Una’s Retreat

By Tabitha Rayne

Raising herself up on her elbows, Una shielded her eyes against the sun glancing off the crystal sea. There he was again. She held her breath and took in every sinew of his tantalisingly familiar body.

For the past five mornings at precisely this time, while she’d been cultivating her tan, he had sauntered past like a racehorse in its prime.

He looked over and smiled, nodding in acknowledgement of her presence just as he had every other morning. This time though, Una felt brazen enough to return the gesture and was surprised at the heat that rushed through her bikini clad body, just by smiling hello. Each tiny hair on her skin lifted in turn and flowed across her body in a Mexican wave of sensation. Feigning disinterest as he dove into the water, she turned her head but kept her eyes fixed on to his athletic frame. When he was fully submerged she tried to recline in a sophisticated pose back on the hot sand and sink into relaxation.

A retreat. She’d fled the city, the unfulfilling job, the constant social pressure, the stress, the ex and come to a place that she thought was guaranteed to be far away and remote enough to finally let go and even find herself - whatever that meant. Una had been feeling so crowded recently, never a space in her life to call her own. So when this morning stranger had passed her way, she’d been disappointed at first - thinking him an intrusion to her comforting isolation. But when his sleek body had slipped through the water, barely disturbing the rhythm of the softly slapping waves, her senses had pricked and Una had watched in admiration as he swam off around the bay in lazy gliding strokes.

If she’d been a swimmer, Una might have followed him but the thought of land giving way to nothing but an abyss of liquid made her shudder. She’d always been much happier with her feet on dry land.

On the first day, when she was sure he wasn’t coming back, Una had lay back in the blazing sun and opened her thighs, letting her dampening bikini bottoms heat further with the striking rays. The gentle lapping at her toes of the rising tide had woken her and she’d stayed still until the watery fingers crept up her thighs to her own wet place, carefully as a lover coaxing her desire. Aroused by this unexpected attention, she’d checked there was nobody around and slipped her hand down into her bikini bottoms. She had been astonished at how quickly she’d come on her own fingers and had assumed the heat of the sun and the vague dream she’d been having about the stranger had quite a lot to do with it. It quickly became part of her daily routine and Una was about to lie back again and wait for the tide to rise but something inside made her sit up. Maybe it was her response to his ‘good morning’, or the fact that she’d barely talked to another soul for five days, but something had awakened within Una.

I’ll follow him, she thought and stood up, moving as languid as a dream and walked slowly, trance-like over the burning sand to the water’s edge. She stood with the sea lapping at her toes, tickling them, urging her deeper. The outward flow pulled grains of sand away from under her feet, tricking her into thinking she was moving and making her dizzy. Smiling, she shook the giddiness from her head and stared out over the ocean.

Her fear of the glassy depths which usually clutched at her lungs had disappeared, and as she broke the surface she felt only peace. Slowly moving in deeper, the water rose, filling and quenching her, holding and wrapping her in its embrace. Knees, thighs, inner thighs, pussy lips, bottom, cold water rushed in catching her breath. Hips, waist, tummy, ribs, chest. She held her arms high over her head, clasping her hair, even though she knew it would eventually get wet. Her breasts lifted and bobbed as she continued, treading on soft sand under her feet. Nipples, armpits, throat, shoulders, neck, jaw. Feathery touches teased the tiny hairs behind her ears then the water filled them, swooshing and whooshing as she tipped her head back waiting until the very last moment to take a huge breath.

Closing her eyes, she sank under the surface and blinked them open again to see shafts of sun slicing through the great body of water and striking the golden bed. Fish darted in and out of the beams like living stars and Una was overcome with the wonder of it all. For the first time ever in her life she felt no fear and let the water take her weight, cradling and rocking her gently. Her hair floated and wrapped around in the currents that she made and she felt like an ethereal mermaid. She let her limbs go loose and began a slow hypnotic dance with the fish. It occurred to her that she’d never let go like this - just given over to anything, relinquished control. For a while she let herself just live in this abandonment of power and relished the weightlessness of it all. Colourful little fish swam up close to her and she felt her heart swell at this touching display of curiosity. Reaching out to one of them she smiled as it took fright only to return with renewed bravery just seconds later. Time meant nothing in this underwater world and for the first time, she felt herself truly relax.

Finally taking time to consider her situation, Una realised that she had never felt so free. She tried to wrap herself around this precious feeling and hold it close to her heart, and yet something began to nag at her. The slow dawning then sudden awareness of how lonely and small she was in this vast living ocean. Indeed, how small and lonely she was in her life. She was about to give up and return to the surface but as soon as the thought entered her mind, there he was; her daily Adonis swimming towards her, determined and shark like. Una’s flesh trembled and every pore reached out to meet him. His eyes fixed hers and she smiled opening her arms wide to catch his embrace. Expecting a gentle wrapping of bodies, she was shocked when his chest slammed into hers. His strength was incredible and he commanded her like a possession, gripping and owning her. Una’s breath was knocked from her and bubbles of light began to dance in her peripheral vision. It was like the moment in films of old where the kiss came and the heroine’s foot lifted. Una smiled at her own clichéd fantasy and closed her eyes to receive his lips.

Everything went dark and silent and all she could feel was this point - this place where they met and shared themselves. At last he kissed her. It was exquisite. Powerful, manly, masterful. Everything she’d dreamed it would be. Again she felt her conscious self slip away until there was only here and now, this kiss...

“Open your eyes,” the voice from far away seemed closer now. Una was faintly irritated and glared through closed lids in the general direction of where it was coming from. The sound was breaking the spell of the kiss. She lifted her face once more to suckle and lavish in his moist mouth. But he had broken free. “Open your eyes.” It was right by her now and angry. Una was scared, she wanted the kiss back but all she was getting was fury.

Her cheek stung and the sound of a slap ricocheted through her mind. Her shoulders were being shaken and pummelled and Una opened her eyes to see the man looking pale and stricken.

“Oh thank God,” he said, his face contorted with emotion and slumped onto her. Una started coughing and spluttering uncontrollably and tried to lift him off. He pulled himself up and rolled her onto her side. “I thought you were gone. You’ve given me a real fright. I don’t know whether to hit you or kiss you.”

But as Una regained her composure, it was clear to her which one he really wanted to do as his expression softened and he smoothed the hair from her brow.

“What happened..?” Una inwardly rolled her eyes, another cliché. She’d always promised herself that if she ever found herself in a situation where that line might be called for, she’d use something far more interesting. She tried again, “I mean, where are we?” She groaned. “I mean... kiss me like that again.”

He paused for a moment, looking as if he was going to answer her first two questions first but then with the same strength and purpose he’d had underwater, he scooped his arms under her back and lifted her to him. His lips were salty and wet as he kissed her deep and hard. Una took control of her dangling arms and wrapped them around his shoulders, hauling herself up to meet him properly. She straddled his kneeling thighs and was delighted to feel his arousal pressing against her soaked bikini bottoms. Heat gathered between them and a low moan escaped his throat. Una couldn’t believe the desire that was overtaking her. She was usually so reserved in the bedroom, more used to making love slowly with coy controlled seduction. This though, this was complete feral abandon. Una just wanted to be ravished, fucked and swallowed whole by this mighty Adonis. Their bodies wound around each other’s and Una undulated her pelvis, grinding it into his straining cock. Her pussy had turned to liquid heat and she wished he would just pull her bikini to the side and fuck her right here and now. She was kissing him hard and fast, devouring his lips and tongue, relishing the taste of this new lover. Her chest felt open like she was breathing something lighter than air and she clung desperately to him as if she would simply float off without him to keep her tethered to the earth.

He stopped kissing her and Una let her head fall back, arching her breasts up to him. He didn’t take the cue to thumb her peaking nipples through clinging bikini, he simply reached under her buttocks and lifted her up easily and carried her off over the sand.

The sea grass whipped and scratched at her ankles with unexpected ferocity as they went off up towards the labyrinth of narrow pathways leading to the cliffs and trees. She was touched when he actually noticed and hoisted her higher in his arms, gently murmuring how she should take care to protect her pretty pale skin. If Una had been standing, she would have swooned. A part of herself was irritated by the damsel in distress routine, but she quickly made the decision to relish in this new found helplessness - and felt strangely empowered. It was a paradox but Una banished her analytical mind and opened up her sensual one. It seemed to take a long dreamy time rocking in the rhythm of his gait and Una felt comforted and sleepy. Just as she was slipping into a gentle dose, he stopped.

His beach hut was light and airy with clean, crisp sheets and stunning views over the bay. He lowered her gently and stood at the bottom of the bed staring right into her with his achingly blue eyes. Una wanted to fall into them and swim around in him, feeling him and loving him from the inside out. She squeezed her thighs together as another gush of arousal escaped her lips and trickled down over her perineum. He noticed and took his gaze to her pussy, urging her to open her legs. In that split second, Una changed, there was no room to be shy in the here and now - no need to be ashamed of this need. She slowly spread her thighs as wide as she could, amazed at how open and turned on it made her to display her want like this. She wanted more. She wanted to show him how plump and wet he’d made her and she reached down, gripping the crotch of her bikini bottoms and pulled them to the side. He stared. Then, still staring, he began to peel away the fabric of his own trunks, ready to show himself to her.

Una held her breath as the tip of his cock peeked over the top of the shorts. Shining with a pearly bead of liquid already, Una’s mouth watered at the sight. Her pussy was twitching, pulsing for something to wrap around and she slid her fingertips inside, splaying her lips open and sliding her juices up to her clit as he eased the shorts down past his hips, bringing his full length and girth into view. Una’s breasts swelled and her skin flushed with desire. She couldn’t wait anymore and sprang up onto all fours in front of him and tugged the trunks down to the ground. Pausing, she took a moment to admire his beautiful cock and luscious balls, tight and high, ready to explode. She buried her head in his crotch, inhaling his scent until she felt dizzy with his pheromones. He held her hair and guided her on to the tip of his cock and she liked the way his fingers twitched and tugged when she took the first taste. Sea salt and musk. She fell on to him, sucking and teasing him, taking him deep into her needy mouth. He made that throaty groan again and it turned Una on so much.. His cock began to surge and stutter and he pulled her off it, pushing her back onto the bed, parting her thighs with his. Una thought she would split as he kept shuffling her legs further and further apart. It was amazing. Her pussy was wide open and wetter than it had ever been and she lifted her pelvis, trying to catch the tip of his dick with her desperate lips.

He started kissing her again, hungrily taking in her mouth then jaw then neck. The tiny hairs on her skin rose and fluttered sensation all though her body, like an electric current, until it settled in her clit, making her squeeze into him even more.

“Be patient,” he whispered and she was suddenly ashamed at her wanton ways. “We’ve got plenty of time.” He soothed her, kneading her breasts then letting them fall causing more ripples of pleasure. He must have realised the shift in her emotion and said slowly in a thick husky voice, “Don’t worry, I’m going to fuck you.”

Relief and arousal flooded through Una and she let herself fall under his spell again. She closed her eyes as he started to tongue her collar bone, making his way teasingly slowly towards her breasts then at last, her begging nipples. He suckled one deep, nibbling then engulfing it over and over while tweaking the other at the same time. Una thought she was going to come from this alone and clenched her teeth together in agonised lust.

“I can’t take any more, I need you inside me.” She could have wept with the intensity of need she was feeling and bucked her empty clutching cunt up to his body. Still, he teased her. She grabbed and scratched at his shoulders trying to heave him into her. But still, he denied her. He peeled her hands from his back and held both her wrists in one hand and stretched them above her head. He smiled mysteriously and reached for something on the bedside table; a tie. She briefly wondered when and where on earth this beach dweller would ever wear a tie. It threw her for a second, until she realised what he was about to do with it. She squealed as he wrapped it four times around her wrists then tied her to the bedstead. Una could have passed out with sheer joy. This had never happened to her before and she was taken over by excitement. She was trembling as he continued his attention on her bosom, working his way down to her abdomen, then making her flinch as he flicked his tongue over each hip bone. He stopped and flashed her a dark, menacing lust-filled look before drawing her legs together and grabbing her bikini bottoms in both hands. In one fast motion, they were off and cast aside on the floor.

“I watch you, you know,” he said pushing her legs apart once more, glancing up to see her reaction. “I watch you reaching into those little swimming panties and making yourself come all over your pretty little fingers.”

Una squealed in embarrassment and tried to clamp her legs shut. Horrified, she blushed and turned her head into her armpit trying to hide herself from him. “Oh no,” she whispered, truly mortified.

“Why are you so embarrassed?” He seemed genuinely confused and tipped her face back to him by tenderly cupping her chin. Una couldn’t or wouldn’t explain to him that she’d always been slightly ashamed of her own arousal and to be caught, by a man, masturbating, was just too much to bear. When he’d got her full attention, the look of confusion was still there but he smiled broadly at her. “Don’t you know that to see a woman in such a state of need that she takes herself in her own hands, is every man’s dream? You should never be ashamed of your desire.” He gently stroked her cheek and Una suddenly felt emotional. It was so strange to be here in this intimate exchange with someone she’d only just met, talking so profoundly to her about her fears and making her feel better. It was surreal and wonderful and she was about to speak but he held a finger to her lips. “No more talking.” His voice was suddenly stern and Una melted once more into sublime submission. His eyes were steely and shark-like with determination just like in the sea. He flashed her one last look then leaned down, parting her fully with that expert mouth. Una’s hips rose to meet him and he started circling her clit with the flat then the tip of his tongue. It was heaven but Una still felt tense about his revelation. Taking her mind to her pussy, she concentrated on letting her tension go. As she softened into his lapping, her lust built to a clutching need again and Una realised she just had to grip something hard between her lips. Just as she’d thought it, a digit started to probe at her entrance, dipping tantalisingly. She could have yelled out in frustration but again, he must have read her mind and dove two fingers all the way into her hungry sex, pulsing and sliding as she tightened around them, hanging on and riding his face at the same time. The welling began in the pit of her abdomen, growing and sparking and she floated up beyond herself. She willed herself back into the moment and found her voice, “Stop, stop, I’m going to come already. Please.”

This time, he did as she bid and withdrew his fingers and tongue from her. Still tied, she pulled herself taut on her bindings and he knelt between her legs, his cock gleaming hard against his belly as he studied her open cunt. She cast aside all feelings of shame and thrust her pouting, gaping sex up, displaying her full desire for him.

Lifting her pelvis high, she parted herself wide, tilting her hips in invitation to his turgid shaft hovering so close but just out of reach. At last, he took a breath and leant over into the crook and dip between her thighs. Excitement spilled out of Una as a giggle from her throat and juices from her slick pussy. He held his cock in his big tanned fist and guided it to her soaking lips, coating his head and smearing her juices up to her straining clit. Una twisted on her ties, preparing herself when he suddenly he sank into her, spearing her all the way to the hilt of his thick dick. The wind was knocked out of Una, she gasped as her pussy walls stretched then clenched around him, holding him captive in her fiery cavern. He stayed like that for a moment, slumped over her, breathing hard into the hair behind her ear, before sliding out slowly then, diving back in, this time finding a rhythm and fucking her hard over and over again with every sinew of his body contracting and releasing.

Una felt every ridge of his beautiful cock slide up inside her again and again, coaxing her nerve endings into utter submission. She gave herself over to the sensation building within her pussy walls and rode it as it grew. Her body was taking her back out to sea, and she was riding the swell and build of a wave, being tossed high in the breakers then falling suddenly to the base. Her lover’s thrust was becoming more urgent now and he slammed into her harder and deeper making her feel like a shore to his crashing wave. Una groaned and bucked on her bonds like a fish on a line and sucked at him as she felt the pulsing at the root of his cock. The thought of him about to come inside her, abandoning himself in her, tipped her off the edge and she fell out of herself and into her pussy as she came hot and wet over his ramrod shaft. He shouted out and she stared at his taut expression. He gripped the bedding and thrust one last time, filling her with his seed.

Still trussed up and wide open, he slumped onto her, breathing hard and softly laughing. Una kept clenching hard to hold him inside her as he softened and his heartbeat slowed. At last he rolled off and slipped out of her, their mingled juices seeping out between them. Una lowered her cramping hips and closed her thighs around her sex, trying to hold in their love for as long as she could.

Carefully, he untied her wrists and massaged the whitening ridges where the bonds had been. Blood flowed back into her hands and fingers with a delicious tingle. He lay on his side holding his head in one hand while he trailed the other lazily across her jaw line then down over her body, outlining her frame. Her flesh still felt electrified by his feathery touch but it was more comforting than arousing now. She managed to pull her gaze away from his intense blue eyes and looked out over the bay. It was exquisite with the afternoon sun dancing over the sea and the gentle breeze ruffling the grasses and she was thankful for the open window letting it all in. The long muslin curtains fluttered like the scene from a film and Una tried to brand it to her memory as a seagull’s call echoed nearby. This perfect scene. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d felt more at peace. Rolling back to face him, her breath caught when she saw just how beautiful he was.

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” she whispered and wondered why she’d chosen that moment to say such a thing. “Thank you for saving me.”

Her beautiful lover just delicately pushed the hair from her cheek, looked into her eyes and kissed her.