Dolphin Heat, a short extract: booking the river cruise

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As I opened up the office a stunning woman approached and waited politely for me to make my way inside. I could only take in a little of her appearance as I fussed with the locks. What I could see of her had me flustered and fumbling. She cooed to me, in the most beautifully gentle and reassuring voice, “Don’t rush honey, I can wait until you are open for business.” Something about the way she said that, with just a hint of playful impishness, made me even more hot and bothered.

She was dressed much like me, her mature and lovely body more graceful and full. Quite the bombshell, her body wasn’t conventional pin-up. The overall impression she gave was of sleekness and power; all streamlined curves, she was like a woman-shaped torpedo. Her legs were long and strong, bulging with muscle. Her neck was long too, not thick, yet somehow the torpedo impression remained with me, as I stole more quick glances while I went about switching on the lights, checking the radio, and the other routines of opening the office for business. Her top was made of straps which cut across her bodice, revealing and highlighting enticing lace and very full, round and naturally gorgeous breasts. Her skin was glistening golden, not brown or white. Her micro shorts highlighted her tight perfectly rounded and muscular butt and long powerful legs which I had already admired. As I had first noticed, her thighs were larger and thicker than was fashionable, but the strength evident in her just made me want to feel them wrapping around me. Her angular, almost squarish, face was beautifully framed by shortish and lovely black hair that was just perfect, even though it was dripping wet. She wore no cosmetics or jewellery, but the overall effect of her gorgeous full lips, beautiful smiling grey-green eyes and perfect skin was stunning. What really set off her face, making her one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, was her nose which was largish, blunt and round, with flaring nostrils. She was utterly gorgeous, and not just for her striking beauty. She was simply entrancing with her mischievous glint in her eye, her wide smile, the way she held herself, and a glowing animal intensity that shone from her.

I could not take my eyes away, trying to take in everything about her. Helped by her skimpy clothes and no makeup, I could see the suggestion of a coin-sized circle low on her throat. It looked to me like maybe she had had a tracheostomy at some point, perhaps she had choked on something as a child, or had some kind of accident? As I pondered this interesting blemish I realised I was totally besotted, and increasingly befuddled. I tried to stop staring at her, as disconcerting prickling sensations were breaking out all over my body. Without her intending it in any way, I found myself shrinking to my former persona of a nervous, gawky, and unconfident teenager. I thought I had begun to shed some of my former self-consciousness and to blossom just a little. Suddenly, here were all my self-doubts again.

Somehow I got past her and behind the desk; shielding me a little from the effect of her presence upon my senses and defences. She waited for me to collect myself then spoke gently, cooing like before. “Could you please take me up the river to see the dolphins? I can pay whatever you need to charge for taking just me on a special trip.” Her voice was melodic and vibrant; the sound and energy of her voice touching me to my very core. I was transfixed. I could feel my vagina swelling open with raw carnal desire, wetness was starting to ooze there, threatening to run down my thighs; my nipples were pushing against my flimsy top, ruby hard, pointing out erect from my swelling breasts. To complete my quickly escalating horniness, I could feel my clitoris bulging as its tip revealed itself from under its covering hood, the heat of its engorgement stirring deep within the lowest part of my belly.

My body’s quick and abundant reaction to her presence and request was a little terrifying. For a moment I froze, not saying or doing anything as I fought for control with my unbridled lust. A moment went by as I waited for words to return to me. She smiled, completely aware of her strong affect upon me, and she withdrew just a little. Then I could avert my eyes, breathe again, and try to think out some appropriate sounding words to say.

“I can take you,” I blurted out. “We only have the larger cruise boat free this morning, which costs a bit more, actually a lot for just one person. I am sorry but I will have to charge you three-hundred dollars for just an hour up the river?” I was amazed I had got this out, although it had all come in a bit of a rush. I could deal with this I realised. I just had to be professional and treat it as another day at the office, which for our family involved boating paying customers upon the lower reaches of the Hastings River, and the coast off Port Macquarie.

She smiled at me again as she made precisely three-hundred-dollars magically appear from somewhere about her person, which she then handed to me. As she did so she got close to me and I swooned at the lovely smell of her. It was not the raw animal smell that I had half expected, nor the beautifully perfumed boudoir scent of a sensuous woman which I more expected. To my nostrils her closeness suggested nothing other than the strong smell of the river itself; perhaps she had already been for a quick swim. It was intoxicating to be so close to her and I feared once more that I might drool or moan with lust. She stepped back, again reaching inside herself to soften her affect upon me, allowing me to make the necessary preparations.

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You can read a larger sample or purchase the full story (approx 10 800 words) for 0.99 USD at many ebook stores, but not the KindleStore (due to its content and their editorial policy).  This is the Smashwords link:  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/225597?ref=RFStrong

 

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Ronnie Strong

Ronnie came to writing fine erotica via his studies and career in professional writing. He grew up in East Doncaster, during the sixties and seventies. Ronnie then lived in student share houses in Fitzroy during the 1980s. He moved further north in Melbourne's suburbs over the years. He also had an interlude in a country town and Melbourne’s inner western suburbs. He is now very settled in a little pocket of Reservoir near La Trobe University. That is where he completed his PhD. Ronnie is a working parent with young children. His day job as a policy officer with a government department is a bit of a distraction, but does pay the bills. Ronnie loves music and has been a David Bowie fan all his life. He follows the Sydney Swans AFL football club. He also like reading and great movies and television series.

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