Wildwood 5 The Watcher

Wildwood 5: The Watcher

I had noticed him over the past couple of weeks. Of course, he was hard to miss wearing mostly black in the Wildwood summer heat. His hair, black as his clothes, was always slicked back and he had that rugged unshaven look - trimmed, not long, but definitely more than a shadow. His body was a little softer than the taut athletic ones, but still muscular. When he wasn't wearing a shirt you could see the multitude of tattoos that covered his torso, shoulders and arms. He always had his forearms to his hands wrapped like he was ready to put boxing gloves on for a fight.
He seemed to be everywhere I went. I'd see him when I was on the boardwalk constantly. Whether I was alone or not, I would pass him by somewhere, then he'd disappear. Within twenty to thirty minutes later I'd be passing him by again, whether I had changed directions or not.
One day I decided I was going to meet him. I knew that James had tried approaching him once and he merely walked away from him. I put on a skimpy fringed top over my bikini with a long wrap skirt that was seen through. I took my beach bag with towel, blanket, sun tan oil and water bottles.
I first saw him standing by one of the T shirt stands. I pretended to come up looking at shirts and smiled at him. He gave me a nod then walked away. Later I saw him by a jewelry shop. again I pretended to shop, again just a nod and he walked away. When the same thing happened by a tie dye stand I was so frustrated I ran up, caught him by the arm, spun him around and slapped his face. I stomped off determined to enjoy the rest of my day.
I went out onto the beach, laid my blanket down just a few feet from a dock, pulled out my sun tan oil and began rubbing down my arms. I was still so angry my arms turned slightly red from how hard I was rubbing them. I slipped off my skirt and rubbed down my legs. I took a drink of water but it did nothing to cool my fuming frystration. A swim would be better.
My anger and my lack of knowledge of this particular stretch of beach would be my downfall. I had chosen it because I had never been there before so I figured my stalker, as I now called him, wouldn't find me. I slipped into the water which seemed warmer here next to the dock and my inexperience with such things beckoned me into the cooler waters under the dock. The water splashed about me against the pylons and I felt like a mermaid the way I twisted and turned around them in my swim.
Then a swell slapped me against a pylon. A rip tide pulled me under and slammed me against two more. My foot became entangled in a discarded net and lobster trap that I could feel cutting into my ankle. The swells swells drove the waves over my head and I went down a few times before my fringed top snagged in the net as well. I was caught under the water and struggling with no one to know where I was
Suddenly the watcher was there. He kissed me blowing air into my lungs. When he let go I nodded to him and he cut my fringed top free of the net so my head was above all but the swells again. He went down and came back up twice more, kissing me one more time to make sure I had air when a swell had rushed into my mouth. He kissed me twice more, each time before going down to work on freeing my foot.
Then I was free and he pulled me up onto the sand under the dock. He went out and brought my things to me as I coughed up the water. Before I knew it he had lifted me onto the blanket and sat behind me rubbing me with the towel as I trembled. I collapsed into his arms and just cried.
When I calmed down again I leaned up and kissed him. "Do I get a name to call my hero?"
He laughed softly. "Charlie>"
I kissed him again and he deepened the kiss. I dropped my towel and his arms tightened around me.
"We don't have to do this," he whispered.
I answered him by slding down and leaning him back on the blanket. I undid the button and zipper on his shorts and pulled him out. I nipped and kissed the tip before I licked my way down, swirling my tongue around his shaft. I gently kissed his balls. I swirled my way back up and he moaned slightly. I took the tip in my mouth and suckled, slowly moving down. He moaned louder and came a little.
I sat up and removed what was left of my tops. I laid on top of him kissing him deeply as he removed my bottoms. He turned me over, pulling my legs up around his waist. I could feel his hard penis rub against my outer parts. I started to get wet and moaned.
"Please Charlie I do want this."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, yes."
He pulled up and just put the tip inside. I moaned as I came more. It was maddening as he moved, grinding his hips and only moving inside slightly more with each thrust. When he had entered a little more than half way he began moaning. When he was fully in our moaning became grunting and our breath came in pants. I knew he was holding back on more urgent thrusts.
Finally his grunts became louder and thrusted faster and harder. My moans became louder and I fought not to scream. I bit my lip as his strong thrusts began to hurt mildliy. His body stiffened as he held back from cumming.

He went in small fast thrusts before he exploded inside me. We both shook in ecstasy.. He struggled to hold himself up and stay inside me. When he slid out he flopped breathless to his back. I crawled to his side and leaned on his shoulder. I closed my eyes until our breaths became regular again.
"That was intense but wonderful"
Charlie laughed. "Different?"
"Somewhat>"
We dressed an emerged from under the dock into the soft dusk light. I turned and faced him
"I am not going to tell James and Logan about this. I want this to be ours alone."
Charlie kissed me gently. "We will part before they can see us."

I was glad that it was hot during the day but that school hadn't quite let out yet for the year. Most people were at home and the boardwalk was fairly empty. Still we took a long route around through streets that I didn't take often. I was glad that we didn't run into anyone that I knew.
We parted twenty feet and around the corner from J & L toys. Charlie gave me a gentle goodbye kiss.
"I will see you?"
"I'll still be around another month."
"I want you to acknowledge me more."
"We can talk."
"Until then."
"Until then" he whispered.
I told James and Logan that I had walked on the beach and caught my ankle in a net when I wasn't watching where I was going. The cuts and scrapes told more of a story then that but they were not ones to press with me. I knew they suspected more, and probably figured that something had happened between Charlie and I when he and I had become more friendly during our walks. Still they didn't ask and I didn't offer. For me it had been an experience unlike the others and as far as I know Charlie never said anything to them.