True story of my 1st experience with a girl..on my honeymoon
A lovely warm breeze passed through the thatched roof of the palapa above me, the smell of sunscreen and salty sea air just another reminder that we had arrived in Antigua.
"Hey hon, can you pass me some lotion?" my husband Jeff called from the sun lounge next to me. I waited for him to lower his copy of Time magazine before I tossed him the bottle and then settled back into my own chair. I sighed in relaxation as I let my fingers drag through the warm sand around the lounge, this trip had been a long time coming. We'd been engaged for 18 months before we got married and, because of Jeff's work schedule, waited another two months after the wedding before we took our honeymoon. I hoped that now that we were away from the stress of the wedding and from his work that he would reach out to me a little more than he had been lately. The truth was that our sex life had never been terribly exciting, but he was very affectionate in less sensual ways and he was my best friend.
I drifted off to sleep under the warm sun, dreaming of my new husband ravishing me like I always imagined on my honeymoon.
"Jules... Jules, it's time to go for dinner." Jeff had gotten up from the lounge and packed up all his things and was now waiting for me impatiently to do the same. "C'mon babe, let's get a move on." I sighed, so much for relaxation.
We went up to the room and got ready for dinner, changing out of our beach clothes and into something more appropriate for the French restaurant we'd made reservations at when we checked in that afternoon. After stripping off my black bikini, I shook out my hair and gave Jeff my best seductive look,
"Care to join me in the shower, hubby?" He barely looked at me and just shook his head, telling me to hurry up and get ready so we could get there early and have a drink before our meal. Frustrated, I locked myself in the bathroom and turned the rain shower on in the large marble stall. While I waited for the shower to heat up, I looked myself over in the mirror. I'd been visiting the tanning salon for a few weeks before the trip to get some colour on my normally pale skin. Now I had a nice glow that I thought looked much more exotic. I ran my hands across my flat stomach, a bit softer since I'd given up on my extreme pre-wedding workouts and then up across my full breasts. Jeff always said the first thing that had attracted him had been my breasts, full DDD cups that had always seemed too big until I realised what a hit they were with all my boyfriends. Without realizing it, I began to play with my breasts as I thought back on how the men of my past had relished their size and bounce. I felt my nipples harden under my palms and gave each one a satisfying pinch before one of my hands trailed back down my belly. This time, I wandered a little further until my fingers fell upon the soft trail of curly hair on my mound. I always waxed my legs and bikini area, leaving a short landing strip in the front. My fingers slid down a little further and found the smooth skin of my pussy lips. One finger pressed inwards, parting them to find the little bud of pleasure nestled underneath. Just as my fingertip found the spot that sent a tingle up through my abdomen, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
"Shit!" I exclaimed in surprise, just as Jeff called out for me to unlock the door so he could get his cologne. I sighed and moved to the door, flipping the lock open and then walking into the steamy shower. The water was the perfect temperature and sent a shiver along my sensitized skin. I tried to ignore the pulsing heat between my legs as Jeff came in and rummaged around the bathroom counter. I washed my hair quickly and then soaped up my body, being careful to avoid my hard nipples as I washed my breasts and stomach. I turned to grab a bottle of conditioner from the shelf on the other side of the shower, when I saw the handheld shower head looped through a metal ring. Beside the ring were another set of taps that I realized turned on the separate shower head. I reached out to pick it up, when Jeff interrupted me again,
"Jules? If you're going to be a while, why don't I meet you down there? I could grab a drinβ"
"Yes, perfect, sounds good," I answered eagerly, grabbing the handheld shower head and twisting the knobs until warm water shot out onto my leg. I heard Jeff chuckle as he looked himself over in the mirror,
"Not eager to get rid of me, are you? You haven't got another husband waiting to see you or something, I hope." I laughed, though it came out a bit forced,
"No, just enjoying a nice... hot... shower," I said as I directed the warm stream of water towards my chest and let the spray hit my nipples.
"Alright, well, take your time." Jeff walked out the door and I decided I certainly would take my time, one hand diving straight down between my legs and sliding along the slick inside of my pussy lips. I was so wet, not from the shower but with the slippery warmth from my arousal. I was so sensitive that my legs quivered a little as I slid my fingers further, right into my wet tunnel where they collected more of my own wetness and then back up to my now throbbing clit. I circled it rapidly with my two fingers while my other hand alternated the spray from the shower onto each nipple. Very quickly, I knew I wanted to cum and let my back slide down the wall until I was sitting on the shower floor. I spread my legs apart and held the shower head right between my legs, aiming the spray at my pleasure nub while my other hand ventured lower again, this time burying them inside my pussy and jerking my hips to fuck my own hand. I came fast and hard after the spray found my perfect spot and I let out a sharp moan, the shower head falling out of my hand as my orgasm shook my body. It was over quickly, my hand still buried in between my legs as I half lay on the shower floor.
"There you are!" my husband called as I walked into the restaurant's dining area, my cheeks flushed with a bit more than make up.
"Hi sweetheart," I said as I slid into the seat opposite him. There was another couple at our table that I'd never seen before and they both smiled as I joined them.
"Jules, this is Leanne and her husband Jesse... they're on their honeymoon too, from Oklaholma."
"Hi Jules, it's real nice to meet you," Leanne said as she took my hand in hers and gave it a squeeze, "Your sweetheart husband was kind enough to let us join ya'll for dinner 'cause the restaurant overbooked and we were starving."
"Of course, it's nice to meet another couple," I said, reaching out to shake Jesse's hand as well. We got to chatting and found that despite living on opposite sides of the country, we had a lot in common with Leanne and Jesse and polished off a few bottles of wine before desert came.
"We were just gonna head down to the little pool down by the bar," Leanne told us as we got up from the table, "You're not supposed to swim at night but one the bartenders told us that people go in there after hours all the time and nobody ever checks that one. You guys should join us."
Jeff and I decided an evening swim would be fun, so we split up to go to our rooms and get swimsuits before heading back down to meet them again.