Become the Bachelor

There was a current rerun of the bachelor on.

The bachelor himself was a well-groomed man named Alex, with chiseled features and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. He was well-built, perhaps that was why all the woman seemed to swarm him. The camera was pointed on him from the shore, as he laid next to one of the contestants on a little house boat. She was a real beauty. I had to admit, I felt a proper envy rise up in me. I wondered what it would be like. I was not attractive enough to be in such a contest, ever, just imagining having these women even around me, was bliss.

The girl, Arabella, was a brunette. Her sun-tanned skin seemed to glow, as she laughed at one of Alex' jokes. Her sapphire eyes were just as sparkly. Their tension spilled out the TV. If I was him, I would have had her under deck already, I thought. He must be hung, so it shouldn't be an issue.

Then I felt the weight of the remote in my hands again. Enough of that, I thought. Everyone knows how the bachelor ends, always. Guy gets one of the girls, they fuck, marry and divorce. The end. Although there might be fun in it.

I pressed the OK button. Nothing happened. Then I pressed the menu button. A small overlay appeared.

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I was very confused.

Maybe it was because I was tired or simply had my mind somewhere else, but I pressed Enter, without giving the menu a second thought.

The world around me began to shift. As if reality bent itself, my sight narrowed, expanded and returned to normal. The bright sun blinded me, but my eyes quickly adapted. "Is everything alright?", a soft voice asked. It was Arabella. She smiled and laughed. Her white teeth just like the sun's reflection on the blue ocean, a piercing white. What the fuck happened? I wanted to yell, but I stayed calm. I looked at myself. Was I Alex?

I was! I am the bachelor! I am the hot guy, desired by all the woman. I wanted to jump up, congratulate myself, but I didn't. Why?

"It's nothing.", I answered. Then I realized. I acted just like Alex would.

"The cameraman stayed on shore. Don't you worry.", Arabella said. A thin smile formed on my lip. I knew what she was playing at. The cameraman couldn't record all that was to happen on this boat. Luckily, I thought.

I leaned closer to her, my heart racing. This was it. This was what everyone talked about when they watched the show. The electricity in the air, the butterflies in the stomach, the feeling of knowing you could have her at the end of the night.

"What's on your mind?" she whispered, her eyes searching mine. I smiled. So long as I was in this body, my limbs didn't react to what I wanted them to do. They were doing what Alex would do.

"I was just thinking about our time together," I replied, my voice surprisingly calm and steady. This was his voice, not mine. It was eerie, hearing him speak through my lips.

Her eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh?" she purred, inching closer. I could feel the warmth of her body radiating towards me. "And what did you conclude?"

I put my hand on her bare leg. She was really pretty in her bikini.

"I think we have something special," I said, reciting a line I heard him say in one of the episodes. She placed her hand over mine and squeezed gently. "I feel the same way," she murmured.

Her soft lips felt so inviting. "Do you want to proof it?"

I stood up. She followed. "And how would I do that?", I asked. "Turn around.", she said.

"Are you sure? Not that you fall of the boat, while I'm not looking"

"Don't you worry.", she said a sweet laugh on her lips. "Now turn around."

This time I did. For a moment I searched the shore. Looking if the cameraman was somewhere. If he was there, he had hidden very good. I didn't see him.

"You can look again.", I slowly turned around. She had taken off her bikini, covering her private parts with her hands. "You want to prove it? Go and get it." With that she threw her bikini into the sea. I looked at her for a moment. Her breasts were relatively big, like grapes, they would lie firm in my hands. She had obvious tan marks, where the strings of her bikini were. "Alright", I answered with a stupid grin. Head first I jumped into the sea.

The water was cooler than expected. It felt good. It washed over me, cleansing the day's sweat and dust. I dove down, searching for her bikini. It was floating just a few feet below the surface. I grabbed it and came back up. She watched over the reiling. "Good. Bring it to me."

I climbed upt the metal ladder, while she escaped below deck. I followed her, gripping the cloth tight between palm and finger. The boat was rocking gently with the waves. It was surprisingly romantic, I had to admit. As I entered below deck, there she stood. Naked, confident.

Her breasts bounced lightly as she took a step towards me. "I don't think I need it anymore." She put one of fingers on my chest, tracing around my muscles. Circling my nipple. Her other hand took the bikini out of my hand, throwing it into a corner of the room. "Let me show you what I mean," she whispered, and she took my hand and put it on her waist.

Her skin was warm, softer than any fabric. Her eyes searched mine for approval. I leaned in, and our lips met.

Her kiss was like a warm summer breeze. She parted my mouth with her tongue, exploring, tasting. I felt like I was melting into her. Our bodies pressed closer together, her breasts squished against my chest. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. Our kiss grew more intense.

Her hand slid down to my shorts. She grabbed the hem and pulled them off. My erection sprang free, and she gasped at the sight of it. She took it in her hand, stroking it gently. "You're so big," she whispered.

"You're so beautiful," I murmured back. I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth, but they felt right.

We made our way to the bed, and she pushed me down onto the soft cushions. She climbed on top of me, straddling me. Her wetness was already dripping down my shaft. I reached up and grabbed her hips, guiding her down onto me.

Her warmth enveloped me as she sank down. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed. I watched as she began to move, her hips rocking back and forth. She was tight, like a glove made just for me.

My hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and dip. Her breasts bounced with every movement, and I couldn't resist leaning up to take one in my mouth. She gasped and threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall.

Her hands found their way to my chest, and she began to pinch my nipples. The sensation was overwhelming. I'd never felt anything like it before. She leaned down, her hair creating a curtain around our faces. "You like that?" she asked, her breath hot on my skin.

"Yes," I groaned, arching my back. She smirked and continued to play with me. Her nails scraped lightly against my skin, sending sparks of pleasure down my spine.

We moved together, our rhythm in sync. The boat swayed beneath us, adding to the sensation. She began to pick up the pace, her breaths growing shallower. "I'm going to come," she panted. I wasn't even close.

Her orgasm hit her like a wave, and she threw her head back, her eyes rolling back in her head. She shuddered and clenched around me, her nails digging into my skin. The sight was mesmerizing. I felt a sense of power and satisfaction I'd never experienced before.

But I wasn't done yet. I flipped us over, her now lying beneath me. "My turn," I growled, and she grinned up at me, her teeth bared like a wild animal. She liked it rough. That much was clear.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she pulled me deep inside her. The feel of her was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. She was wet, hot, and tight. I began to thrust into her with a ferocity that surprised even myself. Each thrust was punctuated by a grunt from me and a squeal from her.

Her nails dug into my back, leaving little half-moons of pain that only added to the pleasure. Her legs tightened around me, and she began to meet my thrusts with her own.

I could feel her pussy gripping me like a vice, her walls contracting around me as she neared another climax. I knew I had to give her what she wanted. I reached down and grabbed her hips, holding her in place as I drove into her with everything I had.

Her breaths turned to gasps, and her nails raked down my back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I didn't stop. I couldn't. Her legs were locked around my waist, and she was bucking against me, begging for more. Each thrust sent a shockwave through me, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. She was so wet, so warm, so tight around me. It was like I was fucking the essence of desire itself.

I felt myself come close to an orgasm, but... I was back.

I was back in my living room, looking at my TV, watching as Alex stood next to a table filled with roses. He had a warm laughter. Arabella was one of the girls. Kindly she took a rose from him, but not without giving a heartfelt glance at the bachelor.

"Fuck!", I yelled out, as if I had lost something very important. I felt a ragin boner in my pants, aching to be released. I turned off the TV. I felt terrible, full of regrets and I needed a moment, private, with tissues.