PATRICK DONOVAN REPOST: "Tidal Passion" (MF, oral, romance, locale)
Patrick Donovan
"Tidal Passion"
by Patrick Donovan
© 1993 - Black Angora Press
Celestial Reviews Rating: 10,10,10
Top 100 Stories of 1996: #82
for K.
"Florida!?" Tandra cried.
"Yes, Florida. Sanibel Island, just off Ft. Myers. A friend of my
family owns a house down there that we can rent dirt cheap."
She looked at me as though I had just proposed marriage. "Patrick,
that's a long ways away. I don't think spending a week with you in
Florida is such a good idea."
"Tandra Sue Danforth," I admonished her, "you are 21 years old. You are
quite capable of acting like an adult. As am I. Think of it as a chance
to get away from this freezing hell-hole and spending a week in the
sun...and I just happen to be there."
She sighed. "It is damn cold up here, isn't it?"
"Freezing."
"All right. But you'd better behave like a gentleman."
"Don't I always?"
She smirked and gave me a swift poke in the ribs.
Tandra drove down to meet me on Thursday. I slept on the couch, she in
the bed. She got up at 6 am, just in time to find breakfast ready for
her on the nightstand. By the time I got out of the shower, she was
taking hers. When she got out, all our luggage was loaded and we did a
quick sweep of the apartment before locking up, then dropped the spare
keys off at the Stewart's next door.
It was a long drive, but we had it planned all the way. We stopped in
Macon, Georgia for the night. The room was small, but cheap. We tossed a
coin over the bed and she lost. I felt guilty, but she insisted on
taking the floor. When she came out of the bathroom, though, she was
surprised to see me sleeping on the floor. In the morning, I was equally
surprised to wake up with her next to me. Some people have a strange
sense of honor.
We reached Ft. Myers late in the day on Saturday. It took a while to
get out to the island, as the causeway drawbridge was up. But we finally
made it, passing by all the landmarks, which I pointed out. We finally
reached the one story house at Pelican Cove. As promised, the keys were
hidden in the garden and I escorted her in. It took us a while to unpack
and choose our rooms, but we managed to agree. In spite of the
opportunities to go out, we decided we were tired and ordered a pizza
instead. We watched some movie on HBO while we munched, then decided to
turn in. Deep down inside I was aching to feel Tandra against me in the
bed, but a promise was a promise.
The next morning I awoke to a wonderful smell. Tandra had either
prepared a very scrumptious breakfast or she sneaked out earlier and
bought it, then dumped the packages as evidence. Either way I was happy
and the meal was delicious. We cleaned up afterwards and took a short
walk down to the beach. We sat out in the deck chairs and planned out
some of the week's activities. We decided to explore the shops in
Periwinkle Place that day, then hit the Thai restaurant for dinner. The
day was wonderful, as we found all sorts of things that we liked. In
particular, Tandra liked this wonderful sea shell-flower sculpture at
the Sand Piper, though it was a bit pricey. She seemed to be having a
great time as we explored the island and I was glad. After we polished
off some Gai Tom Kah and Red Curry Chicken at the Bangkok Inn, we
returned to the house.
"Be right back," she said, then disappeared into her room.
"What are you up to now?" I asked.
There was a pause and her door opened a little way, barely revealing
the fact that she wasn't wearing anything. I blushed.
"I wanna go for a moonlight walk on the beach."
Oh. Well...
"OK. Sounds good. Anything else on the tour, ma'am?"
She smirked and threw a sock at me, then closed the door. When she came
out...
...I was wearing my shorts and T-shirt, as I had for our morning walk.
Tandra stepped out wearing a phenomenally beautiful one-piece bathing
suit, which accented her every curve and bulge. I swallowed hard to keep
my eyes from popping out of my head. She smiled, knowing she had hooked
me, but what she wasn't prepared for was the neatly-wrapped present on
the table behind me, which she saw after I stepped away from it. There
was a card on the ribbon:
"To Tandra, for being my friend and helping to save my life...Love,
Patrick."
Tandra stammered out something about how I shouldn't have done anything
like that, but I guided her hand toward the bow. She smiled at me,
realizing there was no point in arguing with me, and started to open the
package. The ordinary cardboard box underneath told her nothing about
the contents of the present. She had to open it further. I watched in
anticipation, hoping she would be pleased. Her eyes widened in
excitement as she pulled out the packing paper and realized that it was
the sea shell-flower sculpture from the Sand Piper that she had liked so
much. I could see that she was upset with me for buying it, but that she
was glad to have such a sweet gift, especially one that she had wanted
so much.
"Oh, why did you do that?" she said, with a smile.
"Because I wanted to. Because you are special to me."
"And you're special to me, don't ever forget that," she responded and
put her arms around me in a tight hug. I held her for a long time -- it
seemed like all night -- but then she ended the embrace by giving me a
soft kiss.
"Let's hit the beach, Pat."
We left the house via the screened-in porch and walked down the sandy
path to the beach. The sound of the waves and the smell of the salt air
greeted us as we looked out over the expanse of the Gulf, as it
disappeared into the dusky horizon. Tandra took my hand and we walked
north along the sandy shore, small birds running here and there to get
out of our way. Conversation was minimal for the next half-hour. The sun
was gone, replaced by a waxy moon, the light of which cast the
appearance of an oil painting across the sea. It was perfect. We stopped
to look at it.
"It's so perfect, isn't it?" she asked.
"It is, with you here," I whispered back.
Tandra turned and embraced me. I felt her arms as they clasped me
warmly to her body. Her head rested on my chest and I snuggle her hair.
The salt air, mixed with her pleasant scent, began to stir warm feelings
in me. Was she really letting me hold her this long, touch her like
this, because she had stronger feelings than she let on before? I took a
chance and softly stroked her cheek, turning her head upward toward me.
Her mouth opened a little and our lips gently touched -- no, I wasn't
imaging things: Tandra wanted more from me. I felt her warmth flowing
over me as we made the kiss deeper. Her tongue gently pushed into my
mouth and my knees began to buckle. I fell into the wet sand, just as a
wave crashed to the shore, covering us both with spray. She pinned me to
the ground, half-riding me, and we kissed passionately once more.
Sensual electricity flowed through me as her kisses ignited my passion.
My hands explored her back, sliding down toward her behind, then coming
back up to wrap around her head and ruffle her hair. Finally, the
assault of kisses broke off.
"Oh, Tandra!" I gasped, needing air, but almost willing to suffocate
than break the passion of Tandra's kiss.
She sat upright, straddling me in a blatantly suggestive and arousing
position. It was quite obvious to her that I was aroused, as she could
feel how firm I was through my shorts and her swimsuit. Her hands
stroked my chest, tugging at my T-shirt.
"This is in the way, Patrick," she said, softly.
"I know...so is this," I responded, tugging at the straps of her
swimsuit.
She worked my shirt up, slipping it off me and tossing it into the
sand. I slid her straps down as she pulled her arms up. Soon they were
free and her swimsuit fell easily past her breasts and to her waist. I
breathed deeply at the sight of her beautiful chest. Even though it was
night, I could still sense her face flush as she realized that I was
seeing her this way. But my only response was admiration for the beauty
which she was given by nature: her firm, round breasts, each with a
tight little nipple, firmly erect and awaiting my attentions. Her skin
glistened just a little bit from the misty salty air that was forming
around us from the crashing waves. I pulled her chest down to mine,
feeling the softness of her flesh against my skin, as well as the
firmness of her aroused nipples. Our mouths locked in a passionate kiss
and another wave crashed near us, closer than before...the tide was
coming in.
Not long afterwards we began removing each other's clothing. I was very
embarrassed for her to see me as she removed my trunks, but she didn't
seem at all dissatisfied with my size. As she began to stroke my
erection, I pulled on her swimsuit, sliding it gently past her behind
and her knees, then off her feet and tossed it over somewhere by the
rest of our clothes. We were each facing the other's sex. She looked
longingly at my penis, stroking my balls and placing angel kisses all
around the base of it. I gently nudged her legs apart, allowing myself
better access to her mound of dark hair. I began to nuzzle her between
her legs, which parted even more. Her labia slowly opened to reveal her
soft, pink slit. I gently slipped my tongue down into her, sliding it in
slowly and sensually. She gasped softly, then started to take the head
of my erection into her own mouth. I moaned into her, which caused her
to moan, which began a circle of intense pleasure for both of us.
As Tandra sucked me, her fingers grasped my balls and rubbed them. Her
other hand began to stroke my behind, brushing the cleft. I did the same
to her, clutching her buttocks with both hands and kneading her bottom.
I pulled her cheeks apart, gently running my fingers between them. At
the same time I was pushing my tongue as far into her mound as it would
go. My finger found the opening of her anus and, using the lubricant
from her vagina, I began to slide it inside. Once my finger was inside,
I pulled my other hand back to caress her clitoris. Her moans got louder
and her hips began to buck. Her mouth assaulted my penis with such
intensity that I couldn't imagine going on much further. She sucked me
hard and used her hand to stroke me back and forth quickly. Her fingers
caressed my balls, then she felt my bag tense in her hand and my
erection grow in her mouth. I started to buck.
"Oh, Tandra!" I cried into her mound. "Oh God!"
Tandra felt me beginning to pulse. Her mouth slipped off my penis and
she stroked it wildly back and forth. She watched as semen jetted out
toward her breasts, leaving two or three streaks of white across her
bosoms and several more on her arm and in the sand. I continue to gasp
her name, but I was still trying to give her pleasure. Now it was time
for Tandra to come, her hips thrashing and her behind thrusting up into
the air. I could feel her orgasm inside her anus as her muscles lost
control.
"Oh, Patrick! Oh yes! Uhhhhhhn. Oh!" she cried.
She came in my mouth, lubricant spilling out all over her mound, my
face and her thighs. I held her body tight until every last pulse of her
orgasm had passed. Then her body collapsed in the wet sand, next to
mine.
I'm not sure how much time passed as we lay there together. The moon
seemed to have moved a little, but the water had moved up a lot. The
tide was coming in...
I heard Tandra stir next to me. Her hand was trying to coax me to sit
up, which I happily did. I looked at her laying there, still glowing
from the pleasure of her orgasm. The water had rushed over her a few
times and her body seemed refreshed. Her breasts glowed and the hair of
her mound glistened with moisture. Her hand reached gently for my limp
penis, guiding it toward her body. She lay back in the sand opened her
legs to me. My penis began to grow rapidly as I moved between them, then
a wave rushed up around her body. She reached out for me, wrapping her
arms around me, then her legs. I felt the heat from her sex as the tip
of mine slipped down amongst her pubic hair. She raised her hips a
little and suddenly I slipped inside her. She must have been very
excited still, because I slipped into her effortlessly. Sensual warmth
flowed throughout my body, originating from our joining. I began to pump
my hips slowly back and forth, sliding my penis almost all the way out
of her, then slowly back in. We both watched this act for some time, as
my firm erection, wet from her moisture, slid back and forth inside her
silky-smooth vagina. I gently lay my chest against hers and the act of
lovemaking really began.
Tandra's body arched against my thrusts. She could feel the shaft of my
penis as it pried deeper and deeper into her body, pushing its way
toward her womb. She felt my balls as they slapped against her wet
behind. Her pleasure increased after she shifted her hips a little and
brought her clitoris closer to my pistoning erection. She began to
thrust back against me regularly, her muscles tightening with every pump
of my shaft.
Meanwhile, our mouths were filled with passion as our tongues explored
each other. Then I felt her mouth suckling my nipples so I, in turn,
suckled her luscious breasts. I kissed her neck, nibbled her ear,
ruffled her hair, kissed her nose, kissed her mouth, stroked her face
with my hands. In response to that, Tandra gave me angel kisses all over
my face and neck. Her arms locked around my back, holding me against her
during each and every thrust I made. Our bodies pounded together in a
natural, sexual rhythm. The moment was close at hand.
Tandra felt her head beginning to spin. Her behind, anus, and vagina
began to squeeze more tightly. Some kind of force began to lift her back
high up in the air, arching in a way she never thought possible. Warmth
flooded throughout her loins, pulsing in a soft rhythm, then throbbing,
then squeezing, then pounding, then exploding! Wave after wave of
pleasure burst amid her hips, thighs, and buttocks. Her vagina screamed
for release as it clasped my penis over and over again in its tight,
passionate embrace.
"Patrick! Oh God! Patrick! Yes, yes, yes! Oh God! Uhhhhnnnnn!!"
A wave crashed over us. The explosion of the wave coincided with the
most powerful pulses of her orgasm. Her mind spun out of control as she
climaxed over and over and over again...the tide was coming in.
Tandra's screams of passion filled my ears. The pulsing of her orgasm
and the pounding the surf finally drove me over the edge. I pushed all
the way into her. The head of my penis butted against her cervix and she
gasped. My hips and thighs pounded uncontrollably against her body.
"Ohhhh, Tandra. Oh God, Tandra! Yes! Oh, yes!"
I felt an incredible explosion of pleasure and light and force inside
my loins. The base of my pounding erection throbbed as I began to come.
The head of my penis swelled and the whole organ pulsed as semen began
to spurt out, gushing into her vagina and striking her cervix. I kept
thrusting and bucking as it spilled out of me and into Tandra's warm,
passionate body. It seemed like I was never going to stop, filling the
ocean of her passion with a river of my own.
"Oh, Tandra!" I cried. "Oh God, I love you!"
My mind began to blank as the last waves of my love spill into her.
Another real wave rose up and crashed over our joined bodies. The tide
had come in...
It was noon before I awoke. I was back in my bed at the Johanssen's
beach house, with no clear idea how I had gotten here. I was still a
little disoriented, but starting to sit up I realized that something was
in the bed with me. I turned around to see Tandra staring at me,
smiling. We were wrapped tightly in the covers, but she worked them down
to reveal the fact that we were both nude. She looked into my eyes and
said only a few words, words that still ring in my ears...
"Make love to me, Patrick." And I did.
For us, the tide will always be in...
END
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Patrick Donovan
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