The Island ( closed for Elrod and Mata_Hari)

[elrod]

OCC - This is a thread I wondered about before- seems a good scene for the meeting of strangers and possibilities to develop any direction. Maybe more players later.

His name is Rod Baxter. He lives alone in his island retreat. He had moved there 5 years ago to get away from memories and ties with the past. He is not a recluse, but likes his own space in the elegant hideaway he had built on the far end of the island. It had been a different life before he chose to turn his back on the fast lane.

Rod is now moving into his later years, tall with an easy smile and sparkle in his eye, still fit, lean with healthy island life - he fishes, runs his own boat, sometimes takes tourists for trips -shark fishing or diving, even walks up in the hills, although few chose the forests and magical glades and waterfalls. Most prefer the joys of tropical beach life - here somewhat remote off the shores of Australia.

In between he paints and writes stories. Not the type he would have told his mother had she been alive. Kinda adult in taste. Ok then - erotic, hard and steamy with a touch of finesse and yes sometimes raw with the excitement of human emotion and hot passion.


IC
The Bar Fantasia

It is Saturday night -quiet as the season of tourists has not started, not that crowds come- This island is a getaway place.

Rod had eaten on the beach – fried fish and salad from the fishermen’s bar, and was dropping into Bar Fantasia for a nightcap before an early night. He felt somewhat restless - in need of company - at times like this its true he missed a woman - her look, her smell, her smile and her mystery. Sitting in his usual corner overlooking the breakers feeling the heady warmth of exotic night air - he raised his glass. He was wondering about the plot for a story- his publisher had emailed suggesting something that could also develop into a film if the action was hot.

But he was stumped- he knew inspriation would come at some stage- he just hoped he'd not get too frustrated in the process.

And then she entered............

 

[Mata_Hari]

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[elrod]

welcom

The Bar Fantasia was quiet- it usually was. A bit run down – but with an easy style- the usual beachcomber artefacts hung in lazy decoration - old nets, bottle washed from the sea, sharks jaws and the flotsam and jetsam of what the tide had washed in. A bit like some of the habitués.

Rod always liked to sit near the open veranda over looking the distant lagoon. The slow pulss of the surf echoed through the palms and the evening air was heavy with exotic scent of the warm dusky tropical night. It was an evening of expectation - most were at Bar Fantasia he mused – sitting with our thoughts and wishes for something? But he liked it- no pretence- an easy atmosphere a person could keep to themselves.
He was dressed in what is loosely called island smart casual- clothes looked good on him – blue shirt – worn a bit – but well washed and comfortable- he looked easy in light chinos and sneakers. He was tanned- hands strong with a practical look – A simple man at rest with himself- well maybe so – that is what the surface seemed. He had left a successful career- a brilliant mind – a competitive even ruthless streak – he had earned a reputation for a man who knows what he likes and delivers. Round his eyes were the tell tale wrinkles of a mischief and friendliness – a dry sense of humour and the easy life of recent years made him seem comfortable with himself.

He noticed Larry the barman pouring a large scotch – Black Label – Humm not many locals drank that- it was a discerning drink – Most stuck to local beers and a drop of rum. And the tourists liked to get high on exotic mixes of questionable integrity.

He wondered who the drink was for- no one else he knew – and he knew most locals.
Larry headed for the darkened back of the bar- - strange- a secluded spot – somewhere a person would sit and watch- he was intrigued.

He tried to look without seeming to – and he caught a glimpse of blond hair- light catching jewellery – nothing flash – discrete and yes classy. She was in the shadows – but he could see an elegant curve of neck, parted lips and inevitably his eyes wandered over the suggestion of curves – damn he knew he would be attracted- how could he seem friendly without the look of a hungry wolf.

There were a few guys in the bar – and he knew some of them prided themselves in a fast move and a quick kill. She looked as if she was self possessed and yet few people came here at this time of year – and seldom a woman alone.

Rod realised there was nothing for it but cold turkey. No smooth clever entrée, not a clumsy pass. Picking up his beer – he headed for her corner - -hoping a smile seemed as he meant it – he stopped besides her table – Hi – I’m Rod – welcome to Fantasia – I hope I am not intruding – please tell me if you wish to be alone- but would you care for some harmless company and maybe an introduction to this quiet part of the world. He paused, smiled and said

You know over where I am sitting it’s a wonderful view of the beach and a night breeze, would you care to join me- or may I join you. Then he hesitated- but please= just say no thanks and I’ll leave you in peace.

 

[Mata_Hari]

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[elrod]

Dumstruck

He jolted. There was no other word for it. Electrifying – stunned – bloody embarrassed. The touch of her hand brought the whole raging storm to life.
Here he was in the middle of nowhere – relaxed and easy – and now she had walked into the bar – sailed in out of the blue and into his horizon. What was that line – of all the bars in all the world what’s a girl like you …….

It was her eyes, the moistness fullness of her lips, her flowing body and damn it- why did his gaze so obviously fall to that shadowed valley of her breasts. Here he was scruffy as usual – just off the boat after a day over the reef – and now stumbling to recover his composure – god- he even felt a swelling in his pants – or at least worried that he might be.

She looked a million miles from here- he wanted to be in a cab with her – going to a west end show- maybe dinner first at one of his old favourites – The Ivy – or that little bistro round the corner from Covent Garden where Marcel was king. Ah yes he thought – I would have been so proud of you then – and my girl – would you have enjoyed the good life too.

Now all he could do was reflect – take it easy – help her feel at home- just a drink and a smile is all she wishes – But again his mind disrupted- he remember reading that men have 7 fantasies a day – and 5 of them relate to specific people or situations.

Damn – here he was having all 7 in one hit!!!!!

They walked over to his table – he touched her elbow briefly steering her past the bar. Some of the letches tried to catch his eye. A few Aussie machos – names all seemd to end in y or ie – like Jimmie, Ronnie, Micky and yes even Randy. They had even tried to call him Roddie and even worse- he had put a stop to that – Rod he was – and that’ how he liked it- plain and simple.

He caught the drift of light perfume- exactly what a woman should be wearing. Not cloying – but tempting, not heavy – but lingering. He breathed her in - god he was thinking hard again. He must get a grip.

Easing down at the table he suggested another drink – or would you prefer something else? The white wine here is pretty good for a long thirst – or would you prefer beer?

And as she deliberated – he used the amazing line- so where are you from and what brings you here…………

 

[Mata_Hari]

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[elrod]

Shall we dance

He liked that laugh- It had a light girlish giggle, with undertones of a warm, responsive, throaty chuckle. The sound of someone who enjoyed the feel of life.

He imagined that warmth from deep inside, knowing and giving – the sound of a woman responding, even encouraging. Rod wanted to hear more. Wanted to see that open mouth and the way she leaned back exposing her throat and the creamy path to her breasts. Again he wondered if he flushed at his attraction. But heck it was natural - she was sensual, attractive and yes so alluring.

They began to ease into each other’s company. Eyes flickering and holding – still questioning but beginning to reflect their interest. The quiet murmur at the bar- soft music and a tropical night created an atmosphere of expectation. But it was easy- almost familiar.

Yep - I guess I’m a bit of an old washed up Bogart he grinned - I’ve even played piano in a bar – but seldom asked to play it again!

He looked rueful then laughed.

Rod began to chat – he felt comfortable telling Maria about little asides – gossip about the bar folk - how he spent his days painting and writing – or out on his boat – even night cruises. He was a good sailor. He suggested she might care to take a trip and a picnic to some of the secluded spots not accessible by land where the waters were creamy and warm, and the sand white and soft as flour.

He told of the long low house he had built on the point- just a short stroll along the beach. How the sunsets were amazing- and sunrise incredible. As he talked his face was animated – excited further by the sparkle in her eyes. And then his tone slowed – he apologised for talking too much - I guess it’s because I’ve not had a beautiful audience here before- and his eyes glinted mischievously again.

They chatted back and forth- he left it to Maria to talk of what she wished- to have an easy night out with no tension – For he was worried, that although he desperately wanted to know more of her- god and how he just wanted her – he was not going to frighten her away. He wanted her to tell him about herself- what she liked, where she came from - but she had not questioned him, and he was not going to pry.

But as they spoke- he felt their bodies seemed to lean closer- pauses were shared- small secret smiles and laughter, she was an easy fascinating companion. Then as he shiften in his chair his thigh pressed against her. He was conscious of the warm heat of her softness. She edged away slightly - but it was not a hasty move.

They had another round of drinks – he realised their glasses were almost touching, and as he went to lift his glass- his hand brushed hers. Was it coincidence that their eyes also met – with the flicker of recognition of something deeper.

They had both stopped talking for a moment, yet shared the silence. Wondering, waiting = possibly hoping. The music from inside beckoned-

Would you care to dance he smiled- its easy and slow- nothing too energetic. Say yess he prayed- please say yes!!!!!!

 

[Mata_Hari]

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[elrod]

He almost stammered as he asked her to dance- again it seemed such an obvious pass. Damn – should he have waited - just wished her goodnight and invited her out for a boat picnic to morrow - Leave her space, not hound her like a twenty year old. But he was a passionate man, impulsive even. He had always worn his heart on his sleeve, spoken his mind, too much so at times which was why he struggled to restrain himself now.

Maria captivated him, he didn’t know why and it worried him. There was a burning he had not felt for years - since…….. – he had steered clear of relationships since coming to the island. But she was no pick up tourist, two weeks or less of horney fun and goodbye. This was a mind and body thing. And there he’d been just rambling on about incidentals when in reality he wanted to find out more of her - was she single- married – available!!! Why this wave of need and desire- he didn’t understand. Usually he could be laid back, cool and just good company. Her eyes drew him in, he had traced every curve and line of her body he could see, he had breathed her in, his hands ached to hold her, for a moment he visualised his fingers trailing down her back, slowly caressing her, exploring how she felt – her silken skin, and he imagined her responding. Feeling her softness melting to him. He wanted to know her- he ‘wanted’ her. She was his fantasy come to life.

The owner of the bar Cara – had once told him why she named it so when she came there 20 years ago. She and Rod had enjoyed each other for a while - when he first arrived. Cara was a generous woman. She said she named the bar Fantasia hoping visitors would find something special they had not found elsewhere. Something they would remember Rod - and she laughed as he had admired and explored her generous delights. But that was over – Cara was a girl who liked to please all her customers.

So now here she was- Rod’s Fantasia – but so real and so much alive. He had forced himself not to respond to the heat of her thigh, but her hand had sent shivers up his arm. Romantically he would say to his heart - but he realised that in reality – the shivers, awakened his hunger, quickened his pulse, stirred his flesh. Lets dance sounded so gruff, he dared not say more – he just knew he had to hold her and let the fantasy begin. Then she accepted- did he detect a slight flush – he reached for her hand – small and delicate – yet somehow strong and sensual. And as she stood turning to him – she seemed to flow again into her dress- her breasts pressed forwards and the white of her shoulders, her lips parted in expectation and yes in offering. It was all that was needed to drive fire through him, his blood surged and he felt himself start to swell. God he could never make it to the dance floor with a hard on he panicked. And almost roughly – he seized her- pulling her to him trying to avoid his embarrassment. Hoping not to press so she would notice. And they began to move. Standing where they were outside on the terrace.

She felt so right in his arms- her body pressed in silent signal, they did not speak just slowly let the music and the moment take them away. He felt strong, protective and wrapped his arms round her- Her back curved in his palm and he felt the warm fullness of her breasts press against his chest. He did not resist his feelings now- he wanted to convey to her his need for her, his desire and yet his wish to only take her where she wanted to go. He trailed his fingers in circles round the small of her back. Little strokes, circles and caresses. He could feel the tantalising warmth of her body through her dress and the sway of her hips moving with his.

Then he slid his palm up to her shoulder and realised he was caressing the back of her neck. His fingers slowly sliding up into her hair. It felt silky, soft and flowing - he wanted to nuzzle in it –smell her drink her in, to feel her trail her hair over his body. He just wanted to feel everything, touch everything taste everything about her. And without realising - he pressed his hips against hers – belly to belly – pressing and signalling. She would be aware of his arousal now. But he didn’t care any more- He wanted her to know. Sooner or later he knew he would ask her home – but he dare not break the moment just now. Although the suspense was almost unbearable- they were drifting slowly and sensually together --- his body seethed, but he knew she would let him know when.

 

[Mata_Hari]

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[elrod]

Nearer

As they moved slowly – body pressed to body – the music from the bar ebbed away – their thoughts began to entwine - and the rhythm of their togetherness took over. He pulled her close, yet not to crush or overpower – but to feel more of her. As she swayed in his arms he felt the drag of her breasts across his chest, imagining the swelling of her nipples against his hands he slid a hand between them and cupped her fullness. Then the slow roll of her belly sent its own message of hunger and the waiting welcoming invitation of her thighs.

They were lost in a reverie of sensual awakening – each responded to the other – touching – feeling,, sensing. Mouths beginning to explore, breath sweet and shared – expectation now crying out – demanding to be realised. They had drifted deeper into the shadows of the palms, away from the bar- still locked - steps together – following a path they knew would end in a tumult of ecstasy. Rod bent lower and trailed his lips across her shoulder. Little nibbles of kisses, soft, cautious, tantalisingly drawing towards her mouth.

She turned her head slightly, lifting her face to the moonlight - he could hold back no longer- her heat and desire lifeted them both- they were ready - pthey did not know why - but they knew this inevitability was theirs to enjoy and not to resist.

Lips sought lips, mouths sought mouths – tongues sought tongues – a groan broke from his throat as they searched and devoured each other. There was no holding back - wide open now - they almost fought to kiss deeper, bodies writhed in tight erotic embrace, the barriers were down and they touched, searched and reached for each other in a frenzy of need. He felt her open more for him and he swelled signalling his willingness and readiness to serve her.

Breaking breathless - he whispered – urgency in his voice- yet a smile there too- lets go down to the lagoon, We will find shelter in one of the beach huts, there is even a bottle of wine in the fridge. We will at least be private – unless you want an audience. Come-

And holding her round the waist, kissing her again – lighter – and comforting- he held her firm and they moved through the palms towards the soft incessant pounding of the surf.

 

[Mata_Hari]

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[elrod]

Needing her

He steered her through the shadows of whispering palms, it was dark, secretive and exciting. They were aware of their heavy breathing – gasping, panting, pacing with each other - almost stumbling in their urgency – she clung to him, her heat urged him forwards, As they walked fingers traced and touched, not wanting to loose a moment of each others feeling. Once they stopped and kissed as if to reassure – feed their appetites more- to suckle and enjoy the taste and anticipation for each other- His tongue slid through her lips- brazen and bold- signalling his need and intention.

And then they broke free onto the beach – almost dazzled with the moonlight - its path glistening towards them across the lagoon. The surf creamy, curling and gently pounding its incessant beat. Wave after wave flowing up across the silken sand, and then withdrawing with a hissss- only to renew its surge again, and again, and again.

She stumbled in the sand- her heels catching- and he held her close- laughed softly and swept her up- its over here he whispered, She felt the strength and breadth of his chest and the strength of his arms as she rested and nuzzled on his chest. God not only was it impossibly arousing – it was swooning with romance too. He kissed her hard as he walked – kicked the door open and almost tumbled them onto the bed- they giggled as they fell knowing they had arrived - and yet their journey was just beginning.

The beach hut seemed dark inside, its windows wide open to the sea let the moonlight flood in, he touched a switch and a soft glow illuminated gently- We are alone here her said- no one comes this way.

He pressed he down and kissed deeply again his hands searching her breasts and tummy. Thickly he said lets get more comfortable, that dress is something I want to see you in again, and he gently tugged her to her feet.

She was aware of him standing there. His shirt was open now - she saw his tanned body, – his breathing steady, hard – he was relaxed and assuring, yet strong and demanding. One arm round her waist, the other had dropped to her hip and was slowly caressing her smoothness. They looked at each other – eyes burning now. Expectant- and yes wanting - needing – imploring the other to give and to take.

Their hands searched for each other, urgent- feverish - tugging, teasing, kissing= - one hand slide down - pressed over her mound squeezing and he whispered – how can I take off this dress- I want to feel you – I want to eat you. …..God I want to devour you……

 

[Mata_Hari]

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[elrod]

Feelings

The night had passed in a haze of erotic pleasure- No honeymoon this – both knew their appetites and responded excitedly, heatedly to each others hungers and caresses. The pounding surf filled the beach hut – they swept high on waves, dived deep into carnal pleasures - only to re-surface gasping- beached. – And then revived, to plunge and crave for each other once more. Rod and Maria were one. They asked no questions, responded to their nature and rolled endlessly out of their depth - yet touching, holding and supporting. Their time had come.

The sunrise eased through the window. Curtains gently drifted in the morning breeze- it was cooler- The surf seemed quieter- somehow sated and relaxed, all knowing – Tides turn and come again it seemed to whisper, hissing across the sands.

Rod lay looking at the voluptuous body beside him. She slept gently – curves of her body – traces of her hair- a soft breath, steady and easy. He smiled- He realised he had slept the sleep of a baby – it may have been just a few hours between wave after wave of lovemaking- But god he felt a new man- he grinned. Conceit yes for they had enjoyed each other fully and he was smug – yet deeper feelings stirred.- Guilt- had he been too forward, would she have regrets. And damn it that chemistry – she may only be here briefly – but she had walked into his life-right through the front door -one he thought he had shuttered up and put bad experiences away – And now he wanted more of her-wanted to know her - not just sex – he got that by the plane load. No this was different and he was not sure he could handle it- or her for that matter - what was she thinking. Old memories still told him – hold back – leave alone – keep it light – you are dangerous.

He shook himself- not yet he thought, not yet. Let the play run – we can always bale out if it gets too close.

He wondered how he could make her day one she would never forget- yes they could just ly here and fuck – long time since that had happened he grinned- but last night she had talked of the sea and why she came here. Today would be hers. Silently he slipped from the bed to shower and freshen up. He always kept a spare set of clothes here- It was close to his boat dock. He looked in the mirror. God what a sight. What had she said about him last night!!- He had better do better than this!!! There was a phone in the bathroom – quietly he rang up to the Bar- Cara would do him a favour- fresh eggs- waffles papaya juice and coffee- were on order. He ignored her slight smirk about early in the season– he deserved it.

Then clean, fresh – teeth and mouth sparkling – he walked back into the bedroom grinning to break the day..

He stopped stunned- She was gone!!!!!. Vanished- just a crumpled sheet and the impressions of last night.

An involuntary groan broke from him. His world stopped, He could not understand anything. Why – a dozen thoughts raced through his mind – but the one that kept surfacing was one word- Lost. Lost.

Turning blindly he stumbled out onto the beach calling soundlessly.

And there she was – down at the waters edge. Her feet just in the water –Shielding her eyes she was looking out over the lagoon at the breakers – And she was naked, Venus risen from the waves- he could do nothing but stare.

 

[Mata_Hari]

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[elrod]

Boat is Boat.

This was one of those moments – one of those decisions Rod would reflect on many times. Why he felt the way he did, why his guts churned and his heart pounded he didn’t know. It was crazy – he was a man of control – he had his life worked out – his way. And now here he was feeling pangs of loss, need and urgency. A kind of panic – he knew what he wanted to do, had to do – and it didn’t fit. He had been here before and it hadn’t worked. Keep myself for me was his motto. Easy come and easy go.

Yet now – dazzled by the aura of the sun rising behind her, Maria seemed to shimmer and beckon. And he was running, feet tearing at the sand – he seemed to skim across the beach bridging the gap, and yet it was in slow motion – he saw her turn, her face seemed resigned, sad, frightened. And then he was there, by her side- panting, speechless, gulping – He gripping her hard – fingers pressed into her bare shoulders, he kissed her – angry, hungry, demanding, as she had kissed last night – taking her body through his mouth. Violating her with his passion and desire, swamping her, hands and body clinging, shuddering in his heat and fire.

Then breaking, breathless, gasping – he almost growled – you are not going anywhere, except with me. Come. And holding her firmly round the waist – he almost dragged her down the beach towards the dock.

She was silent- he had pummelled her with his passion, swamped her emotions, yet at the same time, he seemed to ignore her- bent on his own mission. A single minded certainty, not asking – demanding she be with him. And yet she felt him surrounding her, encasing her. Was he tender, or was she trapped. He began to relax as they walked through breaking wavelets along the beach. His hand - firm and comforting now covered hers. It was small, delicate and yet strong. His mind flashed to last night when her fingers tender yet exciting had explored him, enticed him, encouraged him. But he knew this was not just about sex, oh no – she was his crew - his mate, possibly even his soul mate. And today they were going sailing.

As they turned to climb steps onto the jetty, he heard her laugh. I cant go any further like this. Looking down at her, he realised she was naked. Beautiful and sexy – but still naked. It broke the spell. He laughed too – here he said pulling off his clean but rather worn blue shirt, put this on – its all you’ll need. And his eyes spoke a thousand tales.

Then they were strolling hand in hand, like any carefree couple, laughing at their own world. Only a few boats used the small quay. Mostly day fishing boats, or holiday cruisers and then he stopped by what seemed to be a converted deep sea fishing boat. It looked rugged, not pretty – but strong seaworthy lines. A cabin forward – maybe decked out for long trips, tall mast and sails furled. She looked the kind of boat you could trust, that rode the waves, comfortable and safe. Welcome to my boat he said – come aboard – there’s a fair breeze, lets go sailing. And his eyes told her that this was not going to be just a trip round a harbour. No Rod had a boat – a real boat. She could see he had plans in mind.

The boat was fresh - white, trimmed in navy, and there on the stern her name seemed to smile – Cheryl Ann.

 

[Mata_Hari]

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