Will they be rescued?
In 10 parts, By BlewWater69. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
The next day was brilliant sunshine again and no visible threat of another storm. Pam and John had a quick breakfast of coconuts and peanuts. Pam had taken to marking lines with a sharp shell on one of the closest palms to designate the days they had been on the island. They had already been there for several days; shortly it would be a week. Could the rescuers still be searching for them? As yet, they hadn't seen any signs of a plane or ship. Another day or two and their original weeks’ vacation would have been coming to an end. They tried not to focus on the people and things left behind in their lives. Living day to day was enough of a challenge for now.
John had another idea for food and Pam followed him as he carried the crate they had found down the beach towards where the water basin rock was. He explained to Pam his plan as they walked.
"If we take this crate, with its one open end, and position it with a stick holding it up, we might just be able to trap a bird inside," John said.
"How are you going to get a bird to go under the crate?" Pam asked.
"Using some of our discarded crab shells as bait," John claimed.
"Yeah, but they'll just fly away when you try to knock the box down on them," Pam stated.
"We're going to use a long vine to pull the support stick out of the way, making the box drop down on them," John explained.
"Sounds possible," Pam agreed.
"Run back to camp and get me a sharpened length of bamboo and some of the old crab shells please," John asked. "Get some with crab meat still on it."
"Okay," Pam said and took off.
While she was gone John used one of the knives to whittle and cut a quarter sized hole in the bottom of the wooden crate. He then found a good foot long thin piece of driftwood to use for the support. With one end of the support in the sand and the other wedged under the lid of the wooden box, he had the makings of a trap. He scavenged for the vine for quite a while until he found a suitable one, not too thick and long enough to let them hide in the nearby bushes. By then Pam was back. John positioned the crab shells under the box and they hid in the bushes to wait.
"What's this for?" Pam asked, still holding the pointed bamboo stick.
"Well, did you see that hole I cut in the bottom of the box?"
"Yeah. Do you want to be able to see what type of bird it is?" Pam questioned.
"Not exactly. I think if I had to reach in and grab the bird while trying to lift the box, they would not only bite me but have a chance to escape. I plan to finish them off through that hole with the stick you just brought," John concluded.
"Oh, gross! You're going to stab them to death?"
"You have a better idea, miss smarty pants," John mused smiling.
"No, but don't expect me to do the killing," Pam emphatically claimed.
"I won't, just the plucking," John stated with a chuckle.
"What? You expect me to pluck out the feathers," Pam extolled, making a funny face.
"Someone's got to do it for us to eat them," John pronounced.
"You can do that part too," Pam said jokingly.
"Okay, you can cut the head and feet off and clean the guts out," John chided but with a smile.
"Aww; gross; no, okay, I'll do the plucking," Pam agreed with a funny face again but then laughed with him.
They waited for nearly an hour before they spotted any birds. John had picked the spot near the water basin rock thinking that some birds would smartly return here to drink. He was right about that and they squawked and complained when they found the top of the rock covered by the cage. For spite, as Pam and John watched, some of the birds would sit on top of the cage and shit between the supports, fouling the water anyway.
"We need to cover the cage with plastic," John told Pam.
"Yeah, but how with the rain water get in then."
"We'll need to remove it again just before each storm," John professed.
"We better remember," Pam said.
"You're right. It could be the one thing that saves our lives," John agreed seriously.
Somewhat bored, Pam was just starting to run her hand menacingly up John's leg when suddenly two gulls swooped down ten feet from the trap. They looked around questioningly and then approached the wooden box on foot. They started to cackle at each other as they neared the potential meal. One rushed in quickly and grabbed a shell before John could react. The other screamed at the first as if the traitor had taken off with his meal. The second walked right under the box to grab one of the two remaining crab shells. John yanked the vine hard and the stick ripped free from supporting the box. It dropped down on the poor unsuspecting bird before he had a chance to flee.
"Yeah," John shouted and jumped in the air, pumping his fist.
Pam also cheered, "Way to go, John."
They ran to the box and looked into the hole. The bewildered bird was gnawing on the small hole, trying to figure a way out. John raised the sharpened stick.
"John, wait," Pam yelled.
"What?" John asked.
"I don't want to watch this," Pam said.
"Okay, you run back to camp and get a fire started and some water boiling for roots."
"Yeah," Pam said and took off at a dead run without complaint.
She briefly glanced back over her shoulder when she was fifty yards down the beach but he was still just watching her run. She kept going and disappeared up into the rocks and palms toward camp.
John didn't relish the idea of killing anything either but this was survival and they had little choice. They couldn't live on fish and shellfish alone. An occasional bird would help them survive.
He glanced down at the hole and waited for a good shot at the back of the bird. When he had one, he thrust the sharpened end down hard into the hole. He felt it hit and penetrate. The bird squawked and thrashed for a few moments but then was still. John pushed a little hard down but the bird didn't move. He figured it was dead and slowly lifted the box from the side. He moved tentatively in case the bird was still alive but soon discovered his method had worked quite well. The spiked stake had pierced the back of the bird and killed it.
John didn't think Pam wanted to watch the cleaning part either, so he walked down to the water's edge. Using his knife, he severed the head and legs. He then cleaned the bird inside and washed everything off in the sea. He decided to save her the worst of the plucking too and cleaned most of the feathers from the bird. When he was done it looked more like an odd white chicken from the supermarket than the recent live gull. John grabbed the box after putting everything in it from the trap and headed back to camp. When he got there Pam was busy cutting the roots and dropping them into the hot water.
"See here," John said approaching and holding up the bird.
"Wow, that looks better," Pam said. "I thought you said I had to pluck it?"
"I did but I decided to do most of it for you. It still needs a little more trimming."
"Okay, put it down here," Pam said referring to a large flat rock she got from somewhere.
John did and watched her work as he stowed the crate and its contents. He busied himself with repairs to the hut and finally finished the door he had been meaning to get to. By mid-afternoon the meal was ready. They had cooked the gull over the fire on a spit made of bamboo. Pam had turned it slowly to evenly roast it. The aroma actually appealed to them and made their stomachs growl.
As they sat eating, they were thankful for something different to taste. Surprisingly to Pam, the gull didn't taste all that bad. It wasn't exactly chicken but if you closed your eyes you would have thought it was something relatively close. Along with strips of coconut and plenty of roots, they had one of the best meals they'd eaten so far. That was good too because it would have to last them the balance of the day. Without refrigeration they were obligated to stuff themselves on occasions like this where there was plenty.
Despite eating okay their diet of fish and shellfish, roots, and now bird was still on the low calorie side. The coconut helped add fat and the peanuts too but they were small in volume and both John and Pam were showing signs already of weight loss. It worried John that they needed to find more things to supplement their diet and especially some starches and fats. Otherwise they might continue to lose weight and become weak and susceptible to disease.
After they had cleaned up, they went for a swim. Their hands were all greasy from using them to eat the bird. With a little soap they managed to clean up nicely and Pam took the opportunity to wash her hair. They bathed nude as usual and when John finished, he sat on a beach towel near the water's edge and watched Pam. Her breasts jiggled invitingly as she shampooed her long blonde hair. John could feel his cock stirring as he watched her rinse off.
John handed her one of the four towels they had from different people's suitcases as she emerged. She stood before him dripping water in the sand and using the towel to dry her beautiful hair. He had an even better view of her quivering breasts now as he leaned back and watched. Pam noticed the smile on his face and the fullness of his cock and commented.
"Like what you see, big boy?"
"You have no idea," John retorted.
"I don't, huh. I'd say the view isn't that bad from here either," Pam claimed and made a point of looking right at his half hard cock.
"You keep shaking those magnificent tits like that and you're going to get ravaged, little girl," John claimed.
"Promises, promises," Pam stated but laughed heartily.
John leaned forward quickly to grab her leg but she was just far enough away that she had time to react and jumped back with a squeal. He laughed and so did she. She then moved forward and dropped between his partially spread legs on the beach towel he was on. Pam tossed aside the towel she was using and began to crawl up his body. Several times different parts of her body grazed John's cock on purpose and by the time she reached his lips with hers, he was fully hard and poking her in the abdomen.
Pam giggled and leaned down for a kiss. John met her half way and they held the kiss for a good long time. His tongue played across her lips and sought her tongue. They kissed passionately and her hand stole down to encircle his cock. She gently stroked him as they continued to kiss.
After a while John pulled her higher and put his mouth to her nipples. He sucked, licked, and chewed lightly on the wonderful buds and kneaded her ample breasts with his fingers. Pam cooed as he did and still gently stroked him.
When both of them were aroused to the near breaking point, Pam settled her cunt over his cock and pressed down until John sank in her to the core of her being. She moaned as the big cock spread her wide and probed deep into her vaginal cavity. She rested momentarily at the bottom before starting to ride the deliciously big cock. Pam groaned each time she settled back down on him.
"Oh, fuck, you feel so damn good inside me. I think I could easily live with you buried in there permanently," Pam chided.
"It'd be hard to work around the island joined by my cock and your cunt," John explained and laughed.
"That would be true," Pam agreed. "But think of the fun and great sex we could have trying."
"You're incorrigible for one so young," John said jokingly.
"And you love it," Pam proclaimed.
"I do at that," John agreed and they both laughed.
John grabbed her hips and thrust up into her making Pam groan and she rode him faster. His big cock felt incredible to Pam and she quickly reached orgasm. She stopped riding him and ground her cunt down hard on his groin giving her clit extra contact as she moaned through her climax. Her cunt clamped down hard on his cock, squeezing his cock deliciously, but John was able to hold off cumming.
He waited for Pam to recover before starting again. He pushed up off the towel into her sex and soon Pam started to slide up and down on him again. This time she went slower which allowed John to hang with her despite the wonderful sensations to his cock. They fucked for a long time, stopping occasionally to kiss and for John to play with her beautiful tits. Eventually Pam got close and sped up. John pulled down on her hips again with each stroke and she rode him like a wild woman until she felt him explode inside her. As his hot cum flooded her insides Pam came too and they groaned together as the waves of blissful pleasure washed over them. When it was over, she slumped down on his chest and they panted for air together.
"Wow, that was wonderful," Pam said, rolling to the side off his shrinking cock.
"You're incredible," John claimed.
"Thanks, but you bring out the best in me," Pam replied.
"Glad to hear it," John agreed.
They walked into the surf to wash the sweat from their bodies, Pam playfully splashed him and John returned the favor.
After they dried off, John tried his hand at fishing and crabbing again. They needed to catch dinner and Pam gathered roots and coconuts as John fished. He was at it for over two hours, with not much success, when he glanced up to the beach to see Pam standing there looking out past him to the sea. She had on one of his dress shirt, with no bra, and her white bikini bottoms. The shirt ruffled in the strong trade winds that day. She had a strange look on her face so he yelled to her.
"What's wrong?"
"John, it's a big ship," Pam yelled back.
"What?" he screamed and came running up to her to get a look from higher up the beach.
In the distance and steaming away was a large freighter or tanker. The smoke from the stacks could be seen rising and then dissipating in the blue sky.
"Where's the lighter?" John screamed. "Did you bring the fighter?"
Pam opened her hand and the lighter was in her palm. John grabbed it roughly and took off sprinting down the beach towards the signal pyre. He got there and dropped quickly to his knees. He lit the lighter and held it to the dry palm fronds. They instantly caught fire and he had to back off as the fire quickly consumed the entire one side of the signal pyre. He stood back glancing between the ship and the fire. The driftwood and palm fronds were so dry they were going up incredibly fast but not smoking much.
John ran to the sea, cupped some water in his hands and ran back to the fire to throw it on. He spilled most of it as he ran and the little he got on the fire did little to make it smoke more. He tried once more and yelled to Pam to help. She ran to him but even with two people it was like pissing in the wind. The flames roared high in the air but burned hot with little smoke. They gave up and watched the ship to look for any sign they were turning. Instead they just watched it steam further away and eventually out of sight.
"What the hell are you doing?" John yelled at Pam. "Why did you just stand there?"
"I don't know; I ah; I wasn't sure;”
"Wasn't sure? Wasn't sure of what?" he yelled. "How to light the;”
"I don't know," Pam screamed, crying and dropping to her knees in the sand.
"What do you mean you don't know? You don't know how to light a fire or even call me?" John exclaimed.
Pam had covered her eyes as she cried, "No; I wasn't sure I wanted to be rescued!"
"What?" John screamed. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I don't know," Pam sobbed, she got up and ran back towards the camp.
"Pam, wait," John yelled but she didn't stop.
He thought about chasing after her but decided against it. He was as confused now as she was. 'What did she mean she wasn't sure she wanted to be rescued?' John wondered. 'How could she want to stay on this tiny island?'
He turned and watched the once huge signal pyre burn itself down to a mere large camp fire in no time. It was smoking more now but it was way too late. John realized not only would they have to rebuild it, but they'd need to wet parts of it every day so it would smoke more the next time it was lit. He dropped on his ass into the sand and stared at the fire trying to make sense of what had happened.
He heard gulls screeching behind him and immediately remembered the small fish he had left on the beach while he tried to catch another. He got up and ran back to where he had been fishing but it was too late. One of the gulls grabbed what was left of the fish and took off down the beach.
"You fucking bastard," he yelled at the fleeing gull in frustration.
John dropped to his knees in the wet sand, sat down, soaking the backside of his boxers again. 'What the hell is going on?' he thought. In the last few minutes, everything that was perfect before had now gone incredibly awry and been replaced by confusion and despair. They had missed the one opportunity in nearly a week to be possibly rescued and now they had nothing to eat for dinner. How could things have changed so abruptly? He had even yelled at Pam. Why did he do that? It was the first confrontation they had since being stranded on this island.
He sat there for a long while thinking but eventually got back up and tried fishing again. His frustration led to aggressiveness and he failed miserably at trying to spear anything. He soon gave up and threw the spear hard into the sand on the beach in frustration.
John walked back to camp but didn't see Pam anywhere. The door to the hut was shut and he opened it and bent down. Pam was curled up in a ball in one corner of the hut like she had been the day the drug runners were threatening to take her from him. Upon seeing her, his heart sank and he felt terrible for yelling at her.
"Pam, please, I'm so sorry I yelled. I'll never do it again. I promise," John professed.
Her head was down on her arms as she sat in the corner with her legs pulled under her ass. She didn't move and didn't respond.
"Pam, I'm sorry. I really am, please forgive me. It's just I don't understand," John claimed.
She didn't say anything but he heard her sob a little more. He waited but she still kept her head down so he couldn't see her face.
"Please say something. Yell at me if you want to but say something."
She didn't move or say anything. He waited a long time but eventually left. He grabbed the wooden crate, a couple of old clamshells he had buried, and walked off down the beach. 'I'll get one of those gulls back for stealing my fish,' he thought angrily as he walked to the same spot as the previous day. He couldn't be as mad at the gulls though as he was at himself for losing his temper and yelling at Pam.
His mind kept replaying what she said. 'She wasn't sure she wanted to be rescued. But why?' he asked himself. 'Why?'
He set up the trap with the clamshells as bait. They still had some bits of clam and muscle on them and should be enough to attract the gulls he thought. He waited for over an hour. A couple of gulls landed nearby but none moved on the crate. Finally one took interest in the shells and wandered over cautiously. The gull looked about as if sizing up the unusual object before it. It eventually decided the meal was worth the risk and moved in. John waited patiently until the bird began pecking at the open shell. He yanked the vine again and the box dropped over the gull like before.
A half hour later he was walking back up the beach towards camp. He carried the crate with the other components of the trap in one hand and his dressed bird in the other. When he approached the camp there was still no sign of Pam. He set everything down and looked inside the hut. She lay curled up on the bed facing towards the back boulder. She seemed to be asleep. He whispered, 'I got another gull,' but she didn't move.
John prepared the full meal himself similar to what they had the night before. This gull was a tiny bit bigger than the one yesterday. It smelled wonderful to his hungry stomach and taste buds as he slowly roasted it over the fire next to the cooking roots. When it was nearly done, he stuck his head inside the hut and softly said, 'Dinner is ready.'
Pam didn't move. He finished cooking everything and started to eat. It was a sad and lonely meal without Pam beside him to talk with and share everything. For the first time he really felt alone on the island. He thought of his son, who probably took him for dead by now. He thought of his job as a writer and his friends at the club. Everything was gone from him now and without Pam, he was totally alone. As good as the bird tasted, it still left him unsatisfied.
He was almost finished when she appeared at the door. She didn't come out but stared into the fire. John quickly made her a plate, actually a stone, of everything and set it before her in the doorway. He returned to his seat but watched her. She just continued to stare at the fire.
"Pam, please eat. Please talk to me. I'm so lonely without you. I'm sorry. I'll never do it again," John pleaded.
"It's not your fault, it's mine," Pam said.
"No, it's mine," John exclaimed.
"No, you were right. I should have moved faster. I was just frozen in place not wanting what we have to end," Pam said and started crying softly again.
"I know. I understand and feel the same way. But there is so much more for us back home," John avowed.
"Maybe for you with your son and all but for me there is nothing now," Pam claimed, sobbing quietly.
"That's not true! You have school and friends and don't you have other relatives?"
"Yes, but they aren't that important to me. Not like you are," Pam proclaimed.
"What do you think, I would just disappear?" John questioned.
"Yes! You'd go back to work in New York and Nick and forget all about me in Chicago," Pam stated.
"That's not true. We could see each other from time to time and maybe even on vacations," John offered.
"Oh, boy. I should have known you wouldn't understand."
"Understand what? That if we stay on this island we'll probably die here very soon from lack of water or malnutrition. That I understand all too well."
"Yes, but you don't understand how I feel," Pam claimed, wiping tears.
"What? You must realize the same thing I do that if we stay;”
"Yes, I realize that but you don't realize how I feel," Pam stated.
"How you feel? How you feel about what?"
"About us, John! About us!" Pam extolled.
"What about us?"
"I love you, John Morrison. I love you!" Pam proclaimed.
"I love you too, Meredith," John expressed.
"You don't. You don't understand. I love you, John," Pam pronounced.
"I do so love you."
"Then marry me when we get back home," Pam stated.
"Pam, I can't do that. You're young enough to;”
"Be your daughter! I don't care about that! I love you, John."
"But, Pam, I have a son your age. You can't want to marry an old guy like;”
"That's where you're wrong. I've never been happier than I am with you on this tiny island. See, I told you. I love you but you don't love me. Sure, you like fucking me, but you don't love me," Pam chided.
"I do so! But you're young; you have your whole life ahead of you. I'm older. I'm not right for you."
"Shouldn't I decide who is right for me or not?"
"Yes, but it would never work out;”
"It could if you loved me the way I love you," Pam professed.
"I do but it's just not going;”
"Adopt me then," Pam offered. "I'll be your daughter. That way we can live together and you can still fuck me whenever you want."
"Pam, please stop acting like all I want is sex with you," John contended.
"Don't you? It seems like that is what you really love about me. I'm a good lay," Pam argued.
"That's not true; I mean I love you for who you are, not for the sex," John proclaimed.
"No, you don't or you'd want me around. You'd want me in your life, not 800 miles away in Chicago," Pam reasoned.
"I do want you in my life when we get back, just not;”
"As part of the family. Forget it, John! I know where you stand now," Pam said and went back inside the hut without touching the food.
"Pam! Pam! I do love you!" John shouted.
'My god,' John thought, 'How could things have gone so wrong so quick.' He almost hated that ship for coming close to their island and bringing all this on. But they had only known each other for a week. How could Pam possibly be as deeply in love with him as she claimed? He reasoned that while realizing he did love her too. She was right. How could they go back to civilization and act like nothing had happened? He thought about adopting her but that solution seemed contrived. He loved her but not as a daughter. At least he thought so. He put his head in his hands. All this was so confusing. Normally self-assured, he felt lost in his true feelings for Pam.
John left the campsite and worked on rebuilding the signal pyre. Even if they decided to never use it again he still wanted to work on something at that moment and this seemed like the best use of his time and effort. He needed the time to think and work always helped him do that. It took several hours to gather everything by himself. When he was done, he looked down the beach and saw Pam standing in the surf. He ran to her realizing for the first time that she was everything to him now. Nothing else mattered, survival, civilization, none of it, just Pam.
She saw him running towards her and turned to him as he stopped ten feet away, but kept walking to her. They stared into each other's eyes. Her normally beautiful bright clear blue eyes, that he loved so much, were red and puffy from crying. It broke his heart to see her so upset. He wanted to take her in his arms and comfort her, tell her everything would be alright, tell her he loved her.
"Can we talk?" he asked.
"Yes," Pam said, backing up to the dry water line on the beach and sitting down.
John joined her on the sand. He thought about trying to put his arm around her but decided not to. He wasn't sure where to start.
"Pam, I'm so confused. All I know is I want to go back to where we were before that damn ship appeared. Can we go back there?"
"Back to what, John? What was there before? Just good fun? Just great sex? Nothing more, just us sharing time together until we're rescued?
"No, it was more than that," John professed.
"Maybe to me. I'm not so sure it was anything more than companionship and good sex to you," Pam claimed.
"That's not true, Pam! What we had; have; is special! You're everything to me. I realize that now. You were right! I can't live without you. You are part of my life now," John avowed.
Pam started crying again, "Yeah, but what does that mean? You were right. I shouldn't force myself into your life. It's wrong of me to want more and mess up what you had before this," Pam proclaimed.
John's arm stole around her back now and held her. "I'm never going to let you go. I love you," John declared.
"You're saying that because you just want to go back to the way we were," Pam stated.
"That's not true! If we could never be together again. If this was our last days alive, I would still love you. I know that now. I love you, Meredith."
Pam turned to him, the sadness still in her teary eyes but there was something more now. "I love you too, John," Pam affirmed.
He pulled her close and kissed her forehead, wanting to do more, but unsure of every move. He felt he needed to show her how much he loved her but knew sex was not the way. He held her with her head on his shoulder. He held her so tight he wondered if he was hurting her but she didn't complain. He kissed her temple and brushed his fingers through her beautiful golden hair. Her deepening tan made her look like a goddess.
They stayed that way for a long time. John kissed her face and brushed her hair. They barely noticed when the waves started coming higher and hitting their feet as the tide came in. Finally, Meredith stirred and stood. She reached for him with both hands. He came up into her arms and they kissed. They kissed more passionately than they had ever kissed. It lasted until both were out of breath. Pam took his hand and led him back towards the hut.
As they neared the hut, John noticed she had cleaned the stones and put everything away. Her food was gone but he wasn't sure if she had eaten it or just discarded it. She pulled him to the hut entrance and inside. The last rays of the sun were casting long shadows on everything as they disappeared inside.
Pam motioned for John to sit on the bed. He watched as she unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it from her shoulders. Her magnificent breasts stood proud and firm on her tan torso. The once bright pink nipples were getting browned by the constant sun.
"Pam, we don't have;”
She motioned for him to be quiet and dropped the thong bottom of her bikini to her feet and stepped from it. She was naked like a goddess before him. John's cock stirred as if of its own will. He didn't want this to be about sex but she clearly wanted to make love. If what they had before had been just sex, he knew this time they would make love.
Pam came to him like a beautiful vision. They held each other and kissed deeply, passionately, and ardently. There was no rush. No hurried lust or wanton need. It was beautiful, slow, and tender lovemaking. They kissed and held each other for a long time. Eventually Pam helped him remove his boxers and they lay together on the bed. His cock was painfully hard but he didn't move to enter her, only to play with her breasts and kiss her deeply.
He moved to go lower, to pleasure her with his mouth, but she stopped him. She reached for him and guided him onto top of her. He entered her slowly. She was wet and ready and they both felt every inch as he slowly eased inside her. When he bottomed out, they waited together and enjoyed the pleasure of their coupling. The muscles of Pam's sex started to flex, giving him pleasures he couldn't describe. John slowly eased from her, only to reenter just as slowly.
Their lovemaking was slow and tender. They took what seemed like hours to build to a steady rhythm. Pam came first. It wasn't one of the mind-bending orgasms they had had together before but in many ways it was better. It was an orgasm of love, of pleasure between a man and a woman that was complete, fulfilling, and real. They savored each other and the pleasure their bodies felt.
Pam came again and John could feel the telltale rumbling in his balls. He would have liked to make love to her like this forever but his body was consumed with desire for her. He wanted to continue to pleasure her but now he wanted to join with her in consummating their love. He moved faster inside her. He waited as if he had all the time and strength in the world for her pleasure to match his. Soon she joined him on the crest of the wave of love and bliss they both felt.
They built to a mutual orgasm that was deep and fulfilling. John managed to hold off until Pam kissed him and came once again. When he felt her vaginal muscles milking his cock and her juices surrounding his buried cock, he came with a torrent. He groaned to match her sounds and unleashed a lava flow of seed into her unprotected womb. They fused together as if one and let the exquisite pleasure wash over them.
When they were done, neither made any move to part. They stayed like that until their breathing returned to normal and through many loving kisses and caresses. Perspiration made their bodies' slick and wet between them but they lay enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking. Neither spoke but their eyes and kisses told them both the same story.
Eventually John cock slipped from inside her as if a signal that it was truly finished. Their lovemaking was done for the moment but not their love. They continued to kiss and hold each other. Words seemed unnecessary as they gazed into each other's eyes and knew now there was something real between them that neither could deny even if they wanted to. But neither did. They had to be together always.
To be continued in part 5. By BlewWater69, for Literotica.