Sunset: For Her

I turned slowly to face Fran. I'd missed something. His last comment...

"We have?" I asked him eventually.

"Don't you remember?" he said plainly. "Probably around this time of year I think."

I felt my heart thud in my chest.

"Not Christmas last but the one before that," Fran continued. Was he talking about...that night? "We had boxes everywhere, the hallway was like a maze, there were some in the bedroom too, like sand, gets everywhere!"

He chuckled at his own joke and returned his attention back to the sea. He was reminiscing about the same night that would not leave my head, or he was about to.

"Eighty six," he prompted me and returned his attention to me. "December time. Remember now?" he asked me after a few minutes of silence.

"Those lads in the scrub across the road," I said. My eyes travelling slowly over his face to his lips and back to meet his eyes. Fran nodded for me to continue. "In the darkness they were watching us, staring at us through the window."

Exhibitionists once more

I was aware of how close we were sitting all of a sudden. The hood of my wind cheater billowed in the wind around my head. I could feel the Lycra of my leggings brush against Fran's leg. It was like I felt faint, light headed, a pulling or yearning to move toward Fran. Part of me wanted to fight it, we could never get anything resolved if we kissed. But the other part....the burning desire part wanted to stick all the fuel on the fire and let that sexual bonfire burn until the sun came up!

"We'd been in the shower," Fran added, prompting me.

"Our first one after it was all finished," I said. I wasn't sure I could actually sit on the bench at the Stump and verbally relive that epic night of passion and emotion. I felt Fran's hand on my knee and realised I was going to try. "We couldn't stop laughing, tickling each other on our new bed. Precious moments."

I felt his hand on my thigh and tried to force back a shiver. I wasn't cold. We were close together now, I feel his chest rise and fall with each breath. This was really going to happen wasn't it? Right here and the Stump. Oh come on! This was ridiculous, no way were we going to kiss now, it was laughable, impossible.

"We hadn't even tested the new remote control blinds," Fran said.

"The bedroom was so dark and that sunset...do you remember how amazing it was?"

Fran nodded. "Most beautiful one I have ever seen."

My hands had found their way under his fleece. They rested against his body, ready to wrap around him at a moments notice.... What? What they hell! My hands were cold, that's it. It was December. I was allowed to do that, men are hardy and proud, women are allowed to seek warmth and comfort.

"I remember I wanted to run out and wrap my arms around it," I said, unable to stop my memories from bypassing my brain and joining forces with my mouth. "And we stood at the window together, naked and unashamed. Natural."

I shuddered then. I had already relived the next event once only a few hours ago and I was about to speak it out loud to the guy who used to be my friend, lover, emotional twin, spiritual partner. My everything. Who was now....what? Business partner? Colleague? This could be very embarrassing, or it would be if I just admitted how aroused I was.

"For all the world to see," Fran said.

His hands had moved, they rested on the tops of my thighs now. I could feel his breath on my ear as we were virtually hugging. This was going to happen wasn't it? I wanted it. Needed it to happen. I just couldn't get the words out.

"I can't," I said and lowered my head.

The moment was slipping away and there was nothing I could do to prevent it.

"Jane you are so...unbelievably beautiful," Fran said suddenly. He paused and added quietly: "It felt like pure silk when I pushed myself inside you."

Warmth flooded between my legs. My heart pounded against my rib cage and I lifted my head, my mouth seeking out his with such urgency I hadn't felt before. Our lips forced together, I felt his tongue flicker over mine and I chased it with my own. When we parted I gasped for breath.

"I wanted your tongue on my nipples," I said, my voice hushed. "I didn't even say anything and your hands were there. Teasing, touching, pinching them. I could feel you sliding in and out of me...slow and deep, so gentle and firm...and I was so wet...then you teased me, rubbing yourself against me and..."

The words caught in my throat. I swear I was going to climax right at that moment without even being touched! I looked into Fran's green eyes. I felt his hands on my hips, his breath on my lips.

"That was when we saw the flash," Fran said. "Outside across the road. We both saw it."

"They were watching us make love," I said. My hands were under Fran's t-shirt, sliding over his muscular torso, feeling the springy hairs on his chest between my fingers. "We didn't hide. We just stood there."

"We gave them a show," Fran added.

I felt his hands under my vest, pushing the material upward until he met my sports bra. That didn't stop his intentions. The bra slipped up over my breasts. I sighed when his hands cupped my boobs and then trembled when his fingers began to play with my painfully erect nipples.

"You practically lifted me off my feet when you entered me," I said. My lips seeking out his once more. We kissed quickly, hungrily. "You always had a perfect rhythm, but this time...it was heavenly...deep into me and pulling out almost all the way before filling me over and over...felt like nothing on Earth...and when your hands moved down to touch my...my..."

"You were wet and slick. Your clit so proud and rigid," Fran said. "Beautiful."

"I climaxed so hard the first time." I was panting, my hands moving over his body almost at a panic. His fingers were sending jolts of energy from my nipples out all over my skin. "I nearly passed out...but you held me tight. I could feel something else passing between us, more than physical pleasure...something unspoken..."

I pulled back and looked into his eyes. He wore an expression of concern and doubt. "Emotional, kind of spiritual?" he asked.

With a surge of happiness I embraced him. When we separated I felt my desire screaming inside my chest, crying out for my emotional and physical needs to be satisfied by this one man, the only one I loved. I kissed him long and deep and when I pulled away I was already yanking my wind cheater over my head.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes. Here. Now," I hissed quietly. "Do you want me?"

Fran nodded. No other discussion was needed. I threw down my wind cheater and started tugging at my vest top and sport bra, flinging them to the ground. I kicked off my trainers and socks and stood in front of Fran. In one swift movement his hands hauled my Lycra leggings down to the ground and off my feet. I was exposed. Naked and more aroused than ever.

His hands roamed up my legs, over my bottom to my boobs. He held them gently in his hands before moving down over my stomach, slowing as his finger trailed my pubic vee, he paused to pass a finger over my lips, grazing them gently, enticing a whimper from my mouth.

Fran whirled me around and sat me on the bench. He tore at his yellow Dash fleece and t-shirt, throwing them behind him at the same time I robbed him off his cycle shorts. His erection bobbed in the cool air before my face. Fran didn't manage to bend and pull off his trainers because I took him in my mouth. He gasped as my lips wrapped around him, sucking his length in over my tongue. I was hungry to taste and feel every part of his body. I felt his hands in my hair pulled me onto him, thrusting himself into my mouth. I pulled back and licked him from base to tip before pushing him away so I could stand.

We kissed. His cock straining against my stomach. "Make love to me, Fran. I want this to be our fresh start. Our way forward."

"The past is dead," he said between kisses. "Except this day. Our day."

"Our centre."

Fran turned me to face the sea. The sun had just touched the horizon, long fingers of cirrus lay across the sky, tinged red and orange by the sun. Fran's strong arms wrapped around me, hugging me close. I moved forward, my hands grabbed the back of the bench, I wriggled against him, eager and ready. He trailed his hands down along my spine, gliding them over my skin. They rested on my hips for a moment before I felt him brush against my swollen lips. His helmet gently nudged my lips apart and slid between them, filling me, not stopping until he was completely buried inside my pussy.

His hands gripped my breasts, fingers working on my pink hard nipples, pinching and squeezing them, making me squirm against him in ecstasy. Ever so slowly he withdrew, pulling almost all the way out of me, leaving his tip nestled between my wet tingling lips.

I gasped loudly as he plunged back into me. "Deep," I said with a sigh. "Deep and slow and strong...it's soooo good...that's it..."

We had never been very vocal when we made love, there was no need for instruction as we instinctively knew how to pleasure each other. But now I found myself speaking, hushed tones, often barely a whisper, words merged into a grunt or groan. I was aroused beyond measure, it felt like a mini orgasm rushed through every nerve ending when Fran pushed up inside me.

I didn't want him to stop playing with my nipples yet I wanted more tingles between my legs, just how I remembered from the night of the voyeurs.

"Pleasure yourself," I heard Fran say into my ear as if he had read my thoughts. "Reach down and feel how hard your clit is. Play with it until you cum."

I did it. With my right hand gripping the bench I used my left hand to rub my clit, gently at first, but building up the pressure and speed to match Fran's rhythm. We moved together like the flow of the waves spilling onto the beach -- the sea pulling back then sending a wave crashing against the sand, over and over.

"Jane, I'm close," Fran said, his words almost lost in a breathless pant.

"Me too," I replied. His speed quickened, his length sliding back and forth with more urgency, harder and faster. Beyond my own desire for pleasure I wanted to feel his cum inside me, the feeling of his cock jerking as his sperm jetted in my pussy.

There was a cool evening breeze in the air but I could feel the sweat rolling between my breasts and down my back. Somewhere above us on the cliff road came the sound of a car rolling by. If anyone came down the trail, dressed in evening winter gear they would have been more than a shocked to find the two of us, butt naked and sweaty, making love on the Stump. Another tale for rumour to spread into the pages of Crafthole village history.

Our efforts increased to the ultimate point of no return. I yelled out when my orgasm gushed through my body, every last nerve ending was on fire as a storm of electric joy thrilled me to my soul. My skin was hot like instant sunburn had just struck me. My clit was on fire, sensitive beyond belief but I continued to rub it, sending out continuous waves of pleasure until Fran came. It felt as if the world itself was rumbling and roaring in my ears, celebrating my climax with me. I actually felt the earth move, bringing truth to the old saying.

A moment later Fran tensed, pressing against my back, forcing himself deep inside my pussy as he came, grunting and exhaling a deep breath on my neck. He shuddered for several seconds, each time I felt him ejaculating long and hard deep inside me. Never before had we pushed ourselves to the the limits of our physical and emotional boundaries.

We staggered back away from the bench and sank to the floor, resting against a sand dune. Fran remained inside me for a few moments until I shuffled around to face him. Juices escaped onto my thigh and I quivered a little at the strange sensation. I kissed him gently. His heart was still thudding and his chest hair was matted with sweat. He slid a finger over my breast, flicking up a bead of sweat from my left nipple.

"This is the first day," he said to me, his green eyes staring into mine. "Our line in the sand starts here. I truly love you, Jane. You and no other."

"I am so in love with you," I replied. "There is a connection isn't there? Something more spiritual like you said. You feel it too don't you?"

Fran nodded. "An unbreakable bond."

On that chilly day in December, two years since the night of the voyeurs and that amazing sunset, and one year since our split, we lay there on that sand dune, naked, in each others arms, watching the sky. The sun sat on the horizon like half an orange on a dark table top.

It was a perfect sunset.