James Landis Story Chapter 24

James Landis Story Chapter 24


Oh Carolyn! You feel so wonderful! This is too much! he moaned.

She smiled over her shoulder at the man. The intensity of what she was feeling was so great she couldn't speak. She couldn't tell him how much she loved the feeling of him filling her so completely. How she wanted to feel this way as long as she could. She pushed herself up and his cock slowly pulled from her body. As she reached the head she sank back down and gasped as he filled her once again.

James opened his eyes and watched her back in the flickering light. The tattoo rippled as her muscles shifted under her skin. It was truly beautiful! He was feeling a little mesmerized by the overlapping designs. His odd perception of patterns was tugging his mind in strange directions. His hands reached up automatically and he stroked his fingertips over the Mandela, feeling how the tattooing process had scarred her otherwise smooth skin. She cooed at the feel of his hands. The raised bumps and ridges tickled his fingertips and he moved his hands around her sides to cup her tits.

Ahh! James, yes! Squeeze my tits in your big hands!" Carolyn gasped. She was getting closer and she loved the feeling of his hands on her body.

He could feel her pussy clamping down on his cock as he filled his hands with her soft flesh. He pulled gently on her nipples and she arched her back as she cried out. The firelight flashed across her back. He squeezed harder and Carolyn gasped and began to drive herself down on his cock, taking him to the base.

"FUCK! AH! CAROLYN! FUCK!" James gasped. He was right there! He moved his hands to her hips and began to lift and pull her down on his cock.

YES! YES! YES! YES! FFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK! Carolyn cried out as his rough handling pushed her over the top into a powerful orgasm. She gasped as James pulled her back over his chest. He wrapped one arm over her tits and moved the other to rub her clit as he drove his cock into her from below.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHH! she wailed as her pleasure spiked again, rushing over her senses.

James's release caught him suddenly and he held Carolyn tightly as he jetted stream after stream of cum deep into her body.

They lay on the rug panting, Carolyn's body twitching through minor aftershocks as his breathing caused a slow pumping of his softening cock in her tingling pussy. Finally she rolled off him to lie on her stomach on the faux fur.

When he'd caught his breath James rolled onto his side and watched Carolyn resting. She looked so lovely and peaceful. He suddenly saw her as the most beautiful peace of art in the room, painted by the light of the leaping flames. His heart ached for her beauty. She wasn't perfectly symmetrical or classically proportioned but her beauty came from a lovely harmony of asymmetry and unique proportions.

He reached over and brushed her hair to the side so he could see the full tattoo. He ran a finger over it once again his mind 'listening' to the pattern the bumps made. He began to chuckle.

Carolyn was enjoying the afterglow and the feeling of his finger drawing lines on her back. When he started chuckling she cracked an eyelid to squint up at him. "What's so funny and you better not say my butt," she growled playfully.

James pushed himself to his knees and kissed her ass cheeks causing her to purr. "No silly. I was just thinking of something funny. Your butt is adorable!" He moved back up and kissed her lips tenderly.

He ran his fingers around the rings of scars on her back. I can't get over how strong you are. What it must have been like to endure the pain of getting the tattoo and the scarring. It must have been brutally painful! Yet you came out the other side of that experience with love and compassion for the people who took you through it... I'm sorry I'm not smart enough to... I don't have words. James said with awe in his voice.

Carolyn's eyes welled up with tears. Rick never understood. He was a fellow anthropologist and he never caught the true significance of the trial she'd gone through. Yet here was this young, beautiful man who had no formal education in anthropology and he understood. He took her breath away. She pushed him over onto his back and kissed him, her heart pounding in her chest as her emotions threatened to overwhelm her. She was surprised by the strength of his response. His need for her and tears of joy ran down her cheeks.

When the kiss ended she tucked her head against his chest and listened to his heart beating strong and fast as hers was. It felt like they were in total sync. She relaxed and his hands went back to stroking her back. She began to doze.

The people loved to sing. Chanting mostly but lovely and rhythmic, they would sing all day accompanying everything they did with their music. It was how she learned to speak their language. In Carolyn's experience this total integration of music was special to them. Other indigenous people had music but incorporating it into daily communication was something she hadn't experienced before.

"Daaaah dut dut daaaah dut! Daaaah dut dut daaaah dut!"

Carolyn surfaced from the light sleep with the song of the people in her ears. The words were missing but the notes were there. Her eyes snapped open and she went still.

James chuckled quietly to himself again. His finger continued to run along the ridges of her tattoo "Daaaah dut dut daaaah dut daaaah! Daaaah dut dut daaaah dut dut daaaaah!"

Carolyn's mind was pulled back to the jungles of New Guinea. The people were singing!

JANES! WHAT? HOW ARE YOU- she cried as she pushed herself up to her knees and stared at him incredulously.

He looked back at her in surprise. "What?"

How are you singing that song? Where did you hear it?" she pressed.

What song?

THE ONE YOU WERE JUST SINGING! she cried.

Oh, uh, I was just pretending the scars on your back were like the grooves in an old record since they're in rings and my finger was the needle picking up the sounds. I didn't mean it as an insult or to make the tattoo less significant. I'm sorry.

She shook her head violently. What do you mean the scars are done in rings?

He winked at her. I could see it in the firelight. The scars reflect the light more. The pattern jumped out at me. Rings, Rings inside rings my brain is a little weird about patterns. I see them a lot.

Carolyn's mouth was moving but she wasn't saying anything. The people's songs were etched into her back all this time and she hadn't seen them!?! The language was there! She jumped to her feet and ran to her office. She pulled out her good SLR camera and snapped on the wide angle lens. She raced back to James who was sitting up looking worried. She handed him the camera.

"Do you think you can take a picture of the rings you saw in the firelight? she asked.

I've never used this kind of camera before he said looking a little nervous about it.

Just look through here and press this button gently. When the lights inside turn green press the button all the way, look for the rings and when you see them take the picture, she instructed breathlessly.

"Ok."

Carolyn knelt with her back to the flames and Ed peered through the camera at her tattoo. He found if he moved himself a little to the left the scars appeared to lighten up. He pressed the button, saw the green light and click! Got the picture!

Carolyn spun around and pulled the camera from James's grasp. She viewed the image he captured and there it was. Rings, Rings of notes, She sang quietly to herself recalling the words and some of the symbols on her tattoo leapt out at her as words. She shrieked and almost dropped the camera.

James was seriously worried now. He hadn't seen Carolyn this worked up about anything. She was always the calmest one in their group.

"Is everything ok?" he asked cautiously.

She whipped her head around to look at him. "OK? It's more than OK! Oh my god James! You are a gift from heaven! You found it! I can translate the tattoo!

What?

The key to the tattoo! It's the music! I know the music but I didn't see it in the tattoo! You don't know what this means to me!"

Merry Christmas James said with a small smile, thinking of the beautiful gift she had gotten for him.

Carolyn looked at him in shock then leapt onto him to kiss all over his face while he laughed. She finished kissing him and looked down at his smiling face with joy in her eyes.

Seriously James, this is the most significant and special gift anyone has ever given me. I can't express how much I love you for this.

I love you too. James said quietly.

She froze. "What? What did you say?"

James nervously looked away. He'd blurted out his confession in a moment of weakness. Carolyn was so incredibly smart and scholarly, he was so much in awe of her and he was so simple headed by comparison, his audacity at telling her his true feelings for her made him blush fiercely.

James, did you say you loved me? she said carefully.

James couldn't speak. He nodded then glanced at her. He looked again as he couldn't read her expression. Was she happy? Was she angry? Maybe she was embarrassed for him. That one felt more realistic to him.



by nutbuster