Rescued I

by M. K. Elliott

  Her feet touched sand and relief washed through her. Together they crawled from the breakers, Christina still coughing up residues of salt water from her lungs.

  “Thank you,” she said, when she finally caught her breath.

  “What the hell do you think you were doing? Didn’t you see the warning flag?”

  She had, but she wasn’t going to admit it. This stranger would never understand her reasons. Now, looking back she barely understood them herself. With her immediate fear over she took in the sight of the man who had saved her.

  His dark hair was shorn close to his head, and he had a full mouth and straight white teeth. It was a young, good-looking face—in his mid-twenties at the most—but his forehead furrowed in a frown.

  “Why the hell would you want to swim when there’s a storm coming?”

  “I didn’t know. I just thought the waves were up. I can normally handle it.”

  “Yeah, well today you obviously couldn’t. Never underestimate the sea. It’s got a mind of its own.”

  Her whole body trembled from shock and the cold.

  “Come on. You’re freezing. Let’s get you up to the hut.”

  He helped her stumble up the beach, his arm almost protectively around her shoulders. Despite her shock, she couldn’t help but notice the firm muscle of his arm and the breadth of his chest. This guy was fit, with the broad shoulders and narrow waist of a swimmer.

  The first warmth raced through her body and she was aware of every single place their bodies made contact.

  He pushed open the door of the lifeguard hut and she padded across the wooden floor. A counter ran around the periphery of the room with several office chairs lined up against it. A small electric heater sat in one corner. She headed straight to it, thankful for its heat.

  Christina looked up and caught him checking her out, his eyes taking in her body, lingering at the swell of her breast. She glanced down to find her nipples rock hard, standing out obviously through the thin, wet material of her swimsuit.

  “Here,” he said, throwing a thick blue towel at her. Self conscious, she tugged the towel around her. He tore his gaze away, his cheeks flushing, embarrassed to be caught looking.

  “What’s your name?” she asked. “You saved my life. I think I should at least know what you’re called.”

  “Antony, but people call me Tony.”

  “Tony,” she repeated. “I’m Christina. Thank you.”

  He nodded, his eyes to the floor. “I was just doing my job.”

  She tried a smile. “I thought you guys didn’t work this time of year.”

  He turned, flicking a switch to boil the kettle. “We don’t, but I like being up here. The beach is quiet in the fall. You were lucky I was here.”

  At his words and the memory of what almost happened, Christina shivered.

  Tony noticed. “I’ll go and get your clothes.”

  He left the hut with a bang of the door, running back down the beach toward her pile of discarded clothes.

  Wanting to be out of the wet suit, she peeled the clingy material away from her body, and stepped out of it. She turned back round to find Tony standing there, staring. She’d only managed to clutch her towel to her chest, leaving the whole of her back and ass exposed

  But the young lifeguard didn’t seem to mind. His erection tented his shorts.

  In a moment of madness, Christina dropped the towel.

  Tony froze, staring at her nakedness. Christina’s skin puckered in goose flesh, her nipples as hard as the pebbles on the beach.

  He crossed the floor in three strides and scooped her up in his arms. His skin warm against her cold flesh, his arms around her, his fingers spanning her back. His heated mouth found hers, his lips soft but firm. Christina opened her mouth, her tongue seeking his.

  Skillfully he teased her mouth, tasting her tongue, her lips. She pushed her body up against his, the thick ridge of his cock pressed up against her pussy, his chest firm against her breasts. There was something insanely erotic about her being stark naked, touching him.

  His hands roamed down over her naked bottom, squeezing her tight, firm flesh. She moaned into his mouth and his hand slipped lower, creeping between the crevasse of her buttocks. A spear of excitement raced through her as his index finger skimmed the pucker of her ass, and then dipped lower, stroking her pussy, teasing her open.

  Already wet, he pushed a finger inside her and her legs trembled.

  She pulled away from him, separating their bodies just enough to slip her hand between them. Reaching beneath the waist band of his shorts, her fingers found the hard length of his cock. His skin was like satin; his hard need a fraction beneath the surface.

  As she tightened her palm around his girth, he gasped. There was a slight curve to his beautiful cock. It was huge, the head swollen, and she wanted him inside her. Slowly she pumped, her fingers skimming the naked head, wetting his length with his drops of pre-cum.

  His finger delved deeper, pushing into her taut passage. Her muscles gripped his finger as he slowly and tantalizingly slicked his finger back and forth, adding a second finger, stretching her to take him. She was so wet, and she bore down on his hand, wanting more.

  His hips thrust to meet her strokes, increasing in frequency, propelling her hand forward.

  Christina pulled at the waistband of his shorts. With his free hand, he helped her pull them down, freeing the length of his cock. It bobbed toward her, as if asking to be held, and she took it in her grip.

  But his hands grabbed her ass and he lifted her up, placing her on the counter.

  Her bottom hit the cold surface, sending spasms of excitement up through her pussy, through her belly, tingling in her full breasts.

  He bent his head, his hot mouth encircling her nipple. His tongue circled, his teeth grating against her erect flesh. Her fingers laced in his hair, pressing his head against her, wanting him to devour her.

  Moving up once again, his mouth found hers and his hand wrapped around her fingers, guiding his cock toward her slick opening.

  There was the slightest resistance before he plunged deep inside her.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and his hands slid beneath her ass, pulling her against him.

  Their movements were fiercely primal. He clutched her ass, his fingers digging almost painfully into her skin. In this position his cock was impaled deep inside her, leaving little room for maneuvering. Instead, she pushed her hips, using her internal muscles to grip and release his hard dick as he thrust in short, hard movements.

  Frustrated by the position, Tony pulled out of her and lifted her off the counter. He pushed her to the floor, skillfully flipping her over as he did, so she was on her hands and knees. She peered over her shoulder at him, but he wasn’t looking at her face, he was staring at her ass. He took a cheek in each palm and squeezed, then he took hold of his cock, still slick with her juices and his own pre-cum, and pressed it lengthways into the crevasse her buttocks created. He stroked himself in the cleft of her ass a couple of times, before pulling away and positioning himself at her pussy again. She pushed her ass up toward him and he pressed into her again, gasping at how deep he sank.

  Christina groaned, loving the friction this new position created. But his fascination with her heart-shaped bottom wasn’t over. His thumb found her asshole, working the juices his cock left there. He gently pushed inside her tight ring, loosening her up. The sensations made her cunt contract, gripping his cock.

  “Oh yes,” she gasped.

  With one hand she reached between her own thighs and found the sensitive nub of her clit, swollen and engorged with blood. He pushed his thumb deep into her ass and held it there like a butt plug, while he pumped his hips back and forth, driving his dick deep into her pussy.

  “Oh fuck,” he said. “You’re so fucking tight. I’m really close.”

  “Just don’t stop fucking me.”

  The force of his thrusts increased, slamming into her, using his thumb to
rub the insides of her ass, sending shock waves through her. She cried out loud, unable to contain herself anymore.

  The strength of her orgasm flooded over her in waves, coming again and again, her pussy convulsing, clenching on his cock as he came with her. He thrust hard and then harder, groaning as he filled her.

  Nick slumped over her back, and planted a kiss on her shoulder.

  “Jesus Christ,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting that today.”

  “Bet you’re glad you saved me now,” she managed, between pants.

  He slipped out of her and reached behind him, spreading their towels out on the floor beside the electric fire. They lay down and Christina closed her eyes, enjoying the post-coital glow and the feeling of a young, male body beside her.

  Maybe swimming wasn’t so great, she thought.

  This definitely was a more enjoyable way of challenging herself.

  **Please continue reading for free bonus material, two short stories have been included after this last Rescued I piece.

  Three’s Not a Crowd

  Alyssa twisted around on the sun bed to lie on her back. Her naked breasts, small, but perfectly rounded, jutted out to meet the sun—she always liked an all-over tan.

  She’d taken the vacation off-peak, a quick trip to Los Angeles to make the most of the unseasonably hot weather, and this was her last day. She was due out on a flight that evening, so she intended on making the most of her remaining time.

  The resort was quiet, but there were still a few people around. Across the pool, a middle-aged couple also lay on sun loungers. The man stared at her openly, his eyes almost popping out of his head. The wife scowled in her direction, obviously not appreciating her naked curves.

  Alyssa pressed her lips together, repressing a cheeky smile. Maybe she should stand up and bend over, pretending to get something out of her bag. She would give the couple the perfect view of her tight, round ass, knowing the tiny slip of material of her bikini bottoms would do little do cover her pussy.

  The wife would probably thank her for it. She bet the husband would fuck his wife good and hard later, even if he did have the image of Alyssa’s tanned ass and bouncing tits in his head.

  She was about to give them a little show when a wink of light caught her eye. She frowned, squinting beneath her sunglasses.

  On the other side of the pool, at the bar, two men in their early twenties held a video camera, and they were pointing it in her direction. Alyssa sat up, peeping over the top of her sunglasses, so she could get a better look.

  She couldn’t see much of the man holding the camera, except that he was tall with shorn, brown hair and broad shoulders. His friend stood next to him, propped up against the bar. He had the sort of scruffy, jaw-length blond hair that seemed to be popular among the LA surfer-type.

  Noticing they had been spotted, the blond delivered a swift elbow into the cameraman’s ribs. Immediately he lowered the lens and the two of them turned back to the bar, their heads together.

  Alyssa frowned. She wasn’t going to put up with that. While she loved to be the centre of attention, it was to be by her rules, not someone else’s.

  She swung her legs off the sun bed and slipped her feet into a pair of wedged mules. Heels weren’t normal pool wear, but she couldn’t resist, knowing how long they made her already-slender legs look. She picked up the discarded bikini top and tied it back around her neck, clipping the back together.

  Alyssa stood and casually walked over to the bar, knowing every man in the place was watching her walk.

  Purposefully, she sidled up to the bar, choosing the stool beside the men. Neither of them looked at her, so she reached across the bar and picked up the camera.

  “Mind if I take a look at that?” she said.

  The man with the shorn head gaped, and the blond’s cheeks flushed. They knew they had been busted.

  Alyssa flicked open the viewfinder and pressed a few buttons to get playback. Within moments there she was, lying, stretched out and almost naked in the sun. The camera zoomed in, tracing its way up her body, lingering on her breasts.

  She glanced at the two men, her eyebrows raised. “I’m sure we could do better than that,” she said. “I’m in room one-oh-four.”

  Then she slid down from the stool and walked away, purposefully wiggling her ass as she walked.

  Her heart pounded as she reached her room and quickly unlocked the door. She knew the men wouldn’t have rushed straight after her, they would take the time to wonder if she was kidding, or if it was a set up and they were about to get beaten by a huge boyfriend. But she knew they would come. No red-blooded male would turn down an offer like that.

  Alyssa was right. Within a few minutes a tentative knock came. Quickly, she shook out her long blonde hair and slicked on a fresh coat of lip-gloss. She went to the door.

  The shorn haired man leant up against the doorframe, the camera held up to record her. His friend lingered behind.

  “Well,” she said smiling. “You guys want to make a little movie?”

  “Hell, yeah,” he said, and she backed away allowing him through the door. “Walk,” he told her. “I want to see that fine ass of yours.”

  Alyssa turned and, walking away, she slid the bikini bottoms down, over one round ass-cheek, and then the other. Then she stopped and let them fall to the floor, carefully stepping out. She didn’t need to glance over her shoulder to know the men’s mouths were hanging open.

  “Bend over,” the other man’s voice came, hoarse with desire.

  She did as she was told, bending at the waist, pushing her ass out toward them, spreading her legs. They would be getting a fantastic view of her pussy, its smooth shaved skin, the dip leading to her tight asshole. Staying like that for only a moment, she straightened. Her hands reached around her back and she unclipped her top, freeing her breasts. She pulled it over her head and let it fall to the floor.

  With the exception of her heels and lip-gloss, she was totally naked. Alyssa turned to face them, a smile hinting at her mouth. There was power in this. In having two men practically panting with want.

  The two men’s erections strained against the thin material of their shorts, creating a pair of impressive bulges.

  “Now it’s your turn,” she said.

  The men shared a glance and silently came to the decision she was not fucking about.

  The blond wrestled his shirt over his head. Still pointing the camera, the other guy kicked his sandals off and, one handed, tugged at the button of his shorts.

  Alyssa reached a hand between her tanned thighs and started to gently rub her clit with her forefinger.

  “If you guys don’t hurry up, I’m going to have to do this myself.”

  The blond got to her first, his cock jutting out to meet her. He had a surfer’s body, young and lean. Though he tilted his head awkwardly with a shy smile on his lips, his nerves were not enough to stop him approaching her.

  Alyssa reached her hand out toward his cock, wrapping her fingers around its rock hard length. “Hi,” she said to it, not bothering to look up to see the face the dick belonged to.

  The camera was still rolling.

  Slowly she got to her knees, so his cock was at her mouth. Parting her lips, she snaked out a tongue, teasing its tip, tasting the small bead of moisture. Gently she pushed her tongue against his slit, hearing him gasp above her. Knowing the camera was watching, she ran her tongue down its length, stopping at its base to take each ball in her mouth, gently sucking, swirling with her tongue. Then she licked her way back up again and enveloped the whole of his cock in her mouth, drawing him deep into the back of her throat.

  The cameraman was behind her now, focusing on her ass and pussy and on the back of her bobbing head. She wiggled her butt at him, pushing it out, hoping he’d get the message.

  He did. Holding the camera in one hand, he reached down, slipping a finger along her wet folds. Alyssa groaned against his friend’s cock, the vibration making him tremble, and push
ed her ass out further. He slipped a finger inside her tight pussy, and she moaned again.

  Feeling how wet she was, he pushed another finger inside her, pumping in and out, all the while trying to hold the camera still to get the action.

  Alyssa pulled herself off of the other guy’s cock, just long enough to say, “Put your finger in my ass. I love it in the ass.”

  He didn’t need to be told twice. Using the moisture from her pussy, he wet her ring, and starting working the tight pucker off her ass with his thumb. Another finger pushed its way into her pussy, so she was practically impaled on his whole hand.

  “God, you have such an amazing ass,” he told her. “And your pussy is so tight.” He pulled his hand out of her and adjusted himself. Then she felt the hard length of his cock slap against her ass, and he was back again. His thumb swiftly plugged her ass, his dick pushing against her wet slit.

  Then he was inside her, filling her. Slowly he moved back and forth, and she sucked harder on the cock in her throat, knowing by his frantic movements he was near.

  But she didn’t want him to come just yet. She wanted both of them.

  “Wait,” she gasped. “Let’s move to the bed.”

  Neither of them wanted to stop, but she pulled away, the hard dick slipping from her wet pussy. She crawled across the floor, her ass still held high, ever aware of the camera, and climbed onto the bed. She propped herself up on one elbow, her thighs spread.

  The blond dived in after her, and the shorn-haired man positioned the video camera at the end of the bed, making sure he got a good view.

  The blonde lay down in front of her, kissing her now, his hands caressing the luscious curves of her body. The shorn-haired guy climbed in behind her, both hands grabbing her buttocks, squeezing them. His dick, still hard and slick from her juices, poked her asshole, and he gave a gentle push, testing how ready she was to take him.