The Cayman Islands are a mecca for scuba divers. Some of the best reef diving in the world is just a one-hour flight from Miami. Most people who have been to the island only see the area around Georgetown and in the West Bay Area or the famous Stingray City where visitors can snorkel with the wild animals in their home environment. There is a lot going on in the developed part of the island and Seven Mile Beach is a gorgeous strand of clean white sand. However, in my opinion, the best part of Grand Cayman is the relatively undeveloped Northside and East End parts of the island. I say undeveloped. The rental villas along the coast are beautifully appointed with most right on the water boasting incredible views of blue shades of water. Most of the nicer homes have private pools. It is a story about a trip to one of these secluded homes that I want to share with you today.
As an avid scuba diver I have had the good fortune to dive in the Cayman Islands many times. It was on one of these trips that I discovered a rental house on the Northside of the island that I thought would be perfect for a getaway vacation for my wife Liz and myself. Some dive vacations are for concentrated diving. This trip was to get some serious relaxation time with an occasional dive.
The house we rented was on Queen's Highway. I found out about the place on an earlier dive trip when I gave a ride to a fellow diver who was staying there. There was a security gate to get into the property and a loop driveway in front of an Island Style home. Single level living with a raised central cupola that promoted breezes to flow through the house when the doors were opened. The waterside of the home overlooked the ocean and there were steps in the ironshore to a private beach that was only 100 feet long and about 30 feet deep. There was no way anyone could walk down from either side since there was no continuous sand or pathway. Lots on both sides were undeveloped and densely covered with the trees and shrubs common to the area. However, the best part of the house was just to the side of the main structure. Here, an infinity edge pool overlooked the beach and water. There was a built in bench and table in the pool where one could sit and stare at the awesomeness of the view.
I took a huge number of pictures to show Liz when I got home thinking that we would have to rent this place soon.
That time came last spring. Our kids had made spring break plans of their own so it would only be the two of us. That is until Liz was describing the house to her friends Maggie and Jo. They were both intrigued with the idea of a tropical vacation and when Liz got home she brought up the idea of sharing the house with both couples.
While I secretly was hoping for serious alone time with my best friend and a chance for some all over tanning, it would be nice to split the cost of the rental three ways. The house had four master suites so that wouldn't be a problem. It looked like it would be a go for all of us.
The months leading to the trip seemed to drag on. Work was hectic for both of us. We did manage to get together with Maggie and her husband Sid and with Jo and Steve on several occasions. Conversations centered on the upcoming vacation and some of the activities that we could look forward to. Meanwhile, I think all of us figured this would be a good motivation to step up the physical fitness a bit. We were all in our early 50's but had managed to stay in decent shape. I'm not kidding myself. No one had 6 pack abs or cellulite free bodies but then again, we could all manage a vigorous bike ride or swim.
The day of our departure was early and dark. Since this was not a specific scuba trip, Liz and I had only brought our snorkel gear. I figured we could always rent if we wanted to go diving. Our friends had talked about golfing but the courses on the island are pretty far away from where we were staying. Club rentals would be the way to go if that was what they wanted to do. As it turns out, everyone was able to get by with carry-on sized bags. That made it a whole lot faster when we finally got to the airport in Grand Cayman. Our rental van was awaiting us and by 1 o'clock we were on our way to our week of bliss.
Our friends were so excited as we made our way out of the relative bustle of Georgetown. We stopped off for a quick lunch at a favorite roadside stand serving typical island food and then a longer stop at the big grocery store to supply the first half of the week. Of course, the liquor store next door was an important part of that shopping spree. By four o'clock we were pulling up to the gate outside of the house.
The driveway enters at an angle so you can't even see the house from the road because of the landscaping. Everyone else in the car gasped as it came into view. The bright island yellow color with blue standing seam metal roof fit the tropical mood, especially with the clear blue sky behind. Squeals of delight came from the women as they went into the great room and the vista of ocean spread out before them. They almost ran from room to room and out onto the pool deck taking it all in. Vacation had definitely started!
We guys unloaded the supplies and then rolled bags to the individual suites. Less than 10 minutes later we were all enjoying a cold brew while standing in the pool and cooling off from the considerable humidity.
As I mentioned earlier, none of us were fashion models. All over the age of 50 with the telltale signs of life. All the women had had children. There were assorted scars and bulges. That said, we were in better shape than the majority of people our age. The girls were all wearing two piece bathing suits. When I swim laps at home I will wear a brief speedo and I had it on today but underneath my board shorts as did the other guys. Liz and I have frequented nude beaches both at home at the Outer Banks of North Carolina close to our town and on previous Caribbean trips and I had hoped we might have that opportunity on this trip but sharing with two other couples meant having to suppress that idea. Maybe if we had some alone time at the house.
The day of travel was wearing on all of us as well as the couple of beers after arriving. We got cleaned up and drove a short distance to a restaurant that serves an Australian/Island fusion menu. Spectacular, particularly while sitting out on the dining deck and enjoyed even more with a couple bottles of wine.
By the time we were back at the house everyone was pretty whipped from an early departure to a late meal and bedroom retirement came quickly. I think Liz was wanting a bit of intimate time but she realized that our exhaustion might not lend itself to mutual enjoyment. I woke sometime during the night for a bathroom break and it sounded like Jo and Steve had found some energy for a late night rally. The other room was as quiet as ours.
We had not closed the curtains in our room before going to bed and consequently the light streaming through the sliding doors woke me shortly after sun up. I think my stirring around is what woke Liz up. First day of vacation and here we were up at the crack of dawn. However, the feel of Liz's hand on by quickly stiffening dick let me know that she had had plenty of rest and was ready for something to get the blood moving.
She quickly slid down holding on to my cock and directing it from one cheek to the other stopping to lick the shaft as it crossed her lips. The softness of her touch and the warmth of her breath and tongue caused it to engorge nearly to its limit. The back and forth motion stopped momentarily when she opened her lips and sucked the swollen head into her soft mouth. Her hand stroked up and down as she continued this stimulation and I could feel the pressure building in my balls. Sensing this her hands sped up its pistoning action. After being together for 30 years she knows what it takes for me to get off and moments later I was spurting goo all over my belly.
I could tell that this early morning activity had gotten her worked up pretty well. She quickly moved over top of me placing her now slick pussy directly over my face awaiting my tongue. I can't remember the last time she was so wet and ready and it didn't take but a couple of minutes of my licking her clit before she was audibly moaning and shaking, finally stretching backward, pulling her love button away from my mouth and trying to suppress a scream.
"That's a great way to wake up in paradise," she panted, after her orgasm began to subside.
"I guess I'm ready for a shower," I said.
"Let's get a quick swim in first."
She ducked into the bathroom while I grabbed my speedo out of my suitcase and found a couple of beach towels in the closet.
I was waiting outside the sliding doors of our room on the pool deck when she came out in her swim cover up.
