Chapter 152

Aimee had a return ticket and had to go back to Toronto to start her second year of graphic design.
They spent their last night together on Newcastle Island, a tiny hunk of rock in the Georgia Strait, just a short motorboat ride from Nanaimo.
The island was a made up of barnacled, clammy stone, warped and drilled by the tides of the Georgia Strait, with just a few fields and campgrounds and one long swath of forest cupping one end of the island like a beard.
They walked along the shelves of beige rock at the edge of the water, talking about what kind of people they wanted to be. The rock underfoot was honey-combed and riddled all over with holes, hollow eye sockets, nose-holes, tunnels, teeth and cavities. Fat purple starfish were stuck here and there on the rock in little tidal pools filled with floating crab legs.
Rawle wanted to live in a place like this, forever. “I never want to return to Nova Scotia, except to see Athan,” he said.
“What about your wife?” Aimee said.
“She’ll be there,” Rawle said, smiling. “She’ll have to let me in the door, I guess.”
Rawle wanted to live on an even smaller island than this, with no campgrounds and no outhouses; only bones of rock and the crawling life to clean them.
They hiked around the very pleasant little beaches all afternoon and sat around on the rock sun-tanning and reading books, hugging eachother.
At sunset, she kissed Rawle on the lips and their bodies seemed to suddenly pull against eachother.
Rawle couldn’t believe what was happening. He felt her body closing in on his. His nerves and muscles began to shudder all over with anticipation.
They both started slowly unbuckling and sliding their underwear down on the grass, huffing with breath. Rawle was on his back, but his body curled upward on his elbows in eagerness.
He was overlooking Aimee’s dirty blonde hair and bare white back. He could see the rocky beach and a huge yellow sun sagging slowly over the cobalt water behind her red backside.
Aimee’s naked skin felt cool as her nipples touched down on top of his chest.
She positioned herself perfectly above him and began to work a condom over his incredibly hard penis with her left hand. Rawle had not thought of getting a condom, but she had been ready with it in hand. That made him smile. It meant she’d planned this in advance.
“Do we have to use one of those?” He asked.
She smiled. “You don’t know where I’ve been.”
In another instant the condom was fitted over top of him and she tucked his wood board smoothly inside her and sat her rear down until it slid all the way up.
Rawle felt a sensation overtake his hips and melt down his legs. They started moving together. Some force of nature moved Rawle’s pelvis in and out for him, as if it was on a swing.
It felt like he was fucking her with his dick and someone else pushing.
It was easy and effortless.
He reached his hands down across her smooth rear-end and touched the bottom of her pussy.
He could feel his cock moving in and out of her, beneath his fingertips.
He felt so close to her.
They both started to finish, quickly.
Rawle could hear her moaning suddenly intensify in his ear. Her breath got hotter. The sudden loudness and deepness of her voice, was almost startling.
He knew it was a real orgasm she was having. He could feel the tender walls of her vagina begin to flicker around the shaft.
The incredible feeling made him start to come too, he had no other choice. He gasped and then squirted and squirted along with her, into the straining condom.

She relaxed, on top of him, her skin was wet with unscented sweat, and her naked rear-end was arched, pointing at the sky.

He looked out over her back, watching the serene ocean twinkle in the pink sunlight. The pleasure flowed slowly out of his body.
Her smooth, perfect ass looked like a sandy beach in front of him.
They stayed like that, for several minutes, feeling eachother breathe.
He watched some sandpipers flit around on a boneyard of huge dead-white driftwood trees, cluttered in an enormous pile on the beach.
The water was a deep, clear, cold rainbow green colour.
Some kind of coral plant was shimmering just below the turquoise water, like a cache of treasure.
Aimee reached down between her legs and grabbed the base of Rawle’s cock as it gradually softened.
She held the condom and pulled him out of her.
She removed the loosening condom carefully with one hand and tied a tight knot in the end of it. She got up slowly and pulled on her pink underwear.
“Where are you going?” he said, sleepily.
“To find a trash can,” she said. “Stay there, I’ll be back for more.”