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On the Ocean

Date: 7/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Female/Female, Interracial, Male/Female, Author: Norton X, Rating: 80.8, Source: sexstories.com

my face in your neck with your golden hair in my face. "Hi," I say. "Hi," you reply. You have a lovely voice. You add, "That's a big picture, huh? Lot of people." I quickly turn to glance at it before facing you again. "Yeah, it is. I'm Norton by the way." "Hi, Norton. I'm Gwen." Your smile is the most beautiful thing as we shake hands. "Nice to meet you," we both say at the same time, causing our faces to flush. Funny, I think. The world is about to end and we're two adults acting like nervous teenagers. I'm not great at first encounters with women I am attracted to. I don't know how you fair, but maybe the end of the world is the catalyst in this connection we're making. Two teenagers stumble out of a room behind us and kiss each other. Their faces flush. We both stare at them. They see us but pretend not to notice. It's not hard to see that they've just finished making love. The boy watches the girl wave and walk away. Then he thinks better and asks, "What's your name?" She stops, turns, and with an angelic smile on her face, says, "Alice." He nods and says, "I love you, Alice." Seems like they just met and it was love at first sight, huh? Real love or not, it's something. I'm happy for them and I see you staring as well, a look of envy and longing on your face. I'm feeling that too, but I don't show it. I just smile at the scene. "I love you too, honey," Alice says to her end-of-the-world lover before walking quickly back to whichever part of the church she had been ... previously. She didn't bother to learn his name, but that doesn't really matter now, does it? What they shared will stay with her until she dies along with everyone else on this planet. It's a huge denominational structure with many facilities, so many places for people to gather. She may have to walk for a full minute before reaching the place where she had come from. There's a lot of people here and yet quite a number of places where people can spend alone time with no one to disturb them. Maybe it's a good thing not everyone believes that a church is the best place to be when the end of the world shows up. You look down at the floor and place your hands behind you in your back jean pockets, pronouncing your gorgeous torso even more. Your feet kick idly at the carpet as you ask, "Are those two your kids?" "Yeah, they are." I wonder if you've noticed that I'm not wearing a wedding ring. I stopped wearing mine when my wife told me she was in love with a woman and wanted a divorce. You say, "They're beautiful. You've got a nice family. You divorced?" "Yeah. One year now." "I'm sorry." This is strange because this conversation should feel normal, and yet, why do I sense an urgency in your voice? The urgency is rising in me too. "Thanks," I reply. "Where's your husband?" I wonder if I said that right. Should I have said something else? It seems like an hour before you respond as I panic for no reason, but it's only three seconds. "He passed away two years ago. Rock-climbing ...