**this series of stories was written as a sequence of letters in the style of a man writing a memoir. Some of the events are actual memories of mine while others are fantasy; some are memories touched by fantasy. Although written in the first person, I tried to leave the identity of the couple vague to allow the reader to insert their own identities into the story**
Chapter 1: Arrival at the End of the World
Life, as it is often prone to do, crept up on us. We'd become shells of ourselves. Tastes lacked their luster, pleasures lost their potency. Somehow, someway, our connections to our innermost spark had been lost. After too many melodramatic conversations, too much meaningless soul searching, we realized that reigniting the fire meant making a choice to do so. We needed to escape the mundane world and just be in a place where the world couldn't touch us. Our destination would be the Andaman Islands, a place I found in my youth when I swore off college and travelled the globe. The Andamans were a tropical island chain, an under-explored paradise in the Indian Ocean plagued by endless sunshine, blue-green coral seas, and an almost complete lack of people most of the year.
We landed in Port Blair in early morning and a orange sun was just starting to illuminate the sky. Port Blair is the most developed town in the island chain and the central hub for hiring boats to other islands. Our first stop, a day excursion to Ross Island was an adventure. One part Indiana Jones, one part History channel. The old Victorian era British colonial post, long since abandoned, is being reclaimed by nature and has been for more than a century. In the center of once busy colonial streets youthful baobab trees were peeking out of the ground. Once great centers of British Imperial Administration were losing the battles to ferns, palm trees, monkeys, and rainbow colored birds of paradise. We climbed vines into hollowed out manors, and kissed each other in villas where Raj era Lords and Ladies once lived. The next day, we hired a fisherman to sail us to our primary destination. Little Andaman - the southernmost island in the archipelago. 6 hours on the sea later, we arrive and are blown away by what we see.
Bleached white sands, and forests of a lush green we had never seen that reminded of us of what Eden must be like. We didn't even have to tell each out how our forbidden Adam and Eve urges had been ignited. The sleepy little island had an end-of-the-world feel to it. People were less abundant than the neon birds flying above us. The most advanced buildings we found were a group thatch-roofed huts that served as the closest thing to a hotel resort on the island. After dropping our rucksacks, we changed, and prepared to go on our way. You put on the cutest little white bikini and wrapped your hips in a purple patterned sarong we purchased at the tiny market further inland along with sweating bottles of water and luscious fruit locally grown and picked probably that morning.
We spent our entire first weekend walking along the beaches and forest paths, taking detours into any secluded spot we could find along the way. It had been a whirlwind of taking our carnal pleasure in any way we could. There was the blissful closeness of the missionary quickie that we had under a low palm leaf not far from one the paths, and that time where we found a small outcropping of hidden rocks along the beach where I proceeded to bend you over and take you from behind. The deepness of that penetration and the lack of footing as the sand under the seawater kept sliding under your feet sent your pussy into such intense orgasmic spasms it made me absolutely explode inside of you - each of your contractions tightening on me and eagerly pulling out more and more of my hot cum and each contraction sending shots of pleasure up your spine and down your legs.
Then there was that mind blowing, leg buckling blowjob you surprised me with when I was sleeping our second morning. The way your grabbed my ass with both hands while taking my hardness into your mouth had my sleepy brain swimming in ecstasy. The eruption my cock shot into your hot sweet mouth was so big, so voluminous I could not believe you were able to take it all. But you slurped and gulped away with the sexy, slutty grace I love so much. You kept on sucking me till I squealed at the sensitivity and noticed lights at our resort turning on from the people I woke up.
And what about that hour we spent on the beach as the tide was coming in? I lifted you off your feet and wrapped your legs around my waist and held you in the air, kissing you deeply until I dropped you onto the sand and worked my way down your body and buried my head underneath your sarong where I teased you over the silky fabric of your bikini. I teased you more and more till it was soaking with wetness before pulling it off to the side and taking one giant ice cream cone lick of your pussy from front to back. Your pussy was already primed, ready, sensitive, and needing release but I had other plans just then. I kept sucking you fully into my mouth, flicking your clit but not sustaining enough contact to make you cum. Not until that tide started to get closer.
Soon, you could hear the waves (and see them every time my licks made your head snap backwards) swelling bigger and bigger. My plan was about to come full circle. I increased my attention to your engorged sex button and kept you at the brink of orgasm for agonizing minutes until finally, a tidal wave reached us up the beach, splashing cool water up your back and up around your groin. As the water shocked your skin I brought you to peak and brought you screaming as the flower of orgasmic rush blossomed inside your pelvis. Your hips buckled, and your back arched from the sensitivity oozing from your loins and the water shocking your lower back - your hands grabbing and pulling on my hair to give you stability.
It has been raunchy, sexy, slutty, loving, romantic, carnal, sinful, wonderfully blissful weekend. We were both absolutely spent, satisfied, pleasured. Then it occurred to me. Not far from here there was this little waterfall that very few people ever visited and I think to myself...mmmmm, tomorrow was going to be another good day
The little known waterfall emptied in a shallow pool of clear water and was surrounded by a secluded, 20-foot rock wall with a cave just behind the falling water. It was about a half-day's walk from our beach hut, but that wasn't a problem. The journey there was all that mattered. It was difficult for us to keep our hands off each other along the several miles. We had promised we would refrain from sex until we got there so we didn't have a repeat of yesterday's fucking in any spot we could find. But this didn't stop us from playing a teasing game where we kept trying to one up each other to see who could make the other desperate enough to break.
