OK, I always thought the island getaway honeymoon was a dull idea because, being from the Northeast, that was where everyone went for their honeymoon. But Eric really wanted to go: Cat Island, Bahamas. He'd been there before on a fishing trip and had a high school buddy that actually moved there for the fishing. He claimed he knew I was going to like the place a whole lot.
Yes, it was beautiful, tropical, sandy, sunny, warm -- you could go almost naked, feel the sun and cool tropical breeze kiss your skin, and get pampered, drink hearty, and grow so randy you could hump a phone pole. Rather than seeming like drudges, the hotel workers all seemed turned-on and sexy and they were all flirty, male and female alike. We stayed in Bennett's Harbour at one of those places with the grass hut theme, tables right on the beach with faux grass roofs over them. It felt wild, but comfortable.
Anyway, Eric had plans for me that I didn't know about. He was about to make one of my fantasies come true. And I would never think of a tropical island vacation quite the same way again.
We stocked up on Mai Tais and poured them all into a 2 liter thermos and then into this little backpack Eric was carrying. He was pretty secretive about what else was in there. I thought we were going to the beach front, but, back pack over his shoulder, Eric he started us walking, down the road a ways until we came to a secluded trail.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"There's an inlet. Some friends of mine showed me," he said. "It's beautiful."
Even though we were among the reeds and tropical bushes now, the air was still warm and breezy. It caught the tiny beads of sweat between my breasts and cooled me. I was wearing a sexy, scanty black two piece, loving the fresh air on my skin. My skin drank up the sun.
Eric's arm rested around my shoulder. He leaned his head into mine: "You've always wanted to be naked outdoors," he whispered. I could feel my whole body go flush to hear his husky voice suggesting such a thing. I think I was breathing heavier, faster. But I didn't answer. "We are alone here," he whispered again. And we were. You couldn't see or hear the road any more. Only birds, wind rustling and the distant lap of waves. My hand had been resting at his waist, but I realized that now my tense fingers were squeezing his ass.
I felt his hand move from my shoulder, slowly… down my back to the clasp of my bikini top. I never knew he could be so graceful and nimble as he was that day, with one hand releasing the clasp and the other, waiting around in front for the top began to fall. He grasped the tiny cups from my breasts and stripped the piece down my arms and off as we walked. Suddenly, my breasts were rushed by volumes of air. As I walked, my nipples jumped and shuddered. And they tingled. I felt so free! We continued walking silently, but from time to time Eric took a moment to reach down and squeeze my nipples so they would stay pert and alert to the wind. I felt the drops of excitement sliding through my hole and gathering at my pussy lips.
This combination of a fruity alcohol buzz, the warmth and breeze, my nakedness and Eric's hot, teasing control of the mood, made me want him, like a wild animal. My crotch wanted something in it; the feeling made my legs weak. But he guided us onward through the warm sand. Then he stopped.
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He reached his hand into the small triangle of cloth covering my bare, shaved pussy, split the lips with two fingers, slid into the hole, discovering all they juice I had been making for him. He briefly ran his slick fingers over my clit, then pulled his hand out and rubbed each nipple with my own sex juice.
He stood back, drinking in the site of me. My nipples blushed, I'm sure. My cunt was throbbing. "Take it off," he commanded, nodding at my bottoms. I was a little afraid -- what if someone came? -- and a lot excited. And I saw by the way he waited that he expected to have his way. And he did. I quickly slid the bikini bottom down my legs.
"Spread your legs a little," he said when he had me standing naked in my sandals on this hidden pathway. I obeyed.
"Now, doesn't that feel good?" he said. I felt a flush course up and down my body. It did feel good. Because my pussy lips parted slightly and the breeze caught in my warm jam like foreplay. He drew my clit between his fingers, pulled on it, let it slide out. Again, he patted my nipples with my jam. Then he put his arm back around my shoulder and guided me through some tall dunes until we came to a clearing. There was a small, still lagoon, crystal blue.
"Here, spread your legs again and stand there," he said. He got behind me. I could feel his fattened cock press into my naked butt cheeks. He reached around and primed my breasts by squeezing and pinching. Releasing one breast, he slid that hand down to my pussy and worked my clit with his thumb while hooking his two middle fingers on the ridge of my vagina and squeezing tight. Between that and the tingling nipple, I thought he was going to make me come right then. But my man knows what he's doing and he stopped just short of it. I felt my clit beat a couple of times in frustration. I ached to come. But he left me standing there like that and went to set up his lair. Beach cushion, towels, the thermos of mai tai, looking up every so often to admire my rosy, flushing, horny body.
"God you look hot," he said. Then: "You look like you need it real bad."
I was as horny as I was embarrassed. Nervously, I listened for voices or other feet in the sand. But we were very much alone.
"OK, I'm ready," Eric said. "Come and lie your hot, horny body down here for me."
I did as he asked. I was just yearning for him to engulf me, bury his tongue in my mouth, squeeze my breasts with his hands, overwhelm my nipples with his firm fingers, open and stuff me with his dick, and make me come like a bitch in heat. We were in the soft, filtered light beneath some kind of a large grass, not too hot or too cool. I could smell the lagoon. I waited for his hands to touch me. Instead he put a cool damp towel over my face.
"We're going to pamper you to orgasm," he whispered.
"We?" My tummy tensed, but I didn't sit up. I was too comfortable lying naked at his feet
"Figure of speech," he murmured.
I lay waiting for him to take me, for his hands to be all over me, but instead, I felt a small drop of something on my belly just below my belly button. Then I felt the same thing on each nipple. Then on my pubic mound. What was it, I wondered? Then I felt it…melt. Something melting, then rolling down my breasts onto my midriff, or down between my thighs and pussy. I felt my pussy lips open, he patted something in there and then pressed them closed and I felt the soft mushy consistency grow thin, and wet and slide between my pressed lips. He began to cover my body with something that slid like oil, his hands everywhere: under my arm pits, across my breasts, around and around my nipples, down my ribs, in my belly button, down my sensitive, nude mound, over my clitoris, between my lips, at my cunt mouth, down my taint and squirmily into my asshole.
"OK, now, for the fun part," he said.
But, I thought, I'm having the fun part. I'm having it so bad that I'm going to burst into orgasm any second.
"I want you to stay perfectly still like this. Don't peek," he said. "No matter what. Promise?"
"What are you up to?"
"Promise?"
"I promise," I said.
I felt him lather me in the stuff -- I assumed it was lube. And then he stopped. I felt him growing distant. Then I could hear him walking away.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Remember your promise," he said in a voice of authority.
And so I lay there, waiting. The heat in my anxious cunt seemed to travel up my body. I felt a dripping sensation over my sides. I felt the warmth, the breeze. I felt exposed, afraid to be seen, lying naked, lathered in lube or oil, my legs spread hungrily wide, my nipples pointing up as if they wanted to be taken. But I stayed there. It was all too delicious to interrupt. And then I began to catch the scent. I smelled what Eric had smoothed over my body. Butter! I was absolutely sure. It excited me. I was a pastry to be eaten!
But after a few minutes and no Eric, I grew impatient. I felt suddenly abandoned. Naked in the middle of nowhere. Where had he gone?
[To be continued...]
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