Now close your eyes and imagine, my secret forbidden lover, we are on "our" deserted island. We are in a place that belongs only to us. The water, turquoise blue, rolls gentle waves that hush softly upon crystalline white sands. The day has been spent in languorous conversation pleasant as the low and steady white noise of a pearly shell held to the ear. No rush but the skittering sandpipers foraging for tidbits.
We watch the blue sky go golden, then tangerine, then crimson with silvered wisps of clouds as I slide my arm gently along your back, enjoying the touch of your skin along my fingertips.
What wonderful anticipation in making a move, the joy of holding back with not a touch all day. The indescribable romance of the sunset melds perfectly synchronous with the sensuality of my smooth fingertips slipping over your back, my arm pulling you into my body.
We drive past a small stretch of beach shops, I feel my heart beat faster as we pass the marina to my left, as it is the first thing that is endlessly familiar to me. I'm home and I can feel it. The scene was idyllic. Clear water lapped in gentle waves on the white sand beach. Palm trees line the small cove and hammocks were strung between trees. The more central beaches had larger crowds, but there were none this far away from the center of the island. The sun is glaring and we simultaneously reach for our sunglasses, and once again I get a little thrill from how electricity pulses between our intertwined fingers.
With your hand in mine, we walk the cooling sand into the palm grove, wordlessly moving closer to the steady sound of falling water. We reach at last the lagoon, awash in the gentle roar of water. It's not hard to find a perfect knoll of soft white sand in which to set down our things. Like everyone else, this is now ''our'' spot, and we lay claim.
I laid on my towel hungry to soak in the warmth and view of the rolling ocean. I savored the scent as we approached the ocean. It was such a nice crisp smell. The ocean waves were rolling gently, lapping steadily up onto the sand. My back to the beach, I anticipate every swell and simply drift.
Together, holding hands, we run into the rushing surf, fighting against the incoming waves until we are shoulder-deep in the water. Here the waves were merely rising in depth, lifting our bodies before returning us to the sand, before violently breaking and crashing to the sand. The water is now refreshingly cool, while the sun feels as though it is touching my wet hair with piercingly hot fingers and I have to dunk under every few minutes to keep those tendrils of heat away.
As I move closer, you see the sultry sexy look in my eyes and smile. It had been our first time together after many months of an intense online relationship and it had been more than either of us had expected.
Suddenly a hard body with strong arms presses against mine in the water, your arms are quickly around me and lifting me effortlessly over the next swell. You can stand where I cannot and I go limp and relax in these hard, comforting arms. Oh! What is that? Your arms aren't the only hard thing I feel, and I turn my head inquiringly. I can feel the sexually energy emitting from your body; your pulse is almost jumping out of your cock.
A knowing smile forms on your lips and a salty, cold, wet kiss follows. It is cold and wet on the surface, but oh so warm, soft, and deep on the inside. The water hides my hands as I grope for that hard length under your shorts, and your breath becomes quick and halted as I firmly grasp it.
Somehow my hands are still warm even under the blue chill we are floating in, and I tease you for a while, making you miserable with desire. This kissing never ends, but goes on and on with you bringing my barely clad body firmly against your chest.
At the bank, we kiss again, our swimsuits are important only to shield the sun here, but the eroticism of hidden treasure heightens the play. Slipping your hands to my waist, you pull me into you. This kiss presses harder, more passionately as our tongues snake and charm each other to the mesmerizing music of the tropic passion. Our torsos have pressed hard to each other as I feel the heat of your essence grinding against mine as we exchange breathless moans inside hungry kisses.
We both lean forward for more kissing, our tongues meeting more fervently this time. After giving my stiff nipple a final tug, you move your hand lower, now urgently rubbing my pussy through the bikini bottoms. This stirs my excitement and in response I stroke your growing cock with increasing vigor.
The waves continued to lift and drop us as we expressed our deep connection in the physical realm. We frolicked in the sun, enjoying this time immensely, knowing it was limited and trying our best to make the most of it. The spontaneous kisses are frequent, and sneaky caresses of body parts were often when we are in water deep enough. You are so handsome, I cannot look you in the face lest I betray the fullness of my emotions.
I lay back on the sand, burrowing my feet in. My pussy was roaring now. This is the most sensual yet sexually liberating experience of my whole life. This man I had never met, the way he looked at me with such want, the way he touched my skin, and sent shivers up my spine, the way his massive cock needed my lips. You wanted me for my body, and that made me furiously horny. As we watch the waves crash onto the shore, an amorous energy overtakes us, I close my eyes so that you are shut out from my lust and longing, as it is too raw. Roughly you kiss me on the lips, in my mouth, on my neck. I shiver and return with the same forcefulness.
A wave hits my aching sex fully. The feel of it puts me closer to the edge. Growing frantic in my arousal, my hands rise to my nipples. I move my fingers back up to my clit and finger faster. I pull on my nipples with my other hand. As more waves wash over me, I arch into them. Feeling the water swirl around me is very sensual. My fingers move faster. I begin to pump my hips in time with my fingers. I'm moaning out loud, I can't help it.
As the biggest wave yet hits me, I fall over the edge and cum with the wave. Over and over I feel it coursing through my body. I cry out with the seagulls as another wave crashes over and through me. As the tide rises up again between my legs, you take your wet fingers and began to gently stroke my soft folds. After a while, you could tell that the ocean waters were not the only wetness on your fingers. Each time the waters lap up, you would go deeper into me with your wet fingers. I began to emit soft moans, which soon were becoming quite audible.
While we lay on the beach totally alone, except for the sound of the waves, your mouth finds the hollow at the base of my neck and continues on down to my breasts. My perfect nipples were so hard and erect, they were casting shadows from the sun along the upper portion of my perfect round breasts.
My breath catches in my throat as I gasp for air and my back arches with desire. Your teeth gently graze my nipples, tormenting and tantalizing them. You move your mouth lower tracing over my navel. My stomach quivers as I realize where this trail ends. You had removed my bikini bottoms without me even realizing it. My loud gasp echoes as the tip of your tongue trails along my wet glistening nether lips. The taste of the lingering days salt, the fresh water of the lagoon, and the muskiness of my own passion is godlike nectar.
Your hands move down so slowly, you push my sand covered legs apart and then slowly part the smooth lips of my pussy. My clit reacts to your touch by becoming hard. You trace its outline and then gently blow on it, making me catch my breath. As you suck my clit into your mouth and expertly use your tongue to wrap around it, I realize that I am drenched with my juices as you trace your tongue down the center of my swollen lips. I buck into you as your tongue penetrates deeper and deeper.
With waves crashing in the background, we tease each other into a feverish new realm. My attention is reverted back to where your hand still teased. With each plunge of your tongue into the moist recesses of my pussy, your fingers deepen their attack. You are eagerly plunging your tongue in and out of me sucking my juices.
