Thread: Gone and Back Again Dreams and Reality (Wolvenrogue and Lagertha)

The red hair had caught Joe's attention. It was a very unusual color on an island of white sand beaches the deepest green conifers and the bluest water and whitest clouds Joe had ever seen. Just a small tan lump on the white sand covered in matted red tangles. Could it be a girl? Joe started off in a dead run. His body had filled out well since he arrived on the island as a skinny, lanky 18 year old with a shock of sandy blond hair, and the tiniest bit of facial hair. Now at 35, he was a full six foot 2 and 180 pounds of pure sinew and muscle. With barely an ounce of body fat, his deeply tanned skin made his blond body hair and beard stand out in a very distinctive way. Though his back was bare and smooth his chest was covered in a thick mat that spoke clearly of the high levels of testosterone that flowed in his blood. He was naked, which had become his custom due to lack of any clothes and remained so because it suited him. The semi tropical weather was seldom cold. As he ran, his long manhood slapped against his thighs and heavy ball sack. He reached the creature on the beach in mere seconds and stood towering over her tiny body watching carefully to see if she showed any signs of life. When he saw her back rise and fall he was relieved and excited and knelt down beside her tiny, mostly naked frame. It had been so long since he had seen another human being that he scarcely knew what to do. Lifting her thigh and pushing on her shoulder he rolled the small girl onto her back and gasped audibly at the sight. Despite the sand and debris covering her skin, he marveled at her simple beauty. Pushing the hair out of her half open eyes, he started to speak before realizing he did not know what to say. The English he had grown up with had seldom crossed his lips and know it seemed he had forgotten the words. In frustration, he fell silent and gently brushed the larger pieces of seaweed and flotsam from her body. Her tattered blouse covered nothing and simply fell away leaving her breasts completely exposed. They looked full and beautiful and were capped with twin peaks that stood like small hazel nuts atop each one. Her shorts were in one piece, but owing to a large rip in one leg did little to preserve her modesty. Her slit was in plain view as it peeked through the blazing red hair that covered her sex and as her thighs lay splayed wide, her puckered little rose bud seemed to wink at him. It was at that moment that a feeling returned to Joe that he had not experienced in quite some time. He had stopped masturbating some 5 years ago, and until this moment there had been nothing to arouse him. As he scooped her from the sand in his heavily muscled arms she seemed nearly weightless, and when he stood and began to walk across the warm sand toward where the small creek escaped the trees, he could feel his cock beginning to grow and stiffen to the point where it was bumping he soft bottom occasionally as he walked. Cradling the creature in his arms he walked up the stream which was cooler than the ocean and fresh water to a point where it widened in to a pool at the base of a small water fall. Reaching the deepest part of the pool he dipped her in the cool clean water while holding her in one arm and washing a way the sand with his free hand. Knowing the cool water would likely wake her, he held her firmly , hoping she would not panic.