LLP-108 The Underground Model by Jean Sifton ... - OpenDrive

shoulders to gain more leverage as he continued his hurried rhythmic thrustings.
"Oh ... Oh ... Ughhhhh!" he gasped and groaned, as he felt the hot sticky fluid burst forth from his loaded
balls and spew itself deep within her hot, wet, clasping cavern. Patricia clung to him desperately as she
felt the hot sperm shoot through her, mixing with her own cuntal fluids, and then gushing out again,
overflowing down on the soft flesh of her inner thighs, only to be washed away by the next ocean wave
that sprayed down on their trembling bodies.
Still gasping, Mark pulled himself reluctantly away from her, and lifting her with him as he stood, braced
his weakened knees to keep them from buckling beneath him. They stood there for a moment, clinging
to each other and let the wild surf wash against their legs, trying to recapture the strength they would
need to swim back to the open beach on the other side of the cove. No words were spoken, for none
were needed at that moment to communicate the intense satisfaction that swelled deep within their
bodies, and then hand in hand they waded through the foamy sea water, past the breakers, out to the
calm, cool waters that would lead them back to a safe shore.
* * *
After those first wild moments, Patricia and Mark spent a wonderful two weeks together ... swimming
during the day and going for long walks in the evening, sometimes talking to each other about their
individual views on life, and what future hopes or hidden ambitions drove them to their separate goals.
Patricia discovered that first night when she moved her belongings from the motel to his cabin, that he
was a struggling writer of the new left "hip" group and that he was now trying to complete a novel written
in a campy commercial style solely because he had run out of money and had no other source of income.
She sensed that the uncompleted book was a strong force behind his sudden moody silences that
periodically overshadowed their bright moments together, and tried to ignore them, hoping that their
new-found happiness would bring him away from those somber moods. But as the second week drew
to an end, his moods increased in frequency, and lingered over him longer than before. Finally, when she
could stand his shifts in temperament no longer, she decided to leave, knowing that a day longer with him
would forever ruin the memory of their first passionate encounters.
She waited until later that evening when he drove down to the small general store to get some beer and
cigarettes. At first, he insisted she come with him, but she feigned a headache, trying not to reveal on her
face the tightness that had balled up in her chest for want of him.
He hesitated at the door. "Is something wrong, Patricia?"
She stood there, her heart pounding, then rushed over to him and put her arms around his waist, burying
her head in the wide expanse of his chest. "No ... nothing's wrong," she mumbled, fighting back the tears
that were swimming under the lids of her eyes. "I'll be all right."
He kissed her lightly on the ear and closed his hand about her waist, stroking the roundness of her hips.
"I'll be back soon, baby," he said, and stepped out the door.
The muffled roar of his sports car was still an echo in her ears, and she brusquely wiped away the hot
tears that were blinding her vision as her numbed body went through the motions of packing her clothes,
finally taking them out to her car. She paused a moment, and viewed the sunset still breathtaking in its
brilliance, then turned on the ignition and slowly drove back to the coastal highway.
Chapter 2
Patricia stood before the mirror with her eyes half-shut against the reflection of her nude body, as the
vivid memory of her brief affair with Mark completely permeated her soul with unfulfilled yearning. To