Jamaican Rendezvous

Returning to the coast from our journey to the high country, Miguel drove us Westward to a public beach to the east of Ocho Rios. A weathered old bandstand stood in the middle of a grassy park where a group of locals was playing reggae. Young people danced, the older folk sat on blankets and children ran squealing across the green. Miguel parked near the water and led me to a ramshackle recreational vehicle that had been turned into a mobile restaurant serving local favorites like jerked chicken and pork. Sitting on a picnic table in the shade of a large umbrella, we feasted on the local delicacies, drank Red Stripe beer and watched the locals dance. We eventually joined them, dancing together on the beach as the band played classic Bob Marley covers.

After the band had finished their set, Miguel suggested we change into our swimwear. He pulled a canvas bag filled with snorkeling gear from the Jeep and led me by the hand to a nearby jetty were several old boats were tied up. He negotiated with one of the fishermen who agreed to take us to a nearby reef that was off the tourist trail. We spent nearly an hour and a half swimming together through a wonderland of beautiful coral and breathtaking sea creatures, including an amazingly delicate cucumber-shaped jellyfish that seemed to be made of blown glass.

Returning to shore, we frolicked on the beach and cuddled in the shade of a palm tree before returning to the green square where the music was playing again. As we slow danced, Miguel asked me if I would join him for a very special dinner tonight. I of course agreed, and he said he would send a car for me at 5:30 and meet me at our destination as he had some business to deal with in the late afternoon.

Miguel dropped me off at my resort at about 3:30, and I was more than ready for a little cat-nap after our excursion. After a brief snooze, I showered and dressed for the evening in an elegant black dress that came down to mid thigh, and matching pumps. Feeling naughty, I decided to forgo underwear - I had a feeling tonight was the night; the game was nearing its completion. After putting on a touch of makeup, I collected my purse and headed down to the lobby.

A young man in a chauffeur's uniform approached me and asked for me by name. I smiled and followed him out the lobby doors where a white limousine waited. After helping me into the back, the chauffeur took his place and began driving east along the coast. After a short journey of perhaps fifteen minutes we turned onto a dirt road headed toward the sea. I was wondering what sort of exotic restaurant Miguel had found this time when the driver pulled up and stopped next to a gap in a thick hedge that was closed by a chain-link gate. The driver got out and opened my door, then unlocked the gate with a large key.

"Mr. Vallado, he say for me to give you dis." The driver said as he passed me a note.

Somewhat confused, I thanked the driver and read the note which said; "Welcome to the private beach of my friend Oscar. I am running a tiny bit late, so feel free to dip your lovely toes in the sea near the gate, and I will join you very shortly. M. V."

More than a little puzzled by this strange rendezvous location - I couldn't see anything that looked like a restaurant nearby - I nevertheless went through the gate, took off my high heels and walked onto a sand dune to admire the view of the sea. The sky was partly cloudy, and just starting to turn orange as the sun crept toward the horizon. It had the makings of a beautiful tropical sunset. I walked down across the warm sand and into the surf, cooling my toes in the Caribbean.

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I stood there on the beach smiling happily to myself as my mind recalled the whirlwind romance of the past two days. A tropical breeze lifted strands of my strawberry blond hair from my shoulders, where they fluttered like streamers. Tonight would be the night, I was sure of it. I glanced yet again at the gate to the private beach, but Miguel was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I heard him call my name from the top of a silvery sand dune further up the beach. I smiled, all my worries instantly forgotten as we walked towards each other on the beach. He took me in a strong but gentle embrace and lifted me up off my feet, spinning us about once before leaning down into a gentle kiss.

"My lovely lady, I have a special surprise for you." Miguel said with a grin.

Taking my hand he led me over the top of sand dune and down the other side to another stretch of pristine sand. We walked hand-in-hand, admiring the blossoming sunset and the magnificent beach that we had all to ourselves. As we climbed another larger sand dune and descended the other side, I saw his wonderful surprise; there on the beach, under a cluster of palm trees sat a table with white linen settings, a cart with several silver serving dishes, and candles that twinkled lazily in the sea breeze. Several large beach towels covered a patch of sand in front of the table like a dance floor flanked by tiki torches.

I looked up at Miguel, eyes wide with wonder. He smiled and kissed my hand, then led me down the slope to the magical display. The table was set for two, there was an open bottle of white wine, and a delicious smell coming from the serving dishes. I turned to him with misty eyes and tried to keep my lip from quivering.

"Oh Miguel, what a romantic you are!" I said as I slid my arms around his neck. "It's perfect!"

We exchange a tender and lingering kiss as the sunset bathed us in its golden glow. Miguel reached under the table to where he had hidden a small stereo, and soon we were dancing to sambas on the soft beach towels. After a few songs I felt breathless - and not from the exertion. He led me back to the table and poured a glass of wine for each of us. He then removed the silver top from the first serving dish and the feast began with a delicious appetizer of grilled calamari in a spicy red sauce.

"Miguel, how did you..." I gestured around me as words failed.

He merely smiled enigmatically and put a finger to his lips, saying; "A good magician never reveals his tricks."

Beneath the second serving dish the next course of grilled tenderloin of beef with bourbon cracked pepper demi-glace lay ready to tempt our pallets, followed by the third course of garlic butter lobster with spicy scotch bonnet beurre blanc, caramelized onions, glazed carrots, and nut brown butter mashed potatoes. Finally the dessert was uncovered; warm mini molten chocolate cake with chantilly cream.

As I took a spoonful of the rich, delicious dessert into my mouth, I sat back in my chair savoring the decadent creamy flavor, my eyes closing with contentment.

"How are you enjoying the dessert my lovely lady?" Miguel said, as he raised a glass of wine to his lips.

"Let me put it to you this way Miguel..." I said, timing my delivery carefully as I watched him start to swallow his mouthful of wine. "I think I just had my first orgasm of the evening."

My timing was perfect; Miguel snorted and winced as wine dribbled out his nose. I giggled maniacally as he started to chortle, dabbing at his face with a stained napkin.

"Oh how I love American women!" Miguel said, as he gazed at me adoringly.

As Miguel cleaned up after the delicious dessert, placing the desert tray on the cart next to the other serving dishes, I noticed one last serving dish. It was tiny - just a few inches long - and I was instantly curious.

"What's this?" I asked, as I reached for it.

"That's for later, my lovely lady." Miguel said with a smile as he gently pushed my hand away. "That is your special dessert."

Miguel stood and held out his hand. I placed my hand in his, and he pulled me close. We swayed to the samba rhythms lost in each other's eyes as the sea flowed and hissed against the sand and the setting sun displayed its golden plumage. As we danced to a slow song, we held each other close. I closed my eyes and nestled my face against Miguel's muscular chest, lost in utter contentment.

"This is just perfect Miguel, just perfect." I whispered softly.

"It is perfect my lovely Kelly." He whispered back to me.

With that he leaned me back and kissed me with such hot passion my breath was momentarily stolen away.

"To not make love to each other here and now would be a mortal insult to Aphrodite herself." Miguel breathed hotly into my ear, before kissing and nibbling his way down my throat.

I gasped and threw my head back, baring my neck to his amorous advances. A soft whimper escaped my lips as his strong hand gently cupped my breast, his thumb stroking my nipple. I felt ripples of goosebumps flash across my skin as my heart beat a frantic tattoo. "I wouldn't want to insult a goddess." I replied softly.

I offered no resistance as Miguel lowered me gently to a beach towel and knelt over me. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he softly and slowly caressed my arms while looking down at me, his eyes filled with adoration. The light of the setting sun illuminated him, and the gentle sea breeze toyed lazily with his dark hair. Returning his loving gaze, I reached up and placed my hands on his waist, gently drawing them towards his chest as I felt the rippling muscles through the fabric of his shirt. I slowly began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his trim lean body.

Miguel shrugged out of his shirt as soon as I undid the last button and threw it aside, his eyes never leaving mine. His hands then went to my thighs, moving upwards slowly, catching the hem of my dress. I lifted my hips as his hands slid upwards and revealed my naked body. After slipping my dress off over my head, he sat back and took my hands in his, intertwining our fingers as he gazed at me with lust and admiration. His sensual gaze seemed to my heightened senses like a physical touch, and I moaned softly as his eyes explored me.

Kneeling between my legs, Miguel leaned forward till his face was inches from mine. He gently but firmly pinned my wrists against the sand above my head with his left hand, while his right tenderly caressed my cheek. Bending down our lips met in a soft kiss, which grew more fiery by the moment. Opening my mouth I welcomed his questing tongue, which slid and wrestled with my own.

Our mingled breath whistled through our nostrils as our tongues waltzed together. Leaving me gasping for air, he eventually parted our lips and kissed his way along the bottom of my jaw line, down my throat, across my collarbone to my breasts. Releasing my wrists his hands massaged my sensitive tits while his lips kissed my soft flesh, working in circles towards my nipples, which stood hard as gumdrops. His lips soon found them, and as he sucked and licked them he pinched and pulled the other with his fingers. Forcing my nipples together with his hands, he rapidly flicked his strong tongue between them causing me to whimper in ecstasy and arch my back.

I ran my fingers through Miguel's dark wavy hair as I sighed with pleasure; lost in the exquisite sensations he was giving me. In between kisses he was whispering something in Spanish; it could have been a grocery list for all I know, but it was an incredible turn on and I soon felt a trickle of wetness escape my pussy. As if sensing my condition, his right hand began to gently caress its way down to my freshly waxed pussy and soon I felt his well-manicured fingers softly exploring my wet and swollen labia. Stroking softly and patiently he coated his fingers with my slick juices before parting my folds and probing deeper into my pussy.

My breath was now coming in ragged gasps, and my whispered words of encouragement had become an ecstatic babble as I felt a knot of sexual energy building in my belly. Miguel slipped his two middle fingers deep into my cunt and was beginning to tug me vigorously, just the way I like it. After a few short moments it was more than I could bear; my body went rigid as a powerful orgasm shot through me and left me tingling and panting for breath. Miguel slid up beside me, holding me tenderly in his arms as he softly kissed my face and stroked my hair. The orange color of the setting sun made him look like some kind of bronze god, and I returned his affectionate gestures as I caught my breath.

Kissing his way once more down my body, Miguel made his way to my inner thighs, which I happily parted for him. I had hoped he was skilled in the art of cunnilingus, and I was certainly not disappointed. I felt his long, strong tongue parting my folds and teasing my engorged clit the way he had so skillfully stimulated my nipples. His pace was unhurried and his technique excellent. He did not linger too long on any one place, but instead flitted about like a hummingbird, kissing, sucking, licking and nibbling as I writhed and whimpered beneath him. A delicious slow burn orgasm snapped and sparkled within me, finally exploding into colors that rivaled the tropical sunset. As I shuddered in ecstasy, he took me in his strong arms, running his fingers through my hair and giving me wet, tangy kisses.

After cuddling together under the tropical sunset, Miguel excused himself and went back to the table to pour two more glasses of wine. He returned carrying a silver tray with two glasses, the bottle and the tiny silver serving dish. He was also completely naked, and I gasped slightly as I admired his erect manhood. Easily eight inches in length, it was a true work of art; thick, circumcised, and capped with a bulbous velvety head.

We sipped wine and held each other as we watched the fiery orb of the sun kiss the horizon. Setting aside our glasses, we embraced and began to kiss and nuzzle. Miguel placed his strong hands on my shoulders and started to push me down into the beach towels, but I had other ideas. Squirming out of his grip, I straddled his waist and pushed his shoulders down as I grinned mischievously. Momentarily confused, he looked up at me quizzically then smiled and lay back, his hands moving to my breasts.

Miguel had done most of the work so far, and I decided it was time for me to let him relax a bit and give him a good fucking. Stretching up as high as I could on my knees, I managed to force the head of his impressive cock into my slippery cunt. Swirling my hips, I used a move I learned in belly dance class to slowly and sensuously impale myself upon his erect member. He sighed deeply as he massaged my breasts, holding me upright in the red light of the setting sun. I moaned softly as his stiff, hot cock invaded me and set my senses alight. Lifting myself with my thighs, I began a slow gentle rhythm, pulling up until he was almost completely out of me, and then sliding down giving him a little belly dance shimmy when he was fully in.

Matching my rhythm, Miguel thrust gently upwards to meet me with each stroke, groaning with satisfaction each time he was buried deep inside me. My little shimmies were driving him wild, and it gave me immense satisfaction to watch his face contort with ecstasy each time I did one. I upped the pace, pistoning down and impaling myself on him again and again, my strawberry blond hair flying wildly as I groaned lustily. He was keeping pace, his hands still working my breasts as we pounded together. By now his teeth were clenched and his eyes were beginning to glaze as he muttered to himself in Spanish.

I sensed we were both close to orgasm, and decided to see just how much of a gentleman he was. With a wicked grin, I dropped myself onto his cock so hard the breath was nearly knocked out of me. After giving him an extended shimmy, I forced myself back up as I clung to his shaft with my vaginal muscles. After a few more thrusts of this kind I felt his cock begin to pulsate; I was holding off my own orgasm through sheer force of will, and grinned triumphantly as I waited for him to spray his seed inside me. Miguel's face contorted with concentration and he held his breath. His cock stopped throbbing and I had to admire his control. I pulled out all the stops and slammed myself onto his engorged member, grinding and shimmying, but he won the battle of wills as a tremendous orgasm shot through my body like a fireball, leaving me breathless and dizzy.

As my senses reeled and my body spasmed I let out a long moan of ecstasy as I collapsed onto Miguel's chest. Quickly rolling me over, he mounted me and continued his onslaught, extending my climax almost unbearably before grunting like a bear and seizing up on top of me. I felt the hot bloom of his release deep inside me as we rolled together, gasping and panting like beasts as the aftershocks of our orgasms echoed within us.

We lay together in each other's arms, caressing and stroking each other tenderly under a magnificent sunset. After a long and gentle kiss, "Miguel" sat up on his elbow and gazed into my eyes with such love and affection I thought my heart would burst. I truly felt at that moment like the most loved, cherished and lucky woman in the world. Taking his free hand, I pressed his palm to my face, kissing it softly.

"Are you ready for your special dessert my love?" He asked, all trace of the Spanish accent gone from his voice.

I nodded, smiling sweetly as I sat up. After opening a bottle of champagne and pouring two glasses, he took up the tiny silver serving dish and scooted closer to me, looking at me with smiling eyes. Lifting the tiny silver lid, he revealed two familiar gold bands. Taking the smaller of the two rings, he slipped it on my finger.

"Happy anniversary darling." Mark said softly.

"Happy anniversary sweetheart." I said softly in return, as I slid the larger ring back to its accustomed place on his finger.

"To 25 more years." Mark said, raising his glass of champagne.

"To 25 more wonderful years." I replied as we clinked our glasses together and drank.

After draining our glasses we set them aside, and held each other tenderly as we watched the whispering waves under the fading tropical sunset.

"A cultured and romantic exiled Spanish nobleman?" I said with a grin. "Have you been reading my sappy romance novels?"

"I was going to be a muscular, bare-chested Scottish Highland chief, but Fabio's hair was busy this week." Mark replied cheekily.

We fell into each other's arms laughing and made passionate love until the sun vanished in all its pageantry, leaving the tropical sky in the care of the modest stars.