The tropical sun bore down over Crane Beach as Jon and Marissa slowly wandered back to their hotel. They had just spent the late morning hours strolling along the pristine southeastern Barbados shoreline, holding hands and laughing with the occasional shoulder-bumping tease. Marissa shared stories of being on this beach throughout her lifetime on the island. But mostly, they laid next to each other under the blue hotel umbrellas, the fingers of Jon's right hand interlocked with the fingers of Marissa's left hand, as bodysurfers played in the waves and children made sand castles. To the casual observer, they were just an ordinary couple, relaxing on chaise lounges and reading.
Jon held a printed copy of a collection of poems Marissa had written seven years prior. As he read aloud each poem, her face would shift from exuberant to pensive, her eyes would widen, and her heavenly smile would emerge. Jon would pause occasionally, and ask about the emotions she felt when she wrote each one, and how she felt about them now. There were tearful moments, when she uncovered pains that have now since healed. There were excited responses, when topics arose that fired her passion. Jon was attentive and focused, eager to understand more of the depth of his Caribbean goddess. With every line, her intellectual prowess became more and more apparent, and her wisdom and capacity to love and forgive became more obvious. They were connected physically, emotionally and intellectually . . . two lovers in their own private moment in paradise.
Along the path back to their ocean view Crane Resort condo, Jon was completely enamored of Marissa. His eyes never left her, even if it was just to glance at the smooth black skin of her neck, the intricate braids in her hair, or the way the small of her back met her deliciously round ass. The combination of the sea air and her vanilla-scented body butter would forever be stamped into his brain as the most romantic scent imaginable. He was feeling the initial pangs of hunger, but his loins were afire for her body. His stomach would take a back seat to his tongue and his cock.
As they entered the door of their condo, and into their private playground, words weren't necessary to articulate what was on their minds. They both headed straight for the shower, and their beach clothes were strewn along that route. They giggled when it was obvious that they were both thinking the same thing. Moments later the clean feel of warm water and soapy lather blanketed them. Were it not for their urgency to jump up onto the luxuriously high king size bed, they'd have basked in the feel of each other's naked bodies under the water much longer. But they knew that bigger things were in store.
Drying off only enough to qualify as such, they raced to the bed. Soon Marissa stopped in her tracks. Sitting in the middle of their bed was a very large bowl filled with ice. Sitting inside that bowl was another bowl, filled with an enormous amount of perfectly formed watermelon balls, each scooped to form a perfect ball.
"Oh Jon, you know I love the taste of watermelon, how sweet of you!," smiled Marissa.
"Well, my love, I'm not sure you'll be doing much of the eating today."
With a light spank to her ass, Jon helped Marissa onto the bed, and situated her face down in the center, with the bowl of icy watermelon next to her ass on one side of her. Jon lay next to her on the other side, and began to slowly trace his fingertip from her neck to her lower back, staring at her sumptuous, exquisite ass. His cock hardened as his eyes enjoyed the way her lower back met her butt, and the abrupt bump that her well-defined ass formed. To him, she was a classic sculpture of the female body, now his to privately ogle and devour.
