Jellyfish Moon

The light of the full moon turned the still surface of the fjord into liquid silver. The sound of the water clapping on the boats mixed with the cries of the seagulls to a romantic symphony. From time to time a passing cloud caused the moon to disappear, giving the whole a spooky note. Svea felt as if she were in a picture of Caspar David Friedrich. The bridge, at the end of which she sat, to close her last day of leave, was long. Even if you descended the ladder at its end, the water reached the throat just a hundred yards from the shore. Therefore, as in a belt parallel to the beach, the boats of the holiday home owners were anchored, which could be reached so comfortably and protected by high rubber boots.

Svea had found the rest in the last week, which she so desperately needed. Long beach walks, reading and swimming had been one of their main activities. As her holiday home was directly on the waterfront, she could drink a glass of wine on her terrace in the evening and watch the darkness sink down over the fjord. On this last evening, she wanted to be a little closer to nature, so she had chosen the place at the end of the bridge.

Only when the steps were already very close, did the Svea, who was sunk in thought, realize that someone was approaching. Frightened, she drove around and recognized the young Danes, who, together with his father, ran the shop and the snack bar on the beach. She had daily fresh rolls, her wine and what else she needed, and he had always been particularly courteously served by him. Since he spoke German like many Jütländer, a short conversation had occured here and there. Now he greeted them, pointing to a boat moored near the footbridge. “Would you like a small bakery?” He held a bottle of wine and a bath towel in his hand. Svea said spontaneously.

In the moonlight, her facial features seemed even more striking, his eyes shone even more intensely, and under the skin of his naked arms were muscles peaked, either by physical work or regular fitness training. Gunnar, so he had imagined, had a little easier with his short pants to wade through the water to the boat. Svea had no choice but to take off her jeans and follow him in a tight panty. When he helped her in the boat, his hand stalked his buttocks unintentionally, whereupon a tingling sensation followed, and then a goose bumps that had nothing to do with the cold of the water. You can tell that I have not had sex for a long time, Svea thought, and dropped to the wooden ship’s bench. That is, she was about to sit, she felt gripped by her arm, and Gunnar handed her the towel to make her feel more comfortable.

When Svea pointed to her jeans, he only said it was difficult in the wobbly boat to put on the pants, just to take them off again when they had to walk back to the footbridge. The Svea glowed and she wrapped his towel like a skirt around her hips. He smiled at her with a subtle glance and mocked the corners of his mouth. “I was hoping you’d let me enjoy the sight of your beautiful legs a bit longer.” Svea was glad the cloud, which was just covering the moon, hid her blushing. She had not been a man for a long time. At all, this Beau was certainly a few years younger than her.

His gaze, as he handed her the red wine bottle, made her more insecure. It was the sight of a hunter who signaled to the chosen game: you will not escape me! But instead of fear, Svea felt only an increasingly tingling sensation between her legs. Without a word, they pushed the bottle back and forth several times, and only their eyes explored the other as if they were hoping to find answers to unsolicited questions.

Svea had time to let his face work. He was a handsome man, no doubt. No soft features, which made the faces of so many blurred into the approximate. A certain hardness and determination was reflected between the powerful brows under the high, angular forehead. The still slightly mocking train about his, in contrast, standing soft, full mouth, tempered the severity however somewhat. His blond hair was only stubby, a stone in his left earlobe flashed, giving him a daring look. From his eyes spoke ill-concealed greed, and the latter became more and more evident as the bottle changed between them.
 
 
He now took the anchor with strong movements and took the helm. Svea was glad not to be so directly and unintentionally exposed to his gaze. The tingling sensation between her legs had now given way to a throb, which grew stronger and stronger. She felt the blood flow in her center of excitement, as her lips filled with him, clinging and demanding. No longer long, and a wet spot on her panties would be a traitorous testimony to her excitement. Only good I got the towel, she thought, while Gunnar dipped the rudders into the glistening wet with smooth movements and kept farther and farther away from the shore. Her silence had already lasted for too long, as it could now have been broken by some verbal banality. She saw some glittering drops on his upper arm and face, wondering if it was water or sweat.

In short, she imagined how her tongue would lick these drops. They would be salty in both cases. Gunnar had stopped with rowing and looked at her again so strangely. As if waiting for a sign. She handed him the half-bottle, and he drank some of his features. He put his head back and closed his eyes with pleasure. Svea saw his Adamsapfel bounce and had to swallow as well. Before he gave her the bottle, he playfully twisted his tongues around the opening and looked at her intently.

Svea noticed how her nipples straightened under the T-shirt and was sure that this too was not hidden from him. She realized that she was at his mercy, and that she had always wanted that. The tension between their bodies, half a meter apart, was to take on something material. It is as if electrical discharges occur unceasingly. “Undress yourself!” His voice sounded calm and did not tolerate any contradiction. Svea knew that it would have been childish to adorn herself now. After all, her eyes had been an open book for him. Without a word, she pulled up her T.Shirt, and while she stretched the breasts more than necessary, she enjoyed the moment when the fabric covered her face and she offered her upper body, stiff erect nipples, and goose-skin of excitement to his gaze.

Suddenly his grip on her hands crossed over her head, and she felt through the thin fabric his hard tongue at her mouth. “Stay the way you are!” He commanded her, while his tongue tipped down her overstretched neck. Svea suddenly saw herself from the outside. She saw her stretched posture, her hands, worshiped over her head, the head covered with white fabric, and the man’s body kneeling before her in the boat, ready to walk with his tongue toward her small firm breasts. “You’re beautiful as a young girl,” he thrust out between two tongues and slowly orbed his left nipple, before devoting himself to her sister in the same provocatively slow manner. The condition of her forced blindness, the portrayed image from the point of view of cold aesthetics (she thought of the photographs of Annie Leibovitz, who had seen her in Louisiana), the anticipation of what was coming, all increased her excitement.

She felt the juices run out of her cunt, and as he bit her surprise into her nipple, she groaned loudly and lustfully. Now he allowed her to strip the shirt and ordered her to take the towel from her hips and lay on the narrow wooden bench. Then he gave her to understand that she was about to lie down. Behind the bench stood a plastic canister on which she could lay her head and arms. Again she did not see him, did not know how he looked at her and what was happening behind her back. A cold trickle poured on her back, which was immediately licked by his warm tongue. She remembered that the wine bottle was not quite empty. The second time, he poured the wine a bit further down, so he would take the path between his buttocks if he had not been hit by her panties before. But Gunnar pulled her down with a single handle so that the moisture could flow freely between the hills. His tongue followed her, lingering playfully at the entrance of the valley, and Svea could not prevent her butt lifted and stretched longingly towards his mouth.

But not what was hoped for, but something unexpectedly unexpected, made her frightened. Suddenly a little damp and cold clapped on her butt. The surprise was bigger than the pain, and immediately she was so whipped. But from what? Now, this little something, gentle and caressing, drove her back up and down again, between her cheeks and the burning grotto. Now that she had switched all the sensors of her skin to the highest reception, she knew what was the matter: it was an algae, one of those slimy plants with dozens of ramifications and air globules everywhere in the cartilaginous leaves. But his mouth was already on her skin. Caressing, asking for forgiveness, whether the sneaky surprise.

His fingers suddenly searched the way to the impatiently aching center of their lust. And what a finger! With one hand he rubbed her clit, which now felt hard and stiff like her nipples dangling between the board and the canister. He pushed the other man into her hole, which was invitingly wide. Svea’s breath went quickly and jerks, and she realized she was heading for the orgasm. But suddenly Gunnar, as if he noticed this and was not willing to accept it, withdrew from her, and before she came to turn or protest, she felt something sticky-clumsy at her pussy, and she felt like a flash Drive through her brain, down the spine. Gunnar’s other hand massaged her back, where he ended and his voice sounded soothing and soothing at the same time: “Let yourself go, just enjoy and give yourself to your lust!” It was incomparable, Svea had not experienced anything similar, so it was as if her whole abdomen had been filled with sensors that were stimulated at the same time. Geiler than the craziest vibrator, so horny that one could lose the mind. But this abruptly stopped again when she realized what Gunnar was doing to her grotto: it was a jellyfish, a living one! With a sharp scream she pulled away his hand and he laughed the unusual pleasure object in the water. Svea sat back on the board and Gunnar suggested swimming a few rounds. This came very close to her need to clean herself, and so she jumped bravely into the cold water. From there she saw Gunnar take off the shirt and then the shorts and panties. His erect cock made her shudder in anticipation. After she had fled, and he had soon caught her, they embraced and kissed passionately in the water. “Have you ever done it in the sea?” He whispered in her ear. She shook her head. He pointed to a buoy that was not far away. “There is a sandbank, let us swim!”

The water flooded the highest point of the sandbank by only a few centimeters. Svea urged Gunnar to sit down and kneel before him to give new food to his desire. She had the need to be active herself, even if she had enjoyed her previous part very much. Gunnar kissed only tenderly, then demanding passionately. Finally, she showed a brief grasp that his best piece was already rising in the morning. Slowly she sat down on his pile and enjoyed the feeling of penetrating him centimeters. Gunnar groaned softly and held her hands with her hands, which she now moved up and down. Her feet and knees had dug into the sinking sand, and the softly rushing sea water washed around her basin. The moon shone its bodies in an almost supernatural light. As she had rhythmically moved for a few minutes, he lifted her from his lap, as if she were a feather, and asked her to lean on her hands and knees.

As he penetrated from behind, he stroked her clitoris with one hand, massaging her rosette with the other. It was an intoxicating feeling and Svea drove inexorably to an orgasm. Not far from her was the silver track that the moon conjured up on the water, and the strange man pushed incomprehensible words behind him in his mother’s speech, as he tightened his spear into her, and that the clapping of her naked bodies had long since fallen on all the other noises Overpowered. Shortly after she had screamed her lust loudly into the night, she felt a hot rain fall on her back and both sank exhausted into the water-flooded soft sand.