The Swing

The Swing~ Swede stood in the shadow of the trees that edged the expansive beach. He was at the top of the hill that overlooked the now deserted playground. He knew she would soon be there. She came every night, like clockwork. Swede was a tall muscular man. Years of construction work had made all of his six feet five inches hard and rippled with muscle definition. Half Iroquois, half Swedish, made his facial features intensely exotic. Yet he was a lonely man. Lonely until he had made the discovery of the woman on the beach.

He had never spoke to her, he just came down and watched her every night. Swede knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself, he knew that she was different from the brazen woman who regularly approached him. He knew he wanted to pursue this woman. Up until tonight it had just been a fantasy, but he had vowed to himself that tonight, he would speak to her. Saraya Bradley broke into a dead run as she approached the sandy beach. Running was her release. She came here to the beach each night. She had nobody at home, she was alone. Her life was boring and frustratingly mundane. So she ran, it broke up the tedium of her humdrum life and gave her a release for her stress.

Albeit a lonely existence for the six foot blonde, she had hopes of something spontaneous and exciting to change her life. Tonight, there was something tingly in the air, there was a strange edge of excitement in her pace as her pace quickened and she began to sense that she was not alone. She discreetly attempted to spot the stranger. She could see nothing in the shadows or around the trees. Then she remembered, there had been a big motorcycle, a Harley if she remembered correctly parked in the large parking lot. She was not alone. Swede observed Saraya's run as he emerged from the solitude of the shadows. He wondered if he would be able to find the actual courage to approach her.

As he sat himself upon one of the swings, he saw her turn and look up in his direction. Would she take off? He hoped not. To his relief she continued her run. When Saraya had looked up and saw the biker sitting on the swing, she knew she had found her opportunity for spontaneous action. When she had finished her run, she turned and looked up at the man once more. Then she boldly dared to do something she had never done before. Carefully, deliberately, she stripped off her clothes and waded into the water. When she was satisfied that she had captured his undivided attention, she dove into the chilly water. Swede could not believe what he was witnessing. He rose to his feet and began walking down the beach. She was teasing him. As she walked up to the shore she sensed that perhaps she should be intimidated and a bit afraid of the man. He was very tall, it wasn't often that Saraya felt dwarfed by a man.

Suddenly, without even thinking about it, she threw her arms around his thick neck and kissed him deeply. Swede was shocked momentarily by her kiss, and pulled away. She looked up into his intense eyes and said, "Please, I've never wanted anything as badly as I want you right now, make love to me." Swede scooped Saraya up into his arms and carried her up the beach. He sat her in the swing that he had occupied just a few moments earlier. He ran his hard hands over her shoulders and down her arms, he felt goose bumps on her soft skin. He didn't know if she was cold or nervous, never the less, he peeled off his leather jacket and draped it over her shoulders. Swede looked deeply into her eyes, "Are you sure?" His whispered, his voice was deep and husky. Saraya had never been so excited in her life, "I've never been so sure of anything in my life, love me.

Please...." She breathed in deeply the scent of his leather, it smelled of him, his scent mingling with the leather nearly drove her mad. Swede dropped to his knees in front of the swing, and took her face into his hands. His kiss was deep and hungry, as his hands explored her hard body. His teeth nipped lightly at her neck as his kisses trailed their way down her body, pausing briefly to bury his face in and kiss every delicious inch of her heaving breasts. Her hands traveled anxiously over his rock hard body, freeing him from the restraints of his clothes. He took his hands in hers and slid her grip up the chains of the swing until her body was taunt, he savored the delicious torture as he became one with her. As their passion and fervor peaked moans of ecstasy mingled with the steady creaking of the swing.