Author's Note: All consensual and over the age of 18.
I walk inside the bungalow, hand in hand with my amor prohibido. The scent of jasmine floating heavily on the breeze. Candles of all varieties take residence at varying intervals throughout the small comfy home.
"Honey, do you really think this island is totally uninhabited?" Juliet asks.
"That's what all the extra money was for sweetie," Romeo says with a soft kiss to her forehead. "Just you (kiss), me (kiss), and whatever you brought in your treasure chest (kiss)."
Walking behind him she whispers, "Oh honey, you'll be pleasantly surprised with the content of my treasure chest," as she rubs her nails slowly down his sides, causing him to shiver even though it's a tropical 72 degrees on the island.
Quick as a pouncing tiger, he spins around and captures his prey, knocking them both down onto the couch.
"Finally, all to myself," he says punctuating every word with a kiss.
"Tranquilo mi tigre," Juliet says in Spanish, holding Romeo's head in her hands, causing him to look into her hypnotic eyes and halting his brain scrambling kisses.
"Let me shower and then I'll swing from your vine Tarzan, I promise," Juliet whispers seductively into his ear.
"Ok, but anything over fifteen minutes and I'm comin' to get you."
"Promises, promises," she says with a kiss. She walks off a distance and stops with her back to him. "Honey be a dear and put the champagne on ice please. And honey..." she asks.
"Yes, ma'am," comes his raspy reply.
"Extra ice please, we'll need some for later," she says as she walks away.
"Yes, ma'am!" came his eager reply.
As she walks to the bathroom, he explodes into action lighting candles all around, as the sun sets on their tropical honeycomb hideaway. He looks in the kitchen closet and pulls out a bucket.
"This'll work fine," he thinks.
"I've got to keep his lips off me until I'm fully prepared for his surprise or he'll ruin it," Juliet thinks as she enters the bedroom. "Although, having his lips all over me isn't a bad choice either... oh my!" she gasps as she sees the spacious room with a king-sized canopy bed in the middle of the room.
Silk sheets the color of red wine wrap the bed. A solitary long stemmed pink rose and a small note atop the pillow also adorn the bed. The fragrance of the coconut scented candles mixed with the jasmine breeze threatened to overload her senses.
"A pink rose, how different?"
Opening the note, she reads, WAIT TILL YOU SEE THE BATHROOM. Unable to wait any longer she races to see what else is in store for her...
"37, 38, 39, 40. That's enough, don't want to over do it," Romeo says doing pushups in the living room. "Better clean up and check on my amor prohibido." "Should be right about here," Romeo says to himself as he follows the wrap around porch along the side of the house.
"Warm water too, thank God for small favors," Romeo thinks as he lathers in the outdoor shower. Mosquito netting, a shower head, and a tiled wall with a bottom drain make up the outdoor shower. "This is really nice," he thinks as he sees the water lapping at the shoreline 100 yards off. The scent of jasmine is not the only thing on the breeze tonight though. Soft moans float on the wind to Romeo's ears.
"Oh yes baby, harder, that's it," Juliet moans as Romeo watches her show through the opened window.
Water threatens to spill over the edge of the four-foot-deep walk in tub, set in the middle of the floor, as Juliet parts her flower petals and rubs the bud hidden within. Legs apart, head thrown back in rapture, Juliet pleases herself, imagining Romeo thrusting deep inside her.
The sight of the seven-foot-long walk-in tub filled with steaming hot water and rose petals, plush terry cloth robes with matching slippers, long and short stemmed roses couples with a platter of sliced fruit on the marble counter was more than enough to make Juliet quickly strip and begin to enjoy herself in the tub.
Romeo had to force himself to relax, almost climaxing while listening to Juliet's sweet release. He ran inside to gather the items she requested. "Oh, fuck yeah," was all he could think as he approached the bathroom door.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Juliet said after seeing Romeo in the doorway with a big metal bucket filled with ice, a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
"Didn't know how much ice we'd need so..." Romeo admitted, setting down the bucket, revealing that he was naked and up for the challenge.
His eyes hungrily roam her body as hers greedily take in his lengthiness. Time stands still for what seems eons as they size each other up.
"I told you after fifteen minutes I would come," Romeo says.
"Is that what you said? I could've sworn you said after fifteen minutes I would come" Juliet says, slowly withdrawing into the pool.
"As you stated, fifteen minutes have passed, it's time for you to come." Romeo glances at the marble counter, "One second sweetie, is that a platter of freshly sliced fruit?"
"It would seem so, sir," she responds. Romeo grabs the platter and looks at Juliet with a wicked look in his eyes.
"What have I agreed to?" Juliet thought as she sits blindfolded in a chair in the bathroom.
"The way this works is I choose a piece of fruit at random, rub it on your body, then you guess what fruit it is using only the feel of the fruit on your skin. Wrong answers will be punished, and correct answers will be rewarded," Romeo explained. "Unless you're not up to it," Romeo taunted.
"Challenge accepted!" Juliet cuts him off.
"Let us begin then," Romeo whispered.
"What fruit is this?" Romeo whispers as he rubs a pineapple slice over the swell of her full breasts. She arches in her chair and reaches out for him, only to have her hands playfully swatted away.
"No, no, no. Remember your hands are to remain holding onto the sides of your chair unless instructed otherwise. As there are rules that govern this experience, there are also consequences as well. First and only freebie for rule violations. All other incidents will incur punishments," Romeo breathed as he circled her, running his mouth over her naked body.
When he stood in front of her, he leaned in close to her ear, nudged her legs apart with his knees and whispered, "Now what kind of fruit is this?" A piece of mango was rubbed on her swollen clit.
Fire blossomed my core as the fruit was used as a torture device! I desperately wanted to reach out, grab him and claim what is mine, but decided I'd play by his rules for now. The fiery storm abated as the fruit was removed.
Soft but firm lips cover mine and I taste mango as he kisses me. After we part and I catch my breath I say, "Mango."
"Correct," Romeo states. "And this one?" he asks once again building my fires with his "erotic fruit challenge".
Once again, the kiss returns. This time it is watermelon flavored. "Too easy," I thought as the kiss ended.
"Watermelon," I say confidently.
