first
sight. In fact, it always seemed like lunacy to me. Yet, in less than three
days, this man had me wrapped around his little finger.
I knew why. He was an innocent with a
man’s body. The world had not turned him cynical, hard, and heartless. How
could I not fall in love with him, splashing there in the pool with a
bright smile and lively, wide eyes?
He watched me watching him with
interest. I could see the wheels turning. I knew his thoughts. I’d come to
mean a great deal to him in those three days too. The intimacy of the night
before had simply reinforced our connection.
If I was his science experiment, he was also
mine. Where would I ever find a man of his age who knew nothing about sex?
My staring at him must have disturbed
him. He got out of the pool and crouched down beside me, dripping wet. The
look on his face was questioning, expectant.
I put a hand on his cheek and smiled at
him. My heart did a flip when he smiled back and put his hand on top of mine.
The little goofball had an ulterior
motive though, as I soon found out when he removed my hand from his face and placed
it between his legs, directly on his seriously rigid cock. The smile faded, his
brow drew up in furrows, and he pushed my hand forcefully against his hardness.
I sighed and smiled. My fault. I’d
gotten this started. I knew it wouldn’t be very long before he wanted more. I
really couldn’t blame him.
I took him by the hand, led him down
into the sand, and emptied his balls for him again.
~***~
We spent the rest of the day gathering
food, or fruit, to be more specific. With a rough burlap sack slung over his
shoulder, Micah held my hand and walked me all over the island. We found
bananas, mangoes, a few types of fruit that I’d never seen in my life and had
no name for, and surprisingly, a couple of pineapples.
He was a master at getting coconuts.
He’d shinny up a tree by wrapping his hands around and digging his toes into
the trunk, just like a monkey. At the top, he climbed over the cluster of
coconuts hanging there, throwing them down one or two at a time.
I stayed well out of the way while he
was doing this, not wanting a falling coconut to cave my head in. I shaded my
eyes with my hand as I watched him work. He was amazing.
He’d thrown down quite a few by the time
he climbed back down—way more than we could carry back with the other things
that were in his burlap sack.
I took off the sarong, spread it down on
the sand, and loaded several coconuts onto it. I slung the whole thing over my
shoulder like Santa and his bag of toys.
He watched me do it, then nodded in
approval. Off we went back home.
~***~
“What about fish?” I asked him later, as
the sun was starting to set. It was almost supper time. If I had to eat one
more piece of fruit, I was going to lose it.
Micah stared at me blankly.
“There must be some way to catch them.
If you can climb a coconut tree, you can certainly catch fish. Can’t you?
Catch fish?”
He continued to stare. I put my outer
wrists against my cheeks, pushed out my lips, and wiggled my fingers in what must
have looked like a ridiculous imitation of a fish. I don’t think he got it,
but at least I made him laugh.
“Come on. I’ll show you what I mean.” I
took him by the hand this time and dragged him down to the ocean.
It took some time, but I finally found a
dead, dried, smelly fish lying on the beach.
“Fish,” I said, pointing at it. “That’s
a fish.”
“Fee,” he said, nodding his head.
“Can we catch one? To eat?” I pretended
to pick the fish up, and eat it. He looked startled, so I pointed out at the ocean
and pretended to eat.
I was starting to love the looks he got
on his face when he finally understood what I was asking.
He left me standing there as he ran back
up to the decks. He came back five minutes later with...of all things...a net!
Micah waded out into the ocean and cast
it, expertly drawing
sight. In fact, it always seemed like lunacy to me. Yet, in less than three
days, this man had me wrapped around his little finger.
I knew why. He was an innocent with a
man’s body. The world had not turned him cynical, hard, and heartless. How
could I not fall in love with him, splashing there in the pool with a
bright smile and lively, wide eyes?
He watched me watching him with
interest. I could see the wheels turning. I knew his thoughts. I’d come to
mean a great deal to him in those three days too. The intimacy of the night
before had simply reinforced our connection.
If I was his science experiment, he was also
mine. Where would I ever find a man of his age who knew nothing about sex?
My staring at him must have disturbed
him. He got out of the pool and crouched down beside me, dripping wet. The
look on his face was questioning, expectant.
I put a hand on his cheek and smiled at
him. My heart did a flip when he smiled back and put his hand on top of mine.
The little goofball had an ulterior
motive though, as I soon found out when he removed my hand from his face and placed
it between his legs, directly on his seriously rigid cock. The smile faded, his
brow drew up in furrows, and he pushed my hand forcefully against his hardness.
I sighed and smiled. My fault. I’d
gotten this started. I knew it wouldn’t be very long before he wanted more. I
really couldn’t blame him.
I took him by the hand, led him down
into the sand, and emptied his balls for him again.
~***~
We spent the rest of the day gathering
food, or fruit, to be more specific. With a rough burlap sack slung over his
shoulder, Micah held my hand and walked me all over the island. We found
bananas, mangoes, a few types of fruit that I’d never seen in my life and had
no name for, and surprisingly, a couple of pineapples.
He was a master at getting coconuts.
He’d shinny up a tree by wrapping his hands around and digging his toes into
the trunk, just like a monkey. At the top, he climbed over the cluster of
coconuts hanging there, throwing them down one or two at a time.
I stayed well out of the way while he
was doing this, not wanting a falling coconut to cave my head in. I shaded my
eyes with my hand as I watched him work. He was amazing.
He’d thrown down quite a few by the time
he climbed back down—way more than we could carry back with the other things
that were in his burlap sack.
I took off the sarong, spread it down on
the sand, and loaded several coconuts onto it. I slung the whole thing over my
shoulder like Santa and his bag of toys.
He watched me do it, then nodded in
approval. Off we went back home.
~***~
“What about fish?” I asked him later, as
the sun was starting to set. It was almost supper time. If I had to eat one
more piece of fruit, I was going to lose it.
Micah stared at me blankly.
“There must be some way to catch them.
If you can climb a coconut tree, you can certainly catch fish. Can’t you?
Catch fish?”
He continued to stare. I put my outer
wrists against my cheeks, pushed out my lips, and wiggled my fingers in what must
have looked like a ridiculous imitation of a fish. I don’t think he got it,
but at least I made him laugh.
“Come on. I’ll show you what I mean.” I
took him by the hand this time and dragged him down to the ocean.
It took some time, but I finally found a
dead, dried, smelly fish lying on the beach.
“Fish,” I said, pointing at it. “That’s
a fish.”
“Fee,” he said, nodding his head.
“Can we catch one? To eat?” I pretended
to pick the fish up, and eat it. He looked startled, so I pointed out at the ocean
and pretended to eat.
I was starting to love the looks he got
on his face when he finally understood what I was asking.
He left me standing there as he ran back
up to the decks. He came back five minutes later with...of all things...a net!
Micah waded out into the ocean and cast
it, expertly drawing
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