Paradise

This is part fifteen of the ongoing Friends series. This story in particular can be read independently, but the characters and plot line make more sense if you have read the earlier parts. The series tracks the growth, personally, professionally, and sexually, of a group of friends, all in their mid-twenties. Alan and Lisa are a young married couple. Audrey and Tim were just engaged and are Alan and Lisa's best friends.

If you have been reading this series, this part has much less conflict than the rest of the series. In this story, Alan and Lisa take a planned short trip to St John as recovery time and a birthday present for Lisa. This chapter is told from Lisa's perspective.

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Ahhh. It always feels so good to finally be on the plane after the hustle and anxiety of getting up early, battling crowds at the airport, waiting for your boarding. And now we just get to sit for a few hours for the flight to San Juan. We change to a smaller plane there to fly to St Thomas and then a boat over to St John. As much as I have been looking forward to this trip, I think Alan has been even more. His work has been brutal since shortly before Graham gave him the promotion a couple of months ago.

I am glad I talked Alan into getting us good seats. I have gotten used to them flying for work and I would hate to be back into cattle car land again, like we were the last time we went to St John, for our honeymoon two and a half years ago.

As soon as Alan has our bags stowed in the overhead, he sits down and I reach over and hold his hand. We decided to take this trip when we were recovering from a rough patch our marriage had run into a few months ago. That was the biggest blow up we have had in our five years of living together. With my birthday in three days, it's officially a birthday trip for me.

"Do you mind if I just listen to music and unwind for a while, maybe nap?" Alan asks me.

"Sounds like a good plan for me, too," I reply.

Noise cancelling headphones make air travel so much more tolerable. I pick a nice playlist of show tunes to listen to. I know, show tunes? But I like them and when I am alone, they are good to sing along to. I bet Alan is listening to classic rock, probably on the soft side today.

Alan is out cold by the time the plane is in the air. He is exhausted. He really needs this break, but he insisted on bringing a laptop in case there is an emergency at work. The flight attendant comes by and offers breakfast. I don't wake Alan up, but I have a nice little omelet, a chocolate chip muffin and a fresh fruit cup. And coffee! Mediocre coffee, but it is better than nothing.

The drink service before we get to San Juan finally wakes up Alan. The flight attendant brings him a fruit cup and a muffin from the breakfast he missed.

We have to change planes in San Juan, which is always a nuisance. Fortunately, San Juan isn't a big airport, with only about thirty gates. Our flight arrives a few minutes early, so we have a comfortable time to walk across. After a very short flight to St Thomas, we get a ride with three other couples to the boat dock. By early afternoon, we are in St John. Alan picks up the rental car and I go to the casual restaurant in the resort right at the dock to get a table. I at last had the cute little omelet that the plane fed me, but Alan only had a light snack; we are both ready for a sit down meal.

Our table is on the patio, overlooking the beach. I had forgotten just how beautiful it is down here. No picture I have ever seen can do it justice.

We are finally starting to relax as we enjoy our meal. Alan even allows himself a single beer with the meal -- he explains that he still needs to drive. Feeling nourished and refreshed, we set off in search of our rental villa, stopping at an office in town to pick up the keys. It's hard to get very lost on St John. It's a small island and there just aren't that many roads. Our villa is near the end of one of the little peninsulas southeast of Cruz Bay.

When we get there, it is even nicer than I had expected, located about 50 feet above a small beach. The stairs to that beach will be my workout, I guess. There is a nice pool and a patio just outside the villa with a gorgeous view of the sea. Everything is so lush and green it seems unreal.

Alan is happy with the kitchen and the cookware. And there is a nice grill out by the pool. Alan says he is going to the store to stock the kitchen and bar. I say I will get us settled in while he is gone. I unpack our bags and check out each room and make sure the plumbing and lights all work. And I read the directions the property manager left us.

I take a picture looking out from the villa out towards the sea and send it to Audrey with

Wish u were here

The patio and pool are calling me, so I change into my new blue bikini. When we decided to take this trip, Audrey helped me buy two new bikinis; this is the tamer of the two. All of my old suits were stodgy one pieces, so this is a big step for me. Alan doesn't know about either of these. I will surprise him with this one today and surprise him with the more risqué red one tomorrow or the day after.

I hear Alan get back and call out that I am out back. "Why don't you get your suit on and join me?" I ask.

"Let me put the groceries away and then I will be out. Do you want a glass of wine?"

"Yes, please."

In a few minutes, he is on the patio wearing swim trunks and a tee, carrying two empty wine glasses and an ice bucket with a bottle of white wine in it. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees me lying on the lounge chair.

"Do you like this? Audrey made me buy it when we went shopping last month."

"I absolutely LOVE it. But you better put some sun screen on. Your northern skin is not ready for this Caribbean sun."

"Can you put it on me?" I say, reaching a tube out towards him.

He sets the glasses and the wine on the table and starts to smear lotion over my body. He seems to be particularly concerned that sun might shine through the suit.

"Not sure you really want to put it on my nipples. I bet it doesn't taste very good."

He settles back to focusing on my exposed skin. Once I am covered, I take care of him, getting him to take off his tee so I can get his chest and back.

He then pours us each a glass of wine and we sit, sipping our wine and just relaxing. Really relaxing, like I can't remember doing in years.

"I could get used to this. Maybe we SHOULD just retire and move down here after the IPO," Alan says.

"I know what you mean, but neither of us would stay happy long term just sitting here."

"I could try."

After a few minutes, Alan says, "We have a busy day tomorrow. We have reservations to go horse back riding on the beach at 10:30 in the morning. They feed us lunch right after our ride, still on the beach. Then we have to go to another cove, where we will go kayaking with sea turtles."

"How much stuff did you plan out?"

"Sunday and Monday are free days right now. Tuesday, I have arranged an all day boat ride on a catamaran. There will be two other couples with us. I don't know anything about them. Is there anything you want to do?"

"Why don't we go to the resort Sunday afternoon. We can have a nice lunch and get his and her massages -- I really want you to try one. And I think I want to go out for a big fancy dinner for my birthday on Monday. I love your cooking, but I want you to be with me that night, not slaving over one of your masterpieces."

"I will make all the arrangements. We have a plan."

We sit for a while, just enjoying the sun and the view and the wine and just doing nothing. But I am starting to get hot. Even the late afternoon sun is hot and it is still almost 80 out.

"I'm going to take a dip to cool off."

I step to the edge and dive into the pool. The water is warm but still very refreshing. It's not really a lap pool, but I swim back and forth its length a few times just to stretch out. I spent every summer growing up in the neighborhood pool. Being in the water is almost second nature to me. I never swam competitively, like my sister did, but I got life guard certified as soon as I turned 15. I swim up to the end of the pool nearest Alan and cross my arms on the edge, my boobs resting on top of them.

"Come on in, the water is great. And I think you can stand everywhere in the pool, so you can relax."

Alan is not much of a swimmer. I am pretty sure he could get himself out of the deep part of a real swimming pool if he needed to, but he would rather not push it. His mother is terrified of being in water over her head, which has turned into a moderate discomfort in him.

My peer pressure works and he sits on the edge and slides in.

"It does feel nice in here," he admits.

Once he has relaxed, I dive down and pull down his trunks and push him on his side. He sidesteps to regain his balance and I dive down again and grab the trunks before I swim to the far end of the pool.

"If you want them back, you will have to catch me," I taunt him.

He tries to corner me, but my ability to swim past him repeatedly beats his insistence of walking in the pool. Finally, he manages to get hold of me around the waist.

"You've caught me, now what are you going to do with me?"

He keeps hold of my waist while turning me so I am mostly floating on my stomach. With his free hand he unties each side of my bikini bottom and pulls it off me, tossing the garment onto the chairs.

"I think you have lost rights to those for the night," he says.

He then gives me a good half dozen swats on each cheek of my butt. They do sting, but I kind of asked for this.

"I think the other side needs a little more special punishment," I say, almost pleading.

He sets me up on the edge of the pool, with my legs dangling into the water. This leaves my crotch close to eye level for him as he stands in the pool. Or more importantly, at tongue level. He spreads my legs and starts in on my pussy. I hadn't realized just how horny I was until the first lick. But it sure feels good. I can feel my orgasm on its way and I groan loudly as I climax. Alan eases off nicely to lets me calm down.

"Get up out of there -- I need your cock in me now!"

He comes out, still naked and sits on one of the lounge chairs. Dressed in just my bikini top, I come over to him and, after climbing onto his lap, impale myself on his cock. We start slowly, finding a rhythm that matches the relaxed vibe of the environs. Our slow pace prolongs my build-up; I am in no hurry to finish this. But I can sense Alan is not going to hold out much longer. I bring my hand to bear and manage to almost exactly match his timing; my cunt squeezing his cock as it is pumping me full of his juices.

We sit and hold each other, Alan's cock still deep inside me. This feels like a scene from a romance novel. It is unbelievably sexy and I think we are both deeply feeling our love for each other. The magic of the moment is only broken when his deflated member slides out of my pussy.

"You wanted to move here earlier. I could go for a life like this," I say, "I think is the first time I have ever had sex outside. I certainly hope it's not the last."

"We have four more days here. Back home may be a little more problematic for that," Alan says, "I think I am going to start making dinner."

"What's tonight's menu?"

"I am going to go inside and make a mango salsa, then clean and season the shrimp. I will grill them out here. For your stunt back in the pool, I decry you have to stay bottomless for the night."

"You just want to ogle my pussy since we won't see Audrey this weekend."

"I am certainly guilty of wanting to ogle your pussy. And two more things once I have recovered from round one."

Alan starts up the grill before heading into the kitchen. I take advantage of the last glimmers of the sun as I lay on the chaise, with only my top on. Before long, Alan is bringing out the shrimp to put on the grill. He has pulled his tee shirt back on, a fair precaution around the grill. Once they are sizzling, he heads back in for another load of ingredients for our dinner, turning on a patio light on his way by.

We are soon sitting together at the table, enjoying another delicious Alan meal. Sitting quietly at the table after dinner, we finish our wine while we gaze at each other or out over the sea. A few minutes after we have finished everything, Alan starts to gather up the plates.

"Let me do that," I say, "You just cooked this wonderful dinner."

"You can help cleanup another time, but for now just sit and enjoy."

He carries our dinner dishes and the empty wine bottle back into the kitchen. I hear a blender going in the house, then he comes out carrying a platter. There are two slices of what I am guessing is key lime pie, and two drink glasses filled with an orange colored icy drink.

I look at him quizzically and he says, "Mango daiquiris."

It is getting dark already, but the patio lights give a comfortable lighting to eat by. It is a half moon, which we can see reflecting off the ripples in the sea. The water is so calm tonight. It is stunningly beautiful as we look out.

After a while, Alan gets up and slides his chair over next to mine before picking up the dessert plates and taking them into the kitchen. As he is coming back out, the lights cut off.

"Did we lose power?" I ask.

"No, I just want to enjoy seeing the darkness. Give it a minute, your eyes will adjust."

He is back sitting in his chair next to me, his arm around my shoulders. I lean my head down and rest it on his shoulder. He has brought back a pitcher.

"There is a little daiquiri left if you want any. And we should sit quietly for a few minutes to enjoy the night sounds as well as the sky."

We each have about another half glass of the fruity quaff. And Alan is right. My eyes are adjusting to the lower light level. The moon is getting lower and the milky way is starting to look almost milky with its thick band of stars. Feeling very comfortable from the alcohol, nicely fed, and snuggled up against Alan with this beautiful vista, I am reminded again of being in a romance novel, now the part just before it says

and they live happily ever after

.

Alan breaks the silence, saying, "I want to make slow, beautiful love to you. In on the bed, but we will leave the drapes open and the lights off, so we can still see all this while we have each other."

We stand up and his arm is around me as we walk together into the bedroom. We are kissing passionately before we even reach the bed. I pause for a moment to pull his tee over his head before I reach back to untie my own top and pull it over my head. I can now feel his skin against mine as we hug tightly and kiss.

Alan finally directs me onto the bed with my head closest to the window. He spreads my legs and returns to his earlier work with his tongue. I watch the sky out the window; it is a transcendent experience to lie comfortably, staring into the infinity of the starry night sky, as you are pleasured by an expert. And then my orgasm arrives. Not an earth shattering one, but nice and mellow and full of love.

This time, he does not ease off and several minutes later, I am climaxing again, this one much more forceful.

After I recover, I roll him over and climb down him. Now he is the one staring out the window as I kiss and bite his nipples before sliding down further. My mouth shifts to his cock, while my hands continue the stimulation of his chest and nipples. He starts moaning. I have no interest in finishing him this way, but after his earlier orgasm, I trust his staying power and I can give him more pleasure without any risk.

Finally, I relent and crawl up his torso and we are back to kissing, lovingly, passionately.

After loving minutes of kissing, he rolls us over again, now with him lying on me. He lifts himself up on his arms and slides his cock into me, missionary style. He is maintaining a slow, steady rhythm again, much like we had this afternoon outside. Even with this leisurely pace, I start to feel something stirring. He reaches one of his hands down and finds my clit. Soon that murmuring in my loins is charging at a gallop and I am bucking my hips against him, digging my fingers into his back.

After my latest orgasm passes, I roll us back over one more time, now straddling him. I am disappointed when I lose him in the move, but I quickly have his cock back in me. I want to control the pace this time, and damn it, he is going to climax with me. I start rocking my hips back and forth. He has both of his hands on my breasts, squeezing them and pinching the nipples. I have both my hands on this nipples as well. The faster pace is starting to get him close; he is thrusting upwards into me. I take one hand from his nipples to find my clit. Just as I feel him start filling me with his cum, I shriek and my cunt squeezes his cock as tightly as it can. This was my strongest orgasm of the day; I think he had a good one, too.

I collapse onto him and we kiss and hug for maybe as long as a half hour before we decide to actually orient ourselves on the bed the way the bedding intends. I lay against his side with my head on this chest and his hand behind my back.

"I don't remember when I last had a day this good," I say, "Even considering the travel and everything took the first half of the day. I love you so much right now I am overwhelmed by it," I say, tears starting to form.

"I love you, too."

He kisses my forehead and squeezes me tightly. I drift off to sleep filled with such love and joy.

I wake up hearing him clanging in the kitchen. For a moment I forget where I am, then I see the vision of paradise out the window. I hop out of bed and run to give him a big hug.

"I love you so much."

He hands me a cup of coffee.

"And that was before you even gave me coffee."

I look around. He has the kitchen all cleaned from last night's dinner. I see he bought cinnamon rolls yesterday for this morning's breakfast. And, of course, he has lots of mango, along with papaya and what I guess are prickly pears. A very different mixture of fruits than his usual morning fare.

"I love the fruit I can get down here," he says, "Eat up, we have to go in not too long. I was about to wake you up. And while I am enjoying your outfit, you probably want to put something on before we leave."

I get dressed while he cleans up from breakfast. I wear my new sexier red bikini under a pair of shorts and a polo. He did not see me get dressed, but I think he can see enough through the clothes to realize it is not yesterday's dark blue one under there.

We did this same horse back ride on our honeymoon. It's the only time I have ever ridden a horse -- except a pony ride when I was 4 or 5 that I only know about from seeing a picture -- and I am looking forward to doing it again. The horses are really well trained and amazingly tame. I have to say, riding horses with your true love on a beach in paradise is another romance novel trope. But it really is as romantic as the books make it seem.

After we ride for about an hour, they cook us a wonderful meal of fresh fish, fresh fruit and a tropical rum punch. Alan and I both limit ourselves to one drink. They do also have a virgin punch for us to drink.

A second couple is eating with us. I think they are riding after lunch. We don't really talk to each other; I think they are on their honeymoon and, like us, they are more interested in each other in this moment than anyone else.

Alan and I go find the cove for our kayaking. We get there a bit early and the previous group is still out on the water with the guide. We sit on the beach and I take off my shirt and shorts, exposing the bikini I have been wearing. Alan's eyes bug out; it really doesn't leave much to the imagination.