The Awakening - Jane Pt. 05

Apologies for the delay in submitting part 5. Work pressures means I have limited time to write these days. I do hope you enjoy...

Ag

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The sight that greeted me, as I sat on the top rung of the ladder, legs gently kicking back and forth in the warm, translucent waters, is and always will be irrevocably etched into my memory.

Twisting slightly, the last thing I expected to see were two majestic, 'tree trunk' like thighs, bowing ever so slightly, due to the long, curved slabs of muscle which ran along their length. Just the sight of his bare legs was enough to make me weak at the knees. And yet, as beautiful as those legs were, it was the expanse of white cotton, stretched so tightly, and bulging so magnificently...so obscenely... so unfathomably...between them, that made my mouth go dry. The sharp contrast between his dark, silky skin, and the tiny white thong was so wonderfully stark, and was quite possibly one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen. But it was more than just the contrast between light and dark.

The focus of my attention, and the object of my unbridled lust at that precise moment, was the gargantuan bulge in the crotch of that skimpy thong.There was something supremely primeval and obscenely lewd in the way that it hung so low between those Herculean thighs. In the way the cotton stretched so tautly; in the way it curved and swelled as it struggled to contain what appeared to be a nest of sleeping vipers. The way this man filled that swimsuit was a sight to behold for all of womankind. It was the Taj Mahal of crotches. And every single one I had sneakily peeked at over the last 30 odd years, now paled into insignificance.

All my previous disdain for men in speedos and thongs, prejudiced by years of grossly overweight European men shamelessly parading themselves on Caribbean beaches suddenly went out of the window. This simple, skimpy white thong on this heavenly man of colour was easily the most visually appealing thing I had ever laid eyes on. How could anybody be this perfect? I had quietly asked that question of myself several times since had entered our world. And I knew it would ultimately lead me down a dangerous path if I continued to seek the answer. He was the ultimate tease. The thong left nothing, and yet everything to the imagination. And of course, my imagination went into meltdown. And I suspected he knew. He knew exactly what effect wearing that thong would have on me. And I imagine he must have enjoyed seeing my reaction.

Especially as I was completely unprepared as I slowly turned towards him. He was stood behind me, just to my left, so as I twisted round, smiling at his words, my half formed reply caught in my throat. Sat where I was, my head was level with his knee, and as my gaze was drawn irrevocably upwards, I was afforded a stunning eyeful of that voluptuous crotch, just a few inches from my face. Oh, and how greedy I was. I felt no shame at the time, just a mixture of shock, and lust. And for a long moment, maybe a second or two, I paused, and quite blatantly ogled him, before my gaze continued its journey to meet his. I would like to think I recovered my wits and my composure swiftly. But that would be stretching the truth somewhat. My mind was blank, even though a flurry of emotions were swirling inside me, caused by the delicious vision my eyes had just feasted on. As I gazed up at him, my lips were creased into a tight smile and I managed to nod in reply before tearing my gaze back out to sea to where you were bobbing up and down with the current.

Had you seen? I wondered. I lifted a weak hand and waved, as a small knot of apprehension forming in my stomach. As you waved back, I felt Charles step closer, his feet planted either side of my firm rump. Leaning forward at the waist, he placed both hands on the ladder rail, arms locked in front of him. His chest was now hovering above my head, and he was very close to me, and I found myself feeling a tinge of unease. He looked relaxed, confident, and he was smiling as he shouted across to you;

"Hey Mike, you enjoying yourself buddy? Beautiful isn't it." His deep voice boomed across the turquoise water.

I sat rigid. Not daring to turn, or move, knowing full well if I did, I could have easily ended up with my face buried in his crotch. Not that the thought didn't appeal, but I was acutely aware how this must have looked to you, sat as I was in my own skimpy swimsuit, with a hunky black man towering over me; his barely concealed manhood just inches from grazing the nape of my neck. Our gentle flirting was something you could have laughed off as harmless fun, but this? I just hoped that you wouldn't feel threatened or irritated by his boldness. Charles had struck me as a man who was acutely aware of himself and his actions. He was always in control; it was one of the traits I found so attractive in him. So there wasn't a shadow of doubt in my mind that he knew exactly what he was doing when he had leant forward, draping his body over mine, placing his arms and legs aside me, as if to cage me. It felt like he was sending out some unspoken message. To you.To me? To us both? To the universe? What that message was, I was almost scared to guess. But to my finely tuned female intuition, it felt as though the spider had just staked a claim on the fly...

The realisation of which triggered a powerful mix of feelings inside me. Some of them entirely expected; trepidation, concern and anxiety over your reaction as my husband. But the one I never thought I'd have felt before any of this happened, was the wave of intense arousal that flooded through me. I think it was in part, due to the closeness of his body to mine. And if that had been the only cause, then maybe I could have rationalised that as being a natural reaction. Only I knew it was something more than just proximity. I was also shocked at how I was behaving. In any other circumstances, I would never have tolerated another man invading my personal space, and acting so disrespectfully to my husband. But, sat in his shadow, the thought to move away from him had never crossed my mind. And as Charles continued to stand over me, his beautiful strong body shielding me from the sun, there was no irritation, or anger. Quite the opposite. The idea that Charles was indulging in some territorial display of machismo over me made me feel incredibly sexy.

And so at that moment, when the rational, married woman should have attempting to claim back her personal space, and return to her husbands side, this married little fly was beginning to experience some powerful submissive stirrings deep inside. Stirrings which I had never experienced before, but which were now being triggered by a complete stranger who I had only met the day before.

Through all of this, I hadn't really been following the shouted conversation between you both. I had been lost in the thoughts, feelings and emotions which were bombarding me. But I was aware that Charles hadn't acknowledged me during it, and feeling as incredibly aroused as I was, I couldn't resist allowing my arm to brush gently against his leg. His response thrilled me. In the midst of shouting something to you, he shifted his weight slightly, causing his thigh to press against my shoulder and upper arm for a moment. It was a very subtle, very deliberate response. One that you had no awareness of. But one that set off fireworks inside me.

And finally, the spell was broken. With a final hearty chuckle, he stood upright, pushing himself back from the ladder rail, and releasing his momentary hold over me.

"Ok, enough talk. I'll grab my snorkel and join you." Charles boomed.

He took a step back from me, gazed down and extended his hand. Unfortunately, his hand was just an inch to the left of his enormous package and so once again I was unable to stop my gaze lingering over it for a fleeting moment before I smiled in thanks, placed my delicate hand in his, and allowed myself to be strongly but gently lifted to my feet. It would be easier when I was stood I thought. My peripheral vision would still allow longing glances to be cast towards that bulging thong, but without having to be so blatant as to actually look at it. Not that I intended to be deliberately blatant. I was just scared I wouldn't be able to resist and I would be caught looking. Either by him or you. He kept hold of my hand for a moment, before releasing it and smiling at me. That knowing smile that did strange, wondrous things to my stomach.

"Why thank you kind sir." I cooed.

And that's when I decided to try and play him at his own game. Holding his gaze, my back turned to you, I reached up to run both hands through my hair, carefully and slowly gathering the wet mass of curls, tilting my head back and exposing my neck to him and I scrunched them dry. Deliberately arching my back as I did so, thrusting my large, heavy breasts out before him so they strained terribly against my skimpy bikini top. I had closed my eyes for a moment, rolling my head from side to side as I ran my hands through my silky locks. Twirling them my fingers. Not daring to peek, but hoping he was enjoying the view. I knew what effects my full, shapely breasts had on men, even unintentionally or when hidden beneath a top, and the power and knowledge always gave me a secret thrill. But now, I was giving Charles his own private show, up close and personal. I knew my nipples would be large, and prominent through my top. I had been resigned much earlier in the trip to the fact that it would be impossible to even try and try and hide their arousal and right then, I wanted him to see everything. It was a very deliberate pose I had struck. Emphasising all of my curves, my sensual, shapely body. All of my womanly charms were on display for him at that very moment. And I was revelling in my power.

And when I had judged he had had enough, with one last flick of my hair, I opened my eyes and slowly let my arms drop to my sides. A coquettish smile on my face as I gazed at him. And the reaction was exactly what I hoped for. A trace of a knowing smile. And his eyes were flinty. A trace of something I'd not seen before. Hunger maybe? Power? I was still fighting an almost constant battle with myself to not let my gaze drop to his crotch, but it was still big enough that it drew my peripheral vision to it. God it looked massive. As my breasts would have appeared to him, so we both stood there for a moment. Eyes locked on one another. Both of us resisting the urge to openly leer at the other. It was a second of blissful agony. And my insides were in turmoil. My emotions were escalating rapidly and so once again, I began the gargantuan effort of reigning them in. For my own sake, and for yours. But this time, there was no twinge of guilt to assist me. Now, it was purely out of concern that your feelings might be hurt, as this mutual attraction was growing stronger and more obvious by the minute. And the realisation that I had to pull back was like a cuffed blow to the stomach. I knew it was the right thing to do, but it didn't feel right at all and it took all my self restraint and moral fibre to finally get a grip on myself. Maybe the cocktails were beginning to wear off a little, allowing common sense and loyalty to prevail once more.

Charles noticed the miniscule change. Maybe he saw something in my eyes, or noticed a slight change in my posture. But being so adept at reading and no doubt seducing women, he understood the moment had passed, so he smiled, turned to pick up a towel from the daybed and handed it to me.

"Help yourself to another drink Jane if you're getting a little hot. I'm gonna show Mike the reef. Grab a mask if you want to join us?"

I smiled. I was feeling hot, but not because of the sun blazing down. And he knew it too.

"Thanks sugah. I'll be back out in a second. Is the bathroom through the back?"

"Its just through the lounge. I'll show you."

He turned, stepped to the rail and boomed; "Give me one sec Mike. Just gonna grab the camera."

I heard a splash, and then "No problem. You ok baby? Are you coming back in?"

I smiled. "Yes love, I'm fine. Just going to freshen up."

"Ok babe."

Charles had turned back to me, and extended his hand once more. Again, I was a little surprised at how tactile he was being, but without thinking, I placed my hand in his, letting him guide me inside, through the impeccably decorated lounge, past the comfortable looking sofas, to the front of the boat. He was holding my right hand in his, my wrist rotated inwards which meant every so often the back of my hand grazed against his hip where the waistband of his thong sat. I also took the opportunity to check out his bum. And yet again, what I saw made me feel weak. Two perfectly chiselled buttocks, like two ball bearings rubbing softly against each other in a small white sack. They made me want to sink my nails deep into the firm flesh.

"Are you glad you came Jane?"

The question snapped me back from my distracted thoughts, and I murmured my agreement.

"Mmmhmmm. Its amazing. All of it."

I had been amazed at how deceptively large the living space was as he had led me through the lounge, but even then, Charles was a big man and as we entered a long curved corridor, the space became a little more confined, and so when Charles stopped suddenly, and I didn't, my ample chest pressed against his muscular back for a couple of seconds until I regained my balance.

"Ooops...sorry Charles." I giggled. Trying to laugh off my embarrassment, as I knew he had just felt the full weight of my firm breasts mashing against him; my hard nipples grazing his bare skin through the soft cotton of my bikini top. Which sent an electric shock straight to my core, so the wetness and the gentle ache I had felt deep inside me all morning, now became a steady pulsating, throbbing sensation, resonating outwards from my soaked pussy to my abdomen. Good god, I couldn't remember being in such a heightened state of arousal for such a sustained amount of time. I was in danger of unravelling in front of him.

He chuckled softly, and half twisted, just as I stepped back slightly. His fingers still held mine, but as my forearm was twisted inwards, as he lifted his hand as though to twirl me around, my arm was drawn a tad awkwardly across my chest as he turned to face me. My wrist resting snugly against my deep cleavage.

"Don't apologise. I'm hard to avoid." His gaze dropped for a moment to my chest before continuing with a cheeky smile; "Mind you...in your defence Jane, so are those."

"Ha ha." I laughed sarcastically before pouting, looking down at my full breasts and adding a tad flirtily; "They help keep me afloat, so you need to be nice to them."

He laughed loudly, shaking his head. "Do they now, well in that case, we need to make sure they are well looked after. Cant have you drowning on us now can we?"

This was all very new. I had never openly flirted like this with anyone, and yet again, here I was, sharing my body quite blatantly, and intimately with this relative stranger. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't find it exhilarating. I found the gentle back and forth between us, and the attention he was lavishing on my boobs extremely exciting. I was also very impressed with his flirting. He read me perfectly. H knew when to be subtle, and when to stop being subtle but without being crude or crass. And having not flirted with anyone for such a long time, he was giving me such a huge ego boost, that I had the confidence to up the stakes every now and again.

"God forbid. Drowning is not a good look. But don't worry, my girls are usually very good at letting me know when they are feeling unhappy...or neglected."

He frowned. Dropping his voice a shade and whispering in my ear;

"Whilst you are a guest on my boat, nothing shall be...neglected. Certainly not, your 'girls'. "

I smiled; "Is that so Captain?"

A deep rumble sounded in his throat; "Mmhmmmm. I am at your beck and call m'lady. Nothing is too much trouble. You only need to say the word..."

I paused for a moment. Screwing my face up as though I was pondering his words. Rocking back on one heel, and allowing my gaze to quite blatantly sweep downwards. Over his perfect chest, rippled abs...to finally linger on his bulge.

"A most generous..." I paused again for a long moment, before lifting my gaze back to meet his and continuing; "...Offer Captain. You will be the first to know."

For a couple of seconds, neither of us moved a muscle. The only sound, was of my heart thumping in my chest, which rose and fell deeply with each breath. My gaze dropped to his full lips, and for a fleeting moment, I wondered whether he would try and kiss me. And how it would feel to kiss those lips. They looked so very soft. Very full. I had never kissed a black man before, and just as I thought that, I felt mine part slightly. Oh Christ, this was not good, so I dragged my gaze from his mouth, to his eyes.

They smiled back at me. "Very good m'lady." Another long pause. "The bathroom is just on the left." Charles said softly.

I nodded. Unable to look away. "Thank you Captain."

He let his hooked fingers slip from mine, and I turned, finding the door handle and stepping inside. Locking it behind me, I exhaled deeply and leant back against the door. I knew I was now uncomfortably deep in unchartered waters. It was all quite surreal. What was I doing? I'd never flirted like that with anyone. Even when I was single. Had I just given this man the green light to pursue me even more? My libido was beginning to get out of control. The simmering arousal I had felt when Charles first approached us the night before, was now a roaring inferno. Threatening to engulf me and my marriage and burn it to the ground. 'Sleeping Beauty' was beginning to write checks that married, loyal Jane couldn't honour.

The most uncomfortable part of it all, was a faint feeling of dread that was now hanging over me. It was the panicked realisation that, had he actually tried to kiss me at that moment, I couldn't honestly say how I would have reacted. I needed reassurance from the sane, rational part of me, to convince me that I would have stopped it. That I would have stopped him. I gazed up at the ceiling, attempting to conjure up an image in my mind's eye. To soothe my frayed nerve and restore some sanity. I began to paint a picture in my head; Charles gazing at me, then leaning in slowly, lips parting...followed by my slapping him, admonishing him. At least that was the plan, only the latter part of the scene never actually materialised, and instead, my subconscious hijacked proceedings, so that image which filled my head was of me on my knees, in front of Charles...hooking my fingers in the waistband of his thong, and slowly drawing them down over those massive thighs...

I shook my head and groaned. That was NOT going to happen. I stepped to the sink, turned on the tap and cupped some handfuls of cool water over my face. As I looked into the mirror, I saw me. But I didn't fully recognise the woman gazing back at me. What had happened. Where had your loyal, devoted wife gone? I nearly sobbed at that moment, as I thought of you. Picturing you splashing around in the sea, apparently blissfully unaware of the chemistry between Charles and I. Shaking my head, I actually admitted to myself for the first time, that I had put had myself into a situation which I might not be in control of. And it was all my own fault. I was the one that convinced you we should take up his invitation. I knew the risks. I knew yet I chose to ignore them. My attraction to Charles was no longer a harmless flirtation, or even a crush. I was beginning to slowly become infatuated with him. He played me like a finely tuned violin. And that excited me beyond anything I could recall.