Colorful Clyde, Pt. 5 of 6.

         The young lovers bobbed up toward the shimmering surface of the spring in a blissful trance, until they heard a small stone enter the crystal clear water nearby.  Wendy grunted, and they saw Clyde's undulating image above when they quickly looked up and ascended.  Jeremy shook his head in disbelief as the smiling man waved at them, and she felt good to splash water at him for invading their privacy.  Both greatly hoped that he would have the sense to know this time that they wished to be alone or would not stay with them for very long.

         "I finally found you two, but don't let me interfere.  I'm just going to do some exploring along the other side of this pool.  That water sure looks great," he said.

         "It's cold, Clyde, but we will warm it up enough by ourselves," Jeremy replied and looked at the sack he was carrying.  "I suppose you will be joining us then?"

         "Oh . . . no.  I just have some of my accessories in here, to collect biological samples with."

         Wendy laughed a little while treading water.  "And you just happened to find us so timely.  Right?"

         "It was just a chance coincidence coming upon you two.  Honest."

         "What are you collecting anyway?" Jeremy queried.

         "Oh, mainly leaves here, some flowers over there, and my other bigger things I find of importance.  Just . . . go on and do whatever you were doing.  I won't be in your way."

         They watched him move through the thick foliage and out of sight.  She put her arm around Jeremy next and more quietly remarked, "Your 'colorful Clyde' has struck again.  However did he find this place with us in it yet?"

         "I suppose it was only a matter of time, dear."

         "And you never had anything to do about it, hmm?" she said, while starting to grin and pushing him down.

         "Me?  Hell, no.  Honest!"

         Jeremy was not convincing enough however, and Wendy dunked him anyway.  Inhaling deep as his arms wrapped around her, she was also subsequently taken down but very gently and offered no resistance.  They held onto each others arms below the surface and descended together while watching their gleaming expelled bubbles of air rapidly rise from their smiling faces, hers squinting.  He felt more frustrated inside about Clyde's presence somewhere about, and if she would not be wearing a smooth rubber swim cap snug about her head, she would probably be tearing her hair out too.  They lacked the desire for the intimacy of their initial plunge now, as they maintained a feeling of being watched and not being alone anymore.  Their passionate love-making was adulterated to mere casual fun making.

         The Sun reached its highest point in the sky and cast its warm subtropical light down on them from near the zenith, but both swam together until they were shivering cold, using the limited privacy the water provided as best they could.  Their frolic grew old and less intimate in the presence of the new unknown variable, Clyde.  However, each time they surfaced, their unexpected intruder was nowhere in sight.  Wendy wondered if they were really alone during a warming break out of the water and craved more carnal intimacy.  Thus, she had to be sure and ordered Jeremy to look about some.

         After he returned to her through the dense greenery at the edge of the pool, he said, "Having a fun time, darling?"

         "Oh, yes!  Absolutely!  Even if I feel like a naked germ under a microscope," she replied.  Her face showed exaggeration accordingly.  

         "Lacking some things then?"  

         "For sure," she added, "like hugs, kisses, licks, and . . . you know what else," and next whispered while pointing in another direction, "Is he gone?"

         Jeremy shrugged his shoulders and put his arms out, to signal no sign of seeing him anymore.  After ten more seconds, he approached the edge of the water and said, "I've got an idea, Sweetheart.  I'll swim around the bend behind us to the opposite end of this pool to look for him, and you just look around here more.  If you do not hear anything or see him below with an underwater camera yet, you can join me definitely alone at last.  Agreed?"  

         "I couldn't have said it better myself.  You always save the best for last anyway, honey."

         Jeremy gave her a wink through his re-donned fogging goggles and swam past her after leaping into the water.  She watched him and shook her head teasing before doing likewise.  All she hoped to find was more privacy and solitude.  Swimming underwater toward the shallow side of the pool, she began her brief initial exploration and saw only some debris - fallen palm fronds, a few rocks, and an occasional flurry of small fish, no trace of Clyde.  After she reached the surface, to hear only nothing with water held in her ears by the swim cap, she felt more relaxed and adjusted a breast under her swimsuit, the start of more personal explorations in the liquid refreshment.  

         Jeremy swam into the wider deep end of the spring where it was being fed by the cold pure ground water.  It was still much more sheltered by untrimmed dense foliage and shaded by magnolia trees.  The bank of it was also much steeper, where it broke away and sunk long ago, and the margin of the water was flanked by blooming pink azalea shrubs most of the way around.  He knew then where the agreeable smell of flowers came from -- hidden undisturbed beauty.  Peering down into the water, he noticed that it had a much more blue color and felt as if floating in cold clear air rather than water.  He likewise did not see or hear any signs of Clyde, and while eagerly awaiting the return of his lovely aggressive spouse, he found a narrow fissure in the more shaded part of the bank filled with small rocks and rust-colored topsoil.  The feature looked quite recent and went down into the water, and he decided to investigate it while ablaze with curiosity.

         Jeremy swam down, and just a few feet below the quiet surface, the cold hit him like a gust of icy wind.  He saw the crack become much narrower and descended further, wondering where it started.  He pinched his nose shut and equalized the pressure in his ears and struggled onward.  Almost six meters down, he finally found an oval side opening of a submerged cave.  He knew of others in different locations of the karst terrain and knew well not to venture inside it, but THIS one was not here last week!  Upon moving cautiously closer before the dark orifice, he felt something soft and slimy just within it, before suddenly being surprised from behind.  "Wendy?" he thought at first.  

         A strong pair of larger hands swiftly stretched a translucent rubbery hood completely over and about his head, and he responded largely by reflex to try and get it off while uttering a loud contained grunt.  His clever opponent utilized the element of surprise very well.  The smooth sheath was tight and too slippery to remove with any ease, and smooth long tentacles wrapped around his legs fast after he kicked upward once.  He emitted another stifled short grunt, with his lips plastered and sealed by the snug membrane, and waved his arms up and down.

         Jeremy's resistance was answered by more tentacles, which wrapped around his chest and forearms, and he tried again in vain to try to pull at the hugging sheath.  Overpowered, his buoyancy was stolen, and he was forced into the new previously unknown cave, where he could detect a vaguely pulsating blue light and hear a sizzling noise through it while being drawn ahead.  His otherworldly opponent left a contrasting current to carry him toward the brightening light, and he soon had no strength to escape with legs heavy and numb.  He swiped uselessly at the bulbous now-skintight hood, shook his head, and lastly had concern for his gorgeous vulnerable wife in his mind before everything went black.  


Continued to Pt. 6.