Steven peered curiously out the small airplane window as the scene below swung into view. Glimmering shamrock-colored islands swam in the topaz colored sea, so clear that he could see the dark coral reefs and sandy shallows of the bottom some three thousand feet beneath the scattered white clouds, drifting lazily through the Caribbean sky. An almost boyish excitement was building in him—he needed this vacation so badly. For years Steven and his friend Matt had talked about renting a villa in the islands for a few weeks, but only in the last six months had the plan really come together. Steven's girlfriend Amanda had loved the idea instantly, and now that Matt had a new romantic interest that they'd yet to meet, it seemed like the perfect opportunity for a couples' getaway to all get acquainted and relax for a change.
The gentle bump of the plane's landing gear on the runway brought Steven's thoughts back to the present, and stepping off the plane filled his lungs with the moist air and heady perfume of the tropics. It had been years since his last trip down, and he'd almost forgotten how far away it seemed from the grind of life and work on the mainland. He squinted through the bright sunlight across the tarmac of the airfield to the waiting rent-a-car hut, slung his carry-on bag over his shoulder, and let the pleasant sensations of his surroundings begin to work their magic.
The bumpy red dirt track leading up to the villa from the main road was terrible, even in the four-wheel drive Jeep Steven had rented for the trek from the other side of the island. The sight of the house coming into view, nestled among the verdant tropical foliage at the crest of a hill, removed immediately any doubt in his mind about whether it was worth sacrificing the convenience found in some of the hotels close to town. Completely private, the Mediterranean-style home boasted whitewashed walls and sensuous curves, shimmering against the flawless blue sky. Steven parked the Jeep and was looking up at the towering three stories of warm stucco and ruddy terra cotta roofs when a familiar figure stepped into view on a wide balcony overlooking the driveway. "You've got to see this place!" Amanda smiled down to him. She'd been able to catch an earlier flight down to settle them in, and was already quite at home in a breezy tropical sundress. Steven unloaded his gear from the Jeep while drinking in his lover's features—rich dark hair framed her lovely face, chocolate brown eyes always glittering with just a hint of playful mystery. Joining her up on the main level of the house, he could appreciate all the more how well her new surrounding suited her.
It was Amanda's first time in the Caribbean, and the excitement she exuded was deliciously contagious. She led Steven by the hand on the grand tour of their exotic accommodations. The balcony where she had first appeared was just a part of a wide patio of glossy clay tiles surrounding a glimmering pool, around which were placed attractive lounge chairs and large pots overflowing with bright blooming flowers. Encircling the patio were the various rooms of the house, most open to the cooling breath of the trade winds. Amanda strode purposefully on tiny bare feet to a railing beyond the far end of the pool, and as Steven followed the vista below came into view. This side of the house overlooked a gentle slope, absolutely teeming with greenery, accented here and there with spills of sweet smelling bougainvillea blossoms or wild orchids glistening with dew. A winding footpath led from the house under the forest canopy below, and Steven could just make out its end far below, where it opened onto a beach of virgin white, lapped by the waters of a small private cove. Beyond that lay the wide Caribbean, barely distinguishable from the sky, with nothing but turquoise water between them and Belize.
Steven stood close beside Amanda against the railing, nuzzling her head and inhaling the pleasantly musky fragrance of her hair. She signed contentedly. "I can't believe we're really here."
Attraction affects you in different ways in a paradise like that. Steven's eyes roamed all over Amanda's body, appreciating every curve. As sexy as she was at home, here it seemed twice that. His pulse raced at the shape of her bare ankles below the fluttering hem of her dress. Its neckline did little to conceal her voluptuous bust, and it suddenly felt like forever since he'd had a taste of her creamy tits. She caught his hungry gaze and smiled, in that half shy, half seductive way that only she could. "I haven't shown you the bedroom yet," she purred.
Amanda had hardly made it into the bedroom before Steven flung her onto the wide soft duvet and locked her lips in a fiery kiss. Thrilled by the urgency of his advance, she surrendered to his probing tongue, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him on top of her. Steven's warm hands slid up her naked thighs, fingertips seeking panties to pull off. She smiled into his kisses when he found none. She popped the button of his slacks and immediately felt his swollen cock spring into her hands. "Oh baby!" she squealed with delight. In a year of dating she'd never seen him this desperate for her. The reaction of her pussy was immediate, and Steven's fingers gently parted her lips and coated them with her own honey. Amanda gripped his solid shaft, pumping it with her fist, as Steven whipped her dress off over her head and tossed it into the corner.
She likewise speedily removed her lover's remaining clothing, and was soon kneeling between his legs with a mouthful of cock. Steven's expression was a mixture of desperate angst and unfathomable joy as Amanda worked him expertly with her tongue. There was no way he could last. "Please girl, I've got to fuck you!" he pleaded. Amanda eased up on to the bed and presented him with her ripe, round ass. She knew he loved to take her from behind. An involuntary gasp escaped her as he speared her slick cunt with his rod. Outside, some light afternoon clouds had blown a gentle passing rain shower over their hilltop retreat. The cool, damp air felt incredibly erotic on Amanda's bare skin, and her imagination bubbled with the primal sensations she felt as a tropical goddess of sex.
The climax began to grow in her as Steven's athletic body rammed her relentlessly from behind. "Baby I'm going to come!" she screamed, silvery showers of raw pleasure matching the crescendo of Steven's own urgent gasps. In an instant she felt him erupt into her waiting hole, the walls of her cunt bucking with her orgasm and milking every last bit of Steven's hot seed. They collapsed exhausted on the bed in each other's arms, cooled by the breeze of the passing storm.
When Amanda awoke the first golden rays of evening illuminated the leaves of the rain soaked trees outside their bedroom. She arched her body into a lingering stretch, conscious of the pleasant texture of the thin sheets on her skin. Rising, she slipped into her satin bathrobe and padded out find Steven. She found him in the kitchen, carefully slicing fruit from the generous stock of provisions they'd had delivered. Steven was a great cook, and Amanda realized how hungry she was after the long trip down and vigorous afternoon of lovemaking. Steven had replaced his light khaki slacks, but was still shirtless, and Amanda had to admire the healthy tan he managed to maintain, complementing his muscular chest. He noticed her approach and gave her a boyish smile, and she was amazed at how the few hours he'd been here had seemed to return an almost youthful cast to his handsome features. She approached him from behind and clasped her arms around his waist, holding him tightly. "Hi kitten," he smiled. She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek into his back, letting his warmth and scent envelope her.
