Brooke stands from the bed and hangs the towel over the back of a chair. “It doesn’t look cool at all,” she says.
“I’m ready when you are.”
Brooke walks toward the door. I lock the glass door and walk past the end of the bed. I step from the room, and I just about close the door.
“Oops, hang on a moment, I’ve left my watch,” I say.
“Get it later,” Brooke says.
“No, it was a gift from my parents.”
“Hurry up then, I am starving,” Brooke says.
I go back into the room and look around for my watch. I open the drawer next to the bed. It’s empty. I walk to the other side and open the drawer.
Thank fuck, I would have panicked if I hadn’t found my watch.
I close the drawer and walk toward the door. My mind casts back to last night. Brooke had her hand resting on a Bible. Is that standard issue for each room, or not? I think no more about it, and walk out into the hallway.
We walk down the white, tiled walkway and enter the reception area. “You want lunch here, or do you want to go somewhere else?” I ask.
Brooke pushes her head against the glass of the dining room. She turns back to me. “It looks full in there, and the lunch looks the same,” she says.
“How about we go back and see Mary,” I say.
“Mary, the waitress in the cliff restaurant.” She smiles. “Oh yeah, I like it there. There should be a place like that here,” Brooke says.
“I could… or you could speak to Shona about it, maybe Mary can open something here?”
“Enough chat, get that Jeep and get our asses there before we miss lunch again.”
“Watching me, watching you. Is that wrong?”
Brooke
“Eating oysters is like stepping on the gas in the love machine.”
I was really looking forward to lunch. Not just the food at Mary’s place, but the damned bumpy road. That sent vibrations flooding through my pussy as if it was Alex driving his hard shaft deep inside me. I could think like that now because it was what I had experienced; before it was just vibrations that felt like waves. Now, I had a good reference point to gauge things against.
“Buckle up,” Alex says.
I grin at him as I fasten my seatbelt. “Step on the gas and let’s see what this baby can do down the track,” I say.
Alex looks at me puzzled and floors the accelerator. The Jeep kicks up gravel and dust, and we head for the rough part of the track.
“Whoa,” I scream as I raise my arms in the air.
Alex laughs as he wobbles with the steering wheel. The vibrations shoot through my body. My mind flashes back to last night as Alex rammed his manhood deep into my wet pussy for the first time. I could feel the sensations filling the pit of my stomach. Damn, I would love to skip lunch, and go directly to the dessert in the sand dunes.
We reach the main road and head toward the clifftop restaurant where we met Mary, the waitress. Ten minutes up the road, Alex pulls off. The restaurant seems slightly different, but last time I was overcome with the effects of winning an enormous amount of cash.
We walk inside and head for a table looking out over the beach. Mary approaches us and gives us a huge smile. I look up to her and see the large gold tooth that sits on one side of her mouth.
“I see you can’t keep away from da place,” she says.
“We wanted to make sure we tried the lunch, and last time I was feeling unwell,” I reply.
Mary’s body jiggles as she begins laughing. “You did look a little woozy when you came in.”
“I feel great now, though, totally alive,” I say.
Alex leans over the railing and looks at the beach below. Some steps go to the beach, we should have a walk down after,” he says.
“You be looking at Lovers Cove,” Mary says.
“Why is it called Lovers Cove?” Alex asks.
Mary throws her head back and fills the restaurant with laughter. “Have a walk, and you will see why,” she says.
“It sounds a bit freaky if you ask me,” I say.
“Maybe it is da power of da voodoo; couples go down there, and they come back up the steps in love,” she says. “But, I can see you two have already passed that point.”
“We are not lovers, um…”
Mary cuts me off mid-sentence. “We will see, let da power of the Cove prove you wrong,” she says.
Mary passes us the menu. “Have a look through that, and I will fetch you a pitcher of that drink you had, you may work up a thirst later,” she says, now giggling.
I look toward Alex, he looks back at me with his sparkly eyes that seem to be burning into my soul.
“You think she is talking sense?” I ask.
“It sounds like bullshit to me, but you never know,” he replies.
Mary comes back to the table with a large pitcher and a plate. “These are on the house, they were caught fresh this morning,” she says.
She lowers the plate to the table. “What are they?”
She looks at me and smiles. With a wink she says, “Them sweetie are oysters, they are good for the sexy…” she begins to say, as she makes a ramming motion with her fist.
“Okay, I get your point,” I reply, blushing and smiling.
Alex looks up from the menu. “Sorry, what was that I missed? Um, what you were saying?”
Mary looks at him and grins. “It was just women’s talk, now eat your oysters,” Mary says.
“What do you want to eat?” Alex asks.
“Mary, what do you recommend for lunch?” I ask.
“Have you had the fried chicken yet?”
“No,” I reply.
“You have never ever lived until you have eaten our fried chicken,” she says.
“Cool, we will have that, and you choose the sides to go with it,” I say.
“Ten to fifteen, so just enough time for you to get them oysters into your belly,” Mary says, ramming her fist into the air as she walks away.
“So, after lunch, do you wanna test the theory of Lovers Cove?” Alex asks.
Alex, after last night, that bumpy road, and a plate full of oysters, Lovers Cove is the first thing I want to try.
“Yeah, why not, we will see if there is anything in this voodoo thing,” I reply.
I make my excuse and go to the bathroom. I walk inside and look at myself in the mirror. In less than twenty-four hours, I feel like I have become a nymphomaniac. I want him so bad, again. I wash my face and head back out the door. I see they have a tiny gift shop by the entrance. I look at the table. Alex is busy sipping his ice-cold hibiscus drink and pouring slimy oysters down his throat.
I look at some of the handcrafted jewelry. Something catches my eye. I pick up a small silver cross. I used to have one of these until it was so rudely taken from my possession. I fasten the leather necklace around my neck.
“How does it look?” I ask the old lady.
“It looks nice, and it will keep you safe,” she replies.
“It will keep me safe?” I ask.
“Just like your old one, it will keep you on the right track,” she says, now smiling a kind smile.
Wow, there are lots of strange people with intuition.
I pay the lady and walk back over to the table. Alex has already eaten four of the oysters. “I have saved the rest for you,” he says.
“Thank you,” I reply.
Alex looks at me and then he looks at my new piece of jewelry. “A cross, well, most people buy a marijuana leaf or something,” Alex says laughing.
“That is just marketing, people feel obliged to buy something like that.”
“So, why a cross?” Alex asks.
“I always used to wear one, and it was taken from me. I saw this and thought it was about time I replaced it,” I say.
“I suppose it makes sense really, why was the other one taken from you?” he asks.
“It was taken when I was released from the conv…”
“C
hickens ready,” Mary says cutting my sentence short.
“It smells fantastic,” I say, starving.
“Just be careful, it can have a bit of a sting in its tail,” Mary says. “It is a touch on the spicy side. Just like your guy.”
“He is not my guy,” I reply.
“Well if you don’t hang onto him, I will gladly take him off your hands,” Mary says, loudly laughing again.
“I suppose you would drag him down to the Cove?”
Mary holds her hands under her large breasts and then runs her hands down her portly body. “I have a body made for sin, you think I have to go to the Cove?” she says, obviously grinning at Alex.
Alex goes a shade of pink and glances out over the ocean. Mary walks away from the table and gives a wolf whistle as she enters the kitchen.
Alex turns around and shudders. “I think I would need a few more plates of oysters,” Alex says.
“I thought you were all man?” I ask.
“A man I may very well be, but suicidal I am not. I think she could eat me for breakfast,” he replies. “Twice over.”
I pick up a piece of chicken. I bite down, and the spice that Mary told us about hits the back of my throat. “She is not wrong, this is hot,” I say.
“I know something else that is hotter?” Alex replies.
Alex bites into his chicken as he fixes his eyes onto mine. I stare back and frown.
“Are those oysters having an effect on you?” I ask.
Alex grins and winks at me. “They might be.”
I take hold of my new cross and hold it between my fingers. “Keep away bad man,” I say, belly laughing.
“You will need a much bigger cross than that to keep me away,” he comments.
“I see now, you are all manly. I will get Mary back,” I say chuckling.
“No, please don’t,” he replies. His face contorts.
I swallow my piece of chicken and answer without thinking. “I am only joking, I want you all for myself.”
“Good girl,” he replies.
“I was thinking out loud, you were not supposed to hear that,” I say.
“We are both adults. We have taken the hardest step already, now we just have to see how things go,” Alex adds.
“Just wait until I get you in the Cove, we will see then,” I reply. I look up to Alex. He stops biting into his chicken. “I have done it again, haven’t I?” I ask.
Alex bites into his chicken and nods.
“I am going to keep my mouth shut, I keep saying things I should be thinking,” I say.
Alex gives a wink and a sly smile. “I have been doing that since I started the oysters. You should hear what I’ve been thinking.”
“Eating oysters is like stepping on the gas in the love machine.”
Alex
“Sun, sand, sea and ooh la, la.”
We finish lunch and head toward the steps to reach Lovers Cove. Mary had stopped us and handed us a blanket. She seemed sure that something was going to happen down there.
We walk down the steps that cling to the side of the cliff and finally hit the beach. I throw the blanket over my shoulder and kick off my shoes. Brooke removes her sandals, and we stash them at the bottom of the steps.
“It is nice down here, but it is nothing like a cove,” Brooke says.
“Let’s walk up that way a little,” I reply.
We walk down toward the ocean, and by the time we reach the water’s edge I notice Brooke is already holding my hand. I was not sure when she started holding it, but I am not complaining.
We walk through the shallow sea water toward some rocks that jut out into the ocean. I can see an opening. As we get closer to the gap, I find my shirt is open and has started to blow in the breeze.
I had no idea when my buttons had come undone. We walk toward the gap and can see a sign stuck in the sand. The old piece of driftwood has “Lovers Cove” and a finger burned into its surface.
I look at Brooke, and she smiles, her wraparound skirt is in her hand, and she is only in her bikini.
“Have you noticed anything strange?” I ask.
“You mean the closer we get to ‘Lovers Cove’ the more we seem to be undressed?” Brooke replies.
“Yeah, that is exactly what I mean,” I say.
“I thought it was me just taking my skirt off without realizing it,” Brooke replies, confused.
“It must be the magic of the cove that Mary was talking about, or it’s those oysters,” I reply, grinning and laughing.
We step through the gap in the rocks, the sand changes from moist (where the sea continually rolls against it) to white, powdery sand that flows through our toes as we walk.
I look up the beach, and there are sand dunes which sit at the base of the cliff. It is strange for them to be in that position, but the whole area seems strange.
“There is no one here but us,” Brooke says.
“I know, it is so quiet, just the ocean lapping at the rocks,” I reply, feeling euphoric.
We saunter across the beach and find ourselves almost at the sand dunes. Wisps of grass grow from the peaks of the dunes. The warm breeze washes across our bodies. I remove my shirt and clasp it in my hand.
Brooke looks to face me. “Has the cove made you take your shirt off?” she asks.
“No, that was me, it is kind of warm,” I reply.
We enter the dunes; there is no sign of the ocean or the beach that stretched out a moment ag. We seem to be secluded and out of view from anywhere or anyone. I face Brooke and spread the blanket across the sand.
“Well, we are here, we may as well sit and see what magic happens,” I say.
Brooke chuckles. “It may have already started,” she replies.
I sit on the blanket. Brooke stands in the sand and stretches her arms and lets the breeze blow over her. I look at her slightly muscled arms and run my eyes down her body. Her beautiful shoulders taper down to her hips, and then her perfectly formed ass and her long, slender legs make me feel horny.
Brooke reaches behind her and scratches her back. The catch on her bikini top comes undone.
Brooke turns her head. Her long black hair blows across her face. “I didn’t open that, honest,” she chuckles.
“I am not complaining,” I reply.
Brooke turns to face me, she pulls at her bikini top and drops it onto the blanket. I fix my eyes on her gorgeous, swollen breasts. She kneels on the blanket next to me and smiles.
“I may as well top up my all over tan,” she says.
I lick my lips as I cast my eyes over her ripe buds. Brooke lays on the blanket with her face facing the sun.
“This feels great,” she says. “I feel warm inside.”
I reach over to Brooke and run my fingers over her flat stomach. She lifts her head and looks at me through her sunglasses.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“I thought I saw some sand, I was brushing it away.”
“Okay,” she replies.
I put my hand back onto her stomach and draw lines with my fingers up to her breasts. I circle her perfect peaks and flick my fingers over her nipples.
“That feels nice.”
Brooke smiles and reaches down to her bikini bottoms. She slips her finger inside and raises her ass from the blanket. Her bikini slips from her body, and she lifts her legs as she pulls her bottoms off and lays them on the blanket.
I look down, her naked body lies before me. I feel my manhood twitching, her perfect hourglass body just waiting for me.
“I see you are overdressed,” Brooke murmurs.
“You want me to strip?” I ask.
“You should, it feels fantastic; just the breeze and nature blowing over you. I feel alive,” she says.
I pull at the string on my shorts and slip them free from my body. My finger slides inside the elastic of my boxers and I pull them from my legs. I lay back looking up as the sun warms my body. The gentle breeze washes over me as I feel my cock twitching slig
htly. I close my eyes briefly.
I feel Brooke’s hand on the hard slab of my stomach. Her finger runs down my body, and she begins to stroke my inner thighs. I turn my head and see she is resting her head on her hand and looking at me.
“You have a really sexy body; do you know that?” she asks.
Her fingers run up my thighs, she runs one of her nails gently across my throbbing shaft.
“This is the best muscle,” Brooke says, smiling cheekily.
I feel my cock growing as Brooke teases and caresses it with her fingers. She gently strokes my shaft between her finger and her thumb. I feel my erection reaching full hardness as Brooke giggles next to me.
Her fingers wrap tightly around the base of my shaft. “Can you feel that strong pulse inside you?” she asks.
Brooke rolls over and puts her feet flat on the ground. She widens her knees. I kneel and look at her body. Her creamy white thighs and the velvety skin of her pussy. I run my hands over her thighs and caress the soft folds of her pussy lips. Brooke reaches up, and tugs on her budded nipples.
“Alex, slide your fingers deep inside me,” Brooke murmurs.
There must be something about this place, because Brooke seems so much different than the previous night. I push my fingers into her pussy. I hear her sigh and her body arches toward my fingers. Brooke grabs my wrist and pulls my hand harder against her body.
“Alex, make me wetter,” she coos.
I push hard with my fingers, her body writhes under me as I drive my fingers harder and faster into the depths of her arousal. I feel her muscles gripping at me and drawing my fingers deeper inside.
“Alex, take me, make me submit to your will,” Brooke whispers.
I look around. I see Brooke’s wraparound skirt. I grab her and wrap her skirt tightly around her slender wrists.
“Oh, kinky,” Brooke says, giggling.
I shake my head as I push her arms over her head. I pin her wrists to the blanket as I kneel between the soft skin of her thighs. I grab my hardened flesh and rub the head against the moist lips of her opening. Brooke spreads her legs wide. The hard head of my cock rubs against her clit. I hear Brooke sigh as she wriggles her hips closer to me.
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