"I saw you." she whispered.
My husband had just left to get the camera and I was chit-chatting with our server when she leaned in and whispered, "I saw you."
I froze for a moment. My mind raced trying to figure out what she saw. We'd done a lot so I was trying to figure it out quickly so I could confirm or deny. With all of the naughty stuff my husband and I do it's a wonder we aren't caught more often, so naughty things are where my mind goes to first. I caught my guilt and tamped it down, then looked back at her.
"Saw me what?" I'd learned long ago that just because you feel guilty don't fess up to an accusation before the prosecution has presented the specifics. Duh-Dun! Law & Order!
She whispered again. "I saw you and your husband having sex out on your balcony last night."
"Oh?" And there it was.
Oh shit, that was HER walking by? Of course it was her walking by. Things started to add up with all the attention she had been giving us.
"I was walking back to my room last night when I saw you two. I tried to keep walking, but couldn't help myself. I've seen a lot of stuff happen since I started working here, but that was fucking hot. I stood behind that tree watching. I couldn't keep my eyes off you"
The first thing to pop to mind was...Cute...20's...firm...
I'm so inappropriate sometimes.
"Is that right?" I smiled back at her. I wasn't quite sure where this conversation was going.
As she stood and we chatted, things progressed. The conversation, the gestures, got flirtier. We were feeling each other out, if not up yet, a subtle dance of smiles, caresses, and nudges. Finally, I made my indecent proposal. She would be by our room later. She walked away smiling, I sat grinning, my husband got back too late to capture the sunset or what had just transpired. He was fiddling with the camera and suggested try some night photography.
A quick amusing story, to me anyway, my husband told me later. He was trying to shoot some of the lights around the island using long exposures and hand holding the camera since he didn't have a tripod. Now this island, in the middle of nowhere, was pitch black at night outside of the lit areas. Pitch black in LITERALLY not being able to see your hand in front of your face. maybe it was just my eyes. So he said, SOMETHING, which I thought was him asking me to go get something from the room, so I turned and left. He told me when he turned around and I wasn't there, because he hadn't actually asked me to go get something, and expected me to still be standing there and I wasn't, he started to panic.
He said he thought I slipped and fell or something and hit my head and was lying unconscious in the dark or somebody snatched me (Cuz I'm so snatchable...heh). He couldn't see the beach at our feet at all and looked the best he could, squinting into the darkness and whispering for me as loud as he could without actually shouting, but didn't know what to do. He got to a panic point he wasn't sure if he should go get help or at least find a flashlight. He walked quickly back to the room and found me walking back. He grabbed me and gave me such a big hug. Poor sweet guy had worked himself up so much he almost cried.
Anyway...I made it up to him...
We enjoyed being outside for a while. Seriously, it was just gorgeous walking along the sand on the way back to our room. Another night of star filled skies and moonlit water. Looking back, this was probably the night to rip each others clothes off and just have sex on the beach, but we instead made our way back to our balcony and sat listening to the waves and wind, enjoying the idyllic evening. The night was clear, the wind rustled through the palm trees, the sky so full of stars. You never realize how light pollution obscures the night.
We kissed, we cuddled, we talked, tickled. We stroked and petted and nibbled. I massaged his cock through his nylon shorts until he was hard. I slid to the floor and took his shorts with me, then perched between his legs, holding his cock in one hand and balls in the other, admiring the way the light was making it glow. Mmmmm. I licked and sucked him. His hands in my hair and hips slowly fucking my mouth. Oh my God, I love his cock in my mouth, hard and warm and I LOVE how he tastes. It's a fucking lollycock. I spend hours licking his cock at home while we lay watching TV or a movie.
I worked on him until he wasn't going to get any harder. Stiff, proud, throbbing in an obscene salute...lol. I slid my shorts off and mounted him on the bench. Mmmmm. Slowly, there is absolutely no rush and this is the closest we've gotten to fucking on the beach. I put the tip of jhis cock at my pussy and just let myself fall slowly down him. Looking into his eyes as he stretched me out, a connection that went beyond the cock inside of me. I rode slowly while we talked, chatted, and giggled. Times like these were less about the fucking and more about connecting, but don't get me wrong the fucking was perfect. Plus, I knew something he didn't know and the secret was just making everything more delicious. She would be here soon and I kept one eye on the door while I slid up and down him. I got hornier and more anxious thinking about the surprise.