One tropical night
The scent of frangipani wafted through the open windows of the bungalow, heavy on the humid night air. In the distance, the sound of the waves crashing on the reef was like the heartbeat of the island, regular, reliable, eternal; and the crickets filled the quiet interludes with noise. It was dark, black as it can only be where there are no city lights, and the moon and stars hung low, casting a silver sheen over the monochrome nightscape.
Outwardly the bungalow was typical of the tropics – built on stilts and with a thatched palm roof, it extended out from the grass, across the narrow strip of sand and ended with a wide deck that was built over the water of the lagoon. Inside it was a luxury apartment dressed in whites and creams, king size bed, kitchen, white sofas on a polished timber floor. The open window cast a triangle of light onto the deck.
Catherine lay on the L-shaped day bed on the deck. It had been an extremely long day of connecting flights and a boat trip, but they had arrived and were settling into their first night. She had just been for a swim in the lagoon, relishing the chance to stretch her arms and legs out after the hours of confinement in aircraft seats and airport lounges, so her shoulder-length hair was wet and she was still in her one-piece bathers. The swim had rejuvenated her though, and she was feeling relaxed, energetic and happy. Catherine didn't follow a specific exercise regime but she liked to keep herself trim by walking and swimming. She was fifty, but she had the figure of someone twenty years younger.
Mark joined her on the deck and passed her an ice cold beer. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just some casual, baggy trousers. He'd been for a swim as well, but not for as long as Catherine who had spent half an hour stretching out into the night. He was also in his early fifties, of average height but not carrying the extra kilos of many his age.
"Isn't this just perfect?" he said quietly as he sat down in the corner of the day bed.
Catherine moved a little so that she could lean up against his chest with his arm around her. She ran her fingers lightly up and down the bare skin of his arm, holding it close to her body.
"It's amazing," she replied "I almost can't believe places like this exist."
They sat there quietly, sipping on their drinks and listening to the sounds of the night, lightly caressing each other's skin, soaking up the feeling of being together. They had found each other later in life, both having left long-term relationships, and this was their first real time away together. They shared a wonderful emotional connection with many shared interests and friends, and the chemistry between them was intense and passionate.
Catherine turned on her side and moved so that she was leaning across Mark. He took her in his arms and they kissed, long and gently. She lay her head on his shoulder and snuggled up against him. He ran his hand across the bare skin of her back, his fingertips across the smooth fabric of her bathers and down the outside of her leg.
"Hmmm, I could stay here forever." he whispered as he kissed her again and her tongue entered his mouth.
Catherine was amazed that kissing Mark turned her on so much. As they teased and sucked each other's tongue she felt the butterfly feeling down low and her desire started to build.
"Oh you turn me on – please, touch me?" she said into his mouth.
Catherine had a way of turning Mark on too. She only had to say what she wanted and he would become aroused. He responded almost immediately, his penis starting to firm.
Mark moved his hand to Catherine's breast, so firm and yet soft in her bathers. He ran his thumb around her nipple until it became hard under the material and could be clearly seen in the light from the window. He pulled the strap of her bathers down her shoulder, exposing her warm breast to the night air. Mark leant down and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently and twirling his tongue around it. Catherine shut her eyes and held his head close to her.
Mark ran his hand down her lovely slim body, over her waist and hip, along the warm skin of her stretched-out leg and round to the soft, gentle curve of her beautiful bum. He caressed and squeezed it before moving around to her firm, flat stomach and down to the point between her legs. Catherine moved slightly to give him access and the tips of his fingers stroked lightly across her pubic mound, down, down to the warm sensitive place between her legs. Catherine sighed as Mark's fingers brushed over her clitoris and down across her labia. She could feel herself getting wet.
"Mmmm, I want more..." she murmured.
Mark moved his fingers to the side of Catherine's bathers, found the edge of the material and pulled it aside carefully so as not to pull her hair. Catherine opened her legs wider to give him access and sighed as the warm night air met her moist vulva.
Mark's finger was persistent. It drew a line from the back of her vulva to her clitoris, opening her lips and spreading her wetness. He dipped his finger in deeply two or three times, feeling her arousal, and then found the firm bud of her clitoris between her folds. He tickled the magic spot, making sure that it was wet with her moisture.
"Oh, that's it, just a little higher..."
Mark moved his fingertip slightly to the skin just above her clitoris and started to rub her gently, in the way that he knew she liked.
"Mmmm, I could take that for hours."she said.
Luckily on this occasion they had as long as they needed, so there was no rush. They stayed still like that for some time, embracing each other, Catherine's legs spread wide in the night while Mark's finger teased, and twirled and ticked her clitoris and vagina.
