Spring Tide - Blair Erotica - ebook
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This tide lifts all emotions. Carl loves Paula, but she doesn't want his love--she wants to feel passion…powerful emotions and sensations. She dreams of the intensity of lust of the ancient myths. Can she find what she wants on a tropical island at the peak of the rare, but powerful, proxigean tide? A story of the eerily paranormal.~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~“THIS IS THE NIGHT of the proxigean Spring Tide,” the woman at the desk of the resort told her when they checked in.“What’s that?” Paula asked. “Is that like a high tide?”“It's a fancy name they give to the highest of high tides,” the woman said, grinning. “They are quite infrequent, I understand. But I can tell you that at night, out on the beach under a full moon, this tide is really something. Some people find it very erotic.”The woman glanced meaningfully over at Carl, Paula’s boyfriend, who was going through tourist brochures. “Of course, if you have a hot lover, just being on a deserted beach at night is erotic. Maybe the tide is just an excuse for being out there.”She smiled at the woman. “Thanks for the tip. It might be worth checking out.”The bellhop took them to their room. She put their suitcases on the bed and opened the sliding doors to show them a lovely patio with chaise lounge chairs and a small table. “You have complete privacy out there,” she said, giving Carl a suggestive wink.Carl grinned back, but Paula saw he was embarrassed by the woman’s suggestion.When the bellhop left, she took his hand and led him outside to take a look. Sure enough, rattan privacy walls separated the adjoining patios. As they were on the second floor, they could look down at the beach. That made it possible to be outside, yet private and have a view.Carl came up behind her. He pressed his body against hers and his hands began running over her body.“An unbeatable combination,” he said, into her ear.“What is?”His hand slipped under her tank-top T-shirt, electric on her bare skin. “Being in this lovely paradise and having you tight against me.”

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SPRING TIDE

BLAIR EROTICA

Copyright © 2014 Blair Erotica

cover by Jes Richardson

“THIS IS THE NIGHT of the proxigean spring tide,” the woman at the desk of the resort told her when they checked in.

“What’s that?” Paula asked. “Is that like a high tide?”

“It's a fancy name they give to the highest of high tides,” the woman said, grinning. “They are quite infrequent, I understand. But I can tell you that at night, out on the beach under a full moon, this tide is really something. Some people find it very erotic.”

The woman glanced meaningfully over at Carl, Paula’s boyfriend, who was going through tourist brochures. “Of course, if you have a hot lover, just being on a deserted beach at night is erotic. Maybe the tide is just an excuse for being out there.”

She smiled at the woman. “Thanks for the tip. It might be worth checking out.”

The bellhop took them to their room. She put their suitcases on the bed and opened the sliding doors to show them a lovely patio with chaise lounge chairs and a small table. “You have complete privacy out there,” she said, giving Carl a suggestive wink.

Carl grinned back, but Paula saw he was embarrassed by the woman’s suggestion.

When the bellhop left, she took his hand and led him outside to take a look. Sure enough, rattan privacy walls separated the adjoining patios. As they were on the second floor, they could look down at the beach. That made it possible to be outside, yet private and have a view.

Carl came up behind her. He pressed his body against hers and his hands began running over her breasts.

“An unbeatable combination,” he said, into her ear.

“What is?”

His hand slipped under her tank-top T-shirt, electric on her bare skin. “Being in this lovely paradise and having you tight against me.”

His touch was getting her excited and pressed back against him, moving her ass and feeling the hard bulge of his cock.

“Turns you on, doesn't it?” she asked.

“I’ve been horny the entire flight down from Miami,” he said.

“You should have told me. I would have jerked you off on the plane,” she said. "I would have put a blanket over us and taken out that lovely cock and stroked it until you came.

“Damn,” he said. “Maybe going home.”

His hands came down to undo the waist of her shorts, sending a wonderful tingle through her as he put his hand inside them and ran a finger between her legs.

“You are wet,” he hissed as the finger spread her open and moved inside her.

“I guess you weren't the only one getting hot on the flight,” she said.

“Let's get in bed,” he said, putting his lips to her ear. His hot breath burned.

“Take me out here,” she said. “I want you to fuck me outside.”

She felt a tremble run through him as he took his hand from her shorts and worked her T-shirt up, exposing her breasts and then pulling it over her head, with her raising her arms. The shirt covered her eyes and held her arms together over her head; she felt the warm tropical sun on her bare skin and wished that Carl would take her just like that.

But he was a gentle lover. He removed the tee shirt and caressed her breasts while he kissed her neck and bare back. She rubbed against him, urging him on. He knelt behind her and pulled her shorts down over her hips, taking her panties with them. He kissed her ass and then the backs of her thighs as he exposed them. She moved her legs apart and his fiery tongue and he pressed his face against her face, the stubble of beard on his face burning the skin as he licked her.

Then he stood and began undoing his own clothing. She turned to watch, loving the slow way he undressed while keeping his eyes on her body.

“Sit down and stretch out on the chair,” he said. “I want your legs far apart.”

As she sat, he tossed his shirt aside and undid his pants, revealing his swollen cock. She moved her feet apart, twisting slightly to give him a clear look between her legs.