testing the water

After what happened, I needed her touch.
I reached out and laid my hand on her thigh, seeking comfort and assurance. Smiling I hand her a fruit. Strawberry in color, but tasting more like honey and wine.
 
"realx my dear, let the memory dissapear from your mind." I eat the fruit with one hand tongue sliding over it before I devour it. My other hand gently caressing your cheek.
 
And it did, slipped to the back and whispered away.
Her smile and touch all the assurance I needed. I had not been rejected, he had been flawed.
I slipped closer to her, wanting her presence. Watching her eat. Forgetting, in my adoration, to bite into the berry she had handed me.
Just the act of her eating was a form of arousal.
 
"not hungry my pet?" I murmur softly, smiling my own arousal increasing from merely eating watching her eyes. wondering if she's contemplating the feel of my lips
 
I blushed, for she had caught me watching her again. I could not help it. Her beauty and tenderness always drawing my eye. Every move full of erotic grace. I quickly snatched up a berry and bit in, letting the juices drip down my chin and to my belly. Wiping it slowly clean and licking the tips of my fingers. Hoping she was watching, and suddenly nervous that she was. Even after all we had done, and been to each other, I felt awkward sometimes. Like it was the first time, all over again.
 
"you must eat to keep up your lush figure," I say with a soft wink eyes roaming over your body mind casting back to the first day you were here.
 
I ate the berries slowly, savouring their freshness, her presence the sun. It felt good to stretch out here, knowing I couldn't burn in the heat. My skin already a golden amber.
I smiled at her. Then laughed. She had a small drop of cream on her nose.
Leaning over I licked it off.
 
"that's much better pet. Now why don't you feed your tree, it looks hungry." I move towards my tree the branches reaching down to caress my skin as I'm lifting onto a branch the fleshy rod sliding comfortably between my legs.
 
OOC.. I'm 5'9" 180, blue/green eyes, and dark brown hair.. an assassin for hire...

IC "Why the fuck do I always get the shitty assignments?" I am asking myself for the millionth time tonight, or so it seems. "Sitting here in the middle of the goddamned desert, waiting to kill a fucking ragheaded sumbitch, because he's got American's held hostage. It's gotta be two million degrees out here..." As I utter that last sentence I am instantly transported to a lush garden world, the bright greens, reds, and oranges a sharp contrast to the dull brown of the deserts of Iran. Looking around rather stunned, I notice my rifle is missing along with my clothes. "Hmmm... this interesting." I lean against a tree for a moment then jump as I realized it's shaped like the biggest cock I've ever seen. "WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!! Where in God's name am I?"
 
I had followed her advice, and wandered off to my liitle darling. I knelt beside it, almsost cooing. I felt connected, felt it calling out to me. And I felt its happiness and joy at my touch. I stroked and petted it, removing small twigs and things from around it. It's need for me reaching me. I squatted and peed, not directly hitting it, but rotating my hips around it, to drench the soil with my stream. I heard its delight. It was so unreal, this feeling it sent me. It wanted more, wanted my cream. It leaves wanted me to use it as a lotion on them, to help them grow strong. I turned and lay next to it and saw the man suddenly appear. I sat up, "Violet!" She turned and saw him too.
 
Attempting to regain my composure, I take a more in depth look at my surroundings. The plants here all shaped like parts of the human anatomy, it was all very real and somehow like something from a wild wet dream. Standing there my cock, hanging limply down, I hear a woman's voice. "Violet."

Apparently not the only inhabitants of this strange new world I turn toward the voice that called out moments before. A woman, of dynamic proportions, perfect in everyway. Long green hair flowing down her back, skin an amber tone. But if she was calling for someone else, she mustn't be alone either. I walk over to the woman, a soft smile on my lips and in a voice that hides my profession I ask. "Excuse me." She doesn't cover her nakedness, she isn't ashamed. Not that she has anything to be ashamed of. "Can you tell me where I am, how I got here?" Now, I lower myself to the ground, sitting crosslegged, waiting for her reply. I slowly look over her body, up and down, admiring her curves, and otherworldly beauty, and breathe in the scent of this lush gaden.
 
"Hello. Welcome." I hold out my hand to him, palm upwards.
In a daze I had watched him walk towards me. Violet stood silent and half hidden nearby.
 
I saw him appear with an uneasy air about him. His body spoke of training and work. I heard Amber's call and slide silently down my tree watching, smiling eating a lusious fruit. I wink at her telling her to introduce herself and get him something to eat. My lips form a soft grin as I know what food here does. I glance down eyeing my hard nipples watching Amber as I roll them between my thumb and fingers
 
Smiling now at the beauty before me, arm outstretched, palm upward, I extend my hand. "Thank you," I say a little uneasily, still not sure if this real, or a dream my mind conjured up due to the loneliness of being a hired killer. Relationships are something I've not been involved with since high school, mostly because women can't deal with what I do for the government. My thoughts now back on her, she is probably the most fantastic looking woman I've ever seen. Her body perky and firm in all the right places. "Is this real? Can I touch you?" No one alive is as alluring as this beauty before me.
 
"Mmmmm... touch me?. PLease yes." I begged him silently. Then aloud,
"Yes I am real. I am Amber, and she is our Goddess... Violetta." Drawing out her name, as I did in my mind. He spun, half crouching. His hand at his waist, as if reaching for something.
 
"Goddes? Violetta?" Spinning around I instictively grab for my hip, but alas, my trusty Taurus 9 mmm is not there. "Where? Who are you talking about?" Turning back around, I reach out and touch her arm, alot more gently then I'd have thought possible. "You are real." Sliding a fingertip up her arm, to her shoulder, along her neck letting it linger on her lips. "You... you're so beautiful. And who is the Violet person you keep talking so much about." Embarrassingly I feel my cock starting to get rigid, and move to hide it. "I.. I... I'm sorry... you must think I'm very rude now."
 
I shivered as his finger slowly stroked my skin. Before he lifted it away I almost kissed it.
Then I realized why he had reacted as he had. He was a fighter. I remembered those from, well, somewhere. My past life having been slipping away.
I took his hand back, holding it softly. Letting the tips of my fingers stroke along its back.
"Violet is right there." Motioning her forward. His eyes bulged, and he tried to spring up. But I kept his hand in mine, tightly, and he couldn't. She sank down next to us, smiling her welcome. His eyes captivated by her. I knew the feeling, oh so well.
 
If Amber was beautiful, there was no way to describe Violet. As I sat there now captivated by the beautry of both of these women, I remember my manners and stutter. "My... I.. My name is Swordsma... I mean Michael, my name is Michael." Swordsman, is that what I've been relegaetd to? How long has it been since some one has actually called me Michael? Too long. Turning back to Amber, "I can see why she would be a Goddess. Does this make you an Angel?" Again I reach my finger gingerly across her silky soft skin, and across her lips, down her throat, running it down over a breast teasing her nipple. No longer attempting to hide my erection, I lean into her and kiss her passionately, using my other hand to now trail up Violets leg.
 
Michael.... I whisper it out loud.
"Michael......" Letting the touch of his hand draw me to him. Our mouths somehow meet. Our tongues entwine. I moan into him. His strong masculine touch and scent.
Opening my eyes, I see his soul in his. His anguish, his loneliness. His fear of rejection.
Not here. I moan again as his hand cups my breast.
 
As the kiss lingers, I feel her welcomeness. Whatever this place is, rejection is obviously not part of the daily regimen. No hang ups about my profession, if they even know. Back to the matter at hand. Now using both hands to explore Amber's exquisite body, one hand cupping her breast, the other exploring her soft moist pussy between her legs, sliding a finger along her wet swollen lips, before slipping it inside of her. A soft gasp of anticipation escapes her lips, as I firm my hold on her breast, teasing the nipple with my thumb. Slowly I fuck one finger in and out of her pussy, reaching for one of her hands and placing it on my cock. I break away from the kiss and nibble and bite gently on her neck.
 
I smile at him watching his fingers trail over amber's sweet body enjoying the view.
 
Fully aware now that I have an audience of sorts, I continue my exploration of Ambers upper body, while fingering her pussy. Faster I am working two fingers in and out of her, as I lean in for a long passionate kiss. Her moans fill my mouth, with every thrust of my fingers, slowly I lay her on her back..
 
I lay back, but whispered.
"Slow down lover. There is no rush. Enjoy whatever you will of me."
 
Yes Michael slow down, she's not gonna make you leave just yet, or tell you no. Thus far she's done nothing to make you need to hurry up. Removing my fingers, I return to just taking my time, exploring the curves, and smoothness of her body. Enjoying her scent now, her feminine beauty. Running my fingers through her hair and whispering in her ear. "I'm sorry... you're just so beautiful," a soft smile.
 
I take his hand and slowly lick and suck on the wet fingers. His moan telling me, yes. He eyes stayed glued to mine as I sucked each one into my mouth, then nibbled my way to the next.
"Hungry dear?" The look and tone implying more then fruit.
 
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