Ayo Sue

As I looked at the open sea I felt an uncontrollable urge to move towards it. Suddenly there was a flash of light; I instantly reacted by shielding my eyes. Then it was gone and I gingerly opened my eyes. I found myself standing below deck in the galley of a schooner. I was wearing a silk slip which was smooth and soft to my touch. Taking a peek inside I saw that I was wearing a matching

Rigby & Peller’s bra and knickers. Very sexy I thought. 

I opened the fridge, no need for a girl to go hungry, who knew when I might get a chance to eat next. Inside was a beautifully laid out platter of lobster and crab meat. I took a taste; this was some of the finest crab I had tasted. I was sure the lobster was too. I was half expecting him to have some

Kobe beef. I was right he did. Whoever this person was it was someone of great refinement. Someone of distinction. Having had my fill I decided to go up onto the deck. I was immediately greeted with a cloudless blue sky and warm, satisfying sunshine. The sun beat down with an almost searing heat yet it seemed as if this day had been made in heaven. The waters were a clear blue crystal and just off in the distance I could see the white sands of a secluded beach. Where was I Mustique? Wherever I was was certainly a mystery but not one I was inclined to solve.

On the deck there was a luxurious deck towel laid down, it seemed to be calling my name and I was certainly up to listening to it. By the side was a large ice bucket containing Beluga caviar and a bottle of champagne. Boerl & Kroff, this man had taste. I let my slip fall to the floor, it occurred to me that I might be better wearing a bikini, but then I thought maybe he preferred me to be in my lingerie. And besides I looked good, smokin’ in fact, there would be no complaints.

I laid back on the towel it felt soft and luxurious, put on my Coco Chanel sunglasses to shield my eyes. The heat was becoming over powering, I reached in and took an ice cube, it was just right, not too cold as to burn, but melting slowly as I held it in my palm. I stroked the ice cube around my neck at let the liquid seep through my fingers. It spread like tributaries of a great river seemingly knowing automatically where they were heading. It flowed down my chest and my bosoms heaved with the sensation drawn to the apex of my bosom and finally reaching its destination, my god my nipples were so hard and erect. I ventured down with my hand slowly circling my nipples with the ice cube. My bra came off and I felt an instant urge to caress and taste them, so alive so sensitive to the touch it sent shivers down my body. Gently I teased my hand down still caressing my body with the ice cube until it met the trim of panties. I felt an uncontrollable urge to carry on; I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to. My hand slipped inside my panties teasing myself with the ice cube.

The liquid from the ice merged with mine, I felt my body quiver with delight, and my panties came off. 

I lay completely naked on the deck, the sun beating down and my senses on overload. I looked up raised my sunglasses as there stood before me a man, clearly a man of distinction. He had pleasing smile which we exchanged. Though I was naked I felt completely at ease, he had laid on all this and it had certainly pleased me and I would please him. Together we would be riding on cloud nine.

 Ayo Sue xxx

 Across the street from me I can see  an old fashioned Italian delicatessen, the sort that would not seem out of place in a small town in Sicily. It has a rustic charm with a basket of bread outside and hanging in the window is various salami sausages and a faint whiff of a bygone era. Perched against the window is an old fashioned delivery bicycle,  ready with a delivery to be made. It looks as if it’s filled with all manner of mouth watering delicacies.

 I wonder where it’s going and who it’s for.

 I keep in mind why I’m really watching. To get a secret glimpse, a longing, a fleeting glance, anything just as long as I can have my moment. The clandestine surveillance heightens my senses, electrifying every nerve in my body, making it feel as if at any moment it may erupt, propelling me to a new intensity not yet felt. I get a tingling sensation throughout my body every time. I take a secret peek, will he see me, and can I avoid detection?  My senses are on overload the exhilaration is almost too much to bear.

                Where is he? I’m ready to explode. I’m becoming fearful of the sight of him, should I withdraw, I must resist these urges; my anticipation is driving me crazy. 

                The door is opening, he’s coming out. Oh my god, the feelings inside me are on fire. My body is burning up! I can see his foot, it’s outside the door. I can’t look I know it will be too much, his athletic muscular body, dark wavy hair, olive skin, those deep soft brown eyes. Oh god what do I do? In the background I hear bells, wedding bells. No just my telephone. Who can be ringing at this time? I have to answer it. “Hello.” I say.       

“Hello, I was wondering if I could interest you in switching energy supplier?”

                I sigh; I left my position for this! “No. Goodbye.” I slammed down the phone and hurried back to my vantage point.

                It was too late he had gone. My Adonis has left, taken his bike and headed off to make his delivery. Just a moment later the doorbell went, and so I made my way to the door and opened it.

                “Your delivery madam.” said the Italian delivery boy.

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The ships horn sounded as it exited the harbour bound for some far flung coast. How I wished I was on board leaving this dark place behind me. I had to find my way clear of here before my cover was blown. 

I brushed my hand against my tightly fitting skirt, feeling for my walther ppk pistol discreetly secured in my stocking. A nervous habit maybe but just to be sure I hitched up my skirt and slipped my hand into my silk stockings reassuringly stroking this man made cannon. As I looked up I saw an old salty sea dog in the distance gamely spying me and admiring this unexpected but welcome view I was giving him. His eyes were fixed rigid on my delicate panties and stocking tops. This was a memory he was going to be taking to bed with him tonight and a few more besides. I smiled and rearranged my attire. As I made my way along the promenade it seemed that every eye was set on me. I was used to the attention but this was different. They seemed almost expectant, as if they knew something was going to happen to me, undressing me with their eyes, what did they want? I had to get off the street find some sort of cover, this intensity of attention was stifling my very consciousness. Over there I saw it an oasis away from this Dante like inferno. As I approached the bar the neon sign above the door flickered beckoning me in, and though I hesitated unsure if this was quite the oasis it had appeared when I first saw it, I felt an uncontrollable desire to go in. Inside it was dark and any chance of daylight trying to break in had long since been abandoned. In the corner sat an old Chinaman puffing away on his opium pipe smiling serenely with a knowing glint in his eye. Apart from the Chinaman the place seemed empty, so I took a seat at the bar and decided to wait. I didn’t have to wait long as out of the darkness came this figure. The figure was of a dark handsome man. He seemed acutely out of place in a den like this, but then so was I. I felt for my pistol but before I could reach for it he had placed his hand on my leg working his way up my thigh. When he felt the gun he quickly hitched up my skirt and put his hand in my stocking. I felt helpless but curiously aroused.

He brushed his hand over my panties and I began to quiver with anticipation. I had never experienced such sensations before. Every touch was electric, every movement breathtaking. I found myself being drawn by some uncontrollable force to the centre of the room.

From above a warm red tinted spot light illuminated me. As I looked down I noticed that my skirt was no longer on my top was off, I was standing there in nothing but my bra, panties and stockings. Somehow I didn’t feel ashamed or conspicuous, it felt natural. My dark stranger approached and as he did I felt weak at the knees. Yes it really does happen! I didn’t know what to expect, but the anticipation was driving me crazy. Gradually I felt his presence behind me and as I did I was frozen with an overwhelming feeling of expectancy. I felt his hands gently surround me cupping me stoking and caressing me at the same time. My bra fell to the floor, and he gently took me into his mouth tantalising me with his tongue. He lowered me gently to the floor where he slipped his hand into my panties and with one stroke but for my stockings I was completely naked.  My pleasure erupted as we formed our union. The desire and passion were unbound. We pleasured each other and found new heights of ecstasy. This place was indeed my oasis, my nirvana, my pleasure dome.

And then suddenly it came to an end and I found myself alone. The warmth of the light had gone. There was no Chinaman in the corner. In fact there was nothing there when I had first walked into this bar. I felt for my walther ppk. It was there securely in place. My clothes were on and unruffled. I made my way to the door and opened it, a beam of sunlight immediately lit my face and I felt a warm glow begin to radiate through my body. I turned to have one last look at the bar and as I did I saw that there was nothing there but the open sea.

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Deep beneath the crystal clear sea, on the sea bed lays a cluster of the most beautiful oysters.

Here, where turtles can roam they forge from tiny pieces of dirt the most exquisite pearls on the ocean bed.

And from this, Mother nature’s own jewellery box, so the legend goes, when the sun the moon and the stars all converge at once to form a perfect matrix, from the bottom of the sea, inside an oyster shell will emerge, a perfectly formed beauty.

So breathtaking a vision, that when she leaves the ocean for good, it sighs with sorrow for its loss

Fishermen all claim that on long days out at sea they can hear the cries of beauty being born. And if they are lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her they will instantly fall in love with her. Grown men weep as their hearts are broken, when they miss their chance of even the merest glimpse of her beauty, formed from the bosom of Mother Nature’s workshop.

But for the lucky few, those who are fortunate enough to cross the precipice between dreams of what could be to what will be, are able to find eternal happiness, when their minds and bodies entwine as one with a beauty of a little pearl.

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