Tidal Passion

Just a moment's hesitation, before Brad moved up close behind her, and placed his hard point at her entrance. Linda's hips jerked back to ensure immediate access of his cock. His whole length surged up into her, a piston riding her gap, and she screamed on her ready orgasm.

For Brad thrusting avidly into her honey channel, it was pure ecstasy to be taking her, hearing her continued moans and yelps, and feeling her responding b thrust back at him. His hands reached around to squeeze her breasts tenderly, before one hand stroked down her belly to find her clit once more. A move that drove her over the edge once more, and wild obscenities poured from her mouth. While her hips ground frantically back at him.

Her inner muscles clenching on his heaving cock, her hips thrusting, the smooth rapturous feel of her under his fingers, all added to his own hefty drive into her, were just too much. Within seconds he was exploding his seed deep inside her, hearing his own growls matching her ecstatic cries.

He was hunched against her back as the final involuntary jerks emptied him. Brad was delighted to hear her lightly whisper, "So good. So good."

Below them the water was deepening, splashing madly at the dark entrance, before flowing more calmly up to the lower rocks. Slowly Brad eased back until his flaccid cock drooped out of Linda, and slowly she stood, reached for her handbag from which she extracted a pack of tissues. Handing some to Brad, she began to dab at the cum running between her thighs.

"It really was," Linda said, turning to him as she wiped.

"What?" Brad asked, using the tissues on himself.

"So good," she told him. "I've been fucked so often over recent months." Her face came close to his as she went on, "Some innocent little virgin, eh?"

Linda paused, and raised her face for Brad to kiss, before going on, "But what you've shown from that very first kiss, makes me see that I've been so naive."

Brad felt just a little embarrassed, yet pleased, "I'm not that good," he said modestly. Were there real tears in her eyes? "Come on, one more rock and we're on the plateau. You can tell me your story."

With little struggle they reached the flat level of rock, about ten yards long. They spread the towel and sat snuggled together, arms around each other, watching the dark sea rise below them.

"I'm not cold," Linda said, sounding surprised.

"The air's still warm, out of that wind," Brad told her, and then squeezing her shoulder, added lightly, "And given the fun you've just had—Now tell me."

Lying with her head against his bare chest, "I'll sound so dumb." Linda began reluctantly. "Mike, from that first date, when I discovered I was highly sexed, but gave him all the credit. He had my virgin mind believing he was the ultimate. Those first months he took me in every orifice. Hurt me often. But what did I know?"

Brad's anger rose as she told of him fingering her to orgasm in cinemas, taking her against a wall in back lanes while people passed on the main street, telling her that this was a sure way of retaining his "love". "That's what he called it," Linda was almost sobbing now. "Then he asked me, told me, how much he'd enjoy watching his best friend take me."

Brad found himself hardly daring to breathe, to suppress his anger, as she told him of the depravities inflicted on her.

"I did it, but then it was other friends. You see why I'm a slut?"

"No, you're not," Brad said vehemently. "The bastard abused your innocence."

"I know that now," she said plaintively, and her eyes were moist as she turned her face up to him, before telling him of the events of the evening before.

An all-night fancy dress party at the mansion-style home of a rich friend. Linda was an Egyptian princess, and Mike went as a Roman centurion. It was a lavish house, loads of rich folk, and champagne by the gallon.

At sometime early morning, Mike had told her that his rich friend wanted to fuck her. This fat bellied guy led her to his bedroom and immediately passed out. Linda went to find Mike, found him being straddled by a dark-haired naked beauty, and they had both laughed at her. Then the jeering woman revealed that Linda was just a stand-by for others in Mike's life.

As she turned away she heard Mike laugh, "'She'll be back, she knows how good I am.'

Linda told of wandering aimlessly, before trailing down to the beach. "I was hurting so much I even thought of walking into the sea."

Brad was so shocked, he turned her tear stained face to his, "You wouldn't have done that, would you?"

"Anger was just replacing self-pity when the rain came." She buried her face into Brad's shoulder, "Oh, and you've been so different, so gentle." Linda's face almost broke his heart as she looked up at him again, and whimpered, "You really don't think I'm a slut, do you?"

"I think you've been put through a travesty of living that you didn't deserve. You are too lovely for that."

Linda's hand stroked over his bare chest, as she said, "Now you know why I wanted those photos." She looked up at him and it was good to see a look of triumph on her face. "I'm going to send them to him, but then I'll change all my contact details, so he can't respond."

"Vengeance can be sweet," Brad said, with a glad smile.

"I'd love to see his face when he sees your lovely cock, going into me. Pity he won't see how gentle you were." Her brow wrinkled as she asked, "Didn't you say something earlier about being angry and hurting too?"

"Oh, yes, not as much pain as you maybe but emotionally I know how you feel." Brad said and told her that Rita had been a fashion model. "Beautiful. Lively.. Insisted on doing it in every room in our flat. Then-" Brad sighed, "-just last week-end she phoned, couldn't face me, to admit that she was going to live with this very rich fashion designer, who I'd thought of as a wimpish character."

"Her loss," Linda said and then gave a cold chuckle, "So here we are, two shipwrecks stranded on the rocks."

"Very apt," Brad told her, and they hugged each other, while fresh ideas built up in Brad's mind. When the tide went out he could not imagine that, even though it had been such a short spell, they could just go their separate ways.

They were silent for a few minutes, watching the sea roar up to the opening and then flow gently to the rocks below them. When he noticed Linda's deeper breathing, he found that she was sleeping, her head on his chest.

"You've been awake all night," Brad said quietly, and stroked her hair. "I'd forgotten."

Brad's backside was complaining about the hard rock under him, but he did not move. He wasn't sure how long he sat, stroking Linda's hair, and watching the dark sea pouring in below them.

He had just managed to pull his haversack under him to give some relief, when he was aware of Linda's fingers stroking along his flaccid cock, which instantly twitched.

Her voice was almost dream-like as he heard her murmur, "What a promising sight to wake up to." She raised her head to look at him as her fingers closed around his roused hardness.

God, Brad was finding that face every bit as thrilling as what her fingers were doing to him. Come on, Brad, get your thinking straight. Things don't happen that quickly. But his mind was full of ideas about time and tide, and chances.

Already he was hard in her fingers, and those eyes looked into his, and they were clouded as she whispered, "Brad, would you, please, screw Mike completely out of my body's memory"

Brad could not restrain a laugh, as he quickly said, "I'm sorry, Linda, but I've been thinking." It was good to see the little cloud of worry cross her face.

"Yes?" she said, her voice shaky.

"Yes, and I'd rather it was me screwing you without any thought of Mike."

For a moment she looked uncertain, then a relieved smile crossed her face, "Yes, we can do both things at once."

Thinking of the tough rock under him, Brad suggested that Linda straddle him. "But you'll be uncomfortable," she said.

"Uncomfortable, driving up inside you? I doubt it."

She was still holding on to his hardening cock, as she placed her feet on either side of him and began to lower herself. Brad, on impulse, reached his fingers out to poke into that smooth crevice. Ah, his fingers came away soaked. No doubt she was ready.

"Just place it exactly where you want it," Brad whispered.

With some expertise, she manoeuvred his cock head until Brad could feel those warm lips enclose it. He immediately thrust with his hips as she settled down causing his erection to pierce up deep into her, drawing satisfied gasps from both.

It soon became clear that Linda was very used to this position, and Brad cast that thought from his mind, as she wriggled and rose and fell above him. Her face, her eyes, her lips all showed signs of how much pleasure she was getting from their activity.

Brad stroked both breasts, before she leaned forward to place moistened lips on his, and briefly their tongues tangled. As she drew back, she murmured, "We could be the only people in the world."

Fanciful. given what she had left behind her, Brad thought, but her rising and falling along his heaving rod had him grunting. He reached down, and his fingers easily found her clit. The moment he touched it, she gave off such a squeal of delight, and her heaving up and down on him increased.

"Oh, Brad, I'm cumming," her voice came from far away as his own balls began to leak their supply. Normally he might have rolled over on top of her to gain extra thrust, but given their situation, he managed to sit up, so they were face to face, breast to breast at the moment they both hit that high. Together they twisted, squirmed, gasped, grunted, and, yes, laughed. It was, despite some discomfort, that kind of delight.

Tissues at the ready, they cleaned up as best they could, and Linda began, "I could suck you clean, I've done—" Brad placed his fingers over her lips, not wanting to hear any more of what had happened in the past.

Linda sighed and moved to lie alongside him, "Oh, why couldn't I have met you a year ago?"

"Because this day has been planned for us by more kindly gods." Brad told her.

"Oh, that's a lovely thought," Linda sighed.

They lay for a long time, watched the tide begin to recede, while outside the sky was brightening. Linda raised a worried face to him, "Is it nearly over?"

"Only if you want it to be."

Linda sighed again and told him how she intended to email the photos of their activities to Mike. "Then I'll change all my contact points, email address, iphone, everything."

"But he must know where you live?"

Linda's face fell. She clearly hadn't considered that. But Brad saw the chance to put to her the idea that had been mulling in his mind over the past hours.

"What can I do?" she asked looking so uncertain.

"Suppose you weren't there?"

"My parents live too far away, and he knows most of my friends since—" She stopped and shook her head.

"Would you come back to my flat? There's something I need you to do there."

Her face moved from worry to something close to excitement, but she asked, "What could I do?"

"Well," he drew in a deep breath, "I need every room in the place cleared."

She frowned, "Cleared? Of what?"

"Of bad memories—you said I'd helped you expel your bad memories. Well?"

Her face was a picture of confused thoughts, joy, surprise, concern.

"There's only one proviso," Brad said, putting on his mock serious expression.

"What's that?" she asked.

Brad gave her a wide grin, and hugged her close, "When you've done the last room, you have to start all over again, and again, and again."

Linda buried her face into his neck, and Brad felt her body heaving against him.

Linda was sobbing quietly. Brad lifted her chin, "If that thought makes you so unhappy—"

"No, no," Linda shook her head madly. "I feel so lucky."

Brad told her that when they left the cave they could drive to her place, which, he learned, was only three miles away. They could pack all the clothes and things she might need, collect her laptop, which she was definitely going to need.

"And then back to my place."

A gurgling from below them had them looking to where the sea, was withdrawing near the entrance and outside brightness showed that the clouds had passed.

Linda had one request, "Could we do it once more in here? Standing against the wall. Rid me of one last memory."

Just a little surprised Brad told her it could still be uncomfortable. He was even more surprised when she picked up the towel as they stood up and indicated his haversack "With the towel, rolled, and your sack placed at my lower back".

Within seconds they were standing toe to toe, with Linda's back cushioned against the wall, as they kissed passionately, and Brad fingered her clit until she began twisting her head. She gasped wildly, and it seemed that they were driving to a wondrous conclusion, as Brad entered her, heaved upwards, almost lifting her off her feet.

There was no way that this could last long, within seconds they were pounding madly at each other. Linda's finger nails raked Brad's bare back, and if anyone had been outside they'd have been wondering what kind of dragon made noises like that.

Once again, they clung together in their exhaustion, and watched as the water cleared the entrance. They dressed slowly in slightly damp clothes, collected their things and walked out to the entrance, blinking at the brightness.

Then, together they walked out into the promising sunshine of the rest of their lives.