Adataata Anĝusi Rock
Most people called it The Rock, but the old, sun burnt, man on the dock had pointed up to it, and said, "There, Adataata Anĝusi Rock." We both followed his finger, pointing up at what looked like a sheer rock cliff. I heard a female voice, behind the old man. "You're in love. Good." I turned to her, and so did my friend. We both smiled at the old, sun toasted woman, she nodded back at us. She smiled warmly, her face, mostly native Aleut, though her cheekbones had some of the Russian features that many in the part of the world also carried. Caught staring at her, I felt my face flush.
"For you, a secret: this place is magic." I turned back to the old man speaking softly, almost reverently, "Few know of it now, but for generations it has held a magic. Take this cart," pointing to the golf cart at the marina check in office, "and drive up the back path. Follow the blue signs marked Private. They'll take you there." I thanked the man, wondering which looked more craggy, him or the rock face above us on the mountain?
I had spent the better part of an hour, checking into the marina, paying, arranging for fuel, and a few supplies, with him. I spoke most of that time. He said, "OK" ten or twenty times, and that's it. Those three sentences were the most I had heard him speak in the past hour.
As we climbed in, I noticed my lady friend had grabbed a bottle of lemonade, some crackers, and a block of cheese from the dockside store. The ride was short and bumpy along a rather steep narrow tree lined path. As it leveled out, we passed an old wooden one room cabin, looked to be abandoned. After the cabin, it opened to a small grassy plain, overlooking the whole anchorage. Both of us sat in silence, taking it all in.
I laid out the blanket I brought with me, and she set the few nibbles down. Both of our hands reached for each other at the same time as we walked to the edge of the cliff, overlooking the sea below. I could spot Blue's Dream, nestled in among the large fishing boats, and tiny personal skiffs, in the marina. All tolled, maybe 30 boats.
We had an hour, before the clouds set in, so we sat, and watched. We could see seals in the harbor, some darker shadows in the deeper waters, which I believe, were whales, wandering. Surrounded on all sides with massive sheer mountain walls, the water below was still, like glass. Only a careful look would show the path a boat took to get out to open seas, far off to the left among rock formations.
I felt her behind me, leaning, her hands around my chest. It had been a few days, since she and I had last been intimate. Her hands were a tell, clearly. I stood still, allowing her, her fun. Truth be told, I was enjoying it much more that I admit. Normally I am a shy person, introverted by nature. She made me crazy, excited, and fulfilled all at once.
I felt her hands, running in my hair, at the back of my head, my head, instinctively tilted. Her mouth used the opening for kisses, below my ear. No idea how long, those kisses happened, but soon enough, I slowly spun, to face her. My kisses started on her own ear, and neck. She stood in front of me now, facing the ocean, her eyes closed, head tilted sideways, too.
I could feel the sun, to the west, on us, still strong through the coming clouds.
More kisses, long her neck, and my hands, roamed, along her sides, to her waist. One hand traveled back up, across a breast, to her chin, turning her, to me. My lips opened, grabbed her lower lip, and nibbled, teasing. More kisses, mouth opened, wet, soft kisses, along her jawline. Sometimes, taking in her lips, sometimes, teasing, but slowly, each kiss, more hungry. Wanting...
My lower hand, cupped her bottom, and pulled her to me. My raised, upper hand, running through her hair, mimicking hers, earlier. My fingers, tracing from deep within, to the very ends. Each time, my kisses more hungry on her mouth.
Slowly, we ended up, on our knees, facing the ocean, her in front, me behind her. I grabbed her hips, and pulled her back to me. My hands, back to her waist, thumbs and then, fingers, inside her waistband. They met little resistance, as I slipped her yoga pants, down, past each knee, until she was kneeling before me, bottomless, in my grasp. My own pants, unbuckled, discarded, too.
A few furtive movements, and I could feel myself, the tip, against her. I parted her, and backed off. Again, a little pressure, and eased. My hands on her hips, directing her. After a few more, slow partial penetrations, and withdrawals, I eased into her. Her breath expelled, and her head hung down, at that feeling or pressure, filling her.
My hips moved, back, the feeling of dragging, pulling back, and pushing in. Steadily increasing pace. My hands, roamed her back, and finally, ended in her hair. I grabbed a handful, tight in my grip, not pulling, but tight. I felt the control, she felt the pressure. Our pace, steadily increasing. Her hair, grabbed in my fists, pulled now, for real. Her hips slamming back into me. I was close to losing control.
That pressure, building deep within me... waves building in both if us. Finally the big wave, washing over us, and the next thing I knew, I heard two screams of pleasure, one ripped from deep within her, as her head tilted back. As we settled, slowing our pace, and drifting back down, I became aware of another presence. I looked off a short distance, and saw the sun drenched, craggy old man, and that equally old lady, similar Aleut features, of sun, wrinkles, and crooked face. Both were naked, intertwined, on an old fur, presumably seal. Both covered with another old fur blanket.
After a short while, she spoke to us, startling my new friend. "This is where we first met, here, on Adataata Anĝusi, Old Man's Rock. It has been in my family's name for generations. My grandmother's grandmother first met her husband, here, too. We honor their spirits, and show only those who are in love, this spot." She smiled bright white teeth against her tanned hide of skin. "It has the same affect on you, as it did them!" she laughed. "He called me, when he saw you two walking the docks. We knew the spirit's magic would hit, you too!"
"I tell him, not as often as I wish, but I tell him, Let's go to Adataata Anĝusi, grab my hair in your fist,
and I shall scream to wake the spirits!" Smiling warmly at her,
I noticed the content, shy smile on my friend's face, matching the old woman.
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Previous Chapters
Ch. 18 Home For The Weekend
Ch. 17 Remain Still - Don't Move
Ch. 16 The Best Discovery
Ch. 15 I Can Do What I Want
Ch. 14 Nervous Like A Cat
Ch. 13 A Beautiful Tail
Ch. 12 Bully Bully
Ch. 11 Rough hands
Ch. 10 After Midnight
Ch. 9 Bored Stiff
Ch. 8 Sheep In Wolf's Den
Ch. 7 Let Loose All Dock Lines
Ch. 6 Pearls And A Tan
Ch. 5 The Whole Shebang!
Ch. 4 Peals Of Laughter
Ch. 3 I Can't Help Falling In Love
Ch. 2 All Curves, and a Dream
Ch. 1 Navigating Life With Dad
This post is an entry into MarianneWest's 5 Minute Freewrite!
I feel I cheated somewhat, as I went well over the 5 Minute... but,
I adhere to the spirit... sit down and write. Let it flow.
Anyone can enter, check out her link and Let your inner creative self WRITE!
To the animals and birds around me
to put more plants in than I take out
And be a good steward for the world around me!
Story first published by me, on On Uptrennd
