Follow You Down (Farfalla Book 1)

by Ted Persinger

  But he didn’t. As the band started its next song, I felt him press closer to me, and I felt his hips against mine. This next song was slower, with a more moody tempo, and soon the man’s crotch was pressed against me. I could clearly feel the large bulge in his pants. He was grinding his crotch against me.

  While a good girl from Queens should have immediately shrieked and slapped, I didn’t. In fact, I found it a bit erotic, to be honest. I was far from home, and didn’t have to worry about what anybody would think about it. Plus, by this point I had already experienced many sexual encounters of all varieties, so a little dance floor grinding wasn’t going to intimidate me.

  In fact, as the song moved on, I began to push back against him. I moved my hips back and forth across him, and could feel him thrust harder. He was holding my hips and dry humping me as I wriggled against him. I peeked at David, but he seemed oblivious to it. He was completely focused on the music. After all, so many people were pressed against us, the only thing different was the man’s hands on my hips.

  As this man and I continued to grind, I felt him move his torso against me, and soon we were pressed tightly to each other. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and squeezed against me. We were both slippery with sweat. I could feel his hot breath against my ear and neck. He nuzzled his chin into my hair.

  “I’m Winston,” he said into my ear.

  “Rachel,” I gasped back at him over my shoulder.

  I turned to look at David and he still seemed unaware. I had moved just a bit behind him, so it was plausible to me that he didn’t notice what was happening. I also wondered if he was pretending not to notice so I would feel free to do what I wanted, like in the shoe store all those long months ago.

  Winston moved his hands up to my breasts, and began to squeeze them through my dress, never losing the contact of our bodies. His hands were very large, and he squeezed them softly but firmly. In response, I moved myself back against him, grinding my butt against his crotch even harder. I felt myself surrendering to him. I could feel his rough dreadlocks against my hair, and his lean, sweaty muscles pressed against me felt very erotic. I was very excited, and wanted to surrender to his touch.

  So when we began to cross the line together, I just let it happen.

  He pulled the front of my dress down enough to expose my left breast completely, and his right hand worked on my nipple. I realized I was exposed in this crowded room, but I didn’t care. I reached my hand around behind me, and grabbed his crotch. I felt the largest penis I had ever felt in my life packed tightly into his slacks. It was positively massive. I stroked it in his pants. The music played on and the people danced around us, but I was losing myself to Winston’s touch, to his desire.

  I felt his breath coming faster as I stroked him. Soon, he was kissing and licking my neck and ear. My eyes had been closed, but I opened them long enough to see David. He was now watching us, and he smiled at me when we made eye contact. That was his way of granting us permission, and that was all I needed.

  I now turned completely to face Winston, and I pulled his neck down and kissed him. His long tongue and full lips felt wonderful on me. I grabbed his crotch again, and I pressed and stroked him. He put one hand on my breast, and another reached behind me. He used that hand to pull me against him roughly.

  I wanted his manliness. I wanted his rough touch. I wanted his muscular, dusky body all over me. I was his.

  He pulled his mouth away for a second. “Let us go, Rachel.” His accent pronounced my name so beautifully. I didn’t even look at David. He took my hand and led me to the door. When we reached the door, I looked back and David was following us, but at a bit of a distance.

  Winston led me outside, and we walked to the beach. He was moving very quickly, and I had to run a few steps now and then to keep up with him, but he was pulling me insistently. As I followed him, still holding his hand, I marveled at his muscular back and very broad shoulders, which were covered by his thick dreadlocks. His body reminded me of Mark’s: tall, thick, and muscular. His dark skin seemed even darker in the night.

  As we reached the sand, I paused to kick off my shoes. Then I followed him again. As we moved onto the beach, I looked back. I saw David following, still at a distance. He was trying to appear nonchalant, but I knew his eyes were focused on me. On us.

  I have to say I had half expected him to chase us down, and to demand that I return. I’m not sure what I would have done, because I was very sexually excited. Still, I could feel a nudging in my soul. Why would he let me run off with this stranger? We’re on vacation together. I think a part of me wanted him to fight for me. To demand I return. To verbally lash me for daring to touch another man when I should have been with him.

  Yet I knew he wouldn’t. I therefore had no boundaries, and this was the result.

  I followed Winston to the edge of the water. He turned to me.

  “I want you in the water.” He began to peel off his shirt, which was soaked with sweat and clung to his body. I hesitated for a second, and then dropped my shoes, grabbed the bottom of my dress, and pulled it over my head. As he slid off his pants, I slipped out of my panties. I stood there naked. A quick peek showed me David in the shadows near a palm tree. He didn’t move. He stood there watching.

  I felt Winston’s strong hand grab mine, and he pulled me toward the water. I saw his enormous penis slap against his thigh as he yanked me into the waves. I was intimidated by its size, but I was beyond the point of no return.

  The water was jet black in the darkness, and gray at the breakers. I was a bit worried about what might be out there. I think I hesitated just a bit.

  “Don’ ya stop, Rachel. I and I wan’ ya in da water.”

  His eyes were gorgeous, even in the darkness. He was so tall and muscular. His dreadlocks gave him a fearful appearance, which was enticing to me. I couldn’t say no. I followed him out.

  The warm water wrapped around me like a blanket. The waves caressed my body. I had always loved the feeling of the water, and I let it take me. We walked until the water was to our knees, and he turned again to look at me. He took in my body with his eyes. I wanted him to look at me. I wanted him to see my body. He stepped into me and kissed me again. I surrendered myself to him as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. His immense manhood pushed against my thigh, and pressed against my mound.

  I had this incredible rush of emotions. An epiphany in the water. Right there, with a naked stranger against me. I guess I had always wanted a man to want me…only me. I loved David. He was beautiful. Sexy. Amazing. But he didn’t want only me, or me to want only him. He was in the shadows watching me cavort with a man we didn’t know. I had this sense that Winston would never do that. Winston would want me all for himself. There was a primal presence to Winston. He would be assertive at all times. He would be strong and demanding. After all, he took me right from under the nose of my boyfriend. Winston would fight for me. If he caught me with another man, he would beat the man and take me home, probably slapping me around in the process. I would be his only. At this moment, that was immensely exciting. I wanted to be wanted like that. I wanted to be desired and possessed. That sounds awfully immature, I know. Very high school. Yet I was so young. My heart wanted to belong to just one man, and I suddenly realized that was a void in my life. What I had been missing was now plainly visible to me. Right at that moment, this all came to me. I understood the source of my dissatisfaction of late.

  We stepped farther into the water, until it was to his waist and just below my breasts. I peeked back again, and David was still in the same spot. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I knew they were riveted on me. I already knew the expression he was wearing. I had seen it before.

  Winston ran his hands through my hair.

  “Sistah, ya have the light skin, and ya look mixed. What ya be?”

  “I’m mixed, black and white.”

  “Ya beautiful lady, Rachel.”

  He lowered his mouth to me, and we kissed again. His thi
ck lips wrapped around mine, and his tongue darted in and out. He grabbed my behind, and pulled me against him. I could feel him grow, and it began to push against my abdomen. His hand reached around me and he pushed a finger inside me. I was swollen and ready, so I rasped at him, “I want you in me.”

  I felt his arms wrap around me, and then he lifted me. I wrapped my legs around him. I reached down to guide him, but was shocked by his size. He felt absolutely enormous, and I wasn’t sure I could take that.

  “Go slowly,” I asked, as I guided the tip into me.

  “Ya, sistah…I be gentle wit you.”

  Though he was powerful and muscular, he was surprisingly gentle. As he eased himself into me, he gauged my reactions. I realized he must have this reaction from every woman he was with. As I opened to him, I could feel myself stretching to take him in. I immediately felt the intense pressure, and it was a joyous feeling. As he sank deeper into me, I could already feel the waves of pleasure taking me. But I wanted this to last.

  I could not take it all inside me; it felt like I had reached my physical limit. I concentrated on relaxing, and then I felt him moving. He held my butt, and used that to pull me back and forth, closer to him and then away. With each gentle thrust, I was slowly stretching to take him more. I took his full lips into my mouth, and let the pleasure fill my body.

  “Are ya okay, Rachel?” he asked.

  “Yeah, it’s so good, Winston. It feels so amazing.”

  And then he began to move with a bit more pace. He pushed just a bit more into me, but as he pumped in deep, I had to put my hand on his chest to let him know to not go deeper. He understood immediately…he was a very careful lover. He kept his strokes to just the right motion so that he wouldn’t hurt me.

  I couldn’t hold back the pleasure any longer. He was so large and powerful, and it was so erotic to be in his manly arms, my orgasm tore through me despite my attempts to hold it back. It was a bone-breaking orgasm. I felt like it was ripping through my body and sending rushes of warmth into every single fiber. My bones, my muscles…even my hair felt electric. Coupled with the tropical waves of the ocean caressing my skin, it was an indescribable feeling. Never had I felt such an erotic rush of pleasure. I threw my head back and shouted out my ecstasy. My face bayed at the moon like a wolf in winter. I was nature and bliss…a wild creature of the night.

  Soon, I realized I had lost myself again. I had to fight to return. Here I was, having sex with a man I had only just met, in the water of Montego Bay, in the tropical air of Jamaica. How odd I felt suddenly.

  Winston’s strokes had slowed. I pulled back to look at him.

  “Ya okay den, Rachel?” he asked.

  “Yeah, that was great. Go ahead, honey…give me what you want.”

  “Okay den,” was all he said. And then he picked up the pace again. He was pulling me down onto him. The waves churned around me. While the water felt like it was washing away my lubrication, I knew I was making much more. I had opened enough to take him comfortably now, though he still felt massive inside me. I was at the very edge of pleasure and pain…and I liked it.

  His thrusts became more demanding. He was forcing himself into me. Already the pleasure was beginning to align within me again. I felt undulations moving through me. The warm water was so soothing…like millions of fingers caressing my skin. I thought he was near his own orgasm, so I told him, “Go ahead, Winston…you can come in me.”

  “I not be ready for dat, Rachel. Let’s move out to da beach.”

  He slipped out of me, and then I felt how open I was. I slid down to the sand under me, and I was already sore. I knew I would be very uncomfortable tomorrow, but I wanted that soreness.

  We waded back to the sand. I realized the dry sand would quickly find its way inside me, so I held him to the wet sand, but far enough away so that the waves wouldn’t overwhelm us. I lay down, and he was on top of me. As with Mark, his muscular body felt so good on me. It’s an incredibly feminine feeling to have a muscular, masculine man on top of you. I guess Winston was like Mark to me, though his photo negative. Whereas Mark had very white, freckly skin and short red hair, Winston was dark and sleek, with thick dreadlocks, which now hung into my face.

  He guided himself into me, and began to move again. The waves tickled my feet, so I wrapped them around him. I hooked my arms around his upper arms, and pulled him to me. He put his mouth on mine and began to thrust again. Those powerful thrusts sent instant burning electricity through my body. My feet held his muscular thighs and tight butt. Every muscle on his body seemed alive. His thickness threatened to break me.

  So I was soon having my second, powerful orgasm. My head thrashed around in the wet sand. I shrieked out my joy, and twisted underneath him like a snake. His hips moved, and kept the pressure inside me. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, and I felt hot tears running down the side of my face.

  As I descended from the heights of my rapture, I felt him pressing my hip with his hand. I rolled over, and he entered me from behind.

  “Please…not too deep, Winston,” I begged. I honestly feared he could hurt me in this position.

  “I be gentle, sweet Rachel,” he said. His accent was very erotic.

  He held my hips and began to push himself back into me. I was definitely going to be sore the next day, but I wanted more. His strokes sent hot flames through me…and I was still tingling from my last orgasm. It was almost too intense…but I still wanted more.

  From his motions, I could tell Winston was getting near to his own orgasm. I was so used to talking to David as he neared his, but for Winston I knew he wanted to concentrate. I could tell exactly what he needed. But I could not hold back my panting and grunts. And they were loud. As his thrusts became more urgent, I grunted and panted with fury. I knew I was near my next orgasm.

  “Ah, Rachel, I come soon,” he said in his lilting accent.

  “Yeah, Winston, come in me,” I shouted at him, though not wholly for him. I knew David would be intent on us.

  As Winston began to twitch inside me, I felt electricity in my body. Crackling static raced from his thrusts, up to my brain, and down to my toes. I roared along with those jolts, and shouted out again. I felt his hot seed enter me in jets. I jerked and twitched and let the sparks inside me light up my mind. As the last seconds of my orgasm ran through me, I had no strength left. My face flopped down to the sand…I couldn’t hold myself up.

  Winston’s thrusts tapered off, but did not stop on their own. I had to stop him, as I couldn’t take any more. I pulled away from him, and rolled onto the sand, just as a warm wave washed across my body. I looked up at his long, muscular body, with his length hanging down in front of him. He looked so beautiful…so perfectly formed in the moonlight, as the water washed around his knees.

  He lay down beside me, and I could hear his heavy breathing.

  “Thank ya, Rachel darling,” he said.

  “It was amazing, Winston.”

  Then the responsibility of the moment hit me in a rush: David in the trees behind me; I was alone with a stranger on the beach. I felt vulnerable all at once.

  “I have to get back to my hotel, Winston.”

  “Why don’ ya stay with me tonight, darlin’?” he asked, rolling a bit toward me. “I and I make ya breakfast in de mornin’.”

  “No, I fly out early in the morning,” I lied. “I have to get back.”

  “Is ya husband waitin’ for ya, or should I walk ya back to de hotel?”

  I paused. So, he knew the deal. Nothing got by him in that shack. I looked back and saw that David still waited for us near the palm tree.

  “He’s over there.”

  “Okay, I walk ya back to ‘em.”

  We dressed, and then walked right to David. David moved as if to sink deeper into the shadows, but I called out to him.

  “It’s okay, David. Wait there.”

  As we approached, he stepped out of the shadows to regard us.

  “Ya a lucky man, David,” Winston s
aid, “she an amazin’ girl.”

  I stepped to David. Winston turned me, gave me a final kiss on my mouth, and walked cockily back to the shack. The music had stopped, and people were spilling out onto the beach.

  I looked insecurely at David. He smiled. “You okay?” he asked, probably because of the look on my face.

  “Yeah, I’m okay. Did you enjoy the show, David?” I have to admit I had more than a bit of ire in my tone. David didn’t hear it.

  “It was fantastic, Rachel. I came in the bushes.”

  “Glad you enjoyed it,” I said, again with spite.

  David didn’t respond, and I was too tired and sore to make a scene right there. We walked back to our hotel in silence.

  33

  I suppose I should have talked to him then. I suppose I should have told him of my growing concerns…my disquiet at our lifestyle. Inside, I was still a young woman who dreamed of a family with the man I loved. White picket fence. Station wagon. That may sound overly quaint, but it was how I felt. I certainly had never dreamed of regular group sex.

  But I didn’t talk to him. I let it burn in me. Inside was a cauldron of anxiety and burgeoning anger. I felt myself seething at him. Why wouldn’t he be repulsed by my actions in Jamaica? He took me to a beautiful tropical island, and I made love to another man while he ejaculated into the bushes. While I wasn’t a woman who wanted a man to tell me what to do, I felt that a couple should set parameters for themselves and each other. A couple should have some boundaries. What type of family would we have if I were sleeping with random men whenever and wherever I wanted?

  And I blamed David, though it was me in the water with Winston. Though he was beautiful, smart, and hardworking, I blamed David for my actions that night…and all other nights. Though he had given me confidence in myself and my work, I blamed him. Though he had given me my start in publishing, virtually handing me success, I blamed him. Inside my head, David’s image was faltering badly. He was no longer the perfect man of my dreams. Instead, he was a weak cuckold who didn’t care what I said or did. Unfortunately, I felt a distance from him, and now considered him only temporary…a person who I would move on from when I was ready.