Inhaling deeply from the briny air mixed with the scent of the forest behind her and tropical flowers, Janna leaned back and closed her eyes. It was almost the end of her three week vacation on Dunk Island, off the Queensland coast, once known as Coonanglebah—the island of Peace and Plenty—she’d chosen it for its name and reputation. Peace—that’s what she had needed, craved, and plenty of it. The island had everything she dreamed about, rainforests, beaches, crystal clear water—everything except the man of her dreams.
Angry now that she’d allowed him to creep back into her thoughts, breaking her moment of tranquility, she shook her head and sat up, arms around her knees, once again fascinated with the long foamy fingers creeping along the pearly sand.
Shake that man from your mind, from your heart, she told herself. He’s not worth it. But try as she might, Andy’s face wouldn’t go away, haunted her memories. Right now, stronger than ever, and she had no idea why. She thought she’d washed him from her heart, had come to terms with his sudden disappearance. Apparently not. The closure she sought by going away, hadn’t happened. His vanishing act had been too quick, too abrupt, no explanation, no answers to her questions.
The tall, handsome, blond surfer’s face and body returned to her mind’s visual in full force. It was almost as if she could see his smiling face appear above the waves, his strong arm waving at her. Oh, but that imagination of hers could be vivid. Just like seeing his tall, muscular, bronzed body rising from the sea, walking toward her. Shadowed against the dipping sun, bathed in orangy pink light, he looked like a sea-god.
She swallowed hard, tried not to look at the erection throbbing against his lean belly, touching his navel. Lust pooled between her legs, her clit throbbed uncontrollably. Janna closed her eyes and spread her legs. Her hand stole to her netherlips, now parted to allow the sun’s last rays to stroke them. The privacy of the cabin she’d rented, with its strip of private beach, allowed her to enjoy her vacation in all her naked glory. Never in her life had she felt so uninhibited as she had these last weeks. Feasting her eyes on the vision, she parted both netherlips, opening her woman’s parts for him to gaze at.
Drops of liquid emerged from her opening, trickled down the folds, to mix with the sand beneath her bottom. She rubbed the liquid up and down her slit, then spread her legs even more. He had stopped, just stood there watching her, his gazed fixed between her legs. That turned her on even more. Oh, if only he were real, if only that magnificent cock of his would enter her. Withdrawing her fingers from her pussy, she lay back and held her arms out.
“Come to me,” she whispered softly. “Come to me and take me with you.” Expecting the vision to disappear, for reality to return in full force, she closed her eyes. Opening them again, he was still there, but this time he walked toward her. Okay, this is some stranger who happened upon my little private area. A blush heated her cheeks as she quickly closed her legs. But her wanton lust didn’t go away. Rather, it increased in intensity.
Slowly, step for step, he advanced.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice a throaty whisper, laced with her desire.
The man didn’t say anything.
When he was right in front of her, he stopped to look down at her body, her breasts, nipples now hard as the small shells that surrounded her, poking up, throbbing, then his gaze rested on the v between her legs, to finally travel to her face. His eyes reflected the color of the ocean, right now painted with all the sunset hues. His eyes were turbulent, sad almost, then she saw lust reflected in them, pure unadulterated lust. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
Love with a stranger? No bloody way. Big, red, warning signs flashed through her mind. Stop! You don’t do one night stands, Janna! Danger! Something crept up her leg. Thinking it was a mosquito, she sat up and swiped at it, but it was the sea—the fingers that had fascinated her earlier now crept up her legs, covering them with foam. The foam reached her pussy, pooled there, bubbled as it touched her heated flesh. “Andy?” she said softly. “Andy, come to me? I don’t care if you’re a dream, a figment of my imagination—come to me?” Her wounded heart suddenly didn’t ache so much, as if the appearance of this look-like-Andy man had rubbed balm on the festering wound.
He spoke then. “Janna, my heart, I have come for you.”
This was Andy’s spirit. He was dead, and now his ghost was trying to get her to commit suicide. “I’m not ready to die,” she said, her voice tremulous.
“Not die. I’ve come to you in your dreams, tried to tell you where I’d gone, why I had to leave you. But you never remembered your dreams, all you remembered was the pain I caused you. This is the first time you’ve opened yourself to me.”
“Oh, but you’re a glib one. Who are you? Who told you about my broken relationship?”
“My heart, my pearl from the sea, you see me, you hear me. Is your heart so blind you don’t know your true love? Your soul-mate?”
“You’re dead. You’re trying to make me end my life.”
“Baby, I’m far from dead. I’m here in the flesh, and I’ll prove it to you.”
Fear clouded her mind, entered her heart. What was he going to do? Even if she was turned on like hell, this was too weird, too out-of-this-world strange. No matter how much she wanted to, she couldn’t just give herself to a stranger in order to satisfy the lust that raged through her.
“No stranger.”
“See, you are a ghost. Only a ghost could read my mind. I’ll play along. What happened to you, Andy? If you’re really dead, how did you die?”
“Baby, I’m not dead. I can only spend so much time on dry land and then I have to go back.”
“You’re talking in riddles.” The tide coming in lapped softly around her bottom, her feet, against her pussy. She felt it enter her waiting opening, still yearning to be filled by him.
“Trust me. Come with me and you’ll know everything.”
His eyes were hypnotizing. The sun now bathed the sea in a vivid orange and red, reflecting in his eyes, turning them into dark red pools. She felt herself drowning in those pools, her body a mind of its own as she stood up in front of him. Her head barely reached his nipples. She took a step back. Then another.
“Don’t reject me, my love. When I heard the call of your heart I could finally come to you—we can be together again. For eternity this time.”
“That’s what you promised me many a time,” she said, tears now stinging, finally overflowing and trickling down her hot cheeks.
“Touch me,” he told her. “Merge with me.”
“I told you I’m not ready to die. You broke my heart, but you haven’t broken my spirit. I have a lifetime of living ahead of me.”
“And we can live it together, as one. All you have to do is let go of your fear. Touch me.”
His gaze bore into hers, dissipating her pangs of fear, dissolving her arguments. She loved him so much, she’d do anything for him, whether in life or death. Hesitantly, she reached out, touched his chest. He’s real. Dammit, his skin feels warm. She’d expected her hand to go right through him, but if she stepped forward, she’d step right into his waiting arms. All misgivings gone, she didn’t wait another second and almost threw herself into his arms. “Andy, oh, Andy, it’s really you!”
“It is, my love. It’s really me. Look at me,” he said, and grabbing a handful of her long blonde hair, gently pulled her head back so she looked up into his beloved face.
Janna’s heart thundered as his face bent toward her, his lips touched hers. She parted her lips, felt his tongue enter and gently probe. Oh, the familiar taste of him, his briny scent that in the past, had always reminded her of the sea. It surrounded her now, entered her nostrils and caused her mind to swim. “And now we enter my world, my darling,” he whispered against her lips.
Scooped into his arms, she leaned her head against his shoulder. He walked into the ocean until water covered them. She expected to gag, water to enter her nostrils, her mouth, to gasp for oxygen—but it di
dn’t happen. Much to her surprise, she could breathe under water. Tiny bubbles emerged from her nose and mouth as she gazed up at the man who had taken her to eternity.
“Not eternity, my sea-pearl.”
“Where then?”
“Watch and wait, and you’ll see.”
Just to lie there in his arms was heavenly. If this was what eternity was about, she had no regrets about her decision to go with him, to touch him. But hadn’t he said this wasn’t eternity? A wild dream. Hallucinations, caused by the tall, tropical, alcoholic, drink she’d sipped on the beach prior to just lazing on the sand.
It wasn’t too long before huge bubbles disturbed the water surrounding them. She had no idea how far he’d walked into the water with her. Gently, he set her on her feet. Gazing around, she marveled at the undersea world, dimly lit up by the red sun up above. It was almost eerie. Tall, strange underwater plants swayed gracefully back and forth. Small, colorful fish darted around them. Huge, underwater flowers took her breath away.
The dull light slowly faded. The darkness under the water was scary now that she couldn’t see anything, but his arms crept around her, pulled her tightly against his side, and she felt safe. Just as she’d always felt safe in his arms, in his presence.
Strange sounds entered her ears—the sounds of an underwater world. Gurgling, bubbling, other noises she couldn’t identify. A bright light suddenly lit up the world around her, blinding her. Automatically, she covered her eyes for a moment with her arm. Then as she lowered her arm and could see better, they were bathed in a ring of very bright light. About twenty feet away, she saw a craft, about fifty feet in length. It almost resembled a dolphin, but looking at the propellers, the bubbles they generated, the small windows dotted along its graceful lines, the large windows on the nose, she knew it was some kind of underwater ship.
“Not an underwater ship exactly,” Andy told her. “It’s a space craft.”
“A spaceship?” her words sounded strange, bubbly, as if she had a mouth full of water. Then again, she did.
“Yes. It’s the Zoriac, my brother’s ship.”
“You never told me you had a brother.” Fascinated by the bubbles coming from her nose and mouth, she waved her hand through them. Tepid water trickled through her fingers as she moved her hand. She held it up, gazed at it for a moment. It was her hand and it looked normal. Except for the fact that she was breathing under water, her strange surroundings, she felt completely like herself.
“There were a lot of things I couldn’t tell you, not until the time was right,” Andy said. He pulled her tighter against his body, his hand grasping her waist, and pulled her along toward the ship. Urging her to swim with him, they dove beneath the craft to a round opening. He pulled her upward, into the opening.
She heard a sound beneath her. Glancing down, she saw a round disc closing off the entrance. They were in darkness. Still, she didn’t feel afraid, not as long as she was within the safety of his arms, his lean, hard body so very close to her own, so close, she could feel his cock against her belly, her breasts pressing hard against his chest.
The water disappeared, the soles of her feet touched metal. Slowly, a hatch opened above them, lighting up the interior. Breathing in normal air now, Janna blinked for a moment, the suddenness of going from feeling weightless to normal, quite a contrast.
“Up you go,” Andy said as a ladder descended.
Janna saw figures up above her. Ordinary people. Humans, just like her and Andy. Humans? Andy wasn’t human. He was a spirit, or some creature from space. But they looked human. And…they were dressed in tight, figure hugging spandex suits that left little to the imagination. Andy’s brother was as handsome as he, although darker of hair and he had green eyes. One sister was blonde, the other sister was also dark. Mortified at her nakedness as she climbed out of the hatch and stood on a solid, metal floor, she tried to cover her breasts and private area with her arm and hand.
Andy joined her quite fast and pulled her against him. “Don’t worry, my sweet. We’re not bashful here.”
“But I am in front of strangers!”
“Janna, meet my brother, my two sisters, and the captain.”
“And they have names?”
“Yes, they do. The tall woman is Zanipa, my other sister is called Kaliwa, and my brother’s name is Jogopar.”
Jogopar and his sisters smiled. “Welcome,” he said. “Andy has told us much about you.”
“My stars, I’ll never remember those names. So, are you all from another planet then? I’m not dead?”
“All in good time. Let us go and shower, get dressed, and have something to eat, and then I’ll tell you everything,” Andy said, leading her along a narrow passage.
When they entered his cabin, she gasped. It looked much like a room belonging in an Arabian harem. Colorful, satin pillows were strewn all over the floor. In the corner was a large bed, but floor level. It, too, was covered in satin sheets and bedding, all a vivid blue. Decorative drapes hung from the walls and tons of pictures of undersea life. One picture was of a large city, a city that could have stood on Earth in ancient times. Janna paused in front of it and studied it. She looked at Andy questioningly.
“Atlantis.”
“Atlantis is a myth. A fable, a tale told on and on through the centuries. No one has ever found real proof of its existence.”
“The tales are true, although distorted over the years. Now that we’re alone, come here. I want to hold you, love you. My darling, I’ve missed you so much. More than you can imagine.” He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed.
“I thought we were going to shower first,” she whispered against his neck as he lowered her and leaned over her.
“After. First, I want to love you,” he whispered against her lips.
When she felt his lips claim hers, his tongue dancing a slow dance inside her mouth, exploring, feeling, probing, twirling around her own tongue, Janna thought she’d really died and gone to heaven. It was still all too hard to take in, but she was going to enjoy every moment of it while it lasted.
He rained kisses on her face, nibbled on the lobe of her ear, then teasingly slow, his lips descended to her breast. She gasped loudly as he took a nipple between his lips and began to suck. His fingers stole down to her throbbing clit, tweaked it between forefinger and thumb, then rubbed it slowly in circular movements until she spread her legs wide and arched her hips. Her fingers wound in his long blond locks as he suckled and massaged her breasts. Oh, how she had missed his love, how she had missed him, and not only for the heavenly sex they had. They’d been so perfect for each other, so well-matched, as some of her friends and her family told her.
Andy’s face stole down to her belly, his tongue lapping her skin, pausing at her belly button. He circled it for a few moments with his tongue, before he traveled down to her woman’s parts. She felt her juices flow, trickle down her crack. He lapped at them, his tongue raking her from front to back and to her clit again. Pausing for a moment to look at her, she met his hot gaze, his eyes a deep dark blue, matching the ocean’s depths. Then, he licked her aching clit, around and around. His finger sought her entrance. In one thrust, he put one finger inside her waiting vagina. In and out, slowly, then faster. His lips fastened on her clit and began to suck. She bucked against his face, pushed hard. Oh, she needed more, she wanted him—all of him.
His appetite was as fierce as her own hunger for him, but he took it slowly. Janna sensed that he wanted to prolong this moment, to bring it to the fullest. Her arousal was so great, she could hardly breathe. Hell, breathing under water had been easier. Her heart thundered, her skin felt searing hot.
If their sex had been fantastic in the past, it couldn’t surpass what she was experiencing now. Another finger entered her, and another. She guessed he now had three fingers inside her. His lips continued to torment her clit, while his other hand parted her buttocks and his fingers circled her rear entrance. Her juices flowed in abundance, and
she felt him slick his finger with them before entering her there. For a moment she stiffened. That part of her had never been invaded. But then, as her muscle relaxed and he gained full entry, the sensation was delicious. Both his fingers inside her pussy, and his other finger, moved simultaneously. He nibbled at her clit, causing her to yelp.
Then she begged. “Andy, my gods, take me. I want you,” she uttered between gasps. He didn’t answer her, but continued his torture of her, increasing her wanton desire all the time, until she thought she’d burst.
Suddenly, he crawled from between her legs and turning his back to her, knelt over her. His lips only left her clit for one second. His massive cock was near her face. She let out a deep sigh as she looked at it. Its mauvish head gazed at her, the lone eye dripping with pre-cum. Softly, she stroked the velvet skin, each throbbing vein, before she licked the pre-cum off the head. Her tongue entered the hole and flicked back and forth while she slowly stroked the skin up and down.
His tongue entered her pussy, deep, deeper, flicked back and forth, while his lips sucked hard, drinking her juices. His fingers teased her clit, moved back and forth within her rear entrance. She sucked gently, very gently. She didn’t want him to come in her mouth, she wanted him inside her, to be in his arms. Finally, when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he climbed off her and lay atop her.
Taking her in his arms, his cock found her entrance without guidance. Gazing into her eyes, drawing from the love her soul sent to him, he thrust hard, very hard, and slammed into her. Holding perfectly still for a moment, he continued to gaze into her eyes. “My darling, will you marry me?” he asked.
“I’ve already said yes once, before you disappeared,” she whispered.
“I’m asking you again. Will you marry me?”
“Yes, oh yes.” Her voice broke and tears welled in her eyes. He kissed each tear away, licked them off her eyelashes, then as his lips claimed hers and his tongue explored, he started to move within her.
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