We arrived early afternoon on the most beautiful island surrounded by warm, clear, calm waters. We had spent the day soaking up the sun and playing in the water. It seemed as if we were the only two people there.
Just before sunset, we went back to our place. I must have taken a shower because I was standing on the balcony wrapped in a towel leaning against the railing. I was sipping a glass of wine, watching the waves when you came up behind me. You had a towel around your waist. You took my wine glass from my hand and placed it on the table.
You put your hands on my shoulders and just stood there pressed up against me for a few moments, neither of us moving. You slowly started dragging your hands up and down my arms. You entwined your fingers with mine and walked me over to the corner post, still pressed up against me. You started sliding your fingers between mine, back and forth, very slowly. How you knew that the webbing of my fingers is one of my most sensitive erogenous zones I'll never know, but I felt each stroke all through my body, ending with a jolt between my legs. You started kissing my neck and shoulders. You moved our hands to the front of my body and moved the towel away, sliding it down my hips to land on the floor. We were still facing the stone post at the corner of the balcony when you took our hands and moved them up and down the front of me, circling my breasts with each circuit. Even though it was my hands touching them, my nipples got very hard and began to ache.
You slowly brought our hands around the post and without words let me know you wanted me to keep mine there. You started running your hands up and down my body, up to my nipples, rolling them between your fingers, pinching and pulling on them, down my belly to the top of my thighs, never quite delving between them, which is where I needed them to be.