The Caribbean - Part One

A perfect spring morning, although everyday in the Caribbean was perfect. 72 degrees, sun just coming up over the deserted beach and two miles of vacant sand for her to walk on. Wearing nothing but a flimsy white cover-up, she strolled along the crystal clear water's edge.

As she neared the resort area, which would be inhabited by thousands of cruise ship passengers in about two hours, she felt that familiar ache between her legs. She wasted no time.

She lay on one of the many vacant hammocks at the beach. With her eyes closed, listening to the quiet waves hitting the sandy beach, she traced her finger lightly through the small manicured patch of hair between her legs. She felt her nipples harden as she aroused herself. She opened her eyes to see them poking at the thin white fabric. This aroused her further.

She lifted her knees and allowed her fingers to lightly trace the outside of her growing wetness, the hem of her cover-up slipping to her waist in the process. Within minutes she had parted the lips and began rubbing the now flowing wetness firmer.

As her arousal grew, so did her adventurousness. She looked around cautiously then pulled her cover-up to her neck, exposing her breasts to the warm Caribbean sun. She was loving this. The freedom of being so alone and free, and most definitely being on the beach.

She was grabbing herself now, her two middle fingers pushing their way inside, and her left hand was squeezing her left breast. She was not far from erupting when she heard the noise.

She looked over her shoulder to the left and saw him standing by the little tiki hut. Tall and slender, dark salt and pepper hair. His swim suit was puddled around his ankles and he was holding his hard cock in his right hand.

Her first though was to cover up and run, but in an instant, given her advanced state of arousal, she just smiled a wicked smile at him and kept on masturbating.

He thought he was in trouble but the moment he saw her smile he knew he was in for a fabulously exciting experience. He walked slowly over to her, carrying his discarded swim suit, his hard cock standing in front of him. He arrived at the hammock and stood beside her, watching.

She was panting, more aroused than ever before. She was fingering herself with two fingers as he watched. She was also watching him as he slid his fist up and down the very erect and slippery shaft.

He reached forward with his hand, looking to her for permission. She nodded her head hastily and his fingers began caressing her breast and playing with her hard nipple.

She felt as I she was going to explode. So much so that she had to take her hand away, else she would. She smiled as she licked her wetness off her fingers.

He lowered his head and within seconds he was rolling his tongue over her hard nipple and sucking gently. His two hands moved to her waist, pulling her slightly towards him.

Her hand replaced his on his cock and she ran her nails under his balls and slid her fist up to the swollen head. After a few minutes, with out saying a word, she stood up and bent over, leaning two hand against the old wooden post holding up the hammock. She bent further, clearly inviting him to enter her from behind.

He stepped forward, running his hand through her hair and scraping his nails down her spine. He held her hips and brought his cock to rest on her ass, sliding its wetness between the cheeks.

She reached down between her legs and guided him quickly to her opening. He inched his length inside her and her moans began. He rocked his hips, long steady strokes penetrating her deep. Her moans grew louder and more frequent.

They heard then, some noise and voices at the pier at the far end of the beach.

"Don't stop," was all she said.

He wasn't about to. His hands and arms wrapped around her now, enveloping her naked body. The sensation of his warm body pressed against her was too much to take. Every nerve of her body was on fire. She was going to cum.

A wave of orgasm exploded deep inside her. He too erupted at that moment and she could feel him grow harder the moment before he came. His throbbing cock deep within her caused more spasms. She had to hold onto the post so as not to fall when she felt her knees buckling beneath her.

Moments later, still holding onto the post, still being gently fucked from behind, her orgasm subsided, as did his. When naturally 'fell' out of her, they scooped up their clothes and disappeared back into their previous worlds...