A young woman came walking our way, and I gathered the strength to take out my cell phone to show her Logan’s photograph.
“Ah, Doctor Storm … I know,” she said in broken English, and I had to look at her intently and pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
“What did you say?” I asked.
“The photo … I see Doctor Storm.”
I grabbed her by her shoulders. I had to resist the urge to shake her to make sure she wasn’t just saying things. We tried our best to get some more information out of the woman, but her English was limited, so we ultimately found it impossible to glean finer details. We walked around with her for a while until we found a man who was able to interpret.
He relayed our questions and told us her answers. We finally discerned Logan had been in the area some time ago to treat patients whose bones had set badly after healing wrong, but he’d left about a week ago to visit the next island. The woman was adamant she could tell us exactly which island Logan would be on, as he’d apparently given her that specific information.
We had no way of finding out whether the information was accurate, but she appeared sincere, and we didn’t have any other information to go on, so we decided we would travel to the next island and search for Logan there.
I gave the young woman a fifty dollar bill, and she started to cry. I held her in my arms until she stopped sobbing, and she gave us a beautiful smile and waved at Stacy and I as we got on our motorcycles to head back and pack our bags.
20
The trip to the next island took us about an hour by motorboat.
The sights and sounds we experienced were from another world altogether, and we couldn’t stop staring at the bright blue water and the fish that were so clearly visible beneath the surface. At one point, a turtle appeared to be racing us. It was as if we were riding across some massive aquarium full of exotic sea creatures. A pod of dolphins came swimming toward the boat as if we were caught right in the middle of a wildlife documentary.
The dolphins swam alongside and then jumped out of the water at regular intervals, putting on a special show for Stacy and me. The boatman told us the dolphins always did that when they saw a motorboat and that their antics were much more than playful motions; they were actively protecting the boat from predators and sharks. We waved at the dolphins, and I felt almost sorry the trip to the next island was over so quickly. I could have easily stared at the water and the incredible dolphins for another hour while we cut through the ocean on our little boat.
When we finally moored against the wooden structure that served as a temporary harbor, Stacy and I got out of the boat and gladly accepted the boatman’s offer to help us carry our bags to the edge of the beach. A hot, stuffy taxi picked us up and transported us over to a hostel frequented by backpackers.
Although we had to share a room with four others, at that moment, I didn’t care. It was my first lead in months.
Surprisingly, the hostel was far more technologically advanced than the previous hotel, and we settled into our bunks like professional travelers before briefly discussing how we wanted to proceed. Stacy suggested we take what was left of the afternoon off and recommence our efforts the next day, especially since we’d made such good and fast progress already, but I wanted to keep the sense of forward momentum. I was also thinking Tom, and my dad might be following us around on our travels and needed to stay ahead of them at all times.
I had no idea what might happen if we did finally locate Logan. Perhaps he would be upset to discover I’d been stalking him as he traveled around the islands of Indonesia, and perhaps he might order me to leave. If that happened, I would simply take it in my stride as best I could, but if we still had a chance to be together, I couldn’t pass that up.
“If you feel like you want to take the rest of the day off, that’s perfectly fine,” I said, “but I’m going to start taking a look around and see what I can find out in the meantime. Just to get the lay of the land.”
“What, and leave me all alone here in this room while you are out there having all the fun?” Stacy adopted a look of mock disapproval.
“Great, why don’t you unpack your things while I get started on some logistics?”
Stacy unpacked her bag while I started drawing up a rough map of the island on a piece of paper. It was still only about noon, and if we could find a local who knew the area, we could add in details as we’d done with the previous old man. It was funny how a bit of success in our search had rejuvenated both my energy and faith.
When we were ready to go, we took the lift done to the hotel foyer. It was really hot, so we were both dressed only in our bikini tops and shorts with sandals to protect our feet. We went to the reception desk to ask if there was a place where we could hire some motorcycles to ride across the island with. I decided I might as well ask the concierge if he’d perhaps seen Logan in the area, and I showed him the photograph on my phone. It had become a routine.
To my utter surprise, he nodded and told me Logan had stayed at the hotel for a week or so before checking out. He also told me he’d seen Logan walking along the beach regularly.
Ridiculously excited, I asked the concierge if he’d ever seen Logan with a surfboard, but he told me he’d never seen Logan surfing at all. The concierge also told me there was only one other hotel on the island, and that it was close to the medical center. The logical conclusion?
We’d found him.
As I was about to send up a little prayer of gratitude for our good fortune, I saw another motorboat arriving on the beach. There were two men riding in it as passengers, and I nearly fainted with shock when I focused and realized it was my father and Tom.
I had no idea how the hell they’d found us, nor did it matter.
“I don’t give a shit what you have to do to keep the two of them busy,” I said to Stacy, “but I need you to create a distraction while I go see if I can find Logan on the beach.”
Stacy agreed. She’d already seen Tom and my dad and understood the precarious nature of the situation right away. “Tom will be mine to mold if I bend over a little and flash him some flesh. Just go talk some sense into that doctor of yours.”
I hugged her briefly before setting off toward the beach by way of the kitchen entrance. I needed to get out of there before Tom, and my father could spot me. I skirted the edge of the beach as quickly as I could.
Stacy strode toward Tom and my dad with a big smile. I figured she would be able to distract them for at least an hour or so, but probably a whole lot longer.
I headed for the part of the beach the concierge had pointed to, continuing for a mile or so around the island’s natural curve until I found to the bay.
The area was breathtaking. It was shaped like a little amphitheater with trees on either side, and a waterfall tumbled right into the ocean from a cliff which protruded slightly from the tree line.
I walked right toward the waterfall, and my heart started hammering. I’m not sure exactly how I was able to tell that Logan was nearby, but I knew I would soon be standing face to face with him after more than a month apart.
I walked all toward the waterfall and half-expected Logan to be sitting there with a smile, but there was no one there. I looked out across the ocean and saw a lonely surfer riding a mere three-foot wave into the small amphitheater-shaped beach.
It was not Logan.
I started thinking perhaps my sixth sense was off and Logan wasn’t in the area, after all. I walked right toward the edge of the bay and then turned back in disappointment, as I saw no one else on the beach at all. Even the lone surfer had gone.
The crushing weight threatened to drive me to tears as I started walking back in the direction of the hotel. I knew Stacy would not be able to keep my dad and Tom occupied forever, and I thought I might as well go and face them.
“Are you going to walk right past me without saying hello?” I heard a voice saying.
When I turned, he was standing there like he’d been
chiseled by an artist: Logan, my gorgeous surfer-boy-slash-doctor.
“How the hell did I not see you when I walked by?” I asked, more in an attempt to give myself a chance to recover from the shock than actually to get an explanation.
“I was lying in the shadow of a tree. Maybe that’s why you didn’t see me. So, what brings you to these parts?”
I stared at him. He was more gorgeous than I remembered. He was dressed only in his swimming trunks and an open, white cotton shirt, and I could clearly see the little muscles playing on his forearms as the sun washed over his body. If there was ever going to be a time for me to make the speech of my life, it was now.
“I’m glad to have this opportunity to see you again, Logan. I have spent a lot of time looking for you, and during that time, I’ve learned a lot about myself. I am lovable and acceptable exactly the way I am, and I don’t need the condescending attentions of a man like Tom Delaney to give me a sense of self-worth. I can make up my mind about things, and although you may not believe it, I never once fell for Tom’s false little act of repentance since he landed in Arugam Bay. I was forced to work with him for a while, but I finally managed to break free from his claws.”
I flexed my fist. My knuckles no longer hurt, but the ghost of that glorious punch lingered.
“I know all about the parts of your past which Tom never told me about, and I know you were only doing the honorable thing by keeping quiet about what happened with your ex-girlfriend so her father could run for the US Senate. And I’m sorry, so sorry for not trusting you. I’m an ass.”
Logan looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite fathom, and I decided to lay it all out on the line.
“I love you, Logan, and I really would give anything to be with you. But if I went too far in snooping, or my unwillingness to trust you is too much … I will survive it and move on. But I hope you’ll give me one more chance.”
He said nothing, and I was compelled to fill the silent void.
“If you don’t want to, I will turn around right now and walk away forever.”
My heart beat faster as Logan walked right up to me. I wasn’t certain if he was about to say goodbye or take me in his arms.
Then he bent down and kissed me on my lips.
At the touch of his wet tongue, a million delightful jolts of electric excitement rushed through my system. We kissed as if for the first time, intimately, completely, barely coming up for air for perhaps two minutes.
Gradually, he broke away, holding me steady. “You’re not going anywhere. I’ve been so down since I left that I haven’t even felt like getting on board.”
“Well, you’ll have to touch up your surfing skills real quick, ‘cause I have been riding the waves standing up for the last couple of weeks.”
“Do you think the surfing bit can wait a little while? I want to show you what it’s like when you stand right underneath that falling water.”
He took me by the hand before leading me to the waterfall. All around us, the foliage closed in, the fine spray from above misting on my skin, chilly enough to make my nipples hard. But that may have been Logan’s touch too.
He led me in, wading into the miniature lagoon, the pure, cold water running off from hills mingling with the warm sea. When we were finally standing knee-deep, right underneath the flow, he expertly removed my bikini top, and I slipped my hands toward his already erect cock as the water rained down on us like gifts from the gods.
I got the distinct impression this was a fantasy he’d been playing out for a while.
Logan stuck his hand down the front of my pants, and when I felt the touch of his fingers on my wet pussy, I nearly fainted in his arms. I’d thought this divine pleasure was gone from my life forever, and now I was experiencing it again, I almost couldn’t believe it was real.
I pulled down Logan’s pants, and he stood there, stark naked in front of me. I allowed my eyes to carefully survey every inch of his magnificent physique before slipping down my shorts and facing him. We were now both as naked as the day we were born, and our hands soon hungrily explored the forgotten landscapes of each other’s bodies.
I wanted to make up for all the times I’d doubted Logan, so I dropped to my knees and sucked his massive erection into my mouth while stroking his full length and balls with both my hands. He moaned loudly, but the sound of the falling water drowned him out.
Making noise was no inhibition to our passion, so I sucked him in so hard that Logan was moved to the point of shouting with pleasure.
He pulled me to my feet and kissed me again. Then he went down on his knees and flung one of my legs over his shoulder, so I braced against him as he licked me between my legs with such hunger and intensity that I moaned loudly with pleasure. He ran his tongue around my clit at first, teasing me, before firming his attention as my wetness flowed, and I approached a swift climax. Logan was so finely tuned into me that he stuck two fingers all the way inside me, probing me just right, and sent me right over the edge of the rainbow.
I screamed unashamedly as I reached the most intense orgasm, and if it weren’t for Logan holding me in his strong arms, I would have collapsed with pleasure right on the spot.
He turned me around, so my hands were on the slick rock behind the waterfall, bent me over slightly, and then unceremoniously rammed his cock all inside my pussy from behind. I’d scarcely recovered from my first climax and could already feel myself closing on the second as he fucked me so hard I half-expected to split my body in two.
“Aaaah, I’m coming!” Logan exclaimed as he pulled out his cock and blasted several jets of hot cum all over my back. I reached down and stroked my clit quickly, and soon my body was contracting with a second climax, even as I acknowledged the fluid of Logan’s passion running down my back.
Then he pulled me up and embraced me from behind as we allowed the natural shower of the waterfall to cleanse us of the evidence of our unbridled passion.
“Perhaps we should get dressed and heck out your hotel,” Logan suggested.
I pressed back against him, pulling his hips in so his semi-hard cock nestled between my buttocks. I didn’t want to let him go, but I had to tell him. “I know I should perhaps have mentioned this earlier, but my father and Tom Delaney are waiting back at the hostel.” I felt him tense up, and I pushed hard against him, unwilling to turn around yet. “I suspect they will be making an impassioned plea for me to leave you and this island behind and to accompany them back to Arugam Bay.”
“Is that what you want to do?” he asked, his naughty grin clear as he kissed my neck.
I turned to him and pinned my breasts against his chest. “I’m never leaving your side again, and I hope you won’t be running off, either.”
“Don’t worry; I was only kidding. I think the time has come to face Tom and your father head on. Let the truth speak for itself.”
Although it was the last thing I wanted to do, we stepped out from underneath the waterfall to get dressed and return to the hostel. It was time to set things straight.
As we walked across the beach, safe from all the evil in the world, Logan held my hand in his. It wasn’t like this back in Sri Lanka. This didn’t feel temporary. This felt … real.
When we were close to the hostel, I saw two figures approaching in the distance. Fortunately, Logan and I were both dressed, and I was confident whoever these approaching figures were, they would not be able to tell we had just had mind-blowing sex underneath the waterfall. When they finally got close enough that we could make out their features, one person was indeed my father. But, by some stroke of good fortune or miraculous intervention by the gods, the other person with my father was not Tom Delany. The second person was Stacy, and she was smiling so broadly I knew right away she’d been up to something.
I said, “Hi, Daddy. This is Doctor Logan Storm. And don’t even think of trying to sell me any Tom Delaney talk.”
My father walked over to me and gave me a big hug. Then he held out his hand for
Logan to shake. “Hi, I’m Jenny’s father, and I couldn’t be any prouder to see my daughter with such a fine young man as yourself.”
I nearly fell over backward with surprise. “But I thought you were here with Tom and that you …”
My dad held up his hand and stopped me in mid-sentence. “I heard you punched Tom in his face back in Arugam Bay, and I did the same thing less than an hour ago.”
“But how? Why?”
“Your good friend Stacy found me at the hostel and handed me a phone. There was a US senator at the other end who explained to me exactly what had happened with Doctor Storm. Senator McArthur told me all the details—unlike Tom, who instead intimated you were in some danger. He said we had to rush to save you from Logan’s influence. After that call, I understood Tom had been misleading me all along. So I punched his lights out on the spot.”
“Your dad has the same kind of straight right that you punched Tom with,” Stacy said. “I guess it must run in the family.” She displayed with a wicked smile, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
My dad, Stacy, and Logan all joined in laughing with me, and we had a group hug to celebrate that all had ended well.
“Just one thing,” my dad whispered in my ear as we all started walking back toward the hotel. “You may want to straighten your clothes a little.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I replied with mock indignation.
“Well, just put this around your shoulders then,” my dad said and handed me his jacket, “You are wearing your bikini top inside-out.”
I looked down and saw my father was right. I quickly took my dad’s jacket and draped it around my shoulders while he smiled at Logan. I could tell that the two of them were going to get along just fine.
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Afterword
Thanks so much for reading to the end. I hope you enjoyed it. My first novels will be stand-alones in which women discover, or rediscover, their sensuality, all in exotic places just to add to the moans and pleasure. Further down the line I have a series planned, so I hope you’ll stick around for that.
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