Eva relaxed her grip on the steel railing which ran along side the aged bridge. Not so much as to send her flying into the river’s frigid depths, but enough to allow fear to squeeze her heart, as she wavered on the notion of ending her life. She could see large rocks jutting forth from the raging current, slicing the water. She imagined how the blood would flow from her broken body, as it snagged between the boulders, instantly diluted and absorbed by the voracious water. Her naked body trembled, cold with sweat, threatening to betray her at any second.

The morning was disconcerting as Julian found his way along the banks of the river; each lift in the pavement marking the course. He inhaled the air, and was greeted with the familiar musk of water and earth, too early in the day to mingle with the foul odor of exhaust. Julian was blind, but his sense of smell granted him as much, if not more, than a sighted person’s eyes.

He stopped for a moment and sniffed the air again. There was something he couldn’t distinguish. It smelled somewhat floral, but also human. Julian had not heard any footsteps joining him as he walked. He froze, stilled by curiosity or something else altogether.

Before he could take his next breath, he heard her fall. It sounded like a bird’s wings cutting the air, fleetingly tranquil. He did not exhale, but waited for the sound of the body entering the water. Julian listened for the splash that would point him in the right direction. It came, just as he was about to doubt what he had perceived.

Eva felt the river resist her body with a violent slap. The numbingly cold water soothed her into blackness, swallowing her whole. She did not hold her breath, but instead let the rusty water rush into her lungs. But he was there. Beneath his arm she was pulled to the shore. Beneath his lips she was given breath to supplant water. Beneath his hands, her breasts lifted and fell and her life returned.

Julian’s body went slack with exhaustion as the young woman began to expel the brown water from her body. He once again placed his lips against hers and kissed her savagely, tempting her body to regain its temperature. Eva responded with the all intensity of one having challenged death. 

She arched her back and pressed upward as his hands traveled the length of her form. The man grasp her slender neck and ran his thumbs down the center, before tracing her collar bone, as a sculptor would mold his clay. Her breasts became firm and swollen at his touch, each rigid nipple pressing against the palms of his hands. Eva felt him touch the gentle curve of her waist and dig into her hip bones. Her body burned beneath his fingers as the river dripped from her flesh onto the mossy bank.

Julian determined the naked woman to be unharmed and exquisite. Satin skin stretched over the gentle curves of a body which seemed quite accustomed to human touch. Given her erotic response to his exam, he was desperately tempted to part her long legs and breach her core. Julian felt himself grow hard just imagining the act, here in full view of the road and morning commuters. He discretely caressed the satin skin just inside her thigh.

Eva could not speak, in the aftermath of her suicide attempt. She had invited death, welcomed its painful exit, which she felt she deserved. Death had been stolen by this mysterious rescuer, who did not meet her gaze as he pressed his arousal against her thigh.

Eva held her tongue in her teeth. She was beyond the need to offer explanation, and longed for the dark peace death and abandon promised. She reached down and moved his hand to the aching area between her legs.

He inserted a hesitant finger into Eva’s hot softness, and felt her body stiffen in response. Within moments he shed his wet clothing, and filled her with his cock as well, massaging her soul from the inside. Julian thrust rigorously into the body she had so casually discarded, finding stamina he had not known he possessed. He needed to experience her from every possible intersection and aperture. Her mouth held him tight as her skull bumped the ground. Her vagina swallowed him whole as they shifted dangerously close to the steep embankment. Her anal passage finally milked the fiery liquid from his cock, as he gripped the woman's neck from behind with one large hand, and  pressed her forehead into the mud.

Eva accepted the backfire with a silent scream and slipped off his cock and into the river. She opened her mouth, and once again tasted the foul water as it rushed into her lungs. She opened her legs and felt the rocks caress the places he had been. A tree root provided a loop in which she hooked her foot, until consciousness failed her.

He did not go into the water this time. Replacing his clothing he counted seconds, waiting for her splash or cough. Stepping back from the river’s edge, a minute passed. The woman’s naked body surfaced, face down near the center of the river; a sight Julian was spared.

Overwhelmed by the absurdity of the situation he began to walk; casting his jacket in the direction of the bank; a final valient gesture.

Copyright © 2001 J. A. Scott. All Rights Reserved. May not be re-printed in any form without express written consent of the author. Do not copy or post.

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