We couldn't ask for a more perfect evening. This resort on St. Lucia was made for lovers. Lush jungle on the sides of the mountain falling down to the beach. The beach is wide white sand with gentle surf quietly lapping at the break. Our room is down here on the beach level tucked away so it is quiet and private.
Our evening started with refreshing drinks at the upper bar, laughing with the friends that we had made in our short time here. Dinner at the restaurant on the beach was perfect. Hearing tropical sounds of jungle on one side and ocean on the other made for an idyllic romantic setting. Neither of us was in the mood for dessert but not quite ready to turn in yet. It was the right time for a walk in the moonlight on the beach.
Our shoes and sandals were kicked off at the edge of the pathway to our room as we turned toward the open air of the beach. Hand and hand we walked slowly, feet leaving impressions in the cool wet sand. At the end of the beach I turned you to face the water while standing behind you. My arms circled your waist and my face nuzzled the back of your neck. I felt you press back against my causing a stirring in my crotch. The moonlight was bright enough to cast our shadow on the sand as we absorbed the moment of serenity and beauty of this time in this place.
I can feel heat radiating from you body as we stand in the shallow water. It's time to head back to take care of the heat building up inside of us. We turn to walk back to our room. My hand gently caresses your back, sliding up and down, feeling the smooth light fabric of the sundress that you are wearing. As my fingers cross your hip I can feel only fabric and skin. Light caress across your hip and butt and I realize you are commando. Sliding upward I get the same sensation across your back. Only the thin fabric stands between the moonlight and your tatas. I guess that staring at your beautiful smile during our dinner kept me from recognizing the swell of nipples against your dress.
Hands slip together as we cross back to our room. We stop briefly to wash the sand from our bare feet and grab our shoes then wander the dark pathway back to the second floor suite. Half of the living space is open air with sofa and chair open to the gentle breeze, just enough to keep the mosquitos from being an issue. You go to the wall of the lanai, leaning against it facing toward the distant beach and the faint sound of waves. I can't resist stepping up behind you with a hand on each of your hips. You push against me and my cock stirs from the pressure.
I bring my hands up to your shoulders and gently pull the thin straps of your dress down. The soft material pools at your feet as I slide it down your hips and legs confirming that you have been completely naked under there. Standing here you are completely exposed to the open air. Anyone walking up the path and looking up would be able to see you from the waist up, beautiful breasts moving with each of your breaths. My hands slide up along your sides with fingers gently caressing the bare skin at the side of your chest. You make a quiet protest when I stop but it is only for a moment so that I can pull my shirt off over my head and unsnap my shorts to join your dress on the floor. I'm as commando as you were and, now unrestrained, my cock swells with excitement.
My hands reach around you and pull you up against me so I can feel the skin of your back against my chest and pelvis. My cock is pointing straight up but tucked into the crease between your muscular butt cheeks. My hands are exploring your frontside. One slides up and down your chest between your breasts. Your own hands are on your nipples, pulling, pinching and caressing them to attention. My right hand strokes across the skin of your lower abdomen and pelvis. The skin is so soft and smooth. Not a wisp of hair. I tease you my lowering my fingers down to your slit but then pulling them back up. I keep this up for several minutes. I can tell you want more, that you want them to explore your wetness, to tickle your clit. But I just want to get you more hot and bothered. To make you ready to beg. To make you hot and wet.
You reach a hand back and try to slide it between our bodies to catch my now rigid dick but I whisper for you to leave it. Right now this time is just for you. Time to make you lose yourself in pleasure.
As I stroke your lower belly I get lower and lower letting the tip of my third finger dwell on the hood of you clit. You let your legs part, pushing forward, willing my finger to find its home on that love button. I sense that you are so close. Your breathing is deep and ragged.
There is a little yelp of protest as I pull my hand away but you stop when you realize I am taking you to the couch out here on our veranda. I lay down first and you kneel over me. One of your hands reaches down to my cock and pulls it up pointing at your wet pussy. Gripping the shaft, you slide the swollen head against your wet pussy lips, coating it with slick juices. Then, in a single swift motion, you direct it straight up and slide your pussy down, impaling your cunt on my cock.