The Cutty Sark
An English summer sun gleamed on the mast of the old Cutty Sark as it lay forlornly in the dry docks at Greenwich. As I stared at it I wondered at the fate of those that sailed in her and called her home. The sound of a ship moving up the Thames River drew my attention and I wandered off toward the railing along the high walls of the riverbank.
The water, now at high tide, lapped near the top of the free granny pic wall as the sun, making its way West, creped toward the horizon. The water shimmered gold and red. Absent-mindedly, I wandered, in the approaching twilight, along the river foreshore with the ancient buildings of Greenwich University towering over me.
The sounds of laughter rolled out from the halls and verandas of the university as students finished late lectures, tutorials or study sessions in the library. I thought back to my university days of 30 years ago. How different it was now. Gone was the starch and formal rigour that was the atmosphere of the time, instead replaced with the relaxed and carefree attitudes of today.
Half way along this narrow waterside walk I stopped and sat on a bench. Across the river the three towers of Canary Wharf stood as silent salutes, to my right the white roof of the Dome surrounded by its crown of golden spikes caught the last of the sun. It was peaceful and serene, just right for the reflective mood I found myself in. The years had passed so quickly, so quickly I felt only half of my age, 50 seemed old even to me.
“Beautiful, the sun, the water, this time of day”, I swung around to see who had spoken.
Behind me stood a lone figure, silhouetted against the grounds of the university stretching out behind. The first thing I noticed was her long hair, pulled back into a ponytail, it cascaded down her back. Taking stock, I noticed she was wearing blue denims and sandals on her feet. Her button up cotton shirt was pulled slightly to one side by her daypack that was slung over her shoulder.
“Very calming and tranquil” I replied looking back toward the river.
“I often come here, sit and think,” said the stranger moving around the bench and sitting down.
“And what do you think about” I said turning toward her. For the first time I now had a clear view of her face in profile. She had strong features, high cheekbones, a proud nose and red, red lips. Her skin was fair, but carried a hint of ethnic diversity. Her long golden blonde hair framed her face. She smiled, an honest and open smile.
“I like to dream, with my eyes open, and this is a lovely place to wander off in my mind” she responded.
I understood, I too liked to dream with my eyes open, but lately my dreams had been interrupted by the nightmare of the reality, I was growing old, approaching the age when I thought my father ancient and incapable of enjoying life. I sighed thinking of her youth.
“That was a heavy sigh,” she said turning toward me and looking directly into my eyes.
I blushed, “I am sorry, I did not realise it was audible, I thought it was a sigh of my mind”.
“It was” she responded, “Some times with out rhyme or reason I make a connection with people, that is why I stopped and joined you in your appreciation of the view, I sensed that was what you were doing”.
I stared at her and fidgeted in my seat not sure what to think.
“It is ok, I only sense things, I cannot read your mind, so relax,” she said intuitively.
It was my turn to smile, “thank heavens for that” I whispered free granny pic.
“My name is Rosie” she beamed.
“Pleased to meet you Rosie, I am Zark and before you ask my mother was Russian and named me Zarcosten but I am known as Zark”. I replied with my mind beginning to whirr
This was strange, I too was beginning to feel …… a connection, and I was also beginning to feel things that I had not explored in a long, long time. From nowhere the butterflies in my stomach began to flutter and my thoughts drifted toward sex as my eyes surveyed this young girl beside me again. She was 5”10”ish, with a slender – but not skinny build. Her clothing displayed her body in a passively seductive fashion, tight in all the right places and loose in others to allow ones imagination to fill in the gaps. I was mentally filling in the gaps.
“Hi Zark”, Rosie thrust out her hand to shake mine as she spoke.
My body tensed as I took her hand in mine. It was all I could do to stop myself pulling her into my arms and crushing her body against mine. I felt a tingle run through me, I realised I was staring. The thought of reaching out to another is a funny thing, you run chance being dammed if you do and almost certainly dammed if you do not. Hell, I thought, what do I do now? I felt a definite physical change and mentally I wanted to reach out to this young girl and shed my woes. But what do I do now?
“Lets start with a drink, the Trafalgar tavern is a short walk away,” Rosie offered, her intuition understanding my thoughts exactly.
I look at her again and wondered how she had again sensed my strong feelings. We stood together and, I leading, walked toward the tavern in an awkward silence broken only by the lapping of the tidal river on the banks.
“You go to university here” I ventured.
“Yes, in my final year of a Bachelor of Science degree, I will be sure glad when it is all over” She was now walking beside me looking out across the river. “It has been a hard three year slog” she went on.
“Well don’t waste the best years of your life,” I offered secretly wishing I were back at university and 20 years old again.
“Never” she replied linking her arm through mine as she spoke.
We wandered along the river bank arm in arm like old friends, and some how we were, it was as if I had known her all my life, it was a warm comfortable feeling.
“Do you live in the university accommodation?” I probed.
“No way” came her strong reply, “I have a small bed-sit just behind the Trafalgar tavern, it is nothing fancy but it is within my means”
My mind raced ahead again, I saw her in her room stretching as she peered out a window overlooking the Thames. And there I was walking toward her. I slipped my arms around her waist and drew her to me smelling her fresh hair as I did. She leaned back into me resting her head on my shoulder.
My hands moved up her body and slowly unbuttoned her free granny pic blouse, brushing against her naked body beneath. She murmured as my hands brushed over her erect nipples. I slid her top off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. I felt my penis growing hard and pressing into her. She swayed, just a little, exciting me more.
My hands roamed again this time finding the top button of her jeans; I popped it open and slid her zipper down. She wiggled again this time to allow the jeans to fall away to the floor.
I stepped back and took in her beauty, her back, her slender body, her hips and bum, covered only by the sheerest pale blue knickers. She turn to face me and for the first time I saw her full breasts standing out from her body, defying gravity.
While she looked deeply into my eyes her hands were busy unbuttoning, my shirt first, and then my trousers that, after overcoming the obstacle that had grow in the last two minutes, fell to the floor.
I pulled her to me pressing my self against her. I felt her breasts squash against my chest as I pressed my lips to her red, red lips. My tongue ran across her lips and then dashed into her warm wet mouth to be met by her tongue in a dance of passion. I closed my eyes and relished the moment that seemed to last for hours.
Finally I picked her up and lay her on the bed, standing above her as I dropped my undergarments into the heap of cloths that now littered the floor. I watched with amazement as her trimmed pussy appeared before me as she slid down her knickers.
I heard her say, in what seemed a whisper but was her voice in my mind, fuck me first, quickly and then we can make love.
I pushed her legs apart and lay between them, my rock hard cock finding its target and pushing into her. I drew back and pushed again harder and deeper going all the way on this second thrust. She bucked her hips and sank her nails into my back.
It was a frenzy as I hammered my cock in and out faster and faster with her holding me and pulling me in with each trust. I felt her juices double then triple as I slipped into her warm tight hole.
I groaned and then exploded in her filling her with months of pent up sexual tension and cum. Her face was covered in a wry smile of lust as she grabbed my head and pulled my mouth to her lips again.
We kissed as the final tremors of my ejaculation subsided. I rolled on to my back, for the moment spent.
She cuddled into me resting her head on my chest. I dozed, some where between consciousness and sleep. I was aware, just, of this beautiful girl lying beside me. My awareness increased as I felt her warm kisses on my chest, stomach and lower.
With out ceremony she sucked my flaccid cock into her mouth. Slowly her lips masturbated my cock with ever increasing depth and tension. I grew as her mouth moved up and down, slowly and then quickly, sucking then licking, tantalising me into solid rock hardness again.
I moved my hands across her tight buttocks and ran my finger along the crease of her arse and into her hairy trimmed crutch. My finger slipped easily across her clit and entered into her. With two fingers tending her clit and moving in and out of her she moaned and looked up at me.
“Now lets make love,” she suggested.
I manoeuvred my self to be lying at her side and ran my hand over her breasts gently squeezing her nipples to erection…………….
“Here we are she said” as were approached the front of the Trafalgar. “Feel like a drink or do you want to finish what you started?”
I looked at her with a question on my face – had she been a part of my daydream as we walked the path to the tavern?
She looked at me and nodded. “I was with you in your dream”.
Confused I settled for a large drink of my favourite red, Evans and Tate merlot 1999, she ordered a Bacardi breezer. I slipped a Cuban from my silver cigar case, clipped it, and drew back deeply after lighting with a match.
“How much of my mind can you touch?” I ventured. I saw a flicker of thought cross her face as she contemplated her answer.
“Well, it is all to do with emotion” she went on “If the feeling or emotion is very strong I can sense.. No more than that I can experience the emotion with the sender. I have to fantasise and fill in the bank, but if the feeling is strong enough, as yours was as we walked, there is little left for me to imagine”.
I stared at her, and then breaking the stare was again draw to her youthful beauty.
“Well do we do now? I questioned.
As I reeled at her reply, “My place is a short walk away” she gulped down the last of her drink and stood in a command – “lets go”.
As soon as she shut the door to her bed-sit I took her into my arms and kissed her deeply pushing my closeted erection against her body. She squirmed in my arms and I felt her warm wet free granny pic tongue dart into my mouth and explore from teeth to tonsils.
Biting into her neck my hands tore at her denims and pulled them down along with her knickers. Releasing my cock and with out ceremony I pushed into her as she stood flattened against the wall just inside the closed door. As my cock slipped into her wet and warm hole I lifted her so her feet were just off the ground and began to pound into her pussy with a rough vigour.
I felt her kick off her shoes and the remnants of her jeans and knickers as, swinging on my neck, she raised her legs around my body. This allowed me to sink myself deeper into her as she bit on my ear.
She whispered, “Fuck me, and fuck me hard”.