#3214: Falkland Islands
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Lauren travels to the Falkland Islands to study local marine mammals. There she meets Ian, a local who offers to show her all the ins and outs of the place. It leads to an experience Lauren didn't expect, but one she enjoyed.
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I was always fascinated by wildlife and the way human society works so differently in so many different ways. I was interested in it since I was a girl, even if it didn't run as deep at the time. I just knew that I wanted to know more about life out there, about the things many people didn't even know about, about how the world worked outside the concrete jungle. So it was no wonder that this curiosity eventually led me out there, into nature, where I could actually experience all of these wonderful things on my own.
Once I got interested in studying killer whales, I knew that there would be no better place for me to find them and see them in a natural habitat than the Falkland Islands. I had heard many wonderful things about the place, and I couldn't wait to actually visit and see everything with my own eyes. The travel might've been long, but I knew that it was going to be worth it.
Before I came to the islands, I booked a room with one of the locals. I didn't know what he looked like, I only knew that his name was Ian and that he sounded very nice and welcoming in the emails we exchanged. Hoping that he would be just the same when I arrived, I came to the islands feeling excited to see what was going to wait for me there. And I wasn't disappointed. Even from the plane, the views were breathtaking. I couldn't take my eyes off them even if I tried, and I certainly didn't. I felt excited and uplifted when we finally arrived at the destination. I knew that my expedition was going to go amazingly, there was no doubt in my mind about it, not even for a second.
Ian agreed to meet me at the airport to show me around freely, and when I saw him in person, I was very glad that he did. When I took a good look at him, I could see not only that the small photo of him that I saw didn't do him justice, but that his smile was shining even brighter than in the picture. My mood instantly improved as I smiled back at him and we both made our way through the airport.
There wasn't an awkward silence between us the way it sometimes would settle between strangers, but it wasn't filled with mindless conversation either. Somehow, the topics between us kept flowing, the words never stopping, never ending. I smiled at that, feeling warmth settle deep within me. I knew that I was enjoying the company, but I didn't know how much until I realized that we had arrived at Ian's house, and I didn't want our ride to end, so I could keep talking to him just as freely for the rest of the day. But I knew that since we were going to live in his house, I would still have many chances to make my dream come true.
His house was historic, of vaguely European architecture, and I loved to see just how cozy it looked both on the outside and inside. I didn't expect a house of a man who lived alone to look like that, and I made a comment about it, making him laugh. At least he wasn't offended by my observation, which was one small mercy if I could look at it like that. After I put down my things and took a much-needed shower, Ian invited me on a boat tour. It was nowhere close to something I would have to do for my research, but it would've given me a good outline of the land, and that's why I couldn't wait to try it out. With a small nod, I let Ian know that I was more than happy to try it out, and we were on our way.
It turned out that Ian owned the boat, so we didn't need anyone else on board or anyone looking over us. I couldn't help but feel at peace with him in the ocean. As I looked over the board at the deep, dark waters, I felt calmer than ever in his company. Who could've thought that I would ever be able to feel such a way around a man I barely knew? Somehow, Ian made it happen. Maybe the reason why was hiding in the way that we instantly connected, or maybe there was something else, but I knew one thing for sure—I was enjoying every second of our little adventure, and I didn't even care about the killer whales so much as I did about Ian and the way he was looking at me as I stood there, with the ocean as my backdrop.
We kissed on the boat. Not because he wanted it, but because I wanted it. I had felt that desire in my bones since I saw him, and it felt good to finally satisfy it. I pressed my lips to his mouth and felt both the heat and desire behind the gesture, trying to push forward and envelop me in it. I kissed him deeper, but Ian reminded me that the ocean was dangerous, and it might've been better for us both to wait until we were home to try for something more attention-consuming and risky. I agreed with him, of course, because what other option did I truly have?
I felt giddy as we returned to the shore, even more giddy when Ian and I got back to his car and started our travel back to his house. I kept touching his thigh, his hand, looking into his eyes, and dropping kisses on his neck. I could tell that he was turned on and that he wanted to continue just as much as I did, but there was still a long travel ahead of us, and I could tell that he didn't want to get distracted, even if just for our safety. I appreciated it, of course, but I knew that the moment we'd be back to his house, I'd tear through every boundary he had just to get to the passion hiding behind his every touch.
And it happened exactly the way I'd pictured it. The second we crossed the threshold we were on each other, kissing hard, knocking into furniture on the way in. I could feel Ian's hands moving over me, touching, dragging out the shivers I'd been after. I caught myself smiling every time he touched me, every time he kissed me, and I only wanted more. We undressed each other slowly, kissing every bit of skin we uncovered, making sure neither of us got shortchanged. We didn't make it to the bedroom, ending up on the living room couch instead, me sitting on it while Ian knelt in front of me and pulled my leg over his shoulder so he could reach me. I didn't mind that one bit, the heat already building low in me, my clit aching with a need that had to be dealt with or it would drive me up the wall. I smiled down at him and ran a hand through his hair, watching him shiver at it. He wanted this, plainly, and I was going to give him every bit of it, as long as he was willing to take it.
I gripped the couch cushions under me as his tongue ran over me, working the slickness and teasing my clit. It was incredible, nothing I could line up against anything I'd felt before. I moaned, watching the way he did it, how into it he looked once I started to cover his mouth and chin. He couldn't get enough, I could see it, and I was glad to give him all of me for as long as he kept this up.
When the tip of his tongue started to push at my entrance, something opened up in me, deep and hot. I knew the pleasure coming was going to be strong, but I didn't expect my legs to start shaking almost the second his tongue pushed in, filling me and stroking from the inside. I whimpered, the rush of it making how far gone I was obvious. I needed him, and I already knew the orgasm building while he licked me would be nothing next to how I'd feel with him inside me. I asked for it, not sure he'd bring it up himself, but the moment I told him I wanted him inside me he perked up, face still wet, and stood.
He rolled on a condom and shifted me into a better spot on the couch, helping me settle. He lifted my legs up high, which made me laugh, and I knew what came next was going to be good.
I felt him push into me, that rush of being filled, of being watched by him in the middle of it. But the rush turned into something different when he pulled my foot to his face and started kissing along the sole, his lips warm on my skin. I looked at him, surprised at first, not quite sure how to take it, then I was smiling, feeling how much he wanted it. It was a moment I wasn't going to pass up, so I let myself sink into it.
I felt both his cock moving in me, stoking what was already there, and the soft kisses across my foot. Soon he gave those up too and started sucking my big toe, low moans of his own catching in the air. I moaned at the mix of it, watching him drive into me again and again, clearly lost in something I couldn't fully wrap my head around. I watched him work my foot, take to my body in a way no one had before, and the view only got better once that landed.
I could hear our bodies meeting, felt it deep in me, and I was into every second. Ian fucked me faster and faster, giving me everything, and I gave it right back. We were both right at the edge, and neither of us wanted to come down from it, only climb higher, and I finally got there.
The mix of him inside me and his mouth on my toes was what tipped me over. I moaned through it, a hard orgasm tearing through me, and I didn't want to come down from how good it felt. But I had to.
Ian smiled up at me and asked which I liked better, the sex or the trip out to the ocean. I just shook my head, unable to pick between two things that were each too good in their own right.