The Rock Pool
written by:
bec

There was a promise of heat in the air, and the morning was still early. Justine walked along the deserted beach, revelling in the solitude and the vast expanse of open ocean over her left shoulder. It was mid summer, and another hot day was in store. But at this early hour, before the sun crested the far horizon, the breeze was still cool. It tousled her long blond tresses. She loved these early walks on her own. Time to think without the distraction of holiday makers who flocked here every Summer.

Justine lived here. She owned a popular little restaurant in the town. She had always dreamed of running her own restaurant, and when the inheritance had come through, she was able at last to realise her dream. She wouldn't open until 11 o'clock. The lunchtime crown would start to drift in soon after, and she would not close until late that night. The hours were long during the holiday season. Her early morning walks on the beach were her only real chance to be on her own for a little while, and the treasured them.

Justin's mother was from one of the Pacific islands off Australia's North East Coast. Her father was a third generation Australian, whose grandparents had immigrated from Scotland many years before. The result of the mixed marraige was a very pleasing result indeed. Her coffee coloured brown skin and her beautiful face under tresses of long wavey hair made her a very beautiful young woman. Wistfully beautiful, someone had once said.

It had been a long time since her divorce from Tom. Although in some ways it seemed like yesterday. A year and 2 months. They had separated 12 months before that, and she had gone for the divorce just as soon as the law allowed. She had loved him. She had trusted and respected him. He had been her soul mate and lover. Justine was 19 when they had married. Against her family's advice of course. She was too young, too immature, too inexperienced, too everything as far as they were concerned. The fact that her parents and her brother didn't trust him only spurred her on to prove them all wrong.

That had been seven years ago. At 26 she was a much wiser individual, or so she liked to think. Thank God there were no children involved, she often consoled herself. But even now, she couldn't help musing on the past and what might have been. She had been a virgin when they'd met. She wasn't when they married. She had not been with another man since, and had no real wish to. She was content with her life. She had done a good job of convincing herself. More than one of the local lads had made a play for her affections. All had failed.

Owen had established his accountancy business around the time she opened the restaurant. It was a good move on his part. A holiday town that flourished for 7 months of the year needed a professional. He handled at least half the businesses in town, and made more than enough to cover the quiet Winter season. Owen was a serious sort of man. A quiet thinker who when he spoke was worth listening to. His wife of 11 years had been killed in a boating accident some time back, and he did a good job bring up young Caitlin and Travis. They were still in primary school, and he always managed to see them off in the morning and to be there for them when they got home.

His house was only a 10 minute walk away from the restaurant, and he was a regular there, often bring the kids in for dinner on a Friday night. That was a treat. Dinner out at the end of the week. Owen had turned 40 recently, and had celebrated with a few friends at the Beachcomber's Den. That was the name of Justine's restaurant. She had bought him a bottle of champagne to celebrate, and had been invited to join them. He'd taken some good natured ribbing from his friends when the attractive and available owner had wished him a happy birthday, and left the champagne on the table. As she turned to attend to other customers, she hadn't noticed his appraising look. His friends had. When their comments had become a little more ribald with the champagne, he had cut them short. Justine had not been unaware of their comments, or his gentlemanly response.

She had accepted a dinner date with him once, at the country club. A very chic and expensive venue. Apart from the usual casual encounters in the Beachcomber's Den, and meetings at the local chamber of commerce, nothing more had developed. She was very aware of his presence when he was around, and she had to admit to herself that he was not only a very good looking man. He was also an intelligent and thoughtful one. Considerate. Decent. That was it. Decent, and he made her laugh. Something she had not done a lot of for some years now. And she liked the two children. He was doing his very best for them, and she respected him for that. The 14 year age difference appealed to her. She felt comfortable with him. He was a good friend. Reliable and trustworthy. Like a faithful dog. She blushed at the thought. It wasn't worthy of her.

The great orange orb burst into the morning sky, and she felt the warmth on her skin. Up ahead, maybe a couple of hundred metres away, a figure materialised out of the rocky outcrop that at high tide, separated the beach into two. She shaded her eyes with her hand and felt a thrill of surprise to make out Owen's form. He recognised her at the same moment and increased his step to meet her.

They each express their surprise at meeting the other. He had a towel thrown over his shoulder, and had obviously been taking an early morning dip. Justine was wearing a loose fitting dress, but she had a two piece bathing suit underneath, just in case she decided on a swim herself. She had to admit to herself, he was a damn good looking man. The chestnut coloured hair on his chest glistened in the sun's light. There was no sign of a paunch in his flat belly. This was the first time she had seen him just in bathers. They were tight on him too, and wet from his swim. His maleness was not entirely unobserved, either. She quickly averted her eyes, but not before he'd caught the appraising glance.

This was the the first time they had been alone together. Really alone, without anyone else around. She felt his presence, and the little spasm deep in her abdomen startled her. She was acutely aware of his gaze as she unbuttoned the dress and slipped it off. She tossed it onto the sand where the spiky native grass petered out. He threw his towel beside it, and with a cry of "Last one in is a rotten egg!" he dashed the twenty of so metres into the surf, with Justine determined to get there first.

She toppled over as the waves hit her midriff, and he grabbed an arm to help her up. Despite the long Summer heat, the water was frigid, and she gave a squeal as it enveloped her. They dived headlong into the waves. Both were strong swimmers, but Owen soon outdistanced her. "Show off!" she shouted. He swam back to her, glorying in the surge and power of the surf. They swam together towards the rocky outcrop. He told her of a sheltered rock pool that had formed in the rocks millenia ago, and taking her hand, he lead her out of the surf and across the slippery rocks. Hand in hand, they steadied each other over the rocks on bare feet.

The pool was big. She had seen it before of course, but didn't spoil his "discovery." A shallow gradient led down into the still waters of the pool, and they were soon immersed. The water was warmer than the open surf, still holding the heat of yesterday's sun. They swam and floated on their backs, frolicking like children. He dived and she felt a hand grasp her leg. He surfaced beside her, laughing, and flicked the water from his eyes. She splashed him deliberately and they laughed.

They were standing on the sandy bottom of the pool, almost touching. His eyes met hers. All traces of their carefree behaviour vanished with the intimacy of the moment. She felt his arm encircle her waist, drawing her to him. Any thought of resistance simply wasn't there. The distant roar of the surf and the cries of the ever hungry gulls formed a symphony as his lips met hers. She closed her eyes and embraced him expectantly. His kiss became more insistent. She opened her mouth to his. She met his tongue with her own and pushed her hips forward. She felt his hardening manhood against her stomach, and the years of pent up frustration and denial flooded to the surface in an overwhelming surge.

"Justine, I've wanted you for so long!" He gasped as he took his mouth away from hers for a moment.

"Then take me!"

He lowered his head and pressed his lips to the top of her breasts, just above the low cut bikini top. She threw her head back, savouring his warmth on her skin. Fingers fumbled with the clasp. Urgent fingers. Without conscious thought, Justine reached down and grasped his rampant penis through his swimmers. His obvious need excited her even more, and she helped him pull down the bikini bottom. She grasped the top of his bathers and yanked them down, freeing his questing member. Holding the garments in her hand, she flung both arms around his neck, and in the buoyancy of the water, encircled her legs about his hips.

Owen gripped her buttocks and she felt his penis nudge her opening vulva. Oh how she ached to feel him enter her! Her oh so controlled existence had evaporated and she longed to have this man inside her. She didn't have to wait long. With a fluid movement, Owen lowered her onto his waiting penis and cried out with the exquisite sensation of sliding full length into her silken sheath. He felt her heat, and thrust his hips up, deepening the penetration.

"Fuck me!" The words shocked her own ears. Then again. "Fuck me!" But this time the words carried real urgency. Owen heaved and strained as he stroked her smooth vagina with his straining penis. Justine felt the rigid swollen glans stretching her, shaping her silken depths. It had been so long! So long, and never had she felt this wild abandon before. This burning need to satiate her womanhood!

"So good!" His words were husky and deep. "Oh God, you feel so good!" Justine's wanton lust heightened his own and he speared her again and again. Deep, powerful and deliberate thrusts, born of his own suppressed hunger. With fingers entwined behind his neck, Justine fell back from him, pushing down hard on his penis. Her full, round breasts with their dark reddish brown nipples that had almost doubled in size, bounced with each heaving inward thrust. She felt a finger probe insistently into her tight little sphincter, and her heels kicked and pummelled his buttocks as her climax built in her. Her primeval scream pierced the air and was answered by the distant gulls.

A million lights flared and exploded in her, searing her very soul. The sensations went on and on, wave after indescribable wave as Owen's rhythmic thrusting became more and more urgent and he strained inside her for depth. He felt his legs begin to buckle as the surge of release swelled his penis to even greater dimensions, and he ejaculated powerfully in her.

Surge after exquisite surge, as he emptied himself into her body. The vague and fleeting thought that he could not remember ejaculating with this intensity, passed through his fevered brain. Still he was not done. Another welling, surging gush and he flooded her with the cream of his longing yet again.

She felt him spasm and convulse inside her and for this moment in time, the entire universe existed only in their coupling flesh. He didn't think it possible, but another onrushing jet of semen shot from him, and she felt his hot fluid literally hit the neck of her open womb.

Owen still clasped her buttocks firmly. The fingerprints of his ardour would be apparent there for days to come. Gradually, Justine felt him soften inside her, and reluctantly released him. The opalescent cloud of their combined fluids floated to the surface. Still grasping her bikini and his swimmers, she unwound her legs and stood shakily on the sandy floor.

They stood in wordless wonder, regaining their breath. He led her to the edge of the rock pool and they climbed out on unsteady legs. They faced each other in the shade of the rock overhang. As one, they laughed. At first with uncertainty. Then with unrestrained release. They laughed and held each other from falling. Tears welled in Justine's eyes and streaked her cheeks. Owen had not shed a tear since his wife died, but he did now. These were not tears of mourning. Unabashed joy consumed them both in their nakedness on that beach that warming Summer's morning, as they announced their new found union to the world.