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Whisper Island
(Part One)


	The sun had just fallen behind the silvery shadows of the clouds.
Jan Maloy had drifted off to sleep with a sweet fragrance filling her
senses while she lay stretched out on a smooth beaten rock. The rocks
were surrounded by 120ft. tall pine trees in a secluded spot on Whisper
Island. Jan was a loner on a dream vacation. Brunette, slender, 5'8"
tall, Hazel eyes that sparkled like diamonds, and a figure that could
stop a speeding bus. The rain had ended the night before, enough to leave
the rocks slick. Jan lay there in a white sundress with her left leg bent
upward. Without having dressed completely before heading out this morning
she was sans panties and bra, The top of her sundress was unbuttoned
almost to her waist, exposing smooth silky cleavage to the warm afternoon
air. A cool misty rain had started up and awoken Jan. When she got her
bearings straight she walked down to the white sands of the clear blue
ocean, Her hair, not being tied back in a ponytail, was showing signs of
wetness. The rainwater slowly dripped off the ends and trickled down the
center of her breasts. Her sundress, being featherweight was gathering
the look of being painted on. Her nipples were protruding and showing
through the fabric. She had been walking on the beach for 20 minutes when
she spotted a figure farther down the beach. Walking up towards the
treeline, out of sight, she moved with the gracefullness of a cat on the
prowl. When she got close enough to see, she crouched down low in the
sand weeds. Watching. Watching and waiting. The figure just sat there as
if to water itself with the rain. Squinting a little bit, Jan hoped to
see clearer and determine if the form was a man or a woman. It moved and
got up. Shoulder length hair, the color of a walnut, the physique of a
herculian. The shadow it cast could have covered the width of a car, but
what caught her eye was the two piece loincloth. This loincloth left
nothing to the imagination, the well- defined gluteus muscles and perfect
outline of his manhood.
	He started walking down the beach and up towards the treeline,
far enough away that Jan didn't think she was spotted. Jan started
following him but stayed hidden in the treeline. Leaves were sticking to
her rain slickened skin as if making another layer of skin. With each
step Jan took her feet gave way to the soft sand, dodging the homes of
the sand crabs that were in a deep slumber until the sun went down. She
watched where she placed her feet so not to step on twigs or small
branches, fearing the cracking noise would reverberate enough to be heard
by him. After 10 minutes of trailing him she caught a sight that jarred
her. She rubbed the salt air from her eyes to obtain a more focused look.
The man had pulled down his loincloth, exposing himself while pissing on
a bush. She didn't mind the watersport activity, what did shock her was
the size of his penis, it more than measured up to the size of his
physical being. Jan became flushed and started feeling warm as
perspiration started trickling down her arm. He finished his business,
rebundled himself and continued on his way. While unnoticed, Jan
continued to follow, know filled with a sense of giddiness. She started
thinking of her past lovers and one night stands. Realizing she has had
only a small percentage of men compared to what she could have had. All
the offers she received, all the offers that she refused. Only this one
man, this one model of perfection, showed her that she aint seen nothin
yet.
	The trees and bushes were getting thicker. Fallen trees were
obscuring her path, and she was tripping while climbing over the aged,
weather beaten barks of these old broken down trees. The bark was leaving
a trail as poor footing scraped it off with each step. Spanish moss was
overgrown on the trees making a sort of webbing to walk through. Moss
growing on the side of trees told Jan which direction she was going. The
water puddles made by the rain attracted birds of all kinds. They
effortlessly bathed themselves, cleaning off the salty and sandy air that
clung to their feathers. A cool air surrounded Jan, and with her wet
clothes or lack of, was starting to shiver. Wishing that she could be out
on the beach where at least the cloud hidden sun would warm her up a bit,
even if the sprinkling rain was staying consistant, but she knew she had
to keep following. Up ahead she could see the overgrowth of trees
starting to thin out. A sound of rushing water. The air started to smell
fresher, more pure, not the smell of wet tree bark or leaves. Jan picked
up her pace, but still making sure that the branches were not crumbling
under her feet, giving her away.
	The clearing proved to be much cleaner and virginal. The beauty
being absorbed as she stood at the top, looking down and around. The
reds, purples, whites, and yellows of various flowers captured her breath
as she stood in awe. The rushing water was the fall on the opposite side
from where she stood motionless. Falling water, a tranquilizing white
noise that held her attention for what seemed like an eternity, but in
reality was only a few minutes. The drop from where Jan stood, to where
the waterfall came plumeting down looked about 175 ft. Farther if you
looked through the clear pale blue water. Dark masses were apparently
representing rocks, some with algae, some with other forms of aquatic
plant life. There didn't appear to be any fish visible, although she did
hear something. Jan started climbing down to the bottom, staying on a
man-made trail of trampled ivy. Using tree branches as handrails to
steady herself while descending, she stopped half way down. It was him,
starting towards the water. She squatted down out of sight while he
prepared to enter the clear coolness. The herculian stretched from side
to side, showing off his oblique muscles, doing squats so that his
quadricep muscles formed perfect teardrop shapes, and of course the
hamstring stretch. His hamstring muscles trailed up to a flawless, hard
ass. She watched as he undid his next to nothing loincloth. Once untied,
Jan watched it fall to the ground, like herself because she got light
headed.
	This herculian, used both hands, running them over every inch of
skin as to smooth himself out. Jan slid her left hand inside the top of
her dress to the breast that responded to his nakedness first. Caressing
herself, pinching her aching nipple, she watched him dive into the water,
barely making a splash. He surfaced and began doing the backstroke, his
penis rolling from side to side. Turning onto his stomach, he did the
breaststroke to the base of the waterfall, his ass in and out of the
water with every stroke he did. Jan licked her thumb and index finger and
rolled her nipple between them, in attempt to cool it off. This only made
matters worse as the saliva created a great heat. While Jan rubbed and
tweaked herself, he exited the water behind the fall. The downpouring
water seemed to part ways when he stood beneath it. His body now being
coated by fresh clean water, becoming slick in appearance as Jan's nipple
was in reality. He grabbed a large plant leaf and worked it over his
body, starting with his arms, trying to clean himself. He washed his
chest, flexing his pectorals as the leaf passed over his nipples. Abs are
a wonderful thing she thought to herself as he massaged the deep
separations, giving him a six pack look. He started working his way down
his body, the only other place she would think about him washing, was his
masterpiece. Without the leaf to scrub, he started to rub. Rub back and
forth. Fondling with his other hand. Now, as he stood there hard as the
rocks that created the waterfall, Jan noticed something. He was staring
directly at her as if she was out in the open. She hadn't realized that
during her private viewing she had lifted her sundress up to her waist,
and was spread eagle in a sitting position. Her pussy was glistening as
if a spotlight was directed on it, looking for survivors. Her right hand
had been bringing her to the brink of climax.
	He stood there under the waterfall stroking gently at first and
gradually adding speed and abuse to himself. Watching as he stroked and
became tense, Jan found herself rubbing more frantically, almost passing
out from the ecstacy of watching and being watched. The herculian stood
out of the falls, tilting his head backwards, every muscle in his body
started to spasm. She knew he was going to explode. Jan hit the peak of
her performance, trying to keep her eyes open during her orgasm so she
would not miss his, but he stepped back into the falls and out of sight.
Only a shadow remained of where he was standing. Jan waited him out, with
breathless effort, but he did not resurface.
	Jan continued her way down the declining grade, leaving her
clothes where they lay. She reached the water and stared in. She could
see the bottom, only 15ft. away. Fish were present as they were not when
she looked in from the top. She could distinguish the blues, reds,
yellows, spotted, and striped ones. Harmless, she waded in until she
became neck deep, then flipped onto her back. Breasts exposed to the
drizzling rain with nipples straight up gave her a sense of serenity.
Being bare in the clear water made her feel cleansed. Jan fluttered
around with the fish ending up in a bubbling hot spring. Rocks had formed
around the spring as if they were meant to be pillows. She laid her head
against one of them and relaxed. Being able to firmly touch the bottom,
Jan relaxed even more, eventually drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

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