Authors: Amy Silva
Uncovered
Copyright © 2013 Amy Silva
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UNCOVERED
…
AMY SILVA
Chapter 1
Thick fog was making it hard to see anything up ahead. I was measuring every step, carefully making sure the footing was solid before taking the next one. The forest was dense, and it was getting harder and harder to navigate as I moved forward. My only hope was to stay on the road that kept on curving like a snake. Many times the thorned bushes would catch my flesh, scraping it as I passed by. Eventually the trees began to thin out and I found myself on a small bank of a lake.
Feeling the sudden pang of thirst I rushed to the lake. It had a strange bright yellow hue and the heavy fog rising from the water was tinted by it. I reached in with a cupped hand and was taken back by how warm the water was. The heat of the lake was incredibly strong making the water undrinkable. I sat back on the shore to think of how to calm my intense thirst building up inside.
A shadow pierced through the fog ahead of me. I noticed something moving across the lake.
A moment later I could make the outline of a small wooden boat. It was growing in size as it headed towards me.
Upon it was a man, he stood tall and confident as he held on to the mast.
I noticed that I wasn’t feeling any fear, but a strange curiosity as to who this man could be.
The boat drew closer and the man jumped in the lake. For a few moments he was submerged under water and then appeared right in front of me. He was very tall with a big muscular body, but I couldn’t make out his face.
Instead I was immediately was drawn to his bright eyes that shined through the mist. Their strange olive glow was blurred by the thick fog.
The man walked over and stood over me, looking down with curiosity.
He studied me and as he focused his attention on a particular area of my body it would start glowing a warm yellow color. I was intrigued by this and felt my skin noticing that it had become slightly warmer where the stranger brushed it with his gaze.
His intense olive eyes made their way down from my face to my exposed neck creating a warm feeling in their wake as they passed lower to my naked shoulders. The heat slowly crept down my arms to my wrists and slowly back up, heating them up. The warm sensation resonated through my nervous system signaling for my body to release endorphins. Enjoying this, I chose to let go and let myself accept his intrusion. His controlled gaze moved down my bare chest to the exposed breasts, seeking out and eager to pleasure my wanting knobs. It felt like a hundred mouths caressed them at once as they tingled with warmth. I let out a slight moan and arched my back, ready for more. His eyes flashed brighter as his gaze traveled down my sides. Reaching my abdomen the light split in two. My heart began to race as I felt the warmth travel down my thighs circling slowly to my ankles and leaving goose bumps as it moved back up. As the two beams drew closer together I felt the warmth intensifying. I let out a slight moan as he moved them inch by inch to my wet loins. His eyes flashed again and the warm areas started to pulsate under the light causing a tremor in my abdomen.
Unable to resist my increasing desire I threw my legs open, baring myself more for him. I watched the lights join into a singular intense beam right above my swollen clit. With slow licks he slowly moved it lower engulfing my sensitive knob. The sensation rushed through me, igniting all nerve endings at once. I trembled as the intense warmth spread to my core. I let out a deep moan, laid back and closed my eyes and surrendered to it.
The light pulsated against my pleading clit circling and consuming it from every direction at once. “More…” I whimpered as I thrust my pelvis in the air to get closer to the source of this incredible feeling. An intense thunder of passion rushed up my spine. The sensation so strong and sudden that I gasped for breath and quivered with pleasure as it spread to my core. Overcome with emotion I let out a deep moan from my very soul.
Over and over the waves of pleasure hit me, sparking the desire deep within. I could feel the orgasm building up inside. As the currents of scorching passion rocked through my being I cried out with pleasure and surrendered myself totally. Letting each part of my body feel the delicious ecstasy I rode the waves, each rushing over me harder than the previous. I dug my fingers deep in the soft grass beside me. Unable to resist the powerful orgasm rocking through me, I let out a deep moan and lost consciousness.
When I opened my eyes the lake had turned black, filling the forest with darkness. The trees also started to fade into the black, then the sky and the shore. I turned my head to look around for the stranger when a bright light hit me. I covered my eyes, waiting for the brightness to subside. When I opened them again I found myself in my bed. The sunlight was shining through the window. It was moving across the room and had just reached my pillow. Still in a daze I sat up and shook my head. Rocked by the vivid experience my body was still showing me signs of being so turned on. My cheeks were on fire and my skin still moist from exhilaration. The warmth dissipated as I could still feel the wet between my thighs.
~~~~~~
Kate Simms
“Did you get laid last night?” Olivia knocked on my bedroom door.
“What are you talking about?” I lifted myself up from the bed, surprised by her dead on question.
Her lips curled up in a grin, “I heard you moaning through the wall. Either you had a guy over or those dreams are back.”
So it
was
a dream
.
Sometimes they’d feel so real I could hardly convince myself. I got them once in awhile but lately I’ve had two in one week.
“I bet it was some sexy billionaire cowboy again.” She chuckled while my cheeks turn beet red. “Probably rushing up to you with some ‘Oh howdy miss, I just happened to notice you while exercising my prized stallion. Can I offer you a mansion or three?”
“You ass, I do like cowboys.” I said trying to piece the dream together. “But I think it was pirates this time...” I muttered the last part still in a daze over the stranger with those intense eyes. That was incredible, some of the most intense things I’ve ever experienced in my life. I bit my lip as I remember vividly how my body quivered like electricity ran through me.
“Aha, so you did have one!” she clapped her hands excited, “You know, I am kind of jealous. It would be fun to have wild dreams like yours. She closed her eyes for a moment and smiled, picturing what that would be like. “I would probably get addicted to sleeping pills in no time. Anyway,” she laughed, “Let me know when you see me in one of them so I can invest in a big lock.”
“Don’t worry I won’t be coming for ya.” I said wondering a little if that might ever become the case.
I felt the warm breeze enter the room and brush against my still moist face. It was getting warmer outside. “May be I am just excited about the summer and that’s what the dreams are for?” I said hoping to rationalize away from ‘sex fiend’.
“From the sounds of it you are
very
excited. May be this is something of a connection to the future.”
“I am just trying to keep up with you, miss adventurous.” I grinned while I hoped deep inside she was right.
Olivia lived her life with a thrill for excitement which was something I admired deeply. She would make it an effort to see the bright side of things, making her a great person to be around. I’ve only known her for a few months since moving to Chicago for grad school and got totally lucky for my first roommate search to uncover such a gem. She worked as a travel journalist and decided that it would be nice to have someone at home when she would return from her trips. Her job allowed her see the world through many lenses, in the process she had adopted a stoic, sort of “it goes on” perspective on life which then translated to seeking more excitement both in and out of the bedroom.
“Everything in it’s due time, Kate. You are still barely out of recovery.” She was right, I wasn’t nearly that stoic and still trying to get over my ex. He abruptly changed his mind about leaving Minnesota with me, instead declaring after our years together that it wasn’t working out. I made it to Chicago on my last nerves and arrived a wreck. Olivia with her motherly instinct had been a godsend and guided me through my first broken heart. She helped me many times when I felt down about it and didn’t know where to turn. With her by my side, just three months later I was almost over it and ready for a new chapter in my new city.
“You want some coffee?” I changed the subject.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll make the good stuff I brought back from Europe.”
I got dressed still tingling with the post orgasmic nerves. Olivia made us coffee and went downstairs to check the mail as I enjoyed the caffeine buzz and wondered who that man on the boat could look like.
“Wow, it’s getting warm outside.” Olivia said excitedly as she returned with the mail. “Your favorite time of the year is coming up quick.”
“Yes!” She always knew how to make me smile, “How long do you think until the lake warms up?”
“We’re still in the middle of May.” She looked up from the mail and winked at me. “I figure at least 3 weeks before we get into some real action.”
“Action, Oli?” I raised my eyebrow.
“That’s right chica. Lake Michigan, boats, and the beautiful tanned men that come along.” She rolled her tongue along her upper lip, a sure sign that she was excited.
“I can’t wait,” I said, sensing it too. “It’s been almost eight months since I’ve been out on a boat. Wait, do we know anybody with one around here?”
“Unfortunately not since my hook up with Charlie ended. Silly boy had the silly idea to go and marry that flaky French actress. I don’t understand why he couldn’t see that she just needed someone around to shower her with attention.” She sighed. “Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.” She picked up a cup of coffee and looked at me with her lips curled. “We’ll be just fine Kate, I promise there are enough guys in this city who have the boat keys somewhere around the house.”
“I just don’t know if I am ready for another guy.” I muttered as I looked down at my coffee. Olivia hit the table with her finger startling me.
“Kate Simms!” She looked me in the eyes, “I love you, but if you think the plan to get through a breakup is to clam your heart up in a shell and forgo any opportunity for another sun ray of love to warm it, then you are a silly little girl and I won’t have it. Chett was sacred of commitment because he was still just a boy, remember?” She caught her breath. “Remind me again, how long have you guys have been together?”
“Since the freshmen year.” I said. “Ended up dating through college.”
She placed my hand in hers and began speaking softly. “Well, what do kids know at that age? You guys went through the years without the opportunity to experience new things separately. To grow through those experiences, to gain more wisdom, and of course to see who really makes you tick.”
“Tick, huh?” I smiled.
Her eyes sparkled, “That’s right, I’m talking about connection
and
sex, the great revealers. It is hard to hide yourself during sex, and it is damn impossible when your body is in ecstasy of orgasm. You have to get through a few boys to find a man who can make you feel completely secure and hungry for that passion. One that will allow you to open up and let yourself be engulfed by real passion.” She accentuated the message by giving me a slight understanding nod.
“Oli, are you a journalist or a poet?” I said impressed.
“A little bit of both.” She grinned and we bust out laughing. She licked her lips again, “All I know is it will be a great summer.”
“Bring it on, I am ready for it!” I cheered.