Depths of Desire

The Island

The sunlight broke through gaps in the windows and stirred me from my sleep. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. The sun flickered across my eyes making me squint, I could see the same outline of the bulky man from the night before.

            He moved closer to my makeshift bed and sat down next to me. His body came back into focus, I looked up to his face. His dark eyes pierced into me and spoke “You were found in the sea. What do you remember?”, his voice was kind.

“I think I was on a cruise and then next thing I know I was in the sea. I don’t know if I fell or was pushed”.

            “I rang the authorities last night, they said they’ll come today. You need to tell them everything. I suggest you rest some more”.

“Your English is good” I said, “It’s Diego, isn’t it? I’m sure your dad told me”.

Diego smiled “Yes that’s right. I went to school in America and came back to the island to look after my dad”.

            “Where is he. I’d like to thank him for saving me” I said, I really was thankful for Rodriguez’s help in saving my life.

“He is out fishing. He’ll be gone all day” he answered softly, “Please rest” he begged.

I couldn’t rest I still had questions. “Where am I?” I asked. 

“You are on my island, Cayo Playas de Chocho Blanco” he beamed as he spoke, his accent sparking into life when Spanish was spoke.

            “But…Where is that? I mean…Where am I exactly?” I was beginning to become a little frightened.

“It’s between The Keys and Cuba. You’re safe now, you don’t have to be scared” he could see I was visibly upset.

He placed his hand on my back, it was heavy and large. He gently rubbed my back and repeated “You’re safe now, you have no need to fear, okay?”.

            His comforting words eased me slightly, he asked if I wanted a drink. I nodded.

He walked into his small kitchen and after a little while I could smell the distinctive aroma of fresh coffee being brewed. He came back through with two cups of the steaming drink. It tasted good I told him as I sipped the hot coffee. We sat in silence as we drank, eventually Diego stood up and turned to me “I have work, please rest. I’ll be in the fields” pointing to the back of the house.

            As he left the room, I tried to sleep on the sofa, but my head was still buzzing with questions. I kept thinking who had done this to me. After an hour of sitting on the sofa in silence I got up and wandered to the back of the house. I could see Diego digging the ground. He was shirtless, his rippling muscles beaded in sweat, contracted with each movement. My body gave me that familiar sting of excitement as I watched him from the window. I moved my hand into my panties and began to slowly touch my p***y. Gently flicking my c******s, I started to move my fingers in a circular motion, slow at first. My eyes not moving from the behemoth of a man. I moved my hand faster, I could hear the squelching sound of my wet p***y as my excitement grew.

            Diego turned around and could see me watching from the window. He could my arm jerking. He threw his spade down and marched back to the house. I quickly removed my hands from my panties, I was frozen.

            He opened the door, “Like what you saw?” he said grinning.

I blushed and nodded slowly, he took my hand and put my wet fingers in his mouth and tasted my wetness. He dropped his trousers and his large c**k swayed with perpetual motion. It was the biggest and girthiest c**k I had ever laid my eyes upon. He pushed my head down and guided my mouth towards it. I could barley fit it inside my mouth, I sucked on the tip, and stretched my mouth over the head. He gasped out as I immersed myself on his c**k. I gripped my hand onto his shaft, my hand barely covering the circumference and jerked his c**k in my mouth as I grappled with sucking the ever swelling head.

            He lifted me up from the floor and led me to his bedroom, he laid on his bed and pulled me on top of him. I removed my dress and perched myself above his c**k, with a free hand I guided his girthy swollen c**k into my tight wet p***y. I moaned out as he entered me. I lowered myself down and rocked back and forth.

             With each movement my p***y continued to tighten further. Diego thrusted into me as I pushed down, his c**k glistening from my moisture.

            I soon was in full elation; the euphoria could be heard ringing out from my moans. Diego moved his hands to grip my ass tight, as he did this, I gasped out again. I could feel his c**k twitch inside me, I knew he was about to unleash his orgasm, his thrusts became more rapid and harder. I could no longer hold on, my p***y gripped tight onto Diego’s hard c**k, suddenly every muscle loosened in my body. My p***y started to contract as my orgasm erupted and I bellowed out. I gasped for air, the force of my orgasm had knocked me for six.

                        Diego pulled his c**k from inside me and got up, he held his throbbing c**k in his hand and aimed for my mouth. I opened my mouth waiting. Then I felt the warm liquid splash on my tongue and run down my chin. In spurts he shot his load onto my waiting tongue. I moved my mouth over the tip and sucked. I could see he was in heaven, his eyes were shut tightly, and his face was looking up to the ceiling, his breathing was shallow. His hand held tight onto my shoulder, gripping my skin.

            He got up from his bed and cleaned himself up with a discarded towel from the floor. He dressed himself and without saying a word went back to his work.

I found the bathroom and quickly cleaned myself up too. I put my clothes back on and went back into the front room. I didn’t see Diego for a few hours, not until his dad came back from the fishing trip.

            As Rodriguez walked through the door, he was accompanied by two policemen. They sat down next to me and started to question me.

            “Hola, why were you in water?” the first one asked in broken English, his thick neck and stomach wobbling and he spoke.

“I…I…don’t know” I cried, “I think I was pushed!” I called out.

The second police officer who was a lot thinner than the first leant in to me “Why would anyone do that?” his English was far more understandable than the other officers.

            I cried again, “I don’t know. All I remember is talking to an old friend on the ship and then finding myself in the sea”.

The first policeman then said again “But why?”.

I could tell this was going nowhere. “Look” I said hotly, “I was either pushed by my husband or an old friend”.

            The two police men looked at each other, the fatter one whispered something in Spanish in to the thinner one’s ear. The thinner policeman then nodded and turned to me, “Why would your husband or a friend push you. What did you do?”

I couldn’t believe I was being integrated like a criminal, what did I do? I thought to myself.

“I didn’t do anything!” I pleaded, “My husband is f*****g jealous. My old friend, Mike, tried to kiss me and I rejected him. So, either Mike pushed me because I rejected his advances or my husband, Steven, pushed me because he thought I was cheating on him”.

            The fatter policeman asked, “Do you cheat on husband often?”.

My mouth was open in shock. “How dare you” I shrieked, “That’s none of your business” I said, pointing aggressively at the police man.

The thinner policeman said “I think Officer Santos is trying to establish, if there was reason for this attack. I’m sure he meant no offence”.

I tried to understand, and I nodded, “Please, help me get home” I begged.

            “What’s your name and where do you live?”, I answered the policeman, he made notes in his notebook. “Bree, I am Officer Garcia, I will help you okay. You can come with us to the station. We will take more details and get in touch with the American authorities and have you escorted home”.

            I thanked Rodriguez for his help and hugged him tight. I asked if Diego was nearby, “No. He is working” his dad said pointing to the fields.

            “Tell him I said bye and thank him too please” I asked. The old man nodded and gently patted my arm.

The two policemen led me to their patrol car, and I climbed in the back. Officer Garcia accelerated creating a small wheel spin sending sandy dust in the air. I sat back in the seat and looked out of the window. Eventually, I would be able to get back home and confront whoever it was who did this to me.