by L K Harcourt
‘That better ladies? That be a lot of lager you’ve just emptied out of your bladders I’ll be bound. Must feel more comfortable, especially in those tight jeans, hey missy?’ he said to Louise and as she went by, he reached out and grabbed her backside.
Louise turned round and glared at him.
‘I wouldn’t mind getting my teeth into those fair buttocks of yours,’ he growled at her, with a leering smile.
‘Well it’s a pity you haven’t got hardly any left then, isn’t it?’ retorted Louise, pleased with her put down.
The seedy-looking man roared with laughter. ‘I’ve still got one of these,’ he said, pointing at his groin and pushing it at her.
As Louise turned away in disgust, the man said with a wink, ‘I reckon we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other before long.’
Emma stared at him in disgust. Nasty little creep!, she thought. But Louise shrugged it off. To her, it was just another sad bloke who fancied her.
‘Not for me thanks, I’ve had enough’ said Dan, after Louise insisted on having another celebratory pint after that one. ‘Remember we’ve got to be in a fit state to navigate the boat.’ Emma also shook her head, she couldn’t keep up with Louise’s drinking and didn’t particularly want to try.
Eventually, the four of them staggered to the jetty and jumped inside Louise’s little boat. It was gone 10pm and getting dark. It was just as well she was at the helm of a boat and not a car because she would certainly have failed a breathalyser test.
‘Aaah, the sea, the mighty ocean, ’tis the land of the free,’ slurred Louise, ‘well it would be, if it was land. When you put to sea, you leave the nanny state behind.’
It wasn’t the law that Dan was worried about, but Louise’s physical ability to get them back, but Louise, who could take her beer, seemed not to have lost her seafaring skills and they returned without incident.
‘Come on,’ said John to her, as he guided her up the tight spirals of the staircase. ‘Let’s get you to bed.’ Noting that John had taken Louise into the boys’ bedroom, Emma said to Dan, hoping she didn’t sound too forward, ‘will you share with me tonight?’
CHAPTER 10
Somewhat to John’s disappointment, no sooner had he laid his new girlfriend out on his mattress than she promptly fell asleep and began to snore. There was nothing that a gentleman could do but get in alongside her and pull the duvet over them both. He didn’t mind too much. He was content simply to have her warm, supple body next to his. It was something he had dreamed of for so long. Plus the fact that he was hardly on peak form himself that night. The pair of them had well and truly had one too many.
Dan’s ardour for Emma was tempered with a tingling nervousness. He hadn’t got a huge amount of sexual experience although nor, he was fairly sure, had she. But he dreaded appearing gauche and unsure what to do if she were to respond to him.
Emma could sense his apprehension as they climbed the stairs and in fact it helped to put herself at ease.
‘Dan,’ she whispered, ‘did you notice the moon in the sky as we came back and how bright it was? It must be bathing the lamp room in the most magical light. Why don’t we take our bedding up there.’
Dan trembled a little as he hauled the duvet and pillows up the winding staircase and into the lamp room. Emma was right, the light of the moon was flooding in through the large glass panes. It was a most surreal experience to be at the top of an old, redundant lighthouse as night was falling and the sea turning from deep blue, to purple and then, under moonlight, to a silver-grey.
Occasionally, the crest of a wave would flicker a ghostly white and sparkle as it journeyed forward. After a few hours of calm, the sea was moving again beneath a steady breeze. The rocks around the island, uncompromisingly black at this hour, gleamed and glistened in the pale lunar light.
The moon, the stars, the restless sea, it was hypnotising Dan and Emma as they stared out through the glass. Emma did not wish to tear herself away but sensed that someone needed to take the initiative. As Dan maintained his dreamy reverie at the window, she knelt down in front of him and tugged his belt open. She struggled a little to free the button of his trousers, then pulled them straight down to his feet.
Dan continued to look out on the moonlit sea, hardly daring to believe what happened next. He felt her fingernails catch his thighs as they seized the waistband of his briefs. He hoped he’d remembered to put a reasonable pair on that day. With one swift yank, Emma pulled them free of the stiffening bulge inside and let them fall to the floor.
Wrapping her arms around his waist, she stroked his firm buttocks with her hands and traced her tongue hungrily around his testicles. His penis swelled, its length casting a long shadow on the moonlit floor. Emma teased him a little, running her tongue gently along it. Dan put his hands down and stroked Emma’s hair. He suppressed the urge to push his penis into her mouth. But within seconds, she had closed her lips around it and was beginning to gently suck.
Dan’s fingers tugged at her hair. ‘Oh God,’ he moaned. ‘Oh Emma, I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.’ His voice faltered as he enjoyed the sensation of her lips and tongue journeying up and down, up and down his cock. Then, aware that he was close to coming, he gasped ‘you better stop, Emma, you’ve got to stop.’
But Emma wouldn’t stop. She wanted him to plunge deep between her legs but his agony at trying to prevent himself climaxing in her mouth was exciting her. She wanted him to, she wanted to overpower him, to make him unable to control himself.
And so she kept sucking, flicking her tongue over his knob as she did so, while stroking his length up and down with one hand and gently caressing his balls with the other.
‘Oh Emma please, you don’t know what you’re doing,’ he moaned.
Emma ignored him and carried on, gently, rhythmically, pressing her hand against the underside of his balls, eager for the first sign that the explosion was on its way.
Dan felt silent and Emma knew he had lost the will to stop nature taking its course. She could feel his body relax a little as if the struggle was over. She knew the end was not far away. And then suddenly he tensed up again as his scrotum went into spasm.
Emma’s fingers felt the tidal wave first; she knew that now was the moment to pull her lips away. But she chose not to, and Dan, on fire with intense ecstasy and shame, spurted thick jets of semen again and again into her mouth. She sucked until he was dry and then, gagging slightly, swallowed.
‘I have never done that to a man before Dan,’ she whispered, ‘but I wanted to do it to you.’
Dan no longer felt awkward and shy after that. He lifted her light, lithe body up and kissed her passionately and tenderly, like he had done in the pub. It was a good move, that was exactly what Emma wanted. He pulled her tight jumper, which showed off her neat breasts so perfectly, up over her head. Dan fumbled a bit with her bra strap in the weak moonlight so she helped him and her breasts leapt free. He bit down on them, a little roughly at first, then more gently. Her nipples swelled as his tongue flicked over first one then the other.
Then he knelt down in front of her and unhooked her skirt which dropped to the floor. He gazed up at her as if she were a goddess, entranced by her pale elf-like legs and her delicate knickers, light blue and very feminine, with a little white bow and lace frills. And there in the moonlight he could see the subtle bulge of her most private, feminine place beneath the cotton fabric.
Slowly, wishing to savour every moment, like a plate of exquisitely tasty food, Dan traced his fingers over her knickers, enjoying the way they rose up and over her pubic mound and then down again the other side.
‘I think you like vaginas,’ whispered Emma. ‘Take my knickers off now Dan and touch it properly, please.’
Dan gently tugged them down, delighting in uncovering her. He laid her on the duvet, pushing a pillow underneath her hips to point her vulva upwards towards his mouth. He looked into the pink inner depths beneath her generous triangle of soft, light brown
hair as he parted her legs.
Then it was Emma’s turn to gasp as his tongue teased its way around her inner thighs and along her abdomen, then slowly around the outer fringe of her pubic hair. Emma writhed in agony, desperate for him to satisfy her.
‘Please Dan,’ she whispered. ‘Stop being mean, do me, do me with your tongue.’
Dan pressed his lips against the lips of her vagina and darted his tongue teasingly along them. Then he kissed her down there as if embracing her mouth, plunging his tongue deep inside her as far as it would go. He withdrew it and began flicking it like a snake against the bud of her clitoris. That was too much for her to resist and she climaxed with wave after wave of orgasms, squeezing her thighs tightly around Dan’s head.
For a long while afterwards, the two lovers rested in each other’s arms, not talking, listening only to the ebb and flow of the tide sluicing the rocks below.
Finally Emma spoke. ‘Make love to me now Dan, I’ve got to have you inside me.’
He got on top of her and pushed his penis almost roughly into her. He had wanted to be gentle and romantic but an animal lust overtook him and he penetrated her deeply before pulling back until he was almost out of her, then ramming into her again.
Emma cried out both in ecstasy and pain. His lovemaking took her breath away. It could have been a caveman, not her gentle Dan. But that’s what made it so intensely, indescribably erotic – that a sensitive, shy person like him could be so turned on as to behave like this. How he must have wanted her and needed her. All that pent-up frustration was now concentrated in his raging cock thrusting remorselessly inside her.
This was good, very good. She had never had anything like it before. She would ache between her legs tomorrow! But the soreness would be sweet. It was bliss with the right man, and Dan was that man. Thank goodness he had sliced his finger the other day chopping onions and that their conversation had led ultimately, to this. It was meant to be.
Their desire satisfied, the pair of them cuddled beneath the duvet and fell asleep in each other’s arms as the moon above waxed higher, then moved off, ahead of an early-rising sun. To watch dawn break across the sea at 4am as it did in early June would have been a magical sight, but Dan and Emma slept soundly through it. Nor did they hear when the seabirds awoke and began their dawn chorus, the maritime equivalent of blackbirds, robins and chaffinches back home.
Relaxed and content they slept on and on, as did John and Louise. And after all, they were on holiday, there were no lectures to get up promptly for; no alarm clocks needed setting. It was only with the benefit of hindsight that they might nonetheless, have chosen to get up just a little earlier.
CHAPTER 11
‘Why do people like you and me get named after characters from the Bible, when we both turn out to be such scumbags,’ snarled Jacob to Zachariah, putting his lump hammer down for a rest.
‘You speak for yourself you gap-toothed idiot,’ snarled back Zak, as he was usually known, to his near-toothless accomplice Jake, as he was known by what few friends he had. ‘You might be a scumbag but I’m not. I don’t move in the highest circles, but I like to keep my hand in a few pies.’
‘Oh you do that all right. I just can’t believe we’ve been trying to smash our way through breeze block since 6 o’clock in the morning on a fool’s errand like this!’ moaned unfit 44-year-old Jake, sweat pouring from his brow.
‘Oh just grit your teeth – or in your case pretend to – and get on with it,’ advised Zak, who at one year older still had a reasonably full set, a couple of gold fillings and a scar down his cheek that he was proud of. ‘We haven’t got all day, we’ve already been at it two hours. Once those stupid students haul themselves out of bed, they will be straight back down that tunnel to get that treasure.’
‘That’s assuming there is any treasure,’ pointed out Jake. ‘I ain’t heard of a soul finding so much as a gold sovereign in a century or more. There’s more gold in your gnashers than there is down here. All the caves and tunnels ’ave been cleaned out and you know that as well as I do. And what’s more, this one ’as been blocked up for most o’ that time.’
‘Yes you prize oaf, that’s why there might still be some loot to be had down there, if you knew where to look for it and those posh kids clearly do,’ said Zak. ‘It’s ’idden down there for sure and they ’ave found a way down to it somehow from that island they’re staying on that was never blocked up and they’re going back for it today.
‘We ’eard ’em say as much in the pub, several times over. Now I’ve known this coastline round ’ere since I were that high,’ he said, pointing to his ankles. ‘And the tunnel from that there island leads all the way to this shore and comes out into this rock face. If it weren’t blocked up, we’d see a great big ’ole. All we ’ave to do is unblock it this end, walk up and find the loot before they return. ‘Ence why we’re making an early start.’
‘All we’ve got to go on is the say-so of that drunken bitch with the dark hair and wild green eyes, with more lager in ’er than was good for ’er,’ replied Jake. ‘Well I tell you this, I’m gonna shag her bloomin’ tits off if all that were a wind-up.’
‘Hey,’ replied Zak with a mysterious glint in his eye, ‘assumin’ they be tellin’ the truth and we come upon them in the tunnel we may just bag ourselves more than a sackful of treasure, know what I’m saying?’
‘Ah, now you’re talkin’,’ said Jake, his round, unshaven face and pudgy nose bending themselves into another leering smile of the kind he had inflicted on Louise the previous night. ‘I’ve already grabbed a handful of arse, I could do with a bit more besides. It’s a while since I’ve sunk me teeth into a real woman.’
‘Judging from your empty gob, I’d say you must have left them in her!’ guffawed Zak. ‘Anyway, you keep thinking, arse ‘n’ treasure, arse ‘n’ treasure – that should spur you on, now swing that lump ’ammer ’ard and then I’ll take over for a bit. Couple o’ hours we be counting our gold and bangin’ them lasses – with their fellas tied up in the corner!’
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At 8 o’clock in the lighthouse, it took a particularly spine-chilling shriek from a cormorant to wake up Dan and that was only because it was perched on the circular balcony directly outside the lamp room. He was roused from a strange and erotic dream in which he discovered long-lost treasure beneath a pyramid, had wild, passionate sex with a girl he adored on the top of a skyscraper and then some noisy eagle had spoilt it by waking him up with a loud squawk.
‘Where am I?’ thought Dan as he sat up half on his elbows, rubbing his eyes. The offending cormorant still sat on the balcony, preening its black feathers with its long beak. Several other seabirds mewed mournfully. And there, next to him was a slim shape under the duvet and a shock of blonde hair lying messily across her face. As Dan staggered to his feet, he realised that the dream hadn’t been far out. Here he was in the lamp room of a lighthouse with his woman and yesterday they had indeed found treasure.
So why did he feel odd and woozy, as if everything wasn’t quite real. Of course! He’d got a hangover! The four of them had all gone ashore in triumphant mood to enjoy a few celebratory pints. And now it was payback time. His head throbbed intermittently, and his throat felt thick. He hadn’t drunk as much as John and Louise, but Guinness could easily give him a hangover after just three or four pints.
Right, thought Dan, time to get moving and get a sense of focus. They had an important task ahead to recover that treasure to a place of safety. Admittedly, it had lain there undiscovered for over two centuries but it needed bringing to the lighthouse where they could see it properly and make a list of all they had found. And furthermore, mused Dan, uneasily, was there a chance that their loud and indiscreet conversation had been overheard the previous night? He could have kicked Louise for her bragging. Of course, she had been happy and on a high about not only treasure but her relationship with John and too much lager had loosened her tongue.
As Dan climbed down the staircase,
the spirals making him unpleasantly dizzy, all he could hear from John and Louise’s room was heavy breathing and the occasional snore. There was no hope of getting them up just yet. He went down to the kitchen and made a pot of tea and buttered toast which he carried carefully back up on a tray. Emma was just starting to come round. She blinked in the bright light of the lamp room which did not, of course, have any curtains. ‘Where am I?’ she said, before remembering.
She grinned at Dan as he came in.
‘Mmmm, breakfast in bed,’ she said, with a smile. ‘Now this is a nice surprise!’
‘It’s only tea and toast I’m afraid,’ replied Dan.
‘Oh that’s perfect,’ said Emma. ‘Tea, toast and you, my lovely Dan. Oh did we really do what I think we did last night, or did I dream it?’
‘I was wondering that too,’ said Dan, pouring the tea, ‘I think we did. We can always do it again to make sure!’
‘Oh yes, definitely,’ said Emma. ‘Well this holiday is proving to be quite an education to me, in so many ways. I’m even learning how to get about in a boat and go potholing.
‘Talking of which,’ said Dan, as he got back under the duvet, I don’t want to leave it too long before we return for the treasure. I’m worried about the way we all went on about it last night, particularly Louise, I have to say.’
Emma nodded. ‘Yes, especially in a place like that which we know was once a haunt of smugglers and wreckers. Some of the regulars in there, like that gap-toothed fella last night who grabbed Louise’s bum, they look like they would be that sort of type, given half the chance. The question is, what time will John and Louise finally surface?’
‘Crack of noon, probably,’ said Dan wryly. ‘Mind you, it is lovely and cosy under this duvet with you alongside me. He entwined his legs with Emma’s and she felt his erection pushing hard against her.
