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Better than this

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Better than this by Anne (a_non_y_mous@hotmail.com)Sometimes he just had to lay there, and dream. It was all he had, dreams of home. Not that home was perfect - it wasn't even close. But it was better than this. Fifty miles off the coast of Africa, in 197 feet of water, the Huthnance 17 sat jacked up, looking like an ungainly mosquito perched on the ocean. And it functioned the same way, drilling into the skin of the Earth and sucking oil out. 78 men worked on this rig with him, and no women. Sure, he was technically in charge. Technically, he was the boss. But then again, even CEO's had bosses. And he was a far cry from a CEO. Sometimes he just needed to walk around the rig, following the endless handrails. He stopped and stared out across the Atlantic, knowing a boat could have him home in twenty days, even with rough weather. A plane could have him home in a day, including airport and transit time. It just felt far away. Knowing the sea linked this shore to home made the world feel smaller and gave a sense of continuity. He left her without a word. He hadn't known what to say, didn't know how he fit into her life. And he was pretty sure she felt the same. He had obligations, and she had only recently redefined hers. He wanted her, but couldn't see how he fit into her new life. It made him feel awkward, and he held himself back, unsure of his footing in her changing seas. He missed her - the smooth feel of her, the caress of her hair against him, the fire of her unbridled passion. She was so much more to him than he could ever admit. He had tried to tell her once, but she shrugged it off. He could hardly blame her. She had cut the cord, redefined and reshaped her life. He had not, could not, due to his children. Family was all he had left, and he was determined to hold his together until the children were grown. It was a pyrrhic victory, but felt right. Yet it also felt hollow, especially at night, when he lay there alone with his thoughts. Here, away from them all, alone with the sea but for these men, he felt free. It was his job. It paid for their lives, and kept his family afloat. But it was idle time when work was slow, and he found his mind drifting back to her. He remembered the first kiss. He hadn't expected her to want him. It had been a long time since he felt wanted. So when he bent his face to hers, and she didn't pull away, he was surprised. Their lips met, and he felt himself flowing into her, his inner self trying to drink her, to taste her. His loins responded rustily, but firmly, and he felt the flush of passion between his thighs. Her lips were soft and warm, matching his move for move, and seeking his again after they parted briefly. He felt his manhood surging, and growing. And knowing she wanted him made his heart soften, and he felt his restraint melting. She had breached his walls, and yet she had no idea this was so, nor how hard he had worked to build and fortify them. He thought then about her phone call. She had left him a voicemail while pleasuring herself, and cried out his name as her passion crested. He had never felt so flattered, so honored and trusted. He tried to pass it off inside his mind as unrequited lust, but when he wrapped his mind around it, all he could feel was wanted, loved and desired. It was impossible to keep her out after that. She was in his heart always, having found the one chink in his carefully built armor. A chink he had never known existed. He hid as much as he could from her, and work required most of his time. Yet whenever he relaxed and felt his heart, he found her there. Today, he had little to do, and she flooded his mind. Did she think of him? Did she feel drawn to him as he did to her? Did she give herself as completely to others as he felt she did to him? He pondered all of these, even though he knew he had no right to do so. He was hers in ways she never imagined. Were her feelings the same? He forced his mind out of that loop, knowing it led to madness in the end. She was her own, and if fortune smiled on him, they might be together again. He thought about her eyes, the way hers sought his as they made love. She wasn't afraid of her own passions, rather she revelled in them. To him, this felt right. It was unadulterated femininity, it was womanhood at it's sexiest. And she had shared herself with him. Honored him with herself. And that had overcome all his defenses. Those eyes had locked into his, devouring his passion as she fed it with every touch of her lips around his stiff cock. She would lick his shaft from base to tip, and wrap her lips around the head of his cock, here eyes looking deep into his, feeding on his pleasure. Sucking and licking the swollen head of his passion, she pulled his soul out and fed on it. And he gave it gladly, knowing it would be kept safe. This was her magic, and it freed him to give of himself as he had never imagined. He wanted her as he had never wanted any other woman. He wanted to give himself to her, to make her feel as one with him. And so he let go his shield, and let their passions merge into fluid ecstacy. He recalled the first time he saw her breasts. They were full, immensely so, and fulfilled his visions of a woman completely. His were not adolescent fantasies of small perky child-breasts. His was a dream of full, fleshy womanhood. Of breasts that encompassed him, that surrounded him, that smothered him in their glorious softness. He felt his heart shudder the first time she released them from the confines of her bra. They fell, round and full, swaying pendulously with her every movement. He was entranced, feeling his cock swell at the sight of his fantasy breasts come to life. Hers were breasts fit for a man to suckle. They needed a man, their large bumpy nipples erect and crying for him to suck from. No child could satisfy her breasts; they were built for her pleasure, and he wanted to satisfy her desire and his. He bent his head to them, feeling her nipples engorge and swell in his warm mouth. It was so glorious, so right. She fell back, and he never let go, sucking them each into himself as deeply and fully as he could. Gods, the only thing better would be milk flowing from them, he thought. She sighed and cried his name softly, and he felt his heart melt and his cock swell. She was all woman, and she was giving herself to him! It was a heady mix, and he felt renewed and completed. He devoured each breast in turn and as they rolled in their pleasure, he found her above him, and felt the fullness of her breast surrounding and pressing against his face. He pushed the flesh away, and sought her eyes, delighted to feel them burning into his. His heart ached for her, and he wanted to fulfill her as much as he could. He grabbed her other breast, and holding one in each hand, pressed her two nipples together. Again, a dream came true.Her breasts were so supple and long that the nipples touched, and he sucked them both into his warm mouth, eliciting a moan from her. No young girl could have fulfilled this fantasy, only a real woman, his ultimate feminine dream. He sucked and licked each of them until they were hard, like round marbles in soft silk. His hands reached around, feeling the ample swell of her hips and ass, and his hard cock surged forward, seeking her. He stroked the roundness of her ass, feeling the soft, pleasing hump of each cheek, desperately wanting to suck her hard nipples while kissing the new found softness of her backside. He felt her stomach against his, soft and ripe, something only a woman could provide. Not the false women of television or magazines, but a real woman of life and flesh and passion. Hers was a body sought by men for centuries, a body that declared womanhood and celebrated it throughout time. It was a dreamlike vision for him, and he dove in without heed. He kissed her stomach, and caressed her hips. His fingers pried apart her thighs, only a touch needed. They moved of their own volition, a flower needing his careful touch. His lips tasted her flesh, and her musk hit his nose. The smell of her desire intoxicated him, and he felt his cock swelling to complete fullness. His balls pulled up, filling with hot semen at the thought of her taste. And he kissed his way deeper between her thighs, seeking her hot cleft. He used his tongue to find it, pressing the tip against her mound and working over it slowly to part the folds of her lips. Her smell was wine to him, and he wanted all of her. His tongue found one petal, and he sucked it eagerly between his lips, pulling her as deeply into him as he could. He sucked the length of her lip, from her firm mound backwards to the deep recess near her ass. It tasted like woman incarnate, and only made him want more. He sought the other lip, and eagerly sucked it in the same fashion, desiring only to bring as much of her into himself as he could. When she called his name again he was flushed with pleasuring her. He worked deeper between the folds of her flower, seeking her clit. He found it by feel, its heat making it readily apparent. He turned his head to take it as deeply into his mouth as her body would allow, and there he stayed. He sucked gently, feeling her clit pulsing and swelling in his mouth. He sucked harder, and ran his tongue across it time and time again, trying to match the rhythm of her hips and her moans. And she moved against him, forcing her mound hard against his face. It hurt a little, but he welcomed it because he could feel her pleasure swelling and throbbing with each of her thrusts. He reached up, hands seeking the silky hardness of her nipples, wanting only to give her as much pleasure as he could. And then he felt a flood of warmth across his chin, felt her hips driving her wet opening against it. She called his name again, grabbing his hair, trying to pull him inside of her, to fulfill the oneness they both sought. And then he felt her clit harden and begin to pulse against hs tongue, and a wash of passion went through him, and he felt hot cum seeping from the swollen head of his cock. She called him again, "Oh Jim! God! Jim!" as her clit pulsed and swelled. Her hips pushed against him and her hands pulled him deeper and harder into her, and he felt gloriously close to her for the first time. His cock wept with desire, cum dripping and staining his belly as his eyes teared up with the thought of her pleasure and what they were sharing. She bucked against him, grunting and moaning in abandon, and he felt complete for the first time in decades. She came, wetness drenching his chin and chest hair, the smell of her musk making him feel completely hers. And his name spilled out from between her lips in shuddering gasps, as waves of passion swept through her, cresting in his mouth at the point of their union. The waves slowed, and she looked down at him, her eyes wet also. He wanted her again, but here in the middle of the Atlantic, there was no way to even speak with her. He noticed his hand had begun rubbing his hard cock during his reverie. God but she was such a woman! He stroked his hardness through his jeans, wishing it was her hand, imagining her fingertips teasing him, milking his hot cum from deep behind his heavy balls. He rubbed against the handrail, seeking some kind of release from her spell, yet knowing he would always want to be under that very same spell. She made him feel truly one with her, and it was a feeling he would never willingly relinquish. He stroked the head of his stiff cock, staring out at the ocean with the stars wheeling overhead. He imagined her sucking and nibbling at the corona of his cock, knowing she loved to feel the pulsing of his cock as he came. He stroked and felt cum oozing out. He rubbed it around the swollen head, the slickness of it reminding him of the sweet feel of her wet lips and tongue. Harder and faster, he imagined looking into her eyes, feeling the oneness with her. And the thought of oneness was enough. He felt cum filling in behind his balls, felt them swell and pull up tight against his body. He relaxed and felt more cum ooze out, and used it to imagine her tongue dragging across the end of his hard swollen cock. It was enough. The memory of her eyes boring into his soul, the feeling of oneness with her, and the complete sharing they had between them forced his mind over the edge. He groaned, and whispered her name as hot cum erupted across his belly, spurting into the sea. Maybe it would find her......