Hot and Humid

by Shermaine Williams

  “Where are we going?” I asked, incredulous, my buttocks remaining firmly on the rock.

  “Da crayfish under dem rocks, dey nah comin’ to us, we mus’ go to dem.”

  I looked into his eyes as he spoke. I knew he was trustworthy and I didn’t want to portray myself as a wimp—not any more than I had done already. Keeping a tight hold of his hand, I followed him into the river, the water reaching just above my knees, and could immediately feel the rocks on the river bed through my rubber flip flops, some sharp, some loose.

  He was holding my hand throughout, but after the third time of nearly losing my footing, I was too scared and tried to loosen his grip so I could turn back.

  “Wha’s wrong?”

  “I can’t do it. I’m going to fall over.”

  Firmly gripping my upper arm, he pulled me to him and turned his back to me as he rested my arm on his shoulder.

  “Get on.”

  I hesitated for a second before climbing onto his back, putting my arms around his neck and allowing him to give me a piggyback to the middle of the river.

  The man was solid muscle.

  His broad back could easily accommodate me, I probably barely registered as extra weight as he effortlessly waded through the water, one of his smooth thick forearms hooked under one of my legs wrapped around his waist. From my vantage point, I watched a bead of sweat form at his hairline before trickling down his temple and had to fight the urge to wipe it away. I couldn’t believe I was on his back, very few layers standing between being skin to skin with him. He remained silent as he carried me to our destination, and I wondered how he would react if I kissed his neck at that moment. Maybe he’d be less outraged if I gave his biceps a squeeze, I figured I could probably get away with it. After all, I already had my arms around his neck, my breasts pressed against his back.

  “A’right, here is a good spot,” he confirmed, bending down to let me off, which I did reluctantly, standing on a smooth rock in shallow water.

  “I gwine show yuh firs’, then yuh gwine do it.”

  I nodded slightly, now actually quite eager to see what he would do in order to demonstrate what a good and willing student I was, wanting to improve the impression I was making on him.

  With the rod in one hand, he used the other to move one of the smaller rocks we were standing by as he explained that the crayfish liked to hide in crevices. Satisfied with the small movement, he held the end of the rod and allowed the hook and worm to sink into the clear water amongst the cluster of rocks.

  “Watch dis end.”

  I resolutely stared at the end of the rod, with no idea what I was supposed to be looking for, but I did it anyway. After a few minutes of nothing happening, I was about to ask him whether he was sure this would work, when the end of the rod was suddenly tugged.

  Like an idiot, I gasped with surprise.

  “When I pull it up, yuh mus’ catch it, yuh nah.”

  “How?”

  “Cup yuh two han’. As dey come out de water, dey drop de worm, so yuh haffi be quick.”

  “Okay,” I replied to the earnest instruction as I saw the line get tugged again.

  Slowly and smoothly, he pulled it out of the water to reveal a crayfish on the hook. I quickly shoved my cupped hands between the creature and the water, desperate not to disappoint my companion by losing the first catch of the day. Just as he said, it immediately dropped into my hands, which I triumphantly held out to him.

  “Well done,” he grinned, as he rifled through his pockets to find a clear plastic bag.

  With my fingers curled around the crayfish, I watched him scoop up some water into the bag to put it into and, obviously not happy about being taken from its home and then ignored, the damn thing pinched me. I was so surprised that I started and nearly dropped it, but Wildman grabbed it in time and put it in the bag before he tended to me.

  “Lemme see.” He gently took my hand and considered the slightly injured finger. “Yuh gwine be fine,” he confirmed before kissing it.

  He kissed my finger! I couldn’t believe it. His lips were much softer than I’d expected. I was sure there was a stupid grin on my face, but I tried to shake it off because he carried on as if nothing had happened, insisting that it was my turn. If the smallest kiss was capable of making me feel like that, who knew what else he could do? I wanted to kiss him back, though not on his finger. I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his lips as gently as he’d kissed my finger. I wanted to kiss my way down his neck all the way to his hard chest.

  We spent several enjoyable hours at the river and caught lots of fat crayfish. I even got the chance to tease him when one pinched him and he dropped it back into the river. When the bag was full up, he decided we should go and, on his back, he took me across to the riverbank. Much like the day before, I found myself quite disappointed that the fishing trip was ending and that I would soon be leaving his company.

  “Now yuh know how to fish.” He smiled as we made our way back to the road.

  “Yeah.” I giggled, looking at the bag of crayfish I was holding. “I’ll have to find a river in London where I can use my new talent.”

  He smiled broadly before stopping dead in his tracks in the shade of the trees, the thick foliage serving to slightly reduce the temperature and humidity.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “We haffi wait a while, rain fallin’.”

  Confused, I looked up at the sky through the sparse gaps between the trees and peered in the direction of the main road. The sun was shining.

  “It’s not raining.”

  “Is comin’…mi can hear it.”

  He leaned against a tree, smiling at the sceptical look on my face.

  “Yuh nah believe me?”

  I wanted to say ’no, you can’t hear rain coming’, but I had a feeling that if I did, I would end up looking stupid. I just shrugged and joined him next to the tree, waiting to see if he would be proved right. As we stood there, he gave me some ideas about meals that could be prepared with the catch and I teased him some more about the one that got away. Though I’d only just met him, I didn’t feel any of the awkwardness I normally felt around strangers. There was no place in the world I would rather have been than standing there chatting and laughing with Wildman. Though he was easy to talk to, my thoughts left me feeling slightly on edge as if the longer I stood there the easier it would be for him to detect that I was lusting after him.

  Within about five minutes of his prediction, there was a whooshing sound that gradually increased in volume until it turned into the steady, persistent patter of raindrops falling onto the leaves above our heads.

  It was actually raining.

  I stared at him open-mouthed as he grinned gleefully. “Yuh see?”

  “Okay, I’ll trust your word next time.”

  Still smiling, he nodded before we both fell silent, listening to the beat created by the raindrops.

  It was as if the insects were trying to find some shelter from the rain, and finding my legs was a bonus, so I started to stamp my feet to try to get rid of all the sand flies and mosquitoes that were attempting to feast on my blood.

  “Dem beas’ bitin’ yuh?”

  Before I could reply, he had crouched on the ground and I didn’t get a chance to ask what he was doing before he started touching me, gently running his big, calloused hands up and down my calves and ankles to dislodge any insects trying to take up temporary residence.

  I stood stock still, thinking that maybe the right thing to do was to tell him to stop—after all, I barely knew him—but I didn’t want to. His touch was electrifying and was causing reactions in parts of my body he was nowhere near. I actually found myself wondering whether he would move his hands up to my thighs and then wished hard that he would.

  Someone must have been listening, because the next moment he was slowly standing up and running his hand up my thighs as he did so, brushing his fingers between my legs. That was all it took. A shockwave shot through
my body that instantly caused moistness to develop between my legs.

  He met my gaze as he slowly straightened. My mouth fell open, craving for him to kiss me. As if reading my mind, he grasped my neck, forced me back against the tree and crushed his lips against mine, snaking his tongue into my mouth in search of mine as I ran my fingers through his soft locks, holding onto him, wanting the kiss to be even deeper than it was.

  I gasped into his mouth as he suddenly, grabbing my bum, picked me up and pressed my back against the tree as he leaned against me, enabling me to wrap my legs around him and feel his hard cock eagerly prodding my pussy through our clothes.

  Tightly gripping his broad shoulders, I submitted to the pleasure of the deep, passionate kiss as I tightened the grip of my legs around his waist, grinding against the twitching cock that I so desperately wanted to fill me.

  We were both breathing so hard that we were drowning out the sound of the rainfall, and as I began to rub my covered pussy against him, he began to moan into my mouth. Even as I was kissing him, I couldn’t believe it was happening. The thought of me being able to get this big, powerful man so excited was so deliciously thrilling that I could take it no longer and dragged my mouth away from his to hoarsely whisper in his ear.

  “Please…fuck me.”

  Breathing hard, he looked into my eyes as he quickly pressed his lips against mine before releasing his tight grip of my behind, lowering me to my feet and hurriedly undoing his trousers. Following his example, I quickly undid my cut-off denim shorts, but, distracted by the release of his twitching member, stopped before I had the zip all the way down. I was actually scared. Not only was his cock long, but it was the thickest I had ever seen and I was seriously afraid it would hurt me.

  He kissed me as he slid his hand into my open shorts, pushing aside my cotton thong and quickly finding my throbbing clitoris to rub it with small, circular strokes, making me even more wet than I was. I reciprocated by gripping the beast that he kept between his legs, sliding my hand up and down his shaft. As he skilfully stimulated my clit, he used his free hand to push down my shorts and thong in one go. He only needed to move them a short way before they fell to my feet of their own accord, as if they knew how much I wanted him and were keen to get out of the way, knowing they were merely a hindrance.

  His touch was so good that I was barely concentrating, but he seemed to enjoy it. He made a growling noise from deep in his throat as he pulled away from the kiss, running the tip of his tongue over my swollen lips before straightening up and looking at me through hooded eyes, watching my reaction as he plunged his finger deep inside my wet cleft. I moaned as my body jolted, causing my back and shoulders to scrape against the rough tree bark as he pushed my legs further apart with his foot.

  Bending his knees until we were nearly face to face, he must have seen the slight panic in my eyes and kissed my lips.

  “Don’ worry.”

  Looking into each other’s eyes, I gripped his shoulders as he guided his substantial member into my eager, wet pussy. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. A moan caught in my throat as the anticipation of feeling him inside me was finally being satisfied. Tightly clasping my bum, he lifted me with ease, held me against the tree and, breathing hard, slowly slid his cock out of my hungry pussy before plunging it deep inside me.

  “Oh…Lord….yeah.”

  I dug my nails into his shoulders and wrapped my legs tightly around him as he slid deeper inside me, then pulled back slightly. I know he was watching me, but with my head back and eyes closed, I was lost in the pleasurable haze that resulted from being filled so deeply, disbelieving that I took the full length of him.

  Before long, his solid chest pressed against my breasts and I screamed as he rammed the remaining length of his cock inside me. I had never felt anybody so deep. I was panting hard as my heart pounded against my rib cage and, as if trying to pull him closer to me, I slid my arms over his shoulders and dug my nails into his back.

  I had never felt so much ecstasy so quickly. If there were awards for sexual prowess, Wildman would easily take first prize. His face was buried against my neck as he began slowly working his hips, gently gliding in and out of the slippery crevice that opened up to accommodate him.

  I was gone. Lust and sensual pleasure took over and I had no idea how long he was smoothly sating my desire. I was brought back to my senses as he began grinding his hips faster, making his balls swing against me. He began to grunt as he pumped harder, increasing his speed, and kissed my neck as he detected I was coming to orgasm.

  I could barely breathe, my throat was so dry, but all I could think was that I didn’t want him to stop, I felt as if a dam was about to burst and engulf us both. His breathing quickened, he dug his fingers into my butt cheeks, I couldn’t believe he was moving so fast, fucking me so hard, his balls slapping against me, the volume of his grunts increasing.

  The gradual waves that I normally experienced didn’t make an appearance. The orgasm hit suddenly, making me wrap my arms tightly around his neck as I screamed and my body trembled. Still hard, he reduced the speed at which he was thrusting into my contracting pussy and, after a few minutes, pulled back to look at me. He kissed my lips before slowly withdrawing his cock until just the tip was inside me, and continued to gaze into my eyes as he stabbed the full length of his shaft as deep as he could, making me cry out while I felt his flesh undulating as he pumped his hot cum into my crevice.

  We remained there in a tight, sweaty embrace for a few long moments, both exhausted and enjoying the heat of the other’s body.

  Eventually, too tired to hold them up, I unwrapped my legs from around him and he gently set me down on my feet.

  “Yuh a’right?”

  “Oh…yeah,” I breathed, a stupid grin on my face, leaning back against the tree.

  We silently looked at each other for a while, both considering what had just happened.

  “We bes’ go back down to da river…I don’ wan’ yuh goin’ home smellin’ like sex.”

  Nodding in agreement, I took his proffered hand and followed him back the way we had come, only then noticing that it had stopped raining and wondering when that had happened.

  Only after we had washed and were on our way back to the main road did another realisation hit me.

  “Do you think anybody saw us?”

  “Nah, nobody ‘round ‘ere.”

  He sounded confident so I just hoped he was right and tried to put it out of my mind.

  We didn’t say much to each other as he walked me home, we didn’t need to. I did have the urge to run my fingers along his glistening bicep, run my tongue along his strong neck, slip my hand down the front of his trousers, kiss him passionately, just touch him, but I didn’t act them out. If someone saw me, my aunt would know before she even saw me.

  Thankfully, she wasn’t on the veranda when we got back. I’m not sure my conscience could have stood up under her scrutiny.

  “Well, Miss Jeanette, yuh real brighten my day.”

  I could only giggle like a teenager.

  Taking hold of my hand, he took a quick look around before kissing it and then my cheek.

  “I gwine see yuh soon.”

  “Okay.”

  That was it, the full extent of our conversation before he turned to walk back down the gap. Only as I stepped up on the veranda did I realise that I had all the crayfish and had assumed that he would be taking some for himself. I turned, intending to call out to him, but found myself just watching his impressive frame as he strode away. Before disappearing from view, he turned and looked in my direction, flashed me a smile and then he was gone.

  As I turned to go into the house, I prayed that my aunt wouldn’t notice anything strange about me and acted as casually as possible when I found her in the kitchen.

  “Hi, I’m back. Look.” I immediately held up the bag.

  “Hello…whoy! You get nuff a dem. I gwine make soup wid dem.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief as I lef
t the kitchen, happy that she was occupied with the crustaceans, and hurried to take a shower.

  Every time I thought about him, about how he was so deep inside me, it made me smile. By nightfall, my pussy was gently pulsating, giving clear instructions on what it wanted.

  Although the warm tingle felt good, it also worried me because I had no idea when, or if, I would see him again. I didn’t know his real name, where he lived, his telephone number, nothing.

  I went to bed wishing I’d told him that I would only be on the island for another five days. The sex was amazing and I didn’t like the idea of going home without seeing him again.

  Chapter Four

  Two days had passed and I was starting to get worried. I was yearning for a man I barely knew and didn’t know how to contact. Just in case he passed by, I only took a quick trip to Grenville because I couldn’t think of an excuse when my aunt asked if I wanted to go with her, and I stayed home all the next day.

  I knew I could ask her, or any of her neighbours, where he lived—everybody knew each other—but if I suddenly started asking questions, people would get suspicious and might work out something had happened between us.

  Evening fell on another day and, with Aunt Yvonne at bingo, I was alone, sitting on the veranda where I had stayed for most of the day, trying to decide what to do and hopeful of seeing him walk up the gap.

  Each time someone passed by, I greeted them warmly even though I was becoming increasingly despondent. I gave up my vigil with the arrival of the car that dropped my aunt home.

  “Hello, did you have a good time?”

  “Yeah, but mi nah win not’ing.”

  “Aww, next time,” I consoled, even though I was actually feeling more sorry for myself.

  “My frien’ ‘ave a good idea about de day before you leave, she t’ink we should ‘ave a cook-up on de beach.”

  “Mmm, that sounds like a good idea,” I replied absentmindedly.