showed her and Suzi, legs open enough to expose their labia. Sue poked me in the side. “You like us that way?”
The End
Assassin
Shadows seemed to change, seemed to move with each step. The moon, small and distant upon a velvet sky, shone little light upon the ground. The assassin needed no light to show the path, all that was needed was the candle lit windows that identified the manor. The assignment was simple, the target was easy, just getting in was the hard part. That was what she was told anyway.
The hired killer reached the outermost perimeter gates. The iron bars were wide enough for the assassin to squeeze, or so thought. Passing the right arm through the assassin cursed her breasts. Thought the leather outfit could easily slide through with little chance of grazing, the pain was noticeable. Once through she searched for an entrance.
The assassin thought back to her second life. There she was a nineteen-year-old merchant’s daughter in a large town. Her life was simple, happy and average. She had met heartbreaks and encountered times of unbelievable joy. But she knew the truth of her experiences. Her entire life was set up by her owner. Everything she did, everyone she met was appointed to her on a timetable known only by her master.
As she crept past a sleeping guard, she thought about her master. She had met him once and once only. It was some weeks back yet she still remembered his face as if she had seen him only yesterday. It was a face a girl could not forget.
He entered the merchant’s shop alone and the moment she saw him she knew exactly who he was. His shoulder length dark hair was loose, his eyes were as blue as the sky and his face was set on a friendly expression as if he was an actual customer.
But she saw through his act. She knew wanted her for an assignment. But why did he come himself? He could have sent the assignment through the usual way. A disguised assailant comes into the shop and hides the information under a stand while “browsing” around. She felt something was not as it seemed though she could not quite put her finger on it. He had walked through the shop as if he was interested in the stock then he had called for her assistance. When she had gone to him he had told her the assignment under his breath right there in the open. She knew that something was definitely not right.
She stealthily ducked into a doorway as the change of guard trooped by and as soon as they had rounded the corner she continued down the hall. She was in the house and running out of time, they would soon discover the bodies of the five perimeter guards that had spotted her and the alarm would spread through the entire estate. She would not have a chance to escape. As good as she is, she will be caught and maybe killed, even tortured to death if she was careless, or worst. This was going to be fun.
The assassin rounded a corner. She was fifty or so yards from completing her task. She crossed the hall to hide in the shadows, though it was not necessary, She could make herself invisible even in a lighted room.
“Third door on the left,” she whispered under her breath. “A circlet of leaves with a dagger through it.”
She found it, then crept up and tried the handle. It was not locked. She thought this was strange as her master told her that this person had many enemies, though they did not lock the door, there weren’t even any guards standing post. She griped the hilt of the sword she had taken off an oriental warrior, a memento of a past assignment, and turned the handle.
Once inside she quickly, yet quietly closed the door and waited. It took less then a second for her eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. The room was the private quarters of her intended target. A large canopied bed was to her right. There was other furniture in the room but she was interested in was the bed. And its occupant.
She crept towards the sleeping soul she was about to release from this world, her sword, now unsheathed, held low and her heart and mind determined. A movement. She stopped dead. She saw the bed covers move and rustle as the occupant turned over. Once again she moved towards her hapless target.
A sound outside the door made her stop again. She was halfway between the door and the bed as she turned her head slightly and saw a light under the door. She waited, anxious of been discovered but soon the light passed. She breathed again. She was frustrated with the delay, they would have discovered the bodies by now and would probably be on their way bearing the news that she was inside the grounds. She had to act quickly, this had to be finished as soon as possible and that meant right now.
Throwing caution into the wind she quickly ran over to the bed. Once there she raised the blade and aimed for the neck. It would be messy but it had to be done quickly, one good swipe would do it. She prepared herself then stopped. Something had a hold of her. She looked up and saw a thin cord around her wrists at its end a dark shadow had a hold of the cord. Before she could react the shadow had jumped onto the bed bringing the cord over the support beam. She was pulled off her feet as the cord tightened and wrenched the sword out of her hands. Quicker then she could possibly move the shadow had tied the cord to the bedpost and was now securing her legs to the bedside.
She was strung up unable to move as she saw the shadow light the lanterns around the room and then shake the bed’s occupant. She watched as the occupant talk to the darkly dressed assailant who was in fact another assassin. She watched as the assassin left the room, her neck straining to see him leave.
“I thought you said you could pull this off without a glitch,” came a familiar voice.
She turned her head to look into the face of her master.
“Surprise!” He said mockingly, shrugging his shoulders and raising his hands out wide.
“What’s going on?” she asked struggling on her bonds.
“Don’t do that,” his face took on a look of concern, “It will only hurt more.”
“Then get me down and tell me what the hell is going on!” she half screamed.
" Ok, have it your way." He picked up a dagger from the bedside table and walked towards her. “Just promise to behave.”
“I’ll try to hold myself back,” she said with heavy sarcasm as the cord to her feet was cut. She found that even with the cord cut she couldn’t loosen the loop.
“It’s all in the knot,” he said as he put his shoulder against her stomach and cut the cord to her wrist’s. She dropped onto his shoulder and he gently sat her onto the bed.
The assassin checked her wrist’s. The cord had dug deep and her hands were wet with blood. Her ankles were the same. She tried to work them loose but couldn’t, she winced as she tried again.
“I told you not to do that,” he laid a gentle hand on her wrist’s and cut the cord with his dagger. She immediately went for her thin dagger that was belted at her waist, but couldn’t find the hilt.
“Looking for these?” he produced four needle point blades. “I took them from you as I cut you down.”
“You have fast hands,” she said as she looked up into his face.
“Not fast, just gentle.” With a quick movement he threw the daggers towards the door, striking the precise centre in unison.
“And accurate.” She looked into his blue eyes. “What do you want with me?”.
“Nothing yet,” he got up and moved towards a cabinet. It was then she saw the hilt of her sword lying just under the satin bed covers. Could he have overlooked it?
She quickly reached down and snatched up the blade, then quietly slid it back into its scabbard. She moved awkwardly as her ankles were still bound, but she managed to hide the hilt from sight. She did her best to make no noise.
“Would you like a drink?” he said as he poured himself a glass of red wine.
“No, thanks.”
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“Your choice,” he put down the iron bound canister and walked back towards the bed, sipping his wine.
“Could you tell me what is going on?” she said as he knelt in front of her. “And could you do something about this?” she showed him her bleeding wrists.
“Oh, so sorry,” he said as he put down his glass and took up a corner of the bed sheets, then with a quick tug the satin fabric tore. Long strips were made from the valuable sheet and he bound her wounds. He then took up his glass and pored its contents onto the bandage. She winced as the sting of alcohol seeped through the fabric.
“For an assassin your features are very becoming.” He cut the cord at her ankles.
“Thank you for the compliment.” She winced and watched as he dressed the wounds to her ankles, then he reached for the empty glass.
“Out of wine,” he said as he looked at the bottom of the glass, “be right back”.
He was half way across the room when she saw her chance. Quietly, she got up off the bed, drawing her sword as she went. She crept up behind her master. This would free her from a life of killing for the sake of living. A quick strike would end his bound to her and finally she would be free to do whatever she wanted to do. And that’s to live a normal life without being bound to a second one, a life that kept her days intolerable and her night’s a living nightmare.
He reached the cabinet and started to pour the wine. The sound of rich wine into a glass hid her final movement as she raised the razor sharp blade over her shoulder for a swipe at the neck. It would be messy but very effective. She set herself and swung with practised power, precision and speed.
Sparks flew into her eyes as her blade struck the canister. Blinded, she staggered back and swung again to gain enough time to clear her eyes, but her sword was jerked from her and a powerful pair of hands griped her bleeding wrists. She screamed as she was lifted off her feet and thrown upon the bed. She landed heavily then curled up and held her knees close to her chest. She lay there and expected the worst but only felt a gentle hand upon her shoulder.
“Never give up,” her master sat beside her and gently forced her to sit up, “you still have a lot to learn.”
Her eyes cleared and she looked at her master. Her tear streaked face seemed to awaken something in the master assassin. His eyes seemed to change to take on a look of pity.
“What do you care? You never treated me right. You never gave me any acknowledgement for what I did for you. No compliments nor complaints on who I killed or how I killed them. And you’ve never once talked to me about anything but my assignments,” her anger was long awaited and she waited most her life to say those words.
“Your wrong, I never talked to you at all except once”, his eyes had a glimmer of mirth and his lips were starting to curl into a smile. But that was put to a stop as her hand found its mark on his face. The sound reverberated off the walls and each echo seemed as bad as the initial strike.
“Why keep me here?” Her face was livid with long pent up anger, anger she would finally release tonight. “WHY!”
He slowly turned his head back to her, his cheek red. He was silent for a long time, watching her eyes.
“Why do you ask? Why do you want to know what I want with you?
“Because I want to be free!” her eyes were misty with pain, not from her wounds, but from within. “I want an escape from all this.”
He leant closer. “You wouldn’t be free for long. Even if you had escaped you wouldn’t feel real freedom, as I would send every man, EVERY man, I have to hunt you down.”
She watches the emotions flare in his eyes, so quick she almost missed it. “Why?”
“Because your good, very good, for your age,” He smiled then, confusing her more then his eyes did, “and your showing great talent, talent I could use. Talent that could match mine with time and training.”
That’s what he wanted her for, she thought. All she was to him was an assassin with potential. One that could kill with precision and perfection and could cleanly kill with ease. Her tears began as she realised her own stupidity. All her life she wanted to escape her master, escape the life the master assassin had made for her. She wanted out and she wanted it now.
She was about to say something, something vile and insulting, something that stated her mind and emotions to the core. When he kissed her.
The movement was so discrete, so smooth and gentle she hardly noticed until she felt his lips on hers. She watched his relaxed face with tear streaked eyes, unmoving with shock and confusion. Then slowly, letting his warmth flood her, she relaxed and leaned into the kiss, returning it with her own.
“Why taste freedom,” he said breaking the moment and looking into her eyes, their faces close, “when you can feed off it?”
“What are you saying?”, she looked at him, her eyes still confused and her mind still lost in the kiss.
“I want to keep you. Here, safe by my side,” he caresses her cheek, brushing his fingers lightly over her soft skin.
“What if I don’t want to stay?” She whispered, she would get the truth now, here tonight. “Why wont you let me go and let me live a normal life? Why have you let me live the life of an assassin, dealing death while dodging it as well?”
“Because I’m testing you,” he said after a moment, keeping his eyes locked onto hers, “I want to see how you act and think in desperate situations. I want to know if I can trust your judgement when things heat up and trouble looks to deal death.”
She looked at him. His eyes. What he had just said confused her more than the kiss. Taking a breath to ease her mind and heart, she thought hard and fast as she asked her next question.
“Why are you telling me this, master?” She raised her head slightly, thinking she figured it out. “Is there another job you want me for? An important one?”
He smiled, and she thought he never looked any more handsome then right now. “In a way, yes. But this job will decide your future. This assignment, if you choose to accept, will change your life forever.” He sighed and bows his head slightly, almost sadly. “I’m getting older in my years.”
She looked at him, silent as night. Getting older? Decide my future? Her eyes widen as a thought struck her mind, shocking her more then anything she had experienced so far tonight.
“You… you want me to be Master Assassin?” Her words were whispered, awed and disbelieving. “You want me to take over after you?”
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At that he laughed, throwing his head back with true merriment. “No! My dear love, no”, she flinched mentally, her mind now too busy to pick up the endearment he gave her. Not Master Assassin?
“Then what?” She was about to reach over and rip the truth from his chest. She was sick of guessing and was as confused as she had ever been in her entire life. And she hates not being in control.
He smiled then, looking back into her eyes. The emotion she saw in them she had never seen before, ever. “Dear one, I want you to be my wife.”
It took a second for his words, and proposal, to sink in. Her face slowly losing its colour as her mind quickly pieces together the puzzle. Wife? He wants her to be his wife?! “Do you accept?” His eyes full of emotion, his heart in her hands, hoping she won’t harm it. She remained silent.
He loved her, she knew that. But did she love him? Her thoughts flashed back to the night after she saw her master in the shop, to her dreams. Her dreams were flooded with her masters face and hands, remembering the fleeting brush against her arm, imagining that touch on other parts of her body. These dreams were vivid and extremely life-like. She dreamed of his face close to hers, his body pressed against her own, and his warmth deep inside her. After each of these dream filled nights she would wake confused and disorientated, not knowing why she dreamed of him like so. Didn’t he own her? Didn’t he control her life like a puppeteer? And, everyday, she always wondered why he had come himself.
He wanted to see her as she was that day. He wanted to see her in her normal life, see how she worked her hands around her work, and how she looked in the light of day. He wanted to see her without the leather.
She blushed then, realising how revealing her suit really was. She glanced at her slim body. She was young and athletic, her long limbs silent and fast but holding in it a strength and dexterity equal to a hardened swordsman. No wonder he picked her. She was perfect, almost. She was an attractive youth with a quick and deadly mind, her movements only just as quick and as deadly. And she was the best assassin in the guild, second only to the Master.
“Do you accept?” He asked again, his hands on her shoulders.
“I want too.” Her voice was unsure, and hushed. Her mind still working out the final pieces of her hidden, destined, relationship with her master.
“But?” His face dropped, her heart almost breaking at the disappointment they promised should she turn him down. She put a stop to that with a hard kiss, filled with newly found passion.
She did love him.
“But nothing!” she pushed him down onto the bed. “I want too.”
He laughed lightly as he lay down onto the sheets. Laughed until her lips stopped him as they kissed again. She lay atop him with his arms about her waist and shoulders, holding her close. He held her tight as he rolled them over, breaking the kiss and looking down at her.
“You know, for the Master of the Assassins Guild,” she said as he leaned back, “Your not very observant.”
“What do yo…?” He stopped and looked into her eyes, his mouth slowly smiling. She had her sword again, pressing it lightly against his neck. The edge of the blade was razor sharp and a thin line of blood marked where the sword rested on his skin.
“You may have gentle hand, master,” She smiled then, and he had never seen such loveliness anytime and anywhere before this night, “but mine are a little more gentle.”
“I knew you were the best,” he said, pushing a stray strand of hair from her brow, “You’re just a little emotional when things don’t go your way.”
“I’m also emotional when things do go my way,” He felt a blade point press against the back of his neck, just below his skull. He wondered then where the other blade came from, then found that the dagger he used to cut her down with wasn’t where he put it.
He smiled, not daring to move against her, or her blades, as she rolled them over. She crossed the sword and dagger on his neck, straddling his waist with her legs either side of his hips, she then leaned down to kiss his lips. With a gentle hand and slow, deliberate movement, she dragged the dagger down his shirt, the fabric giving way to the sharp edge.
Still kissing his lips, feeling the warmth flood from within herself, she casts the sword aside leaving a light blood trail from the mark the edge made. Slowly removing his shirt from his chest she felt his hands trail from her hips up to her waist, gripping the thin leather top she wore. She giggled as the leather was peeled from her skin, releasing the blade as the top was discarded. She wore nothing underneath.
Letting long awaited passions loose, her master sat up pulled her down onto him, holding her closer then he had ever done since they first met. She giggled again, feeling his hands brush down her side to hook her pants. He slowly slid her leather pants down her smooth thighs, his fingers caressing her legs as they went. Wriggling free she kicked out of them, sitting on his waist, completely naked.
He sat up then, bringing her legs around him and crossing her ankles behind his back, holding him close to her. He kissed her lips again, deeper then before.
“I love you,” was all he said. It was all that he needed to say.
She smiled, “And I love you.” She kissed him again. Then promptly fell off the bed as her master tried to roll them over. They landed with him on top, both laughing. Their laughter could have been heard from outside the room, if anyone had been there. But there was no one. They had been ordered by the other assassin to leave the building, to give the two some peace and privacy. The entire compound was deserted and empty, no guards even wandered the halls or the parameter for the two needed no guards. They were the best in the Guild. And their laughter filled the empty halls, it’s meaning known only to them.
The End