Naked Truths and Open Love
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Chapter 3: Caught in the Surge
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3: Caught in the Surge - A drifter artist shed’s his inhibitions and drops the weight of the past. This isn’t your typical romance. It’s about growing into who you are meant to be. There are exhibitionists, voyeurs, lesbians, group sex, and lots of shared love. Expect steamy moments and naked truths. You will find love, vulnerability, and a whole lot of skin. Be bold, be free and dive in. Let the tides carry you.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Cheating Spanking Group Sex Harem Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting
The water was climbing fast. We were past the sharp rocks by now. Her limp was slowing us down. We did not have much chance to cross the wet rocks on foot.
There was a bend up ahead. We had to cross the curve of the rock to reach the next cliff. A desperate plan formed in my mind. I wanted to jump in the water and use the waves to carry us along the remaining distance. It was a reckless idea, but it was the only choice that could take us to safety before the tide storms in.
“Let me pick you up,” I said. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in front of me. “Wrap your arms around me and hold me tight,” I called.
“What are you doing?” She asked in panic but followed my instructions. When she was secure in my arms, I moved towards the edge slowly. My muscles were burning as I carried her weight. My desire flared despite the stakes.
Her nearly naked skin had its effect on me. She felt my erection pressing against her belly. “What the fuck?” she called but did not release her hold on me.
I ignored her words and focused on the timing of waves. The next big wave was rushing in. “Take a deep breath,” I called and leaned back against the rock for some momentum. Then I jumped.
She gritted her teeth and tightened her hold on me. I could feel her legs wrapping around my torso. The seawater must have stung the cut on her calf. She was using my body to minimize the water contact on her cut.
My timing was right. The wave propelled us towards the next cliff with force. I had underestimated the force of the wave. We were moving faster than expected. I could see the wave opening up ahead. The rocks were fairly smooth here. All I had to do now was reach the rocks and hold on tight.
The cliff was near, and I braced for impact. I turned myself so my back was facing the cliff. My back struck against the rock hard along with the wave. I barely felt anything in the water, but I knew I would regret it later. We both managed to grab on to the rocks and avoid the pull of the receding wave.
Her eyes were wide but there was a sense of relief in them. “You just gambled our lives,” she whispered. There was no snark left in her.
“We need to climb to reach the cave. Can you move and cling to my back?” I asked.
She gave me a deep look and nodded. “Keep going,” she whispered as she shifted on my back.
Desperation can make you do the impossible things. The waves kept hitting up while we started climbing higher. I felt my muscles burn with strain with each step. Her legs were around my waist for balance. Our bodies were pressed tight.
The cave’s dark mouth grew closer. I managed the last of the climb. The cave’s darkness swallowed us as I waded in. We’d made it.
The damp cave was no paradise, just the stone and shadows. It was much bigger from the inside. There was a carved platform at the far end of the cave. Comfortable enough for us to sit and relax for a few hours.
I knew from the local tales that the cave was safe. But that did not remove the fear of closed spaces. We were losing the light fast. The ocean roar was echoing around us. Now we had to keep our cool till the tide receded.
She slumped against the rock. Her chest was heaving. Her bikini top had slipped. One breast was fully exposed while the other was barely covered. Both of her nipples were hard from the cold. She didn’t seem to care. Her eyes were fixed on the cave entrance and the sight of ocean waves in the distance.
My face was hot despite the chills. We were safe for now, but her leg needed attention. I could see the thin trail of blood from the open cut. Her ankle was swollen and had turned purple-red. I removed my tee and tore a strip. The fabric rippled easily. The sound broke her trance-like state.
I knelt to wrap her calf. “This’ll sting,” I warned. I wanted to tie the wound for support and stop the bleeding.
“Ow, easy!” she yelped. She swatted my hand away. “What are you, a butcher? God, you’re rough.” Her tone was sharp as a blade, but she didn’t pull away.
I tied off the makeshift bandage. My fingers brushed against her calf. She shivered in response. I could see a trail of goosebumps on her skin as I worked. Her smell was messing with my head. Our eyes met again. Her bitchy mask slipped for the first time. There was a genuine smile on her face.
“Thanks,” she muttered. As if catching herself, she added, “Don’t get cocky. You’re still the idiot, you know. Why did you let me come up here?”
I snorted and shook my head. She couldn’t resist a jab even in this situation. The “thank you” was more than I could expect from her.
The waves were crashing insistently now. An inch of water had filled the cave. If this was not scary enough, we could see clouds gathering on the horizon. The light was dimming as a splatter of the rain sounded against the cave entrance.
“The locals say the cave is safe,” I assured her. But honestly, I was convincing myself. We had nowhere to run from here.
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