Roland DeForrest - The Erotic Quest of Dirk and Honey

In back of Kolina’s tent she knelt and using the same knife, cut open a deep slash in the canvas. Kolina gasped in surprise as Honey slipped in to join her. A finger to her lips, Honey doused the kerosene lantern and drew the girl into her arms, kissing her passionately. Like an ice cube in the afternoon sun, the girl melted into her, pressing her full breasts against Honey’s, as her hands explored Honey’s ass. With reluctance, Honey had to take the girl’s arms away. “Kolina,” she whispered, “we do not have time, not even to talk. I must leave at once.”

“Leave?” the magical blonde cried softly. “Where to? How? Why?”

“Hush, please,” Honey urged. “I have every reason to believe Henri will leave me here when all of you go.”

“No… he wouldn’t,” the girl protested halfheartedly. “Would he?”

“I can’t take that risk. That’s why I’ve come to say goodbye. I’ve spotted a light on a nearby island. I’ll make for that. It’s a lovely night for a long swim.”

“We’re over five miles from the nearest island,” Kolina cried, and threw her arms around Honey’s neck. “You’ll never make it!”

“It’s surprising what one can do when faced with no other choices.”

Tearfully the girl’s beautiful face rose in the half-light of the outside bonfire. “How about one of the dinghies? We’ll take one of those.”

“The dinghies are well watched. Besides, what’s this ‘we’ business?” Honey asked. “You are in no immediate danger. Once I get free, I will be able to rescue you more effectively.”

“You won’t know where we are,” Kolina wept. “You’ll never be able to locate us! Henri will see to that.”

Honey kissed the girl’s cheek. “I promise that I will seek you out and get you away from him.”

The girl pulled back, her voice firm as she said, “I’m coming with you, and that’s final. I will not spend another night with that horrid man.”

“Kolina, my pet,” Honey began, “I love your offer, but it is too risky. One of us has to get out of this in order to help the other.”

“If anything should happen to you, I would never forgive myself,” Kolina said with a quavering voice. “So don’t argue. We haven’t the time.” Abruptly she began disrobing, her womanly figure appearing briefly before being covered by an outfit similar to Honey’s.

Before Honey could voice too many arguments against the girl’s plan, Kolina was dressed. Together they crawled out of the tent through the back opening, and silently made their way up the steep incline behind the camp. At the top, Honey pointed to the faint light twinkling so far away across the black water. “It’s a good distance,” she said softly. “Still game to try?”

“More than ever,” Kolina uttered. “We’ll be there before anyone finds out we’re missing.

Honey took her by the hand and started walking her across the rough, craggy rocks. “Unfortunately our closest point of departure is on the same side of the island where Henri and his men are picnicking.”

“You mean eating those ugly lizards? Ugh! Honestly, Honey, what will that horrible man think of next?”

As quickly as possible, the pair made their way in the near darkness toward the yellowish light of flickering torches down by the water. Skirting the hunting party, Honey hurried Kolina through the giant boulders to the lapping water of the cove. They began pulling off their clothes and boots, stuffing them all out of sight in a chasm in the ledge. Naked, Honey pulled Kolina close, smothering her face in kisses and copping a quick feel of the silky skin and smooth curve of her buttocks before releasing her. Giving Kolina a thumbs-up gesture for luck, Honey walked out hand in hand with the girl into the water, where they struck out for the tiny speck of light on the horizon.

The sea was warm, inviting, the waves minimal and almost free from tugging tides or undertow. “Slow and easy,” Honey whispered between strokes.

Farther and farther into the blackness they swam, away from the flickering circle of light and the boisterous group of iguana killers.

Above, beneath, all around them was velvet darkness. If it hadn’t been for the far pinpoint of light, which never seemed to grow any nearer than it had been when they commenced their flight, Honey would never have known which way she was heading.

After several hours, Honey began to feel an undeniable tide tugging at her legs, sweeping her along. After a few moments she concluded that the tide was carrying them directly toward the island from which the light beckoned them. Kolina’s spirits perked up when Honey relayed the good news.

Suddenly the sky above them was rent by a blinding flash. “A flare!” Honey cried out in alarm. “They’ve discovered we’re gone!” Almost at once the rumble of engines could be heard across the water.

“They’re out in the boats!” Kolina gasped. “He’ll know we set off in this direction. It’s the closest point of land.”

The sound of engines drew steadily nearer, and flares periodically burst above them. From behind them, slashing searchlights pierced the night as the boats closed in.

Pushing her screaming muscles harder, Honey set a quicker pace, pleading with Kolina not to give up. The pursuing flotilla was so close she could hear the crews calling to each other across the water. Kolina began whimpering, and Honey felt the cold hand of fate clutching her own throat.

Then, a miracle! Out of the blackness ahead, an unlighted craft materialized, astonishingly close and unexpectedly large. They were so close to it, they could hear the water lapping on the wooden hull, the decks creaking in the constant rise and fall of the sea. Honey hailed it as loudly as she dared, and almost simultaneously a rope ladder clattered down the side of the now clearly visible fishing boat. With a cry of relief, Kolina floundered for it and grabbed hold of the ropes. Honey had to push the girl’s sweet ass up the steep steps, and had difficulty hauling herself up, her arms and legs were so worn out. Strong, calloused male hands grabbed her arms and lifted her aboard.

Their rescuers were a crew of four young, rugged Ecuadorian fishermen who were struck dumb by the naked but weary mermaids they had been so lucky to land. Half drunk on brownish wine that they quickly shared with the girls, they had been just drifting about, curious about the approaching boats. Now they responded to Honey’s pleas in Spanish to get the boat under way without lights. Hopping eagerly to their duties, the young brown fishermen soon had the craft moving rapidly away into the protective darkness. Wrapped in a smelly but welcome blanket, sipping the warming, fiery homemade wine, Honey stood in the unlit pilothouse and watched the searchlights of the trio of boats fade far behind. By her side, Kolina, also blanketed, jumped up and down excitedly at their apparently successful escape, her zestful energies fast returning.

By the time Honey was assured that Bouscaral’s boats no longer presented a threat, all four of the squat, strongly built young crew were pressed into the pilothouse, gaping admiringly and jabbering jubilantly at their good luck, one playing merrily on an ancient concertina. Kolina was soon drunk on strong wine and liberation. She threw off her blanket, launching into an impromptu dance of such playfully funny and teasing erotic sensuality that Honey had to warn her to cover up or face having to service the four long-at-sea men. Laughingly the girl took to the suggestion with the fervor of one free at last to make her own choices. She grabbed one of the young sailors and soon had him stripped; his hard brown body testified to his difficult and strenuous lifestyle. His rigid harpoon was so appealing that Honey could not resist the temptation. She tossed off her blanket and set to work thanking her rescuers properly, tugging the remaining three outside, where she had no difficulty getting them out of their clothes and into her.