Wet Encounters Ch. 11

INTRODUCTION TO READERS

WET ENCOUNTERS is a novel-length story of love, lust and betrayal that takes place on a tropical Pacific island during the second half of the twentieth century.

It's seventeen chapters pivot around a single event that takes place when two people are forced to take refuge in an abandoned cabin when they are cut off by rising floodwaters.

During the three nights they spend together, they discover things about themselves and the regular occupants of the cottage that will destroy their previously stable lives.

The big question is, can anything be saved from the wreckage that remains after the floodwaters recede?

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

The light was beginning to fade when I woke. A glance at my watch told me that it was just after five o'clock. I hated doing it but as gently as I could, I withdrew my cock from Juanita - earning a disappointing but unconscious groan and a mumbled, "Noooo," for my trouble - and unwrapped my arms from around her so I could go out to check the water levels before the light was completely gone.

It was still raining heavily and I noted that the piece of firewood I'd placed on the step above the previous level was gone. That indicated that the water was still rising. The fact that it was only just lapping at the next step told me that its rate of rise was continuing to slow, however. Most importantly, it told me that we would be safe in the cabin for another night. It was hard to tell in the fading light but it looked like the mountains to the west of us were more clearly outlined against the sky than they had been for the past couple of days.

'We mightn't have as long as I'd hoped,' I thought, as I turned to go back inside the cabin. 'Once that water starts to drop, it will only be a matter of hours - a day at most - before we'll have to return to the other side of the creek.'

I went into the kitchen and, after stoking up the fire in the stove, retrieved a piece of firewood from the pile of wet split timber I'd stacked beside the door. I then returned to the verandah to mark the next step above the one that was about to go under. While passing the bathroom, I had also picked up our makeshift toilet, which I emptied into the fast-flowing floodwaters, giving it a good rinse out before placing it up onto the verandah deck. I then took up a feet-apart position in preparation for emptying my bladder into the floodwaters.

"Our John does that at home," Juanita's voice broke my reverie just as I was about to release my flow. "In fact, I'm sure he much prefers to urinate off the back steps than in the toilet. I don't know what it is with men and their penises. They seem to enjoy flashing it about for the whole world to see it. The other thing I have noticed is that they seem to like drawing pictures and creating rainbows and arches with their stream."

As she had been talking, she had been descending the stairs. Taking up a position beside me, she reached across and replaced my hand on my shaft and used it to steer the flow, drawing figures-of-eight in the water beneath us then lifting it up to see how high it would go. I don't think I've ever pissed for so long. It felt oddly erotic to have someone else holding onto my cock and directing the flow as I emptied my bladder. By the time I'd finished, I was beginning to harden up again. Juanita didn't help when she started rubbing her hand up and down along my shaft.

"Now," she said, "It's my turn. Let's see if you can do the same for me. Sit back on the step behind you and let me sit in your lap. I've never done this - or anything like this - before but you seem to make me want to try new things; things I would never have thought of doing in the past or with anyone else."

Once I had taken my seat on the step, Juanita lowered herself into my lap and after forcing my legs apart, opened her legs so they were splayed out over mine. She then grabbed my hands in her own and pushed them down between her legs, using them to open her soft inner lips to expose her urethra. Leaning back against me, she relaxed the muscles controlling her bladder and started pissing. Using her hands to guide mine, she started manipulating her piss hole so it sprayed up, down and sideways. She then released her hold on my hands and let me steer the boat.

That's when things got a bit messy. I didn't have the same delicate touch that she had. Up was okay; although I did go a little bit too far and some of her urine ended up being sprayed over both of us in what I learned much later in life was called a golden shower. I got the down okay; down is down, after all. It was the sideways control that I found hard to manage. I ended up getting her urine over both her legs and mine.

As mine had done, earlier, her bladder eventually emptied, although with both of us laughing so much, she kept releasing small spurts for ages. Setting aside the full-blown fucking we had been indulging in for the past twenty-four hours, it was the most fun of an erotic nature I'd had in years. And the beauty of it was that it was something we would be able to work on for however long we were going to have together.

The one thing that surprised me about that erotic play, though, was how much urine she had stored in her bladder after having squirted so many times during our earlier lovemaking session. The other thing was that the smell of her urine was different to the fluid she'd released when squirting, This was something I was going to have to look into; although, I didn't think I was going to find the answer in the set of Encyclopedia Britannica I'd recently purchased. As it turned out, it would be many years before I found the answers to those questions.

When we finally stopped laughing, we scrambled to our feet and made our way inside. Darkness was quickly descending upon our little refuge in the wild, crocodile-infested waters that surrounded us. As the daylight waned, though, the mosquitoes and other night-time insect came out to play. The mosquitoes were the main worry, though. They carried both Malaria and Dengue fever, two diseases we could do without.

We had both received a drenching from the rain while playing pissing games on the front steps of the little cabin but it hadn't been enough to wash away the encrusted evidence of our earlier sexual romp. We badly needed a shower.

I handed the bucket to Juanita and steered her towards the bathroom while I diverted towards the kitchen to collect our towels. When I joined her, I pulled the plug in the bath to see if I could drain the water that had been sitting there since the previous night. Apparently, the fast-flowing flood water was creating a vortex in and around the wastewater sump and the bathwater drained as quickly as it would normally have done. I wondered if it was doing the same thing with the septic tank so I gave the toilet a flush. It, too, worked. It appeared that I had been wrong in my assumptions about our drainage. 'Still,' I thought, 'better to err on the side of caution than to survive the flood only to come down with a dose of Cholera.'

If the toilet was flushing, I surmised, it was because the water flow was sucking everything out of the septic tank. Our water supply was still limited, though, so flushing the toilet was going to have to be limited to solids. Our urine would have to either have to sit in the bowl until it required flushing or we would have to continue using the bucket and emptying it at regular intervals. The other alternative, of course - which might be better suited to me than to Juanita - would be to simply pee off the front steps.

I raised these matters with my lover as she stood under the shower while I washed her down. I had replaced the plug to collect our shower water so we could wash our bedsheets and fluid-stained towels when we changed them.

"I'm happy to pee off the front steps, too," Juanita said, as I applied soap to every bump and crack on her body. "You'll have to be there to protect me, though. There might be crocodiles lurking in those waters. In fact, you might have to help meeee!" Her voice rose an octave or two as I inserted a couple of fingers into her vagina to ensure no dirt had crept in there. She recovered quickly from her surprise, though, lifting one leg, placing her foot on the edge of the bath to provide me with better access.

After working her to a small orgasm, I soaped up a finger and sliding it further back past her short perineum and used it to play with her anus. As soon as I felt her begin to relax her sphincter, I pushed the finger up into her rectum. I had only intended to tease her by inserting it in as far as the first knuckle and giving it a quick jiggle but as I pushed past her tight little anal bud, she pushed back and my whole finger disappeared all the way up to its base. She must have been sitting right on the edge of a second orgasm because, as soon as it had bottomed out, she screamed and started shuddering. I felt her sphincter pulsating on my finger as she convulsed through another climax.

As her legs gave out, I extracted my finger and lowered her down into the water that had collected in the bottom of the bath, turning the shower off to avoid wasting water while I was seeing to her.

"My God!" she croaked as she sat in the shallow bathwater. "If that's what happens when you put a finger up there, what's going to happen when you finally get around to stick your thermometer up there? I was looking forward to finding out after this afternoon's little experience but now I'm not so sure."

"It's entirely up to you," I said, as I slid down to sit behind her and pulled her back to be cradled against my chest. "It might be too much for you."

"Besides," I said, "if the water starts dropping, we might not have time to prepare you for the grand finale. I would have liked to have had another couple of days to stretch you to the point where you could accept me without it being painful. We might have to put it off for another time. In the meantime, my love, I think we will be able to keep ourselves occupied with the things we have already learned about each other until we can cross the creek.

"We'll need to talk about how we're going to sort things out after that. But it's not something we need to worry about for the moment."

Of course, my cock hadn't been lying idle during our bath time play session and Juanita could feel its length pressing up against her back as we had been talking. Without a word, she raised herself as if to stand, then reached one hand between her legs and grabbed my tempered steel rod before settling back down and embedding it in her vaginal tunnel. I could feel her walls spreading to take its girth but at no time did she hesitate. She drove it all the way home in a single, uninterrupted motion. Only when she felt it slip past the mouth of her cervix and try to drive itself up into her gut did she stop; and only then, I believe, because it could go no further. I think if I had been another inch longer, she would have kept pushing.

With my cock buried deep inside her, Juanita started rotating and rocking to get it seated comfortably in her silk-lined cavern. I think she was trying to squeeze it in between the folds of her gut so she could become part of her body. Once she was happy with its position, she relaxed back against me and started to gently massage it with her pelvic muscles. Apart from a bit of rocking and rolling, her body hardly moved. I just sat back and enjoyed the ride. In fact, I drifted off into some sort of meditative state. I wasn't surprised when Juanita later told me that she did the same.

She must have been working on me for about an hour when I was suddenly awoken by a massive explosion of semen from my balls. I don't think I have even come so hard and for so long as I did in the bath that night. In hindsight, I'm not sure whether it was my coming that woke me or Juanita's jaguar-like screams. Her explosive orgasm hit at precisely the same moment as mine. I was roaring and she was screaming in unison as we worked our way through a pair of long, self-perpetuating orgasms which ceased only when we were too exhausted to continue.

If it hadn't been for the cold water, we probably would have spent the night lying in the bath. As it was, we both quickly showered and dried ourselves off before heading for the kitchen to warm ourselves by the stove.

"I don't know what just happened," I said to Juanita, "but it's certainly something I believe I will always remember. It's also something I want to try again."

We've come close many times since but we've never quite been able to replicate the intensity of that particular cataclysmic orgasm. In spite of not having been able to attain that same level of Nirvana, though, we've not been disappointed. As I had explained to Juanita - or was it her alter ego, Noan? - most of the enjoyment is in the journey. Just because we've not been able to reach our desired destination hasn't meant that we haven't enjoyed trying.

Darkness had well and truly descended over our little cabin by the time we had finished our bathroom activities so we had to fumble around in the glow from the stove while we retrieved and lit a couple of lanterns. After our late lunch, neither of us was particularly hungry so we decided to put off having dinner. Instead, I poured us each a drink - a gin and tonic for Juanita and a scotch for me - and we adjourned to the living room.

"I don't often smoke," Juanita said as she settled into one side of the old, worn, two-seater lounge, "but I really think I would enjoy one tonight. Would you mind rolling one for me, please, Matthew? There are a couple of packets of tobacco and some papers in the cooler box. I bought them for James while I was in town yesterday. My God! Was it only yesterday?

"If I remember correctly, you're a smoker as well. You must be hanging out for one by now. I'm surprised that I haven't heard you complain about not having had one for so long. Don't be shy. Help yourself, my darling. I think it would be petty for him to complain about sharing an ounce or two of tobacco with the man who has stolen his wife from him. Don't you?"

"Indeed, I do," I answered, agreeing with her slightly twisted logic, as I walked back to the kitchen to get the tobacco and papers and an ashtray.

With our smokes lit and our drinks topped up, I sat down beside Juanita. She immediately folded her legs and tucked them up beside herself. Turning slightly, she lifted my right arm over her shoulder and rested my hand on her left breast. We were sitting like a long-married couple who were comfortable in each other's company. The only difference between that scene and the one in which we were actually pictured was that we were naked.

We sat like that for about ten minutes. Nothing was said during the whole of that time. We both just basked in our love and stared into the low, yellow flame of the kerosene lantern. Oh, and I played with Juanita's nipple.

"How are we going to...?" We both spoke the same words at precisely the same moment. It was uncanny.

We both turned to look at each other and burst into laughter. During the short time we had been together - it was still only a little over twenty-four hours since I had left my home to come down to rescue Juanita - there had been a number of moments when we had felt that we had been merely marking time while waiting for the door that stood between us to open. Our episode in the bath had been one such moment. The time when we had sat holding each other while our hearts melded was another. And they were each memorable life-defining events. But this was the moment that put the icing on the cake for me. It showed that our connection wasn't simply one that was based on our physical attraction for each other, but that it was based on something much deeper and long-lasting.

"Wow!" We both said, once again in unison before we joined lips in a long, lingering kiss that said that we both recognised the significance of what had just happened.

"Ladies first," I said as our lips parted.

"I was just going to ask," Juanita said with a cheeky smile on her face, "what you were planning on doing about supper?"

"Really?" I said, matching her smile. "That's amazing. Because I was going to ask you the same thing. After all, I did lunch."

"You did such a great job of it," she came back, "that I thought you might like to take on the role permanently. But if we're going to argue about it, I suppose I'll have to do it. I don't know that I could handle another round of make-up sex after our last argument."

"Did we just have another fight?" I asked. "Because if it was, I'm looking forward to the next one.

"Anyway," I said, "was that what you were really going to ask?"

"No," she said after we had finished laughing at our ability to quickly fit into each other's mindset, "in all honesty, I was going to ask what your thoughts are about how we are going to address our little problem once we cross back into the real world?"

"Which is exactly what I was going to ask you," I said. "My thoughts haven't changed. I believe we should face it head-on. I can't speak for you, but now that I know that Liz has been carrying on a long-term adulterous affair behind my back, I am not prepared to spend another night in the same bed with her.

"As I said earlier, if James doesn't want to take her on, I'll put her on a plane and send her back down to her mother in Australia. I'll probably let her take the girls with her as I wouldn't want to separate them from their mother. The same would apply if she were to move in with James; just so long as she didn't refuse me access to them.

"Of course, her moving in with James would be totally dependent upon the decisions you made regarding your ongoing relationship with him. Regardless of whether she was to move in with him or she was to take the girls and fly south, however, my commitment to you stands. As far as I am concerned, you and I are to become husband and wife as soon as we can legally do so. Until that happens - and assuming that you don't want to stay with James - I would be delighted to have you live with me in a de facto relationship. That invitation includes young John if James would agree to it.

"Such an arrangement might cause a few tongues to wag and might cause us both a bit of embarrassment for a while but people soon get over such things and move onto their next scandal reasonably quickly. If there's one thing you can be sure of in a frontier country like New Guinea, there'll always be a scandal or two for the rumour-mongers to latch onto.

"Now, what are your thoughts?"

"My thoughts are the same as yours," Juanita said. "I can't see myself going back to live under the same roof as a husband who has been carrying on an affair behind my back for as long as he has. Even if I were to do so for our son's sake, I could never share his bed. "Knowing that he could never give me the level of sexual and emotional satisfaction as you have done would destroy me. Whether he would be as generous about letting John come with me as you are prepared to be with Liz, is doubtful, however. Although, if Liz moved in with him and took the girls with her, he might see things differently.

"I would never prevent him from seeing his son, as I hope Liz wouldn't stand in the way of you seeing your daughters. And perhaps, over time, any anger that might have developed between us will have dissipated enough for us to accept the new family arrangements.

"Strangely, I'm not angry about what James has done to me; perhaps because of what has happened between you and me. That's not to say that I'm over the moon about it. I am disappointed and saddened by the fact that he has entered a romantic relationship with a woman I considered to be my friend. I am equally saddened by the fact that a woman I thought was a close friend has stolen my husband from me.