Author's Note:
This is my first attempt at an erotic story and a little experimental. It's a short story for women, but maybe men would like it too. Basically, it is narrated by a man from his perspective, recounting an encounter with his lover to his lover.
It is a little rough but I wanted to know if I was on the right track before trying something more polished.
I would love to hear some feedback from a female perspective--good or bad--that I can consider for my next story. Things like: too much this, too little of that, turned me on, didn't do anything for me, that kind of stuff.
Hope you enjoy the story!!
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Trapped in Paradise -- A Fantasy about You
by Dirk Carlyle
I was finally at the tail end of a very rocky and unhappy marriage and was ready to start my new life. I had pulled together all of my rainy day money and booked a week at an all-inclusive singles resort on a beautiful beach in the Caribbean.
A week in Paradise, I thought, was exactly what I needed. Palm trees, hot weather, warm water and cold cerveza. And maybe even a chance to meet someone nice. Someone to talk to without things devolving into an argument. And maybe, just maybe, someone who was craving an intimate connection as much as I was.
My desire for intimacy is often dampened by my intellect. But I was determined to leave this intellect behind, if only for a week. To give license to the desire that so often fills my body. To move out of my comfort zone and embrace the unknown, whatever that may be.
But things did not go the way I planned. By now Covid was in full force. I arrived on the last plane flying into the island, which was also the last plane leaving the island. As I exited the plane, I felt the hot, humid island air enveloping my body as I watched the last queues of tourists lining up at the gate to return home.
When I arrived at the resort it looked positively deserted. Just a skeleton staff, an empty pool, empty beach, empty bar, empty dining room. My heart sunk. There were no guests to talk to, my Spanish was very limited, and at the moment there was no way to return home.
But at least I was in Paradise and the limited staff did what they could to make me comfortable in the situation. The cook made me his specialty; barbequed lobster. The Caribbean spices were delicious. And I spent the evening sipping Scotch on the beach, looking at the stars over the ocean and feeling sorry for myself.
The next morning I woke up with a tremendous hangover. I stumbled down to the dining room and forced some food into my queasy stomach. I was starting to feel a little better so I put on a swim-suit, a colourful, short-sleeved dress shirt and sandals and headed to the beach with a tall frosty Pina Colada.
As expected, the beach was empty, but I was ok with that at the moment. I found a lounge chair under a shady umbrella and sipped my drink. Each sip relaxed me and eased my headache. I squinted at the bright sunshine, watching the birds, looking at the distant boats, feeling the warm breeze washing over my body. I was starting to feel so relaxed that I closed my eyes and drifted into sleep, lulled by the fresh sea air and the sound of waves gently lapping against the shore.
I don't know what I was dreaming about, but when I woke up, my right hand was inside of my swimsuit and my cock was as hard as a rock. Remembering where I was, I quickly pulled my hand out of my trunks. Well at least the place is deserted, I thought. Glad nobody saw me.
Then I heard your voice and nearly jumped out of my skin. "Nice package" was the first thing you said to me.
It was the first English voice I had heard since I had arrived the night before. I looked over to my right and there you were lying on the lounge chair beside mine. You were wearing a big flowery hat, large sunglasses, a cute little bikini covered in a shear wrap, and a naughty smile on your face.
I couldn't believe how beautiful you looked to me. Your lips, your hair, your sexy smile, your breasts...
My face immediately flushed with embarrassment. How long had you been there, I thought. Do you see me touching myself? My cock was pretty hard to ignore. It was still straining against my swimsuit and threatening to poke its head out from under the waistband. And looking at you wasn't helping the situation.
"Hi", I managed to mumble. "My name is Dirk".
I allowed my eyes to scan further down your gorgeous body and saw that you had a couple of fingers inside your bikini bottoms, absentmindedly stroking your pussy lips as you looked at me.
Oh my god, I thought. Not only had you seen me touching myself in my sleep, you decided to pull up a lounge chair and join me. The hot flush of embarrassment on my face turned into a lust for you that began to warm my entire body.
"Hi yourself", you said with a wry smile. "You look happy to see me". "Would you like to go for a swim?"
"I..I'd love that", I stammered as you stood up, removed your shawl and reached out to me with your left hand.
I got up, took your warm, soft hand in mine and we walked together to the water. It felt so warm and inviting as we waded out, the sand squishing between our toes. We stopped when it covered our bodies and we started bobbing up and down with the gentle waves.
We turned towards each other, close enough that you could almost shade me with your hat and I could see my own lust reflected off of your sunglasses.
You put your right palm on my chest and said, "Now, about that package...", as you traced your hand down my chest, snuck your slender fingers under my waistband and softly cupped my balls.
My cock had softened somewhat in the water, but feeling your warm hand gently holding my balls made it swiftly spring to life. I couldn't resist touching you, either.
I put my left arm around your back and pulled you even closer to me while I kissed your lips. You responded by sucking my tongue into your mouth, which raised my passion even higher. I reached up and cupped your left breast in my right hand, marveling at how firm and soft it felt, feeling your nipple harden.
I took my hand off of your breast and pulled my swimsuit down, releasing my now hard cock, feeling the freedom of the water flowing around my naked skin. You released my balls and gripped my shaft. Gently squeezing it a while slowly moving up and down.
I renewed my focus on you. Tilting my head, I began kissing and sucking on your neck, below your left ear, still holding you close with my left arm while my right began exploring down your body, looking for your bikini bottoms.
But they weren't there. You had already pulled them down to your ankles. You grabbed my wrist and guided my hand to your pussy.
I began stroking your pussy lips while you continued to grip my shaft. I gently pinched each of your outer lips between my fingers and stroked them from top to bottom. You let out a little moan and tilted your head back while I continued to kiss your neck.
I pinched your pussy lips together with 2 fingers while my middle finger ran up and down between them. Even in the water I could feel that you were getting wet by how slippery you felt.
My hand moved up your pussy and found your little clit. I pinched it gently between my thumb and index finger and began to slowly stroke it, feeling it swell and grow, drawing slow circles around it, gently brushing the tip. You moaned again and gripped my cock even tighter while we started French kissing passionately.
"I want to feel you inside me", you moaned with desire.
"We have to be careful", I protested. "We can't do any heavy thrusting under the water."
