There is my taxi. It usually only takes about 20 minutes for them to arrive, but today it seemed to stretch on unmercifully. My stomach was bunched up in little knots and I had to keep wiping my palms on my yellow Capri pants that I knew showed off my firm, round ass just perfectly. They were my favourite pair ... shaped to fit a woman with my type of curves, tapered with lace almost at the top of my calf, with a tiny ivory bow -- the accent just enough to remind men that a sensuous woman was inside these pants. Over my new Victoria's Secret lingerie I wore a vibrant blue satin wrap - my full breasts showed enough cleavage to make the driver nervous as he helped me with my bags. My red hair was tied with a satin ribbon and the curls bounced as I leaned back in the seat and felt my cell phone vibrate in my bra. One long, one short. It's a text message from him. He's waiting for me.
After parking at "Departures" the driver hopped out to give me a hand with my bags. I couldn't help but notice his strong biceps that seemed to ripple beneath his short-sleeved work shirt as he hefted up my two larger bags with ease and placed them on a cart for me. His scent was spicy and sensually musky. His black hair slicked with gel, his youth obviously taken for granted -- could I even remember that far back? 43 suddenly felt so old, but the more I remembered the confusion at that tender age; 43 suddenly felt great! "What I could do with that youth, and my mature mind!" I wondered. I smiled as I took my carry-on and luggage cart to the terminal. For the first time in my life, I was going to be completely free for ten whole days!
My mind was a jumble of thoughts and ideas, making me warm, making me shiver as the plane began to roll down the acres of cement that would take us to the right strip carrying me to Jamaica, and into the arms of the man I had loved for so long. I was a bundle of nerves, my fingers reaching up to smooth the loose curls of my highlighted hair, my green eyes staring out the window as my suddenly insignificant home in rural Canada quickly sped away. As the plane took off into the air and my stomach flew right up into my throat, my nerves seemed to dissipate some. My fingers unclenched as I took a deep breath and accepted the decisions that I had made that got me here, and to this point in my life.
I was going to finally smell him, taste him, kiss him, and caress him. The wait was over and there was no turning back.
When I received my ticket from him two months ago to Couples Resort in Ocho Rios, I immediately went online to see what it was all about. My clit hardened as I read about the resort, thoughts of Montego Bay and fantasies of being in paradise; with the man I had only felt and tasted through internet and phone lines for over a year. My warped sexual upbringing had led me to a life of confusion and abuse. A failed marriage loomed in my recent past, and the time I spent exploring with George taught me to love myself, and respect all we are given as humans, including our bodies. I was finally accepting my body and the bodies of others in all their naked wonder. The resort is famous for its own private "Au Natural" island 200 yards off shore. An extremely romantic resort restricted to couples only! No children. No exceptions. No Kidding! Their promise warmed my thighs.
Over the next few weeks I started to feel the powdery white sand beach awaiting our footprints. The fresh-water pool overlooking the sea waiting to refresh us. This vacation will be all about us. About being together as a couple and the simple ways we can please each other. Feeding each other, dancing, holding hands. Naked and free. Unashamed. Proud that we love each other. Unafraid to show it.
As the plane taxis down the runway I close my eyes and picture the romantic destination of my dreams. When I open them I realize you're already there. Waiting for me. Cock hard.
"Are you as scared as me George?" I ask out loud. The passenger beside me looks at me sweetly, and seems to understand.
I finally see paradise. Just like the ad promises, the resort emerges majestically from the cliffs of Jamaica's emerald mountains. George's eyes are emerald like these mountains, and soon I will see them. My own eyes tear up as I shiver inside, so ready for his touch. Longing for his breath on my skin.
The resort shuttle takes me and my belongings to the "Hibiscus Cottage". Oh George went all out. This is the one nestled behind a sculpted hedge of Bougainvillea and situated cliff side overlooking the Caribbean Sea. I remember being online at work, drooling over the private outdoor Jacuzzi, spacious living room, large master bedroom and a bathroom suite with walk-in shower and Jacuzzi tub for two. It was bigger than my condominium! I knock on the door, and as my knuckles strike the wood, my knees get weak.
George opens the door and a tear rolls down his face as his smile broadens, so deep. His skin glows with tan and his scent draws me to him like a magnet. He directs the helper to take my bags to the bedroom and he takes my hand, and walks me over to the glass doors leading to the deck. My heels click on the blue tiles, my breath is taken away by the beauty of this man. I can't speak.
"Bethany, let me help you with that", he says as he takes my carry on and slides his hand inside my wrap. He smells my hair and nuzzles my ear as he says "I've loved you for so long, please let me show you now." He opens his robe showing me he is naked and hard as steel. His bulging head so thick the foreskin of his beautiful uncut cock is almost pulled back.
"I want you to feel what you do to me Bethany." He places my hand on his cock and pulls the tie from my satin wrap. We chuckle as it flutters to the floor.
He is so tall against my 5' 5" frame, and his green eyes are so alive. Suddenly his kiss brings me back to reality. I have longed for him so, our tongues tangle in a fight for control as our passion boils.
"Will there be anything else sir? Madame?" the bellman stammers. "My name is Jacob, and you may call for anything you need."
"No Jacob." George answered for us. "We have a little catching up to do." George returns his lips to my left ear, and unzips the side of my pants. His strong hands slide them to the floor by my feet.
"Dinner is at seven, and please remember this is your private home. Please enjoy your stay!" Jacob had such a wicked smile on his face as he left the cottage.
"Let me feel that sweet clitty Bethany", George whispered as the door to our cottage closed. "I know you feel naughty, but naughty is nice sometimes. Care for Georgie's three finger discount?" he asks as he's thumbing my clit with two fingers in my cunt.
"I will take all I can get please, nothing radical." I giggle as I move over to the hot tub.
"May I join you Beth?"
"Yessss"
"I love your clit by the way." He purrs as I kiss his eyes and lean down to slurp his hard cock. I rise back up to tongue tangle with my best friend.
"Bethany, mmm, I need to kiss your nose."
"Ohhh George."
"Cheeks,"
"mmm"
"Only the upper for now, and your neck -- oh, it's so soft and smells so good. Now your chest and these lovely breasts. Your nipples hardening. Kissing that soft belly, so sweet for me. Down we go."
I pant and cream as I anticipate his hunger.
"Beth baby I'm going to kiss your legs now." His tongue slides down and in circles as I convulse with my first climax. Oh god.
"Kissing your ankles. Mmm... toes, up your legs, inner thighs and yummy, the inner inner thighs!" he chuckles.
"Oh George baby!" I beam.
"And guess what cums next my love?"
I wonder as I feel my climax and almost shudder simply from the sound of his voice.
