Union

Well, Stephanie says sex sells on the internet so let's get right down to it. Chapter 6 is the first chapter in Hardball that gets hot and steamy. Let me know what you think . . .


Chapter 6-ULTIMATE


It wasn’t a vacation, but the next best thing. Bob, Emily and 3 other ATF agents were assigned to a far-away South Pacific island which was suspected as the main arms depot of one of the most cold-blooded anti-government cults and one which Bob and his team had been unable to crack for years. It resulted in the first of the few physical and spiritual mergers of Bob and Emily in their many years together, and these scarce, magnificent events occurred only as a result of the pure fate in the congruence of a man, a woman and a higher power.
Emily Sanchez had been an ATF agent for only a couple of years and had already risen to the top of Bringston’s team with acts of heroism, courage and brilliant strategic suggestions. She was a born leader who consistently thought a step or two ahead of the criminal mind. Wherever she had gone in life, she always strived to succeed. Her father let her know as far back as she could remember that she was the best. At the University of Texas, both undergraduate and in law school, she was near the top of the class.
It was in college that Emily met the only man with whom she ever had a serious relationship. She had casual relationships with many men in the past and friendships with others but never was intimate with anyone. She had yet to meet a man who was worth the commitment and diversion from her deep-rooted mission to achieve.
In her junior year, she met senior Rene Douglas at a Texas Longhorn football game. She was immediately attracted to his good looks, confidence and charm. His intelligence drew her in even deeper and he was one of the few men who seemed not to be intimidated by her intellect and aggressiveness. He came from an aristocratic family in France with a long history of accomplishment.
Rene enrolled at Texas Law School soon after he and Emily had begun their passionate relationship. In his second semester there, he proposed marriage to Emily. They planned a gala affair in Paris the following year. When Rene finished his first year of law school, Emily proudly proclaimed she had been accepted to the University of Texas School of Law and was anxiously looking forward to starting her studies in September.
“But what about our plans to build a family?” asked Rene, although he couldn’t have been surprised by Emily’s announcement since she had talked about law school since they met.
“I am devoted to creating a big healthy family with you Rene, but I must accomplish certain things before I bring children into my life. I will first become a successful lawyer and build a solid foundation for my family,” said Emily.
Rene had always been attracted to Emily’s will to win, but until her declaration had not taken it very seriously. His strong European tradition made it impossible for him to accept such an independent woman in marriage. The wedding plans were cancelled. After graduation, Rene went to work for energy trader Enron in Houston. Emily graduated a year later and soon succeeded as a sole practitioner. Years before the biggest corporate scandal in US history broke wide open, Rene was charged with securities law violations. He was defended by Emily who was able to get him a sweet deal. Rene was facing up to five years in prison and Emily got him probation, with no time and a $50,000 fine. In addition, she argued on behalf of her client before the Texas State Bar and saved his law license. There steamy physical relationship ended long ago but their friendship would last a lifetime.
As Emily stood at the shore of this south Pacific island after helping unload the boat, she stared out to sea and wondered if she would ever meet the man who would tolerate her independence while agreeing to build a family. She was beyond thirty and was thinking more and more about stopping work all together to satisfy her blossoming urges to have children. She would have to deal with these deep-rooted life issues later. She was part of an important mission and others were depending on her.
The five federal agents met at an abandoned tribal campground to devise their search strategy. Bringston took out his detailed map of the island and dispersed each of the agents to the various sections. Each was well armed with semi-automatic guns, 45-caliber pistols and a 2-way radio to keep in constant contact. They would meet back at the campground in precisely 6 hours.
Bob and Emily crossed paths about 2 hours into the search at the North shore of the island. Emily stood at the edge of the lush green jungle and saw Bob standing at the tide line gazing out at the crystal clear blue Pacific. He stood at the shore where the reflection of the sunrays spanning across the massive Pacific ended at Bob’s feet. As Emily watched, she felt a surge of electricity that sizzled her spine and warmed her body from within.
She walked down to the shore where Bob was standing and suggested, “I’m not as experienced as you, but I don’t think you’ll find any weapons in the ocean.”
“Looking at this ocean reminds me of my college days at Arizona State when we took weekend jaunts to the California coast and surfed from dusk till dawn,” Bob explained.
The two stood in tandem and stared far out to sea. Emily was silent and had the most enlightened look of contentment on her already most pleasing-looking face. Bob looked over to Emily standing next to him and noticed her most wonderful profile. So firm, natural and so feminine.
“How about a dip?” Emily urged in the near-100-degree island temperature.
“Why not?” Bob agreed.
Emily kept her light T-shirt and shorts on and got rid of her guns and other gear. Bob took off everything except his shorts. He radioed to the 3 other agents as to their location on the island. He breathed a sigh of relief, as they were all at least 2 hours away from where he and Emily were. At the same time, his heart was pounding with excitement, pumping what seemed half his blood supply down to his waist.
Bob’s washboard stomach and magnetic smile set Emily’s hormones into turbo charge. After a few minutes of body surfing and other fun and frolic in the ocean, Bob got out of the water with Emily right behind. He watched Emily walk towards him with her own radiant smile and her most magnificent breasts protruding through the drenched T-shirt. The regulations against sexual relations with fellow agents drifted out of his mind like the rocks he was playfully tossing into the ocean shortly before Emily arrived. Smoothly, gently, he took her hand into his and slowly, methodically, they walked along the shoreline.
“Why not?” Bob said in his deep but tender voice.
Emily was more than ready for that question. They ran to each other and tightly embraced. Just the feel of Emily in Bob’s arms made him sense the surging hormones racing from his pituitary to his pelvic area resulting in a state of full arousal. From there, the warmth radiated throughout his body and beyond.
It was as if stampedes of love, lust and other high-powered emotions were set free and came charging towards one another. The two embraced and cherished the feel of each other in their arms, hands and fingertips. The surge of electricity, which Emily had felt minutes earlier, had now become nuclear and enveloped her entire existence. The two rolled in the sand, kissed and caressed each other over their entire bodies and madly displayed their deep affection for one another.
The sight of them naked together on the beach seemed as natural a part of the seascape as the beach surrounding them and the seagulls circling above. Bob’s svelte, muscular and light-skinned body was a brilliant contrast to Emily’s full, brown and spectacularly curved physique. The sunrays glistening off her wet body added to the already magnificent shine radiating from her.
His penetration into her was as deep as it was gentle, yet hard at precisely the right time. At various moments, she felt a vibration, massaging or light touching along the inside of her vaginal wall and beyond. At times, he tickled her and at random instants throughout their merger she was taken over the top like the 20-foot waves behind her. She was precisely where she should be and with exactly the right person. She not only had this most wonderful man driving into her, she happened to be lying on her back at a point in the sand where there was a small uphill grade enabling her to sit up slightly and fully experience the sensations. The two were intimately intertwined like a piece of intricately woven Mayan art work. The movements and thrusts of their bodies seemed perfectly synchronized with the pounding and crashing of the waves at the rear. Along the way, they had to stop. Though these two were in top physical shape, they were so engrossed in their mate, so consumed by each other, they took their bodies to the limit and just had to rest. The little breaks never lasted long as the boiling biology in their bodies drove them to another complete connection. By the time this grand sexual and spiritual adventure ended, each had reached multiple, breathtaking orgasms and the moments and the buildup thereto were just as spine tingling and inspiring.
It was more than physically satisfying moments. They had tapped a source of a higher power, a deeper meaning. They both felt so fortunate to appreciate another human being so intimately and so completely. In addition, their bottled up sexual energy that they had exchanged unfulfilled for nearly two years had reached the boiling point and burst out in the grandest of fashions in the most natural of environments on earth.
As Emily stood up, Bob noticed a small indentation on the back of her neck, as if she had been leaning against something. They looked down where Emily had been lying in the sand and saw a small piece of metal protruding from the surface. She brushed away the sand and revealed a small round metal handle. Both of them frantically brushed the sand away and found a large, heavy steel storage container.
“I think it’s time to get dressed and go to work,” Bob sternly ordered.
Bringston ran up to his radio on the beach. He ordered all agents to report down to where he and Sanchez were on the North shore. He told agent Dan Meton, the lock expert, to stop at the boat for his lock-picking devices.
The agents arrived at the scene about ninety minutes later. Agent Meton disengaged the lock on the storage container and the agents found a massive supply of arms and ammo. The huge cache of guns and paraphernalia would likely be traced to not only the militant group they were after but maybe others. It was the mother lode of evidence discovery for any law enforcement officer.
Bob and Emily, for professional reasons, knew they could not continue any spirited love affair. More deeply though, their special moments on the sand will never be matched. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience not only in a flesh to flesh sense but also in a more meaningful spiritual sense. Bob and Emily’s newfound reason for living and working together was to search for that second opportunity to extensively explore each other and their earthly surroundings. They were quite aware that their overwhelming hunger for each other was something they will only occasionally have the opportunity to satisfy. When it comes, they will cherish it. Regardless, they did not have to choose career over love now. They were embarked on the important mission of exposing Marsh. Their love for each other will always flourish even if its full expression must be deferred. In any case, the memory of that one time will be etched in their minds forever and grow even more in significance to effect their lives in a powerfully positive fashion.