I slowly become conscious. My head resting on your shoulder and your arm wrapped around me. The seagulls are calling from the beach outside the hotel room. I can hear the waves breaking gently and feel the soft ocean breeze coming in through the balcony doors. I open my eyes to the misty gray light of pre-dawn. I smile to myself as I remember how we spent yesterday.
We cruised around this beautiful island on a scooter. Not quite the big motorcycle you drive at home, but fun for the location. Still, an opportunity to wrap my arms and legs around your body, pressing my full breasts against your back. And since it is warm here in the Caribbean, much less clothing between our bodies. We cruised from beach to beach to snorkel the shallow reefs offshore. We took turns deciding where to stop yesterday and where to snorkel on each reef. This morning I look down at our bodies in the pre-dawn and see our skin glowing whitely where our swimsuits were.
At the last beach we visited yesterday lust got the better of us and we kissed hotly in about 4 feet of water as we were swimming back to the beach. Your mouth tasted of saltwater. I could feel you growing hard through your trunks and my nipples poked through the thin material of my swimsuit. I reached down to feel your growing cock as our tongues continued to intertwine.
We broke our kiss and grinned foolishly at each other. "Feeling brave?" you whispered.
"To do what?" I replied.
"I want to make love to you on the beach" you say.
My body quivers at the thought. You know I secretly harbor a voyeuristic/exhibitionist streak and so do you. Both of us afraid to let ourselves indulge in that fantasy at home. Could I be brave here where no one knows us? "No, I don't think I have enough courage for the beach." I tell you, "But I could be persuaded to screw you senseless here in the water....". This is daring for me. We are in shallow water and there is no telling who might see us.
"Do you want to go to deeper water?" you ask.