The Honeymoon Blues

by Lubrican

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Chapter Two

Roger was breathing normally, and had a smile on his face. Julie's hand was a mess, and it had gotten on her naked leg too. It had been warm at first, but now was cooling and felt slimy somehow. She got up. She realized she was panting, and her loins was on fire. He had finished, but she was left high and dry.

Disgusted, she went to the bathroom and cleaned up with a warm wash cloth. She stared at her passed-out husband for a few minutes and, with a frustrated sigh, finally dug out her running shorts and tank top. She thought about the sports bra, but it was dark out. Besides, no one knew her here, and she thought the cloth of the tank top would feel good on her aching nipples, so she left it off. Maybe a run would help.

The beach was beautiful in the moonlight, and she lengthened her stride, starting with a sprint, to use up her unfulfilled sexual energy quickly. Now her deep breathing was because of the run, and not because she was so inflamed she could hardly think.

She had no idea the half-buried coconut was there until her right foot stepped on it, half on, half off, and her ankle twisted painfully. She went down in a heap, getting sand in her face and hair. She felt searing pain in the ankle, and fears of something broken made her panic.

At first her cries of pain brought no one. It was late, and the beach was apparently deserted. Finally, though, a shadow moved toward her.

"Are you OK Miss?" came a deep voice.

"My ankle," she moaned. "I twisted it running."

He knelt and she felt his strong fingers play over her ankles. She tried to suppress a moan of pain as he manipulated the joint that was injured.

"Swollen quite a bit," he said quietly, "but I don't think it's broken. Where are you staying?"

"Up there," she pointed, feeling silly because it was dark. "The honeymoon cottage."

"You're Julie?" came his deep voice.

"You know my name?" she asked.

"Bob Crandall, at your service," he said. "I'm Roger's uncle. Yours too, now, I suppose."

"Oh," she said, relieved.

"Let's get you up to the cottage and get some ice on this," he said.

He lifted her effortlessly, and she felt light as a feather. As he carried her through the door of the cottage, she thought about how Roger should have done this. She was surprised to find herself melting against her new uncle's chest as if he were her husband, and felt a pang of loss that Roger would never be the first to carry her over their first threshold. She also felt warm and safe after the fright of her fall and injury, and the feeling of being so alone when no one came, at first.

Roger lay, still passed out on the bed, naked and snoring. She felt embarrassed.

"I wondered where he was," said Bob. "I was a little surprised you were out running, what with you two just getting here..." His voice trailed off. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to..." He trailed off again.

In the light, she saw he was blushing a little... his dark cheeks and forehead mottled. She also noticed, with a nervous twinge, that he was handsome. His brown hair had traces of gray in it, and was shaggy against the deep brown of his tanned face. For the first time she realized his chest was bare.

"He had a bit too much to drink," she said weakly.

"He should have known better. We Crandall men don't do well with alcohol, even small amounts of it. At least it looks like you two... I mean..." his eyes flitted away from hers, only inches away and it was plain he was embarrassed. "... at least he he did his duty before he passed out," he finished uncomfortably.

"No! He didn't!" she muttered, before she could stop it from coming out of her mouth.

"Oh... sorry," said Bob, his cheeks darkening again. "I'll just put you down on the bed beside him."

It wasn't until she relaxed onto the bed and he stood up that she realized, with a shock, that all of him was as bare as his chest. His penis jutted from a nest of brown hair, thick and half hard.

"Sorry," he said, not covering himself. "It's a nude beach." He grinned. "I didn't plan on rescuing a damsel in distress."

Julie felt the heat of her own blush, but, with an effort, made herself look at him. Actually, it wasn't hard to look at him at all, in one sense. All of him was tan and fit, with broad shoulders, and well muscled arms. Even his penis looked bulky, as if it exercised often too. It looked bigger, somehow, than Roger's had. She bit her lip at the thought, and felt heat in her belly too. Another thing she noticed about this new penis was that it wasn't naked on the tip. It looked smoother, and there was a little round collar of skin that the shiny tip peeked out from within. She realized he was NOT circumcised, and immediately saw the irony of the fact that she had seen both types of penis on her wedding night, when most women only saw one or the other.

Bob moved off to get the ice, and when he returned with a plastic baggie of ice in his hand his penis was smaller... much smaller.

"It shrank!" she blurted, again, before she could stop herself.

He laughed. "It was misbehaving earlier. I had no idea I'd be carrying a beautiful woman around in my arms, and it reacted, I'm afraid. I told it to behave itself while I got you the ice."

"Oh," she said, embarrassed again. "I shouldn't have said anything."

"Nonsense. A newlywed bride should have such things on her mind, after all." He grinned again, but it wasn't the leer Julie was used to men doing around her.

His ease made her more comfortable. "I suppose so, though Roger's didn't do me any good at all." she said with a little pique.

"Ah, well, maybe tomorrow," said Bob, molding the bag of ice around her ankle. "It's swelling up pretty badly, but I still don't think you broke anything. You'll have to stay off it for a day or two."

"But it's my honeymoon!" she complained.

"You can still swim," he said.

"No, I can't," she said. "Our luggage got lost. This," she pointed to her tank top, "and the clothes I wore on the plane here are all I have."

He put his hands on his hips in an almost feminine manner.

"As I said, this is a nude beach." He grinned, and it was disarming to the point that she almost forgot he was naked. "You don't need anything to swim here."

"Oh yes," she said. "But... no... I could never do that. I'd die of embarrassment. All those other people around would stare at me."

"Well, as it turns out, when I found out my only nephew was getting married, and that he had accepted my offer of Paradise Cove as a honeymoon site, I arranged it so that you two are the only ones here." He grinned again. "Except for me, of course, but I was going to try to stay out of your way. I know how newlyweds are."

Julie elbowed her husband, and he made a snuffling sound before he stared snoring again.

"Not this honeymooner," she said, some acid in her voice. "It was just getting good when his thing went off and he passed out."

"His thing?" Bob's eyes twinkled.

"You know what I mean," she said. "I'm not used to talking about them. His... and yours... are the only ones I've ever seen!"

"Well, well," said Bob. "I had no idea there were any real women left in the world."

"Real women?" she asked.

"Virgins," he said. "Unless, of course, there was a time when you were with one, but just didn't see it. Maybe it was too dark?"

"NO!" she barked. "I never even touched one until tonight... ANYWHERE on my body!"

"That's what I mean," he said. "It takes a real woman to save herself for her special man. Women like you are quite rare these days. I admire you."

"Really?" No one had ever admired her for keeping herself pure. In fact, almost everyone had done everything they could to rob her of that purity.

"Really," he said firmly. He looked at her with warm eyes. "Anyway," he perked up, "you can feel free to go skinny-dipping any time you like. You and Roger have the whole resort for the whole week, and there won't be anybody around to see you."

"You're here," she said, as if she were examining his comment literally.

"Alas, you are right. OK, how about this. You tell me when you're going to go down to the beach to exercise that ankle, and I'll make sure I know where my binoculars are." He grinned. "That seems fair."

"You own a nude beach, silly," she chided. "You probably see beautiful naked women every day!"

"Not on your order, my sweet," he said. "I haven't seen a woman in a long time who could compete with you."

"You're teasing me," she said, half believing it.

"I'm just being truthful."

She had been complimented before, many times, and hit on many times as well. But the way he said it sounded genuine, almost respectful, and not lustful.

"You're not just flirting with me, now, are you?" she asked.

"That would be a singularly rude thing to do to a bride on her wedding night," said Bob seriously. I suspect you know you're beautiful. All I'm doing is agreeing with you. Is that so hard to understand?"

"I'm sorry," she said instinctively. "It's just that most men want to flirt with me."

"That's because you're beautiful," said Bob. "But then we already established that. I did tease you about the binoculars, and I shouldn't even have done that. In fact, I've been entirely too bold in several things I've said. I'd like to blame it on the surprise meeting we had, but maybe I'm just a man, like those others you mentioned."

"I don't mind," she said, shocked to find that she really didn't. "In fact, you have my permission to spy on me any time I'm swimming. You did save my life, you know. That's the least I can do to repay you."

Bob laughed. "You could have crawled back here, and the phone works just fine, so you could even have called for an ambulance, though I don't really think you need one. I can't accept a favor like that just for making it a little easier for you to get back here."

Julie was nonplussed. She was attracted to this man, this complete stranger, and it made her a little nervous. Still, she liked this man... this honest man, and it affected the way she made decisions. "Well, then, you can spy on me as repayment for letting us use this beautiful cottage for our honeymoon."

Bob bowed, which looked exceedingly odd... him being naked. "I gratefully accept your boon, milady. Now, if there's nothing else you need..."

"Do you have to go?" she asked, feeling lonely already.

"My dear brand new niece, I'm naked, and it's your wedding night. This is already highly irregular."

"My whole wedding night has been... irregular," she said dryly. "If you leave, do you think he'll wake up and take care of me?"

"Well... no... I suppose not," said Bob. He looked around. He went to the bathroom and came out belting a robe on. "There, that's a little more proper."

"I don't suppose your wife would approve, though," said Julie, thinking for the first time about other people in Bob's life.

"Not married," he said shortly. "Used to be, but it didn't work out. My heart doesn't mend so easily, I guess. I never met another woman I could settle down with. Being out in the middle of the ocean doesn't help." He grinned.

"Surely there are local women you could get interested in," said Julie.

"To be sure," He grinned again. "There are hundreds of willing young... and not-so-young lasses who would be more than happy to take the reins of the Paradise Cove and live in the lap of luxury ever afterwards."

"Gold diggers, huh?" she suggested.

"Hundreds of them. "I'm a Yank, and while they love all that green money down here, I'm still an outsider, even after ten years."

"That's too bad," she sighed. "You're a nice man."

"That, my dear, is the kiss of death," he said wryly. "At least to a dating man," he added. He waved a hand. "I don't mind. I have this beautiful place to live, and I make a pretty good go of it, all things considered. Every once in a while a woman shows up here who is looking for some anonymous fun. I try to accommodate them. That is, after all, my job. I'm here to make sure the patrons are happy."

"Well, I'm not happy right now," she sighed. She blushed. "But that's not your fault. You've been just wonderful."

"Alas, I can't do anything about a sleeping groom." Bob nodded.

"He's not sleeping, he's dead drunk," she said unhappily.

"Well, I fervently hope that tomorrow, when he wakes up, all the patrons of Paradise Cove will be happy again," said Bob.

"But I want to be happy now," pouted Julie.

Bob frowned. "Dear sweet Julie, I'm honored, but my... um... services, to the women I mentioned... well... it wouldn't be right in this situation."

Julie's face twisted as she realized what he meant. Her hands came up to cover her face.

"That's not what I meant!" she gasped. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to imply that."

Now it was Bob who looked uncomfortable.

"No, I'm the one who should apologize. I should have known that wasn't what you meant. You're not that kind of woman. You're a REAL woman, one of sadly few in the world. Please forgive me, Julie."

His apology was so heartfelt that her embarrassment fled, to be replaced for concern that their budding relationship had suffered.

"Nonsense," she said softly. "I shouldn't have complained, and certainly not in a way that could be so easily misunderstood."

"Are we going to sit here and apologize to each other all night?" asked Bob, smiling a little. "Water under the bridge, OK?"

Julie shifted on the bed, trying to get more comfortable. The ice pack fell off her ankle and she instinctively tried to slide it back under the bag. She felt a twinge in her ankle as she lifted that leg.

"Oooooo, my ankle really hurts," she said.

"It will feel much better when it loosens up. Right now the swelling is causing trouble. When you work the joint a little that will help the swelling dissipate, and it will feel better."

Julie's next thought, to be kind to her, didn't have any sexual component. She was thinking about what he had said about exercising the ankle in the ocean, where the water would help support the weight of her body, and put less pressure on the injured ankle. The idea of being a hobbling cripple on her honeymoon just naturally led to the idea that she should start exercising that ankle sooner, rather than later. And, there was nothing for her to do in the cottage at the moment. In fact, it was likely there wouldn't be anything for her to do until morning, if Roger's snores were any indication.

"You could take me swimming now," she suggested.

The silence she was met with as Bob floated the idea in his mind, allowed her to look at her suggestion with other eyes. Obviously, if he took her swimming, she'd either have to soak the only clothing she currently had... or go in the nude. His comment about the binoculars popped into her mind.

Her hand slapped across her mouth.

"I have no idea why I said that," she said. "You must think I'm terrible!"

"Not at all," he said calmly. "In fact, that's a pretty good idea. You need to work that ankle, but without putting any weight on it. A midnight swim might be just the thing to loosen it up." He grinned. "And my nephew isn't going to miss you... that's obvious."

It may have been his reminder that her new husband had failed her completely that tipped the balance. The decision was much easier than she would have thought possible.

"I can't wear this into the ocean," she said, pulling at her tank top. "It's all I have to wear until they find our luggage."

"If you can live with going skinny-dipping, I can make the sacrifice to take you," he teased gently. "I'll try to make my unruly friend behave himself. I am here, after all, to cater to the needs of my patrons."

Julie blushed beet red as she made up her mind. She hadn't ever done anything this wild and crazy, but doing it made her feel both like she was gaining some control back over events, and a little naughty. She liked both feelings.

"OK, then... turn around," she said.

Bob didn't comment on the fact that he'd be carrying her to the water, just like he had carried her from the beach to the cottage, and that this time they'd both be naked. Bob didn't comment on the fact that, in order to pick her up off the bed, he'd end up seeing her nakedness. He simply turned around.

Of course, as Julie pulled her tank top off, exposing her lush breasts to her new uncle's back, and then skinned out of her running shorts, she thought of the same thing, and felt foolish.

"Do you want me to get you a robe?" he asked, still facing away from her.

It was both her feeling of foolishness, and that spark of joy at being naughty that made her say respond in the way she did.

"It's warm. I'm being silly. You can turn around."

He did so, and Julie's eyes naturally went to his, looking, like many women do, to see where his eyes were as he looked at her. She felt a rush of both relief, and a niggle of disappointment that his eyes were locked firmly on her own.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, amazed at how calm she felt. She was stark naked in front of a stranger, who was about to pick her up and carry her naked body in his arms. She waited for him to take off his own robe, and was surprised when he bent to pick her up, still wearing the garment. "You're wearing your robe?" she asked.

"My unruly friend is being unruly again," he explained. "It seems to have a mind of its own."

"Oh," she said, blushing. Her niggle of disappointment evaporated. That felt good too.

"Well, considering the circumstances, I suppose your friend is just being normal." She bit her lip gently and then went on. "You don't have to wear the robe. I promise I won't look."

There came a guarded look in his eyes, but it passed almost instantly. He stood, and shrugged the robe off his shoulders. His penis was, in fact, rigid and straight. Julie stared directly at it, despite her promise not to look, and she felt a tingle as her whole body shivered once.

"Maybe I should put it back on," he suggested.

Julie looked up at his smiling face. She felt like a little girl, suddenly.

"No, we're both adults. I can do this," she muttered.

He bent over and picked her up, again as if she weighed almost nothing.

"That, my dear niece, is the problem. We ARE both adults." He grinned, his face inches from hers. She smelled his breath, which was sweet, and suddenly wondered about her own. She hadn't used a toothbrush all day long.

As he carried her across the sand, she couldn't help but think of them as they were, naked, natural, pressing their flesh against each other. Her breast against his chest felt hot, and swollen. He was, for all intents and purposes, a complete stranger, carrying her, his penis full and extended as if he were ready to ravish her virgin pussy. And her pussy seemed to be aware of that too. It was, she realized, wet with arousal.

He walked into the surf, and out until her weight began to lift from his arms. She rolled instinctively, and pressed her full breasts to his face as her arms went around his head to anchor herself. She felt his hands on her waist, stabilizing her, and she relaxed her grip on his head. As her chest came away from his face he was grinning. He looked genuinely happy, rather than lustful.

"You really are beautiful," he said. "I can't believe my nephew could think of dulling his senses with drink."

She pushed some water at his face.

"Masher," she accused.

"Kick your legs gently," he said, suddenly all business.

She kicked, but not very gently, and moaned at the pain as the water resisted and her ankle complained.

"Gently!" he admonished her.

Her arms were still around him, one over his shoulder, and across his back, and the other under his other arm. That pressed her breasts directly against his bare chest, and her nipples scraped his flesh in a way that sent shivers down her spine. Rather than pulling away, though, she pulled him closer. She was beginning to feel the same things she had felt as Roger stroked her body.

"This is very naughty," she sighed.

"I can't argue with you there," he said gently.

"You make me feel good," she said, looking into his eyes.

"You make me feel horny," he admitted.

"You're so honest. I'm still not used to that. Roger is the only other man I think I really trust," said Julie sadly.

They stared into each other's eyes as she kicked gently.

"Why do I feel like kissing you?" she asked herself, unthinkingly saying it out loud.

"That wouldn't be a good idea," he responded gently. "You're all worked up right now, this being your wedding day and all, and... the way things went... they're affecting your judgement too. I don't want you to do something you'd be sorry for tomorrow. I may have just met you, but I like you, and you're my niece now, and I want you to like me in the future."

"I DO like you," she said, not understanding her own arousal, and how it could seem to be for this man. He had just pointed out that they were practically strangers.

"I want you to still like me tomorrow," he said patiently. "And if I kiss you, I'm going to want to do a lot more."

"Oh," she said sadly. "I guess that's true."

"You really don't have a lot of experience with men," he pointed out.

"I've dated," she said defensively.

"And you've resisted," he said.

"Yes," she agreed.

"Then resist now, Julie. This is just the leftovers of your anticipation of what was supposed to happen tonight, and your disappointment about how things turned out."

"I guess you're right," she sighed. "I still want to kiss you, though."

"I'm honored, he said. "Now, kick a little harder."

"You're just a beast," she said, her mood lightening.

"You have no idea," he muttered.

So she kicked and wiggled and had a great time rubbing her naked body up against his. Unconsciously, she tried to twist, so that she could have full frontal contact with him, and consciously, he prevented her from doing that.

All it did was inflame her more.

Finally her emotions bubbled over.

"I can't STAND this!" she moaned. "I feel so... so... I don't know WHAT I feel!"

"You feel horny," he said gently.

"Yes," she moaned in agreement.

"It's understandable," he said.

"But what can I DO about it?" she whined.

"Surely you've... um... taken care of things yourself before this," he said.

"Of course I have," she said shortly. "But that's NOT what I want to do right now!"

"Sweetie, think about this," he warned.

"I can't think of ANYTHING right now," she said grumpily. "You feel so good against my skin. I feel like I'm going to just burst if something doesn't happen."

Bob rocked her in his arms for a few seconds.

"Could you be satisfied with just an orgasm?" he asked softly.

"I TOLD you I don't want to do that right now," she whimpered.

"I mean if I gave you one," he said gently.

"But you said you don't want to do that," she moaned.

"We don't have to have intercourse for you to have an orgasm," he said, just as gently.

"Oh," she said, feeling foolish again. "I've never done that either. I mean nobody's ever done that... to me."

"Good grief, woman," sighed Bob. "You really are a treasure."

"Don't tease me!" she almost yelled. "I KNOW I shouldn't feel like this, but I DO, and I don't know what to do about it!"

"I'm not teasing you, precious," he said, unable to keep himself from kissing the base of her neck. When he did she arched her whole body, exposing more throat to him. "What I'm saying is, if I give you an orgasm, will that be enough for you?"

"I don't knowwwww," she moaned. "Yes... just do something, please?" she whined.

"OK, then," he said. "Just one orgasm, and then I take you back to your husband... deal?"

"Please," she moaned. "I'm going to just die if this feeling doesn't go away!"

He turned her over, prying her arms away from where they gripped him, until she was facing away from him. He pulled her against his body, and she felt his hard prick press into her buns. She gasped as his hands cupped both breasts.

"Just float," he instructed her. "I'll do all the work. You just float and let the feeling come."

His hands scraped across her painfully stiff nipples, and she let her head flop back onto his shoulder as she groaned. Slowly, his right hand began to descend, following the contours of her ribs, to her belly button. He stroked her abdomen gently and she arched her back, trying to bring her pussy up to meet that stroking hand.

"Relax!" he ordered.

"I can't," she moaned.

In answer his hand dipped almost quickly, his middle finger sliding between the split of her sex. That finger hooked just enough to give him purchase, and he pressed the base of his finger to her clit.

"Ohhhhhhh" she groaned, tensing even more.

She was so wired that it was over in seconds. He wagged his finger back and forth across her distended clitty, and she lifted her legs and spread them automatically to give him more room. The thing that had been building deep inside her, and which threatened to break through her skin suddenly shattered into fragments of pure joy and flashed throughout her body.

It wasn't like any orgasm she'd ever had. It was stronger - much stronger, and she suddenly felt like she was floating among the stars. She heard the animal sounds her throat was making... felt the vibrations in her vocal chords, but it sounded like it was coming from far away. Her body jerked in time with his strumming finger, first quickly, and then in a more measured way, with small pauses between each jerk. He seemed to know exactly when to lessen the pressure on her tortured clit, and his hand slowly slid out of her sexual saddle. She felt an unutterable sense of loss as the stimulation vanished, and then a warm glow as her tense muscles began to relax. His hands rested gently on her waist, holding her up as her neck relaxed, and she began to slide downwards into the water.

They said nothing as he turned her back around and cradled her in his arms once more. He strode toward the softly breaking surf and she rested her head against his shoulder, breathing more regularly now. Somehow, she felt even warmer and safer now than she had before, as once again, she was carried across the threshold to where her marriage bed lay.

Roger was still snoring on the bed, one leg slightly cocked. Julie looked down at him, and at his penis. She felt some shame, but it was only related to comparing him to Bob. Bob's penis looked like a real man's organ to her, while her husband's was limp and lumpy.

But she felt no shame for what had happened in the water. That puzzled her a little, but she was relaxed, now, and drowsy. He laid her across the foot of the bed, and disappeared into the bathroom, coming back with two fluffy towels. She lay, unresisting as he rubbed her dry and then rolled her over to do her back. He slapped her buttock gently when he was done.

"Go to bed," he said softly. "Tomorrow will be a whole new day."

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