Oliver Benjamin
face and biting my lips with the corner of her mouth. For a second I
thought about how wonderful it was to be in a strange, beautiful
country, making love to a strange, beautiful woman, in a strange,
beautiful ocean, until suddenly I was interrupted by the realization
that I was definitely going to come. Also at this time I heard a great
deal of screaming coming from the volunteers who, I figured, were
watching us. I decided to ignore them, and concentrate on the task at
hand, but they kept yelling louder and louder, and Greta was
moaning louder and louder and my orgasm was buzzing louder and
louder in my ears and there was another noise that was getting
louder and louder that I couldn’t quite make out and everything was
going at a fever pitch until I looked over Greta’s shoulder and saw
what it was the volunteers were screaming about.
Boom! We were hit by a wave with the size and force of a cattle
stampede. I was torn from Greta so suddenly and with such force that
I nearly lost my manhood forever. While tumbling head over heels,
out of control in the merciless surf I apparently had my orgasm but
was too befuddled to feel it.
Beached on the shore, recovering from the impact, I crawled
over to where Greta was sprawled. She was laughing uncontrollably.
“Wow! What a climax!” she said in between her giggling, “I
think it almost killed me!”
I thought about what the coincidence of two people reaching
orgasm and getting hit by a twelve-foot wave at the same time was,
and through my drunken haze decided that Greta and I were
definitely meant to be together. The volunteers had congregated
around our prostrate bodies and started to applaud loudly, and for
decency’s sake I quickly covered Greta’s naked body with mine. She
pushed me off, still laughing hysterically.
Greta and I stayed down by the surf and talked for a while. In
my drunkenness I suggested to her that we run away to some tropical
country together and stay in a little shack on the beach—where we
could live for nothing and make love in the ocean whenever we
wanted to.
“Where?” she said.
“I don’t know. I’m not big on geography. What’s cheap and hot
and has good food and nice beaches?”
“Thailand. I was on Samrin Island once. It’s perfect.”
I kissed her. “Thailand it is then.”
She told me I was crazy as if it was a good thing. I felt at that
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