April was awakened by the sensation of waves lapping at her toes. She struggled to open her eyes. She was laying under a lone palm tree. She was looking up at a half Moon that was almost directly overhead. Although some stars remained visible, it was obvious that it was nearly dawn. She had passed out at some time during last night's... encounter.
April struggled to remember what had happened to her. Her mind was compromised by the lingering effects of alcohol and marijuana. She only gradually became aware of the sensations in her groin. She was feeling a bewildering combination of pain and lingering pleasure. She reached down to gently feel her vulva. She lifted her hand to examine the fluid that coated her fingers. Even in the light of a half-moon, she could see that the fluid was white rather than red. Her pubic hair was saturated with dried and drying semen! She gently explored herself. Far more semen was slowly seeping from between her distended labia. She didn't need to be a rocket scientist to deduce what had happened to her.
April felt another wave lapping at her heels. She finally recognized the sounds of the ocean and the once again familiar, tactile sensations of Caribbean sand under her back and butt. She really didn't need her PhDs in Astrophysics and Astronomy to understand that the tide was coming in.
Memories of last night began to coalesce. Alfred had taken her out to dinner at that charming little restaurant that they had remembered from their honeymoon two decades earlier. It was little more than a vintage Airstream travel trailer that had been converted into a mobile kitchen with tables and awnings set up around it for outdoor dining, but it was actually on the sandy beach. Since all of the beaches on the island were topless, the restaurateur encouraged women to remain topless at his establishment.
April had remained topless during their leisurely dinner as she and Alfred admired the sunset. Unsurprising to them, their conversation had wandered into the more arcane areas of solar physics. The abruptly declining luminosity of the sun in the Ultraviolet and X-ray portions of the electromagnetic spectrum heralded an impending ice age. Unfortunately; the politicians were to obsessed with global warming propaganda to listen to the warnings from the solar physics community.
After it became dark, April and Alfred had danced together to music from a vintage jukebox. The lingering remnants of tan lines on her bare, pendulous breasts had accentuated her large, dark nipples and aureoles that had gyrated so wildly in response to her movements. She had danced lasciviously to entice not just her husband but everyone else.
Of course the sight of April dancing had provoked the attentions of that group of young men. All were in their twenties rather than in their teens. All had been blessed with jet black complexions that suggested that their ancestry was pure African, unadulterated by European genetics. They had obviously been locals rather than American or European tourists. April had not been to conceited to understand that a woman her age wouldn't have provoked the lusts of these much younger men if she hadn't been White.
Alfred had looked on nervously as April allowed the younger men to dance closer until they were pressing their bodies against hers, lasciviously rubbing their prominent bulges against her. They had rubbed their nearly naked genitalia against her naked thighs as well as her nearly naked buttocks and vulva. She had felt the fabric of her bikini becoming moist. Her dancing with the local men had evoked memories of the pillow talks with her husband. They had agreed that such scandalous scenarios that were so arousing to both of them should remain merely fantasies, not realities.
April had not protested when the hands of the young men began to explore first her hips, then her butt, then her bare breasts and finally her vulva. She had reveled in the debauchery. She had been the dancing queen, although no longer young and sweet and seventeen. She had danced with a succession of the local, younger men, either in pairs or trios. She had been intending to be a tease, leave them burning, and then be gone.
At some point, the hands that had been caressing her butt and vulva had grasped the ends of the strings on the bows that secured April's bikini bottoms. She had finally began to protest as the strings were pulled, loosening the knots. Alfred had belatedly intervened. Her bikini was suddenly gone, leaving her naked. Her husband had collected her beach bag with her things then took her arm to gently usher her away from the restaurant and the frustrated young men who had become so obviously aroused.
The twilight became brighter. April panicked momentarily as she looked around her. She relaxed when she noticed Alfred laying on the beach a few yards away. The steady rise and fall of his chest reassured her that her fear that their situation would escalate to violence had been unwarranted. Almost as reassuring, her husband hadn't abandoned her. She wasn't certain that she could have condemned him if he had.
Another wave surged in to lap at April's calves. She could now recollect Alfred leading her away from the restaurant towards that narrow sand spit that was fully revealed only at low tides to access this tiny, isolated island. Her nudity, concealed only by the shroud of partial darkness, had only accentuated their romantic walk on that narrow beach with surf at either side. Although they were barely above sea level, the moon had been half way around the Earth then. Because of its proximity, the tidal forces exerted by the moon were stronger than the tidal forces exerted by the far more massive Sun. Just like the parting of the Red Sea, the low tide had parted the waters of the Caribbean, revealing the sand spit that led to their private paradise.
There was minimal artificial light pollution on the island let alone smog to obscure the night sky. April was a professional astronomer. She was famous for her research on stellar stability as well as star formation. She routinely utilized the Very Large Array radio telescope at Magdalena, as well as the instrument at Arecibo before it was destroyed, to study nebulae, Pulsars and Quasars. Even she could be emotionally overwhelmed by that view of the heavens.
Undeterred by any sense of propriety and practicalities, they had exploited the darkness to make love on the beach just as they had made love alfresco that night decades ago when they were newlyweds. April had once again been unprepared. Although she was in the more fertile phase of her cycle, it really had been no oversight that she had neglected to pack her diaphragm for their second honeymoon.
As was often the case for married and committed couples, the knowledge that April was unprotected had been no deterrent. The risk had accentuated their arousal. However; it was no longer a question of when rather than if she wanted to get pregnant. After her miscarriage, they had agreed that their family was complete. Alfred had even scheduled an appointment with his urologist to get a vasectomy the week after they returned home. This second honeymoon was not just his final reprieve from his impending sterility but hers as well.
As the moment of truth arrived, Alfred had obviously been vacillating. April was on the wrong side of forty. The probability of pregnancy was actually minimal. The risk was actually not much greater than for a much younger couple who were diligently using condoms. This second honeymoon was their final opportunity to procreate. April was actually disappointed when she felt Alfred's penis withdrawing rather than remaining inside her as he had that magical night two decades earlier. He was barely in time. However; he recklessly spilled his seed in her pubic hair and gaping labia rather than safely on the barren sand.
As the sunrise became more imminent, fewer stars remained visible. Soon only Venus and the moon were revealed to April. Another wave rolled in, this time past April's widely parted knees. The sensation of the ocean lapping at her thighs inspired April to rise up on her elbows so that she could survey her nude body. The unreasonably large breasts that had so often inspired other women as well as men to question her intelligence, education and competence, lulled to her sides against her ribs. In spite of the demands of their academic careers, they had not only procreated, they had procreated above replacement level. Unlike most of their colleagues, they were not Darwinian failures. The bruises and hickies on April's breasts were a horrifying reminder of how last night's encounter had escalated.
April struggled to rise up further on straightened arms so that she was resting on her hands that were splayed out behind her. She could finally see her vulva. The sight of the copious quantities of semen that matted her normally jet black pubic hair was alarming.
The young men had been reasonably polite when they first accosted the maturing couple as they were cuddling, savoring the afterglow of their love making. However; the young men had made their intentions very clear. Two of the largest of the young men had stood close at either side of Alfred. They were both taller, heavier, more muscular and obviously far stronger than her husband. Alfred would not have had any hope of prevailing against only one of them much less two. The tacit threat had been undeniable. Fortunately; the offer of the marijuana joint, truly a cigar, that had been offered, reluctantly accepted, then repeatedly passed around had deescalated the encounter.
