OCEAN EYES

Nightmares

I shouldn't have left her like that. f**k. It is killing me too with my erection that can't seem to deflate even when I have lied on this bed for an hour. I can't stop thinking about her. Damn Carol and her magical powers.

I am starting to think her wish is coming true of me dying of blue balls. It is after some minutes when I hear her door click locked. I shouldn't have started that game in the first place. I f*****g played with her and God knows how hard it affected me.

The feeling of her damp panties or her silk folds or her soft silky skin that smelled like ocean breeze and something sweet like caramel or chocolate. I can't concentrate on much sleeping when I hear the shower running.

When I hear her rushed breath over the water, I know I am in for a temptation and a payback.

Pulling away had proven to be the hardest thing already with those sweet voices she kept letting out. How she leant into me and opened her mouth slightly whenever I touched the right spot drove me to the brink of insanity.

Over and over, she continues to moan not even bothering to hide it. s**t! I cant control myself because I know the show is directed to me. I feel the need to reach and tug my boxers down and stroke my self at those most erotic sounds I have heard. I feel like budging in that room and now that u think of it, it makes sense.

What would I find? Would Carol be naked in that bath tub? Of course she would be. She would be splayed widely in the water and I would watch her p***y on display, those pink lips of her p***y covered with her juices. She would be touching herself and I would watch as she throws her head back enjoying the feeling of her fingers playing with her most intimate and sensitive parts.

I am not surprised my hand is under the waist band of my briefs and I am stroking myself at an insanely slow agonizingly painful speed. Her sounds are on full volume now and that is how I know it is close. I shamelessly stroke my hard rock d**k faster matching with her moans and purrs. I feel my self losing it with every stroke. I am imagining the things I will do when I finally have Carol under me.

Fuck. She will be quivering and asking for more as I move in and out of her drenched p***y. I will watch her milk me as I watch her perfect t**s bounce up and down when she rides me. I am close to my o****m with the tingling in my balls.

I know it is unethical of me but s**t, I think we are way past ethical now with whatever has been going on for the past hours. I am really paying for my sins and regretting why I had not just carried her to bed in the first place. Somehow this s****l tension is driving us to our limits and I am loving it.

She comes hard gasping my name and then the wave of pleasure hits me. I come hard on my palm and I swear I feel dizzy from the is sensation. My breathing is rugged and my vision blurry. That is by far one of the most intense orgasms I have had in years.

"Hope you liked it Callum. I can't stop thinking about your cock."

I know she is teasing me with the hint of playfulness in her voice but the thought of it being true excites me too.

"Did you come hard? I don't doubt that." she giggles. I feel a blush on my neck. Her words feel like she was watching me j******f. The thought of it being true brings my d**k to life. s**t!

The shower stops after a few minutes. I am starting to think I will burst if I don't get her tonight. It has been that long since I was with a woman. I think it was two years back on my holiday in Miami when I had gone to visit my sister there.

I don't remember her name very well but I think she was called Stacy or something like that. She had this blonde hair and the moment I spotted her in the club, I knew she was what I wanted. Perfect body, nice legs and perfect t**s, she was one hell of a conquest.

Visioning Carol's body, perfect round ass and t**s I could die for, she is exactly what I need. Stacy or any other woman I have met none compares to her. She is so different in so many ways from them and I am trying to figure out the reasons myself. Maybe I am getting this s*x tension and lust get to my head too much.

I don't know what to think but I wouldn't mind having her in my bed for the rest of my stay here. I am dreaming of that moment too. Tired of tossing around in bed, I get out of the sheets throw on my shirt and a pair of shorts. I head for the door making sure to make noise so as to wake Carol. I wouldn't want to give her the satisfaction that I couldn't sleep because I can't get her f*****g moans out of my head. It is after midnight and she might be asleep.

Succeeding on slipping out of my room, I walk down the corridor to the sitting room and then to the outside of the cabin. The strong chilly wind welcomes my hot body and the contrast makes me shiver a little. This is not compared to those cold nights in those foreign hills. It was hard to put up with it at first but then with time, I got used to it. Sometimes I would feel cold to the bone but nothing mattered when my life was already in pieces.

Watching and listening to the swashing of the trees seems more calming than rapid fires from M16s or those RPGs during a night attack. The sound was always defeating but in our own way, we learned to live with it like it was freaking music. I can feel it come back, the pain, the fears, everything.

I am just as far from that dead zone but I seem to not have really left when I remember that night, him, their cries. I should have done something to protect those ones I loved. Every time I remember those memories, I get a panic attack. I don't even have my pills on me or my inhaler.

I am suffocating. I can't feel the air in my lungs anymore. Everything is spinning and those memories keep tormenting me in my mind like they are fresh but amidst all my panic attack, I hear a small voice call my name.

"Callum," it calls a little louder and somehow it draws me from my road to blacking out. When I turn around to find the source of sound, I find a dazed Carol staring at me. s**t!

"I have been trying to call you but you have been screaming things and..."

"I am fine." I cut her off my voice hard and stern. I am being a jerk and I know it especially that she is trying to help me. Carol stiffens and I know my words are more rude than I want to admit.

"But you were..."

"I said I am fine." I snap. When I see her stiffen even more, I know how deeply I am hurting her feelings.

"You know you could be less of a jerk about it." I know she is right but right now is just not the right time.

When I watch her slam the front door angrily, I feel stressed allover a sudden. I just hurt her feelings by being a jerk to her. She is trying to be caring and what do I do? Flip at her like she is nothing.

I need to apologize to her now. f**k. I am just so full of s**t. This is why I need Carol as far away as possible from me. When I enter the cabin again, it is quiet and Carol is no where to be seen. She is probably in her room.

I walk slowly until I stop outside her room. I am having another panic attack just thinking of what I am going to say in case she even opens the door for me in the first place. I know she will need a little persuading. f**k it, I knock timidly and there is no answer.

"Carol. Can we please talk?" my voice is near begging.

After several minutes, the door clicks open and she peeks her head out. Yet again her round hazel eyes meet mine but this time with an intensity in them.

"I was a jerk outside there." I start. I am glad my voice is not quivering.

She doesn't say anything but continues staring at me.

"I am sorry okay. Jesus, I don't know how to do this. All I want you to know is that I didn't mean to snap at you or talk back like that. It is just it was.."

"A bad time?" she asks and I nod.

Her guard is down now. I can see it in her eyes.

"I am forgiving you on one condition." she murmurs.

I am willing to do anything for her to forgive me.

"And what is that?" I ask curiously.

"I want to know what the hell was happening to you outside there and don't you dare lie to me." The look in her eyes says it all, she is not backing out on her decision any time soon.

Teaser:

"I just hope you don't hate me tomorrow."