28. Abel
Abel
It’s another lovely evening, the sun is nearly setting, and the day is finally coming to an end.
Of course, after telling us his story, Sandro had demanded to know all about everything that had happened to us in his absence. How we’d discovered he was missing, the telephone call with Tony, our rescue plan, the trip to Brooklyn… everything.
At some stage we grab lunch, and dinner comes and goes, with all of still sat around the kitchen table, still talking things over.
“What’s going to happen now?” asks Regan. “Do you think the police will get involved? Are we gonna get in trouble?”
“Maria has a friend in Brooklyn, someone she knows and trusts.” Says Grant. Remember Henri Marceau?”
“The Frenchie? Yeah, I remember him.” I say.
“Pretty hard guy to forget,” laughs Regan. “Never a dull moment with Henri around.”
“Right, well, he’s left the army. Works in New York now. He’s a chef, in fact. In a business hotel on Manhattan Island.”
“You’re kidding!” exclaims Regan. “And he hasn’t burned the placed down or nothing?”
“Can’t have done. Not yet anyway,” Grant grins.
“In any case, we kept in touch. I called him earlier, explained the situation to him—on the quiet, obviously—and said we needed to know how the land lies, once everything’s settled down.
I gave him Maria’s friend’s name, and the name of the restaurant where she works.
He’s going to give things a week or two, then he’ll pop in for breakfast or lunch and have a little chat with her. See what he can learn.”
“Is he good looking?” Maria asks with a smile.
“Good looking?” Regan responds. “He’s practically a male model. Tanned, toned, and his French accent makes women buckle at the knees.”
Maria laughs out loud. “All that, and he’s a chef? Gabi will eat him alive.”
“He’s married,” says Grant.
“You think that would stop Gabi?” Maria replies with a snort. “She’d just see it as a bigger challenge. Tell him he’d better wear toughened steel boxers, if I were you.”
“I’ll pass the message on.” Says Grant, solemnly, but with a wink.
“Well…” says Sandro. “It’s been a tiring few days for this old man. Can’t say I slept all that well on that mattress. I think I’ll turn in.” He looks around at us all.
“Besides which,” he says, with what might possibly be the ghost of a smile.
“You four might want some time together, and I know when I’m not needed.
” He holds up his hand as both Maria and Grant open their mouths to speak.
“No, not a word from either of you. Like I say, I’m tired. This old dog wants his bed.”
With that, he rises and after a round of ‘goodnight’s and a brief kiss on Maria’s forehead, he stumps out the door, heading for the cabin.
We sit in companionable silence for a while. Then Regan says. “Of course, none of us have really done anything today. Nothing physical, I mean.
“True,” says Regan. “What are you getting at?”
“Well, I don’t know about you lot, but I feel like I need to do a bit of exercise before bed.”
“Like what?” I ask, suspiciously.
“Well… how about a swim, for instance?”
Grant grins. “Thought as much.”
“So?”
“I’m in. Abe, Maria?”
I look to Maria first. She blushes prettily, and nods.
“In that case, I’m in too.” I say.
We gather towels, and Regan puts some beers in a cooler and then hands the cooler to me, as he usually does when he wants anything carried but can’t be bothered to carry it himself.
“Come on, guys.”
Grant and Maria lead the way, holding hands, followed by Regan, with myself bringing up the rear with the beers.
Moments later, we’re naked and in the cool water, laughing and splashing, feeling the fun and the physicality of our activities literally drain the stresses and strains of the last few days out of our minds and bodies.
I gotta say, it feels great. Just what I needed.
In particular, it’s fun to trip Regan and then hold him up by his ankles and dangle him in the water, whilst his arms desperately try to get a grip on my legs.
I let him go, and he falls with a large splash, before getting to his feet, staggering slightly.
“Bastard.”
“Bring your own beers, next time,” I respond,
He scoops water at my face and then jumps me. This time, Grant joins in, jumping on top of both of us, and we all three fall to the bottom of the lake, though as this is a little less than waist height, we’re soon up again, laughing and splashing each other.
Then, with a shout of “Woohoo!” Maria enters the scrum, upending us all again, and standing there, triumphant in victory. Needless to say, her victory celebration is premature, and the three of us are up in a flash, and all over her. She goes down with a shout, and we follow her.
A short while later, and our ducking, wrestling, splashing and screaming calms down.
I reach for her, grasping her by her slim waist before crushing her to me, kissing her deeply. She responds in kind, as Regan steps up behind her, cupping her buttocks in his hands and nuzzling her neck, whilst Grant stands aside, looking on.
She floats her body out until she’s at full stretch, her body bobbing up and down in the rise and swell of the water, her breasts glistening damply in the remaining sunlight, nipples hard…
I give a little pull and she’s jerked towards me, slipping easily back into my arms. I embrace her, kiss her, and throw her to Regan, who catches her effortlessly, before planting his own kiss across her rose-red lips.
She gasps, throwing her arms around his broad shoulders, and I step forwards behind her.
Somehow, she turns to face me, flinging her arms around me once more, wrapping her legs around my thighs, and we are kissing, her lips against mine, the trace of her tongue on my teeth.
Together, we sort of make a sandwich of our three bodies, Maria in the middle.
Where we’ve ended up is in a shallow part of the lake, the water only knee-high.
Maria drops to her knees, smiling as she takes my manhood with one hand, gently stroking it, and pulling back to expose the glans, then raising it to her mouth.
She takes me in, and I gasp, as my shaft experiences the warmth of her throat, feeling the teasing flick of her tongue.
I feel tight and swollen, as I slowly ease out, before pushing back inside, the feeling of connectedness so strong, and combining with the sensuality of the water and the soft fullness of Maria’s body to make me almost instantly ready to explode.
But we take our time, no urgency, each wanting to fully appreciate and experience the moment, each wanting to give as much or more than to take.
An expression of lovemaking, rather than merely an act of sexual gratification.
Meantime, Regan has dropped to his knees, stroking himself, and he nudges forwards from behind Maria, his own member urgently seeking for her hot, feminine center, finding her and easing gently forwards, filling her, and making her cry out in pleasure.
She reaches behind her with her hand, to hold his hand, yet never ceasing to pleasure me with her mouth.
Perhaps we are there for hours, perhaps minutes, but yet it seems like only moments later, before I feel my own need rising yet further, and before I know it, I am coming, my knees trembling with the effort of keeping me upright.
Grant has taken my place, and now Maria kneels between Grant and Regan. It’s not long before Regan reaches his own plateau, Maria joining him, and again she cries out as she reaches her own orgasm, and with that Grant is coming as well.
We huddle together in a collective group, wallowing in the sun-warmed shallows of the lake, none of us wanting to leave, nor even to break the stillness that has descended upon the lakeshore as the sun sets in the west.
The sky is beautiful—oranges, peaches, and pinks—and the burning colors are reflected in the stillness of the lake water, almost as if a second sky had appeared beneath us.
A couple of birds fly past, either above or below us, it’s almost hard to make it out now, as dusk creeps towards nightfall. Then…
“Did you see that?” shouts Regan, pointing.
“What? Where?”
“Just there. Look... another one!”
This time we all see it. A shooting star from east to west, burning through the atmosphere far above us after who knows how many tens of thousands of years of travelling through space, only to burn itself out in tremendous burst of fiery energy.
We hug each other tightly. It seems a fitting end to a wonderful evening.