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.
The alarm clock rings and the dream ends. I'm surprised to find that I am aroused. All day long I think about my dream and finally decide to daydream the rest.
Your hands begin to travel in circles around my belly to my back. Each circle bringing your hands over my ass, stroking and kneading, then to my hips, flaring your fingers and then dipping them low in front, but not quite low enough, and up my chest, stroking and pulling and kneading my breasts. You reach out with one hand and grab the tanning oil we used today. Slowly you pour some down my back, following the slippery trail, massaging the oil over my back, down, down to the very center of my body. You slide your hands between my legs, feeling just how hot and wet your stroking has made me. You lower yourself to your knees and gently push my legs apart. You have one hand on my abdomen and the other hand gliding between my legs from front to back, front to back, in a slow, steady rhythm. You gently insert your thumb into me while your fingers part my lips and find my sensitive, swollen clit. Each time you slide your fingers forward, your thumb goes deeper into me. I am beyond rational thought, my legs begin to shake and quiver. Your hand begins to move, faster and faster, your thumb, deeper and deeper. Finally, with a gasp, I cum. You slowly stop stroking me while I catch my breath. You slide your body up mine and kiss me. I turn in your arms, making the kiss deeper.
