December was always a time where John and Jane went for vacations to clear out their minds: John from the family businesses, and Jane from her litigation. The previous year, they'd been to Uganda, and specifically visited Mweya Safari Lodge. This year, Jane was strongly considering the Bahamas. They booked a private charter through Tropic Ocean Airways. They specifically opted for the VIP package because of the fully customized itineraries, and dedicated travel concierge for unparalleled service. They booked themselves into Sandyport Resort Beach suite. Their signature suite, the 765-square-foot Grand Canal Deluxe Suite paired a tranquil setting on the Grand Canal with views of the Sandyport Marina Village. It was the perfect spot to watch the meandering marine life and boats go by. It featured a fully equipped kitchen with granite countertops and stainless-steel appliances and master bedroom with king bed, Jacuzzi bathtub, and freestanding shower. The separate living/dining area was furnished with a dining table seating four and queen sleeper sofa. All had a furnished porch or balcony and a half-bath off of the living room. Therefore, you can imagine the comfort that the beloved couple was enjoying. Soon after checking in, the couple: John and Jane took a quick nap to alleviate the effects of the jet lag. They woke up at about six in the evening to theĀ ocean breeze which was rustling the palms on one side, the surf crashing on the other. The last light of the day was quickly fading as they walked hand in hand along the deserted tropical beach.
The day had begun with a clear, vibrant sky. Bright orange and red clouds made the sky look as if it were on fire in the Eastern sky. A light offshore breeze was perfect for deep-sea fishing on an older but solid fishing charter. They both had had an enjoyable morning and caught several fish between them, although she would not touch the squid they used for bait. In her mind, baiting hooks with squid was a bit like handling a slimy flaccid penis.
They arrived back at the dock in time for lunch on the pier. They were fortunate and found a table outside in the warm sun. The cool ocean breeze kept them comfortable, eating the fish they had caught that morning, prepared expertly by a restaurant on the dock. The conversation was as delightful as her rum runner cocktail she enjoyed with her meal.
The afternoon found them strolling through an outdoor artist show, looking at unique pieces of artwork; paintings, sculptures, jewelry, and other forms of art that were difficult to categorize. She found an oil painting of a man and woman standing on a pier, gazing into the sunset created by a local artist that she fell in love with immediately. He bought the painting for her and arranged to have it safely shipped home so she would never forget the day and trip.
The day concluded with a gourmet dinner at a five-star restraint, delicious food, drinks, and conversation while sitting at a secluded table on the water, watching the seagulls dance in the air, hoping for a free meal as the sun slowly fell into the western horizon.
Now walking on the beach, she would have difficulty envisioning a more perfect day. Or a more perfect man to spend it with. The sun had set, the few last colors of the day lingered on the water as stars slowly lit the sky.
A gust of chilly offshore wind caused her to shiver involuntarily. He noticed and put his arm around her, pulling her close. She felt his warmth as she put her head on his shoulder, his strong arms holding her close. She felt protected when she was with him.
They stopped and looked out at the water, listing to the waves crash on the shore. They were loud but in a gentle, calming, peaceful way. He took his hand and gently turned her face to him. He leaned his head down and they kissed. She lifted to meet his lips, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. The passion in the kiss displayed their longing for each other.
He tenderly guided her down to the soft sand as they continued to kiss. The sand conformed to her body as his hand ran up her dress, between her legs, caressing her over her rapidly dampening pink lace panties. She arched her back, pushing into his hand, spreading her legs to allow him more access as her hands worked on unbuttoning his pants, then reaching down his shorts, finding his manhood as she gently caressed his quickly hardening shaft.
A soft moan escaped from her lips as he moved his mouth to her neck, kissing, nibbling, and sucking. His fingers found their way under her panties, wiggling between her folds, feeling her wetness, her desire for him. Her hands were pulling his pants and boxers down. He paused and sat up and pulled them off. Her panties came down next, her dress up and off over her head quickly followed, their clothing tossed aside in their passion. Her firm breasts were exposed to the crisp night air; her nipples were hard even before he put his mouth to them and suckled each, knowing she enjoyed that feeling, as well as it turned her on.
She spread her legs wide as he climbed on her; she could feel the heat from his body radiating to hers; his lust for her was as clear as the cloudless night that was descending around them. They kissed once more as he slowly slid inside her. Her back arched to allow him to go as deep as possible; she wanted him all inside her.
He started slowly, then increased the pace. Her breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps as she approached her first orgasm. "Yes, yes, yes, oh please, don't stop, more!" she cried as she came. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms around his back, face buried in his neck.
She didn't, and wouldn't, want to let go.
The crashing waves on the beach drowned her screams of ecstasy in the night.
He had slowed his pace while she was at her climax. As she came down, he gave her long, slow, but hard thrusts. She responded by tightening her legs that were still wrapped around him, giving him as much access as she could, burying her face in his chest. He slowly quickened the pace, thrusting harder with each stroke. She knew it wasn't possible, but she swore he went deeper and deeper with each thrust into her.
He whispered in her ear, "I want you to cum again. Soak my cock." His voice in her ear brought her close once again. "Yes, please fuck me. I want to cum on you again." she cried. Their mouths found each other, and he could hold back no longer. The warmth of his cum deep inside her pushed her over the edge to her second orgasm.
She felt the juices flow from her, as he had wanted, mixing with his hot load. She felt the warm sticky liquid flow from her, slowly running to her ass, coating her hole before dripping into the sand below them.
Waves of pleasure washing over them as the ocean waves were crashing behind them. They collapsed in each other's arms, still kissing. As they both struggled to catch their breath, they held each other, sharing the warmth between their bodies to ward off the coolness of the sand and night air.
As they lay there, she noticed a seagull watching them; it cocked its head from one side to the other, as if trying to determine what it had just witnessed. She laughed out loud, not realizing they had been performing, if only for one solitary gull.
His fingers were gently caressing her body, from her thigh, lightly up, brushing ever so slightly against her still swollen and completely soaked pussy, across her belly where she let out a playful giggle as his touch tickled a bit. He continued up, his touch combined with the cool breeze lightly outlining her areolas, then each nipple, caused them to harden once again.
She smiled and enjoyed the pleasant tingling sensation created by the caresses. He continued and used the back of his fingers to caress her neck to her hair.
She looked into his eyes, taking her hand to the back of his head, gently pulled their lips together, sharing a tender kiss on the beach.
As with all beautiful things, their time alone on the beach eventually came to an end. They got up, brushed the sand off each other, got dressed, and started back to their room. They strolled along the beach, holding each other as they walked, two people content and happy.
She stopped and turned to him, gazing up into his eyes she said, "Thank you for today."
He smiled, kissed her forehead, and simply said, "My pleasure."