Ecstasy in Paradise

Ecstasy in Paradise: Part I. (Thursday)

Rick's plane from Miami landed in St. Monique exactly as scheduled at 4:00 PM. He took a taxi to the

Le Château

Hotel which took about ten minutes. Michelle's plane from Paris would arrive at 8:00 PM and she would know to go directly to the hotel and check into the room that Rick would have registered for. Rick and Michelle had been childhood sweethearts from elementary school on growing up in Minneapolis. They did things together most of the time, went to the same university but took jobs in different fields. Rick was a programmer and found a lucrative job in Miami. Michelle also found a job in Miami but in the field of marketing. Rick and Michelle were about 30 years old.

They had lived in Miami for six years at which point Michelle's firm sent her on a six month assignment to Marseilles, France. She enjoyed the job, the people and climate very much and was sad to see her assignment end. The two had arranged to meet in St. Monique, an island on the Caribbean to celebrate her return, Rick from Miami and Michelle from Paris. The two were never married but had always been faithful to each other. They had led a conservative life style behaviorally but not politically. Each loved the other deeply and really enjoyed being around each other. Thus, Rick and Michelle had looked forward to this vacation, having missed each other for over six months.

Rick checked into his room after informing the front desk that a red-headed woman named Michelle would check in a little bit later. He took a shower to get the sweat and grime off after a tiring flight and then started putting items from his luggage away, giving enough room for Michelle to hang her clothes in the closet and place her personal items in the drawers. Michelle opened the room door at 8:30 PM with her key card, her flight having arrived also on time. She looked tired but still radiant and beautiful. She had on a pink tank top and a short white skirt and wore red lipstick and sensible white sandals.

"Hi, honey," she shrieked and jumped into his open arms.

He asked, "How was your flight?"

"Long and tiring! How was yours?" said Michelle.

"So so," he replied.

Michelle was a beautiful natural redhead with shoulder length wavy hair, 5'5" tall and weighing 115 lbs with hazel eyes, cherubic cheeks with dimples and naturally rosy lips. She was always clean and smelled fresh. Today her long nails were painted pink. The two quickly found each other's lips and kissed passionately for what seemed like an eternity. Rick gently caressed Michelle all over, her 34C breasts and her tight, compact buttocks and started to feel his member respond like a lifting crane. Michelle sensed the erection through his shorts.

She said,

"We will have to wait. I need to take a shower and find something to eat first. We can have hanky-panky later, maybe tomorrow, as I am really tired after that ridiculously long flight."

"No problem, Jet lags can be killers," replied Rick.

Michelle put her things away and stripped down to nothing. Rick admired her raw beauty, her tanned bronze skin, her long, taut and pink nipples defiantly protruding into the air. They were unabashedly attached to her good size soft, rounded breasts. Her boobs looked paler than her face because they were not exposed to the sun while she sun bathed in the French beaches. Rick knew that her breasts were just the right size but not too humongous that one needed two hands to stroke, squeeze or hold on to a single breast. As she went into the bathroom he caught a glimpse of her milky white buttocks and a silhouette view of her overhanging long, silky, golden pubic hair.

The two have always been formal to each other never using crude words when talking about genitals, sex or love making. They respected each other. A few days earlier, Michelle had texted Rick stating that they should do something wild during their St. Monique vacation and that they could discuss that topic when they met face to face. Rick wondered what exactly she had in mind.

Michelle finished her shower. Since the door to the bathroom was open, Rick saw her getting out of the shower. She had a towel tied around her hair and with another towel she was drying herself carefully making sure that every square inch of her naked body received full attention. She made sure that she dried her vagina and her long pubic hair as well as her anal area well. She then squirted lotion from a plastic bottle and applied it all over her body including her pubes, boobs and anus. She then put on a sheer bathrobe and came out saying,

"Shall we order room service?"

Rick called downstairs and ordered the special of the day which was shrimp scampi with linguini and garden salad. It was not unusual that the French island of St. Monique catered to folks from various parts of the world and thus it was no surprise that they had Italian food as tonight's special at the hotel's restaurant. The waiter brought in a tray with the dishes. He smiled and placed the tray down on the center table of the living room of the suite they had rented. Surely he must have taken in the beauty of Michelle's large breasts, her taut nipples and her golden pubic area through her sheer robe though he made no attempt to look greedy and go for a second look. The two ate the food in silence and washed it down with some white wine, French, not Italian.

"So what wild things did you want to do that you were texting me about?" asked Rick.

Michelle sighed and said,

"For starters, I think we should not be so formal to each other especially when talking about sex and intimate things. For example, I still say,

"Rick, I am ready for you to insert your penis into my vagina and move it back and forth." That's so archaic. We should be freer in the use of our words. It's good that you are a bit looser with your vocabulary than me, but I am still stuck in my parents' era as far as vocabulary is concerned."

"OK. My cock is eager to fuck that lovely pussy of yours," said Rick.

Michelle looked shocked initially, but then recovered and smiled, saying,

"There you go. That's an excellent start. I can't wait to fuck you too!"

"Great," replied Rick, "What other wild things did you have in mind?"

Michelle said, "I can see your cock rising. We can fuck tomorrow. I am very tired. I heard that St. Monique is notorious for lots of things. They have a nude section of the beach and they have various "kinky" workshops. We can attend some and perhaps start trying new things."

Rick replied, "I am all for that. Now let's kiss each other passionately and go to sleep."

They both brushed their teeth and hopped into the bed, naked. Rick kissed Michelle's nipples, pussy and ass good night. She reciprocated by kissing his erect cock passionately. The crown of his cock was already glistening with a clear, sap like liquid which Rick called PCF (pre-cum fluid); some others called it pilot. They lay on the bed in a spooning position, with Michelle on the outside, her breasts squeezed tightly against Rick's back and her arms around his waist. They went to sleep soon just like that. Rick was hoping he didn't get a wet dream that night.