Message-ID: <7477eli$9801181717@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: smokezone@juno.com (brian buechele) Subject: story submtion for alt.sex.moderated Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Juno-Line-Breaks: 0,4-6,8-17,46,68,85,107,134,144,156 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980118.115332.3902.1.smokezone@juno.com> NOTICE: If you are not of legal viewing age 18-21yrs. old depending on your state, or if you object to reading or viewing items regarding any form of voyeurism, then do not stay and read this. Consider yourself notified, I'm not responsible for what you read or view. If you would like to comment, or give suggestions on my writings, please e-mail me. Whisper Island (Part One) The sun had just fallen behind the silvery shadows of the clouds. Jan Maloy had drifted off to sleep with a sweet fragrance filling her senses while she lay stretched out on a smooth beaten rock. The rocks were surrounded by 120ft. tall pine trees in a secluded spot on Whisper Island. Jan was a loner on a dream vacation. Brunette, slender, 5'8" tall, Hazel eyes that sparkled like diamonds, and a figure that could stop a speeding bus. The rain had ended the night before, enough to leave the rocks slick. Jan lay there in a white sundress with her left leg bent upward. Without having dressed completely before heading out this morning she was sans panties and bra, The top of her sundress was unbuttoned almost to her waist, exposing smooth silky cleavage to the warm afternoon air. A cool misty rain had started up and awoken Jan. When she got her bearings straight she walked down to the white sands of the clear blue ocean, Her hair, not being tied back in a ponytail, was showing signs of wetness. The rainwater slowly dripped off the ends and trickled down the center of her breasts. Her sundress, being featherweight was gathering the look of being painted on. Her nipples were protruding and showing through the fabric. She had been walking on the beach for 20 minutes when she spotted a figure farther down the beach. Walking up towards the treeline, out of sight, she moved with the gracefullness of a cat on the prowl. When she got close enough to see, she crouched down low in the sand weeds. Watching. Watching and waiting. The figure just sat there as if to water itself with the rain. Squinting a little bit, Jan hoped to see clearer and determine if the form was a man or a woman. It moved and got up. Shoulder length hair, the color of a walnut, the physique of a herculian. The shadow it cast could have covered the width of a car, but what caught her eye was the two piece loincloth. This loincloth left nothing to the imagination, the well- defined gluteus muscles and perfect outline of his manhood. He started walking down the beach and up towards the treeline, far enough away that Jan didn't think she was spotted. Jan started following him but stayed hidden in the treeline. Leaves were sticking to her rain slickened skin as if making another layer of skin. With each step Jan took her feet gave way to the soft sand, dodging the homes of the sand crabs that were in a deep slumber until the sun went down. She watched where she placed her feet so not to step on twigs or small branches, fearing the cracking noise would reverberate enough to be heard by him. After 10 minutes of trailing him she caught a sight that jarred her. She rubbed the salt air from her eyes to obtain a more focused look. The man had pulled down his loincloth, exposing himself while pissing on a bush. She didn't mind the watersport activity, what did shock her was the size of his penis, it more than measured up to the size of his physical being. Jan became flushed and started feeling warm as perspiration started trickling down her arm. He finished his business, rebundled himself and continued on his way. While unnoticed, Jan continued to follow, know filled with a sense of giddiness. She started thinking of her past lovers and one night stands. Realizing she has had only a small percentage of men compared to what she could have had. All the offers she received, all the offers that she refused. Only this one man, this one model of perfection, showed her that she aint seen nothin yet. The trees and bushes were getting thicker. Fallen trees were obscuring her path, and she was tripping while climbing over the aged, weather beaten barks of these old broken down trees. The bark was leaving a trail as poor footing scraped it off with each step. Spanish moss was overgrown on the trees making a sort of webbing to walk through. Moss growing on the side of trees told Jan which direction she was going. The water puddles made by the rain attracted birds of all kinds. They effortlessly bathed themselves, cleaning off the salty and sandy air that clung to their feathers. A cool air surrounded Jan, and with her wet clothes or lack of, was starting to shiver. Wishing that she could be out on the beach where at least the cloud hidden sun would warm her up a bit, even if the sprinkling rain was staying consistant, but she knew she had to keep following. Up ahead she could see the overgrowth of trees starting to thin out. A sound of rushing water. The air started to smell fresher, more pure, not the smell of wet tree bark or leaves. Jan picked up her pace, but still making sure that the branches were not crumbling under her feet, giving her away. The clearing proved to be much cleaner and virginal. The beauty being absorbed as she stood at the top, looking down and around. The reds, purples, whites, and yellows of various flowers captured her breath as she stood in awe. The rushing water was the fall on the opposite side from where she stood motionless. Falling water, a tranquilizing white noise that held her attention for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was only a few minutes. The drop from where Jan stood, to where the waterfall came plumeting down looked about 175 ft. Farther if you looked through the clear pale blue water. Dark masses were apparently representing rocks, some with algae, some with other forms of aquatic plant life. There didn't appear to be any fish visible, although she did hear something. Jan started climbing down to the bottom, staying on a man-made trail of trampled ivy. Using tree branches as handrails to steady herself while descending, she stopped half way down. It was him, starting towards the water. She squatted down out of sight while he prepared to enter the clear coolness. The herculian stretched from side to side, showing off his oblique muscles, doing squats so that his quadricep muscles formed perfect teardrop shapes, and of course the hamstring stretch. His hamstring muscles trailed up to a flawless, hard ass. She watched as he undid his next to nothing loincloth. Once untied, Jan watched it fall to the ground, like herself because she got light headed. This herculian, used both hands, running them over every inch of skin as to smooth himself out. Jan slid her left hand inside the top of her dress to the breast that responded to his nakedness first. Caressing herself, pinching her aching nipple, she watched him dive into the water, barely making a splash. He surfaced and began doing the backstroke, his penis rolling from side to side. Turning onto his stomach, he did the breaststroke to the base of the waterfall, his ass in and out of the water with every stroke he did. Jan licked her thumb and index finger and rolled her nipple between them, in attempt to cool it off. This only made matters worse as the saliva created a great heat. While Jan rubbed and tweaked herself, he exited the water behind the fall. The downpouring water seemed to part ways when he stood beneath it. His body now being coated by fresh clean water, becoming slick in appearance as Jan's nipple was in reality. He grabbed a large plant leaf and worked it over his body, starting with his arms, trying to clean himself. He washed his chest, flexing his pectorals as the leaf passed over his nipples. Abs are a wonderful thing she thought to herself as he massaged the deep separations, giving him a six pack look. He started working his way down his body, the only other place she would think about him washing, was his masterpiece. Without the leaf to scrub, he started to rub. Rub back and forth. Fondling with his other hand. Now, as he stood there hard as the rocks that created the waterfall, Jan noticed something. He was staring directly at her as if she was out in the open. She hadn't realized that during her private viewing she had lifted her sundress up to her waist, and was spread eagle in a sitting position. Her pussy was glistening as if a spotlight was directed on it, looking for survivors. Her right hand had been bringing her to the brink of climax. He stood there under the waterfall stroking gently at first and gradually adding speed and abuse to himself. Watching as he stroked and became tense, Jan found herself rubbing more frantically, almost passing out from the ecstacy of watching and being watched. The herculian stood out of the falls, tilting his head backwards, every muscle in his body started to spasm. She knew he was going to explode. Jan hit the peak of her performance, trying to keep her eyes open during her orgasm so she would not miss his, but he stepped back into the falls and out of sight. Only a shadow remained of where he was standing. Jan waited him out, with breathless effort, but he did not resurface. Jan continued her way down the declining grade, leaving her clothes where they lay. She reached the water and stared in. She could see the bottom, only 15ft. away. Fish were present as they were not when she looked in from the top. She could distinguish the blues, reds, yellows, spotted, and striped ones. Harmless, she waded in until she became neck deep, then flipped onto her back. Breasts exposed to the drizzling rain with nipples straight up gave her a sense of serenity. Being bare in the clear water made her feel cleansed. Jan fluttered around with the fish ending up in a bubbling hot spring. Rocks had formed around the spring as if they were meant to be pillows. She laid her head against one of them and relaxed. Being able to firmly touch the bottom, Jan relaxed even more, eventually drifting off into a peaceful sleep. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |