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Today
Sven the Elder & Teresa Birdsong
© January 1999.
Author's note: This story follows on from an earlier one, "Yesterday".
Although it stands alone, it may make better sense if "Yesterday" is
read first. It has been recently re-posted and may be found in the
ASSM archive.
This story contains words of a sexual nature and should not be read by
juveniles. If this means you, go away and read something else; you
shouldn't be here anyway. This is a work of fiction and in no way
portrays real life -- if you can't hack that, go lie down in a dark
room; the bad feelings will go away.
This work is copyright by the authors. You may download and keep one
copy for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail
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authors.
Today
Sven walked carefully down the narrow cliff path; it steepened
as it followed the curve of the bluff. As the trail swung round the
point of the headland, the view across the sands was finally exposed.
As always, he gasped at the suddenness of it all, then clutched at the
short grass of the steep bank to balance himself. Chuckling inwardly,
he remembered being steadier in the past. But then the past was over
thirty years ago, and in those days he had been like a mountain goat on
these rocky cliffs. Now it paid to be a little more cautious.
Sven thought back to earlier in the week, of Karen's invitation
to meet him, now that his wife of so many years had died. Then just
yesterday she had been so sympathetic and understanding when the dam had
finally broken and the pent-up emotion and tears had surfaced.
But today he felt different, cleansed, as the years fell away,
standing here on the path, looking down where Karen and he used to walk,
in the old days before he had left home and married someone else. Back
then, they had held hands, kissed, and cuddled as they followed the
shoreline. In his head he could hear their laughter as they splashed
through the shallows at the edge of the sea -- two miles of sea strand,
empty apart from some cows in the distance. Those halcyon days of
perpetual summer were still so real that in his mind he could smell the
sand and suntan oil; he could hear the sounds of the gulls and the
gentle crash of the summer waves breaking in the sheltered bay. He
laughed out loud; that last was still true, about the golden sand in an
incredible arc, devoid of people. There were still some cows visible;
some things never change.
Sven walked carefully on down to the beach and kicked his old
tennis shoes off, the sad dreams and events of the past few months
forgotten in the little-boy happiness of sand between his toes. Unable
to help himself, he skipped down to the sea edge. The water temperature
on his bare feet took his breath away; it might be July, it might be a
sunny morning, the Gulf Stream might even bathe this part of the West
Coast of Ireland, but it also moved up and down the coast erratically.
For sure, it was not coming ashore here today.
With the tide at flat low water, Sven walked below the cliffs,
round the fingers of rock jutting across the strand. Smiling at his
luck, he noticed that a big deep natural pool still formed between the
retreating tide and the edge of the rocks. He remembered the goosebumps
on Karen's skin and her laughing shrieks when he had dragged her in.
Sven tested the temperature with a toe; he thought 'to hell with it',
and, glancing about to confirm no one was in sight, he stripped off and
waded in. Not as cold as the open water, it still took his breath away
and shocked his nerves into pinpricks. He ducked his head under and
swam quickly the ten or fifteen yards up and back.
Clear of the water, he shook himself dry, feeling the worry and
grief of the last few weeks draining away, dripping from his fingertips.
He used his shirt as a makeshift towel before putting his shorts back
on. He walked quickly now, carrying his shoes, a purpose in his stride,
round the deserted rocks. He started to climb through the marram grass
on the sand hills beyond the cliffs. Though not very high, a couple of
hundred feet at most, it still left him hot and out of breath when he
reached the top. Pausing, he stood there, looking across the bay at the
far distant hills about twenty miles away. They shimmered a deep hue of
purple even though it was still early morning. Today would be a good
day.
Turning, Sven walked slowly along the narrow meandering trail
that followed the ridge of the dunes. Finally he came to his 'secret'
spot, right off to the side of the path; still high, but not the highest
point, it formed a little amphitheatre shape, perhaps ten feet across
and fifteen feet front to back. Its shape made it a natural lookout,
and even in the early morning it caught the sun's warmth. The wind
sighed gently in from the sea as Sven lay down, putting his pocket
binoculars to his eyes and scanning the seaside scene below. A couple
of small fishing boats close inshore were laying lines, while another
hauled a net, the screeching sound of attendant gulls faintly audible
downwind. In the distance, further down the beach, a lone golfer walked
with his dog, watched by the nosy cattle close by.
After a little while, comfortable and warm in the morning sun,
Sven dozed...
o - O - o
After their gentle love-making in the light of an early dawn,
Karen had fallen into a deep and contented sleep in Sven's arms.
Awakened a couple of hours later by the sound of a mewing gull on the
roof, Karen had been upset at first by Sven's absence; then, looking out
the window at the view that was below her eyrie, she laughed to herself
as she realised where he had gone. She had a quick shower and towelled
her hair dry before wandering around nude to let her skin dry. She sang
quietly to herself as she set the breakfast table and got things ready
for when they returned. Slipping on shorts and a t-shirt, she went out
and drove the short distance down to a small hidden lane that the locals
used as a short cut to the beach. Pausing, she took her car rug out;
the grass in the dunes could be prickly.
Karen quietly closed the car door and began climbing towards her
goal, hoping to be able to see Sven before he spotted her. She held her
breath as she peered over the lip of the half-hidden bowl. She smiled
as she was rewarded with the sight of Sven lying out, then she giggled
as she realised he was asleep.
Ducking back from the top, she glanced around and realised there
was no one else about so early. She slipped her shirt off, and then
followed it with her shorts so that she was quite naked. She hid her
clothes and the rug just below the lip of the bowl-shaped depression,
out of sight of Sven; whistling softly, she sauntered mischievously into
view.
Sven woke with a start at the sound of the intrusion. As he
glanced over his shoulder, his heart did a flip as he saw Karen, stark
naked; his jaw dropped in a perfect double-take. Struggling to regain
his composure, Sven said, "Hey, Aphrodite, the sea's way down there!"
Karen stood facing the morning sun and stretched upwards, then
said languidly, "On a morning like this, I want to worship the sun..."
Sven lay back on the grass and took in the beauty of the woman
who stood before him. Karen retained a sveltness that belied her years;
exercise and no children had helped. Like Sven, she was in her early
fifties, but still stunning. Sven's gaze shifted from the still firm,
petite breasts, across the flat stomach, to the naked confluence of her
thighs. He remembered that she had been shaved for a minor operation at
some stage in her younger life. Perversely, her pubic hair had never
grown back. It made her even more beautiful.
"Well, Apollo?" she teased.
"Truly you get lovelier and more stunning as time passes."
Karen twirled like a model showing off on a stage. Her curves
and shapeliness glowed in the golden light of the morning. As Sven got
to his knees before her, she gestured at his shorts. As he removed
them, she walked to the edge where she had left her things, bringing
them back into view. She spread the car blanket out for them to lie on.
Sven laughed as she put her clothes down.
"Ah! That spoils the illusion; I thought you walked all the way
here dressed only in that smile..."
Karen giggled coquettishly and stuck her tongue out in a gesture
that Sven remembered well. Kneeling on the rug in front of her, he
pulled her down to join him, eager to begin the dance they both so
obviously had in mind. Holding her head gently in both hands, he kissed
her face. Lost in the eroticism of the moment, Sven felt himself harden
in the sunshine and clear air of that mystical spot they had used to
meet in secret so long ago.
Sven's hands continued their caressing, across her breasts and
nipples, down over her stomach to the edge of where her thatch would
have begun, before working back upwards again. Karen tried to join in,
running her hands through his hair, but he gently put her hands back by
her sides.
"Just lie still..." he said.
This was Sven's moment, controlling the timing and motions of
what was to follow. He wanted to keep the pace slow, to savour the
moment and try and make it last an eternity. Gently he pushed Karen
onto the rug so she lay on her back, eyes closed, her nipples now hard
and casting shadows in the morning sun, the light bright and shining
in off the dappled sea.
Sven leaned forward, kneeling between her thighs, and kissed her
gently on the forehead. Again he kissed across her face to her mouth,
then downwards, his tongue flicking her erect nipples before trailing a
wet line across her stomach to the top of her vulva. She gasped as he
nipped her clit lightly between his teeth before lifting her legs gently
onto his shoulders and covering her awakening mound completely with his
mouth. She quivered and then bucked underneath him as he wiped his
tongue through the delicious nectar of her aroused centre, her wonderful
taste and tanginess reminding him again of the taste and smell of the
sea below them.
Sven played homage to that arousal and drank at that glorious
fountain, until Karen pulled him away, unable to stand any more of the
sensations that were making her cry out and grab at his back and
shoulders. He paused for a second to savour the view of the fiery red
of her entrance; then she held his penis and guided him into her body
with both hands. Sven gazed deep into Karen's hazel eyes.
"Karen, do you remember...?"
Karen smiled and murmured, "Yes, last night..."
Then they both whimpered strangled cries at the passion and
emotions that took them over the edge a few seconds and scant strokes
later. Sven sagged down onto Karen and then rolled sideways to spare
her his weight, his now shrunken penis leaving a trail across her thigh.
As Sven gathered his breath and their breathing returned to normal, he
kissed the tip of her nose.
They dressed slowly, with frequent interruptions to cuddle like
teenagers in a first love affair. Between them they folded the rug, and
then, holding hands, started to walk back to the car. As they topped
the rise, Karen's old Coastguard watchtower home came into view high on
the hill. They paused as Sven looked at it.
"What made you buy such a wonderful lookout?"
Karen shaded her eyes and looked as well. With her hand around
Sven's waist, she lay her head on Sven's chest as she reflected, pausing
before answering.
"The happiest times of my earlier life were here, growing up,
our families intertwining before we left to seek our fame and fortune.
I made enough money to retire and write; I was lucky enough to have some
of my writing published, and that enabled me to buy the ruin and make it
into my home. With the views to inspire me, and all the memories... it
seemed right."
"You never married?" Sven queried.
"Let's just say I never met the right man at the right time."
They walked on hand in hand to the car.
"Look," said Karen, pointing upward at the lark singing high in
the sunlight, far above their heads. His hymn of exultation for that
bright new day rising in their hearts made them pause. Sven smiled at
Karen. His heart echoing the happy bird's feelings for the new day, he
kissed her again before they made their way home.
© Teresa Birdsong & Sven the Elder
January 1999
With much gratitude to Bo, my most excellent proofer and friend. He has
the wit, ability and kindness to alter things to reflect what I meant to
write in the first place.
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