Loathing

The cry of my body for completeness. That is a cry to you.

To Irina, I’m a vileness player. I have flirted shamelessly with her, often commenting on her clothes and expressing my desire to see fewer of them. A 55 year old divorcee, to her exasperation, I exercised a different kind of influence on Irina’s female friends. They found me irresistible — my wayward behavior, my powerful influence, my disheveled half-undone shirts, my overconfident drawl, my unabashed flirtation and my chilsed rugged face with its salt and pepper beard. She merely found me too lazy to groom myself properly, and dreaded working with me, she is sure, I will be desiring her endlessly throughout our trip. But Irina had to grudgingly agreed that I’m brilliant. My photography has won me many accolades, and despite her disapproval of me, She is in awe of my technical skill. Despite herself, she never dropped out of photography class. Resentfully, she consented to joining me on this trip to Canada, and packed her bags and left for Nicolet Bird Sanctuary with me, she so despised me. I begin at the airport itself, admiring Irina’s modest clothes, she is 21 years old with hot sexy curves. She scowled and replied ” Well at least one of us has to look presentable to our hosts, and you’re clearly not interested in that activity.”

The following two days are excruciating for Irina — I stared at her lewdly, passed inappropriate remarks and made overt innuendos. At night I’d offer her to sleep with me. I’m straight out of a romance novel — an overconfident playboy. But at the end of the day when we reviewed our work, she would find herself praising my photographs. For my part, I would also drop my misdemeanor and speak with a true passion. While heading back from the woods, Irina and I took a stop at a small tea stall to have a quick bite. Irina is dressed in jungle attire — khaki shorts and a photographer’s jacket, her body glistening in sweat. She is worried about me ogling her, but then she figured I’d ogle her even if she wore ten sweaters, and never bothered. However, she did forget the effect her womanliness had on other men. No sooner had she had a glass of water when a guy on bike drew up close to her, pinched her butt and wolf whistled, calling out to her ‘Want some man cream to drink as well? It’ll satiate any thirst you have my pretty.’ I got up and confronted the man, I had some words with him, and he got on his bike and left. Irina nodded and went back to our jeep. We drove back to our resort in silence and returned to our rooms for a little rest before dinner. Irina decided to take a bath, and as she lay soaking in the tub, her thoughts returned to the tea side brawl. My anger and strength had surprised her. She’d never had a man defending her, and that alone gave her an odd sense of thrill. She recalled me punching the guy, my arms flexing with each blow, my torn shirt revealing my hairy chest, covered in gray hair. She recalled my rugged face with my salt and pepper beard and messy, cropped hair. She can hear me abusing in my deep voice, the veins flashing on my neck and arms, my body covered in mud and sweat.

To her surprise, she felt herself getting moist. She couldn’t believe it herself, but I was actually turning her on. With all my crass behavior and unruly thug fights is making her feel hot and horny, and all because I had defended her pride. She got up from the tub and decided to take a shower in the open-air cubicle, to douse her passions. But, to no avail, she found herself playing with the handheld shower head, directing the jet of water to her folds. The trickling of water on her clitoris is weakening her and she trembled as waves of pleasure built up inside of her. Her other hand furiously worked her pussy, slipping a finger inside and rubbing her to greater pleasure. As she lost control, she started moaning, incoherently screaming ” Joooohnnnnnn…. oooooohhhhhh…. fuckkkkk me….. you thug…. maul meeee withhhh your hands….. fuckkkkk meeeee….” Within a minute, she had collapsed to the floor as a violent orgasm shook her while the warm shower continued to drip all over her body. Gathering herself, she slowly walked back to her room, her pussy still moist, and looked at herself in the mirror. She had a hot curvey physique, an ex-boyfriend had even asked her ‘Don’t you turn yourself on?’ and in all honesty, she did. She is built like an amazon — tall and slender, but with full breasts and a shapely ass. Her face is round with luscious lips and black, eyes. Her dark hair is long and added to her sexuality — to her it exemplified her sense of liberation.