Holy Fuck... Ch. 02

- God I love you my sweet sexwoman. Cum for me now darling, please. We're just passing a parked coach, and there are eyes on you, on what you're doing to your cunt...

She watched her own naked sex as it exploded. Liquid pulsed in the air and she keened the beauty of her completion. For her man. For herself.

*****

She drew the jeans up her legs, settled on the damp seat. Sandy reached back for a towel, and she folded it under her gratefully. Loch Lomond twinkled in afternoon sunlight, the mass of Ben Lomond dominating the opposite shore. Despite the beauty of the journey, her eyes fluttered closed, her man's voice murmuring of what they were passing. Memories of their enchanted island twined with the awful reality that soon they must part again. But her mind kept returning to Islay, to some of the most bewitching days she'd ever experienced...

She felt the touch of his hand on her thigh through jumbled half-dreams. The engine noise ceased. He was kissing her as she reached back upward into reality, a swimmer breaking through the surface after too long underwater.

- Welcome home, darling.