Love at Sea

Incarcerated within the ancient violin, a restless Andros yearned to hear the divine notes that could grant him momentary liberation from his dark confines. He had to wait for a couple of centuries before Jessica strummed his abode, beginning a most gratifying chapter of his long life. He loved it that the beautiful red-haired woman used him as a sexual toy and invoked him to quench her physical needs. The few moments he spent joined to her lithe body seemed ample compensation for his long captivity.

Andros’ heart skipped a beat when he heard those melodious tunes again. The invisible fetters of black magic that bound him shattered, and his spirit mixed into the smoked that billowed from the violin. The fumes merged into his muscular frame, and he found himself kneeling once again before the beautiful woman who owned him.

Familiar with the ambience of her bedroom, the salty breeze and the sandy soil bewildered him. He could see the turquoise- blue waters of the ocean in the background, hear the sounds of the waves breaking upon the beach with their unfailing harmony. Enjoying the privileges of liberty, his gaze finally settled upon the woman he had come to worship. Only, this time her dress left him breathless.

With star-eyed wonder he stared at the tiny triangular pieces of cloth that concealed her jewels. A rapturous expression adorning her lovely visage, her eyelids lowered, she stroked the strings of the violin with the bow.

“I’m here, my Mistress,” said Andros.

She opened her eyes and placed the violin on the ground. Seeing him, her lips curled in an indulgent smile. She extended one hand toward him. “Come with me, Andros.”

Rising to his feet, his heart pounding with anticipation, Andros approached her with trembling steps. She flung her arms around his neck, pulled his face closer and kissed him. He entwined her in his powerful arms, savoring the warmth of her smooth skin against his bare chest. His excited manhood strained uncomfortably against the cotton fabric of his loin cloth. Feeling her pelvis grind against his arousal, he let out a deep sigh.

“I want to take you for a swim. There is no one but us on this desolate beach. You don’t have to be worried,” she told him.

He followed her as she took his hand and started to walk towards the sea. Tentatively, Andros stepped into the white surf. The waters wetted his feet. “It’s been a long time, my Mistress that I saw the sea. “

Her bubbly laugh cheered his heart. Intrigued by the tattoo on her belly, he caressed it gingerly. “What’s this? I hadn’t noticed it before.”

“I got it done yesterday. Have a closer look.”

He peered at it and saw the word ‘ANDROS’ etched in her flesh. Overwhelmed with emotion, tears welled up in his eyes.

“I want you to be with me all the time, lover,” she whispered, tugging at his loincloth. It collapsed to the ground, and his erect tool pointed straight at her.

Without hesitating he tore off her blouse and released her perky breasts. He bend and slipped off her panties. Completely naked, they both walked further into the sea, stopping only when the waters reached their chest.

Andros felt Jessica’s fingers wrap around his shaft as he pulled her into his embrace and planted hot kisses on her slender neck. The waters swirled around him like a sheet of silk while his hands rubbed her back and traced the contours of her butt. His hungry mouth sought her lips, and he slid his tongue between them to partake of her sweet essence.

Jessica placed her hands on his muscular shoulders as he supported her buttocks on his large palms. She reached one hand between them to grasp his maleness and placed its swollen tip at her entrance. He lowered her gradually, her vaginal muscles sheathing his turgid rod bit by bit.

Supported on his hands, she began to bob up and down on his hardness, her tight clutch generating exquisite friction. In spite of the warm waters, he could feel the distinct heat of her womanhood. He nibbled and sucked on both her nipples alternately and buried his head in her cleavage.

His fingertips dug into the pliable flesh of her hips. He raised her body such that his penis threatened to slip out. The panic on her face quickly changed into ecstasy as he impaled her on his spear the next moment. He continued this act, using the length of his shaft to stretch and delight her.

He sensed his approaching climax and began to walk toward the shore while she continued to frantically bobble upon him. Continuing to be embedded within her, he rolled her on the wet sand, positioned himself between her legs and thrust inside her with brute force. Soon, her body tightened, and she clenched her teeth. Immediately after, bellowing like a bull, he erupted inside her.

They continued to lie on the sand, holding each other for a long time. He kissed her one last time that day, bid goodbye and returned to the violin.

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