Kyle was in the island by fluke, his plans to gather with a few friends to discuss the latest in NLP had been laid to rest as the third bailed out. Kyle was alone, on the island, with bare feet as he walked on the sand. It was a beautiful sandy beach, white sand till as far as the eyes could see. He wished he had Shannon by his side.
The chalets were laid with two rooms to a block, facing the sea, side by side and each had a little bit of space for itself. The huge weeping willow trees lent a nice cool shade to the chalets in the day time and it was pleasant to be here. As he walked slowly, he saw a women sitting on the decks laid out in front of the chalets, two to each chalets. Alone, and in loose pants and a t-shirt. He crinkled his eyes to get a better look. Another couple had probably moved next door. She was reading a book and from time to shaded her eyes and looked at the sea.
As he came closer, a smile of pleasure appeared on his lips, it looked the woman he and Shannon had talked about so much, the doctor in her very early fifties, but with a body that could slay many half her age. As he approached he saw her engrossed in reading the book. He looked around for her husband, couldn't see him. His first thoughts were that at least he had found good company, would enjoy having a drink and dinner with him. She looked up from the book and noticed him and a smile of recognition lit her face.
"Kyle?"
"Jit? What a pleasant surprise." He deliberately let the title of doctor drop to denote he was on holiday too.
She put the book aside, patted the deck next to her and said with a wife smile. "Come, sit, you are alone, where is Shannon."
He told her why he was here and alone and she replied.
"I came alone too, was getting a little sick of everything, Biddoo couldn't leave so I said, I am going to soak in the sun and sea for a weekend. But it is not as fun if you are alone, glad you are here. Staying for the weekend?"
They talked, about this and that. While they talked he noticed her, actually for the first time, began to appreciate her beauty. She had thin lips, a very straight Punjabi nose, high cheek bones, strong chin. Her skin was smooth, her eyes made into perfect arches. She had light brown eyes that expressed the words she was saying with more emphasis. In her long ears dangled two gold circle of ear rings, a nose diamond stud completed her picture.
As they talked, his eyes roved to the rest of her body. She had big tits, easily encased in D cup, and somehow, like Shannon's seemed to defy gravity and stand out almost conical. Then her torso narrowed, there was no barrel shaped Punjabi here, she had the curves. Her ass flared up, in a beautiful manner, in a large, womanly ass. Even though she wore loose pants, he was sure the legs were shapely too, no flab there. Well not too noticeable, at least.
"And here I was thinking what I am going to do for three days, I don't know the island too well, where to go, and was planning to get a car and ask them to take me around..."
"You like pristine nature, nearly untouched by humans, natural streams.."
"Oh yes."
"Well at some distance is a place I have been to once. What do you say we take a picnic lunch and go there? We have to drive for a while, and then hike for a couple of kilometres, up to it?"
"Oh yeah. Do I need to change?"
Kyle leaned back, pursed his lips, and made her blush with a lingering look. "Just put on sneakers. I will go arrange for the picnic, a little white wine perhaps?"
"Wouldn't mind." She got up and dusted herself off the sand, she did have a wonderful ass.
Kyle went to his chalet, right next to hers and made the calls, he took a couple of large towels to act as mats to sit on, stuffed them in backpack. The food arrived, sandwiches of different types, some freshly cut fruits, some plastic cups and a bottle of wine in a small cooler bag. All fit into his bag quite easily.
She knocked the connecting door, he opened it and she was all ready to go. She had tied her, ruefully he thought, into a pony tail. She had looked nice with them flowing down.
He slipped into his sneakers and offered his hand more out of habit than with wanting to, but she reached and took it, her grip strong and firm.
They went to the entrance of the resort; all sorts of services were sold in shops surrounding the place. He went to a familiar face and negotiated a price for the day trip. The man would leave them at a designated spot and then pick them up later when called.
The roads were narrow, sinewy, as they both sat at the back they were bumping into each. At one point he had to lean into her, his hand accidently cupped her tit. It felt as firm as it looked from outside. Then another turn, and she had to lean into him, her palm went to his crotch, touched his growing hardness. She leaned forward and crinkled her eyes and pursed her lips while she squeezed it gently.
"Is that for me?" She smiled.
"Is there anyone else here?" He replied, she stroked it from top down and began to look away.
They reached the foothills of the place, Kyle asked the driver to stop at a certain place and they got off. They walked was winding, many place he had to take her hand to help her negotiate a steep climb. They arrived at a clearing, there, out of breath a little and paused to take a drink of water and rest. They had to go a little further according to him. They were away from every prying eyes, in a solitary part of the island.
As they walked again, she looked ravishing from the exertion. Her skin glowed pink, the beads of sweat on her brow made him want to hold her and lick them away. He reached to brush away a strand of hair that had got loose and she mouthed a thank you with a smile.
They reached the place he had promised her, there was a small waterfall, and that fell into a clear pond and then into a stream that gurgled away. The water was crystal clear, the bushes and wild flowers grew around it in abundance, flower of different hues.
She looked at it, whistled softly. "It is beautiful."
"Just as you are." He countered.
"Flatterer."
"Truth teller."
They got out the things from the bag, arranged them nicely on the wild growing grass. Spread the towels.
"I think I want to take a dip in the water, is it safe?"
"It is perfect." He replied. "I will go first."
He took off his t-shirt, and his shorts, in his boxers began to walk to the pond.
"Hey," he heard her call from behind. "You are not going into the pond with boxers while I am naked, are you."
She had stripped off her t-shirt and the pants and stood there naked. Her bangles gleamed in the air and as she turned her head a little her nose stud caught the sun and sparkled. He noticed she was well trimmed, like she used waxing or laser to remove the hair and her body was free of hair except for a small thin line of hair that started below her belly button and pointed to her precious gateway. He actually blushed, turned around and not wanted to show his raging hard on, he took off his boxers and threw it over his shoulders towards her and entered the pool.
Fat lot of good that did, the pool was shallow, the water so crystal clear that all was plainly visible. She joined him, her nipples hard. Her eyes a little misty, like a woman aroused.
His hardness, stubborn for once, refused to abate even in the cold water.
"That is a beautiful piece there." She looked at his hardness. "You should be proud of it. Does it get hard with every woman?"
"Oh I am proud of it," he replied. "And no, such blatant show of desire is reserved for certain pretty women, you happen to be one of them."
She came closer, reached to hold his cock, stroked it and made him groan. "I am wet too you know, I don't mean with this water." She whispered, his hands reached for the tits.
"Then let us get out of here and see how wet you are." He whispered back.
They splashed some water on their faces and stepped out into the warm sun. The warmth of the sun felt good on their skin. He took her hand and laid her on the towel, lying next to her on his elbow. He leaned and kissed the forehead, the bindi had come off, he took it and flicked it away, and he kissed her eyes. She sighed. Now his kisses began to get wet, as he traced the contours of her face, kissing her chin and kissed her lips. The kisses were soft, she moaned in his mouth, her hand reached to fall on his bare back.
