Sex and Love in Paradise

I urge you to join me. You slide into the water beside me and sigh at its comfort. The sand is only three or four feet below us, giving us depth to swim about while allowing us to stand or kneel.

I grab our masks and snorkels from the deck edge where I had placed them and we swim lazily around and under our bungalow spying on the many beautiful fish that surround us.

Dim lights that surround the bungalow combine with light from the "window" in the living room floor to illuminate the water. It feels as though we are surrounded by a slight haze, giving us the feel of both freedom and privacy.

I grab your foot and pull you back to me. We kneel on the bottom and I pull your body to me. My right arm is around your body, pulling you into me. I first take my mask from my head and then lift yours from your face. I drop them to the sand, knowing they will be there later. I kiss your face, bite your ear, and then tenderly kiss your lips. Our tongues dance and play with one another like the fish below us. Your beautiful breasts float right at the surface of the water, your perfect nipples point at me.

I cannot resist and take one nipple into my mouth, the other between my thumb and index finger. You wrap your legs around my waist and I feel the heat of your pussy pressing against my belly.

Your response to my attention to your nipples is intense and unusual. You can feel the beginnings of an orgasm approaching, at first as though it is sneaking up on you.

You press your pussy into my body and begin to rhythmically rub yourself on me. Not yet touched, your clit is erect and pokes out from between your lips where your rubbing causes my body to rub and tickle the tip of your clit. As I continue to suck, bite, pinch, and play with your nipples and your breasts and you press yourself into me, your orgasm suddenly rushes in and takes your body by storm.

I sense the storm passing. I shift my lips to yours and kiss you passionately. My hand roughly grabs your pussy. Using my fingers inside you, I forcefully pull your body to where I want it as I rub my thumb in a circular motion around your clit, pressing hard with my thump as my fingers fill your vagina and press hard on your G-spot. There is no slow approach this time as a powerful irresistible orgasm charges through your body starting at the tip of you clit and rushing to fill ever part of you from your toes to your head.

Watching your body in the embrace of orgasmic passion, I know that my love for you is irrepressible and forever. One of the greatest gifts you give me is to allow me to take you and your being to these places of passion.

My conviction and dedication demands that I do whatever is required to give you unbounded pleasure by any means required. I release your pussy from my grasp and pull your entire body to mine where I kiss you passionately and tell you that you that I love you without limits.

We climb from the ocean bath, sated sexually and exhausted physically, in desperate need of energy. We dress casually, as there is no other way here in this place, and walk to the dining room of the hotel, only a short distance away.

Following a wonderful dinner of Boef au Poive, Haricot Verte, and Pomme Frites accompanied by a nice Moscato Wine, we decide to hit the bed for some sleep.

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After three days on the island of Tahiti, we are both ready for our next stop. Our bags are taken for us to the airport where we board a small, 12 passenger commuter aircraft similar to the one we used to fly from Puerto Rico to Vieques and other similar places. The flight lasts about 30 minutes before we descend toward a small runway on the Island of Bora Bora. We are in awe as the plane makes its approach - Tahiti was beautiful, but Bora Bora makes Tahiti seem ordinary.

Here too we will be in an over-water bungalow, surrounded by sharply rising black peaks of volcanic rock and waters ranging from bright blue-green to deep purple. The lagoon is surrounded by what looks to be hundreds of small islands. We get ourselves settled into our rooms and head out to see the sights.

Bora Bora is smaller, quainter, quieter, and more reminiscent of Palau in its character. Supper is wonderful as has been every meal. We decide to rest and hang out around the hotel for the evening, then get a fresh start in the morning.

Rising before you, I prepare your coffee and slip quietly out the door to make some arrangements.

Arrangement made, I return to our bungalow as silently as thief. I turn on the coffee pot and as soon as it has finished brewing, I pour your cup, gently wake you from your slumber, and set the coffee cup on the end table next to you. I whisper in your ear "Good morning, Sunshine. I love you."

As you toil to wake yourself, I read some of my book on the iPhone, ignoring the 3,276 emails in my queue. I have promised myself that there will be no work and no politics on this trip.

You absorb my attention fully and as always, I love what I see - the sexiest woman alive. I know you don't see yourself that way, but that is the way I have seen you since the first time I saw you, behind the wheel of a blue Camaro, dressed in a heavy black floor-length coat, collar raised about your neck, your long hair flowing and blowing with the cold damp wind of Annapolis Maryland in November. From that very first glance, I was doomed.

I know it took over a month to get you to agree to a date - its a good thing you finally did because I probably would have been arrested for stalking. I just call it perseverance. I chuckle to myself over the memories, then, I smile brightly as I remember the first time I made love to you some months later.

I tell you that we have an appointment at 11 AM and urge you to get ready. As always, you ask me "What are we going to do?" As usual, I answer you cryptically, "Something fun," and you punch me in the arm.

I tell you to again wear a bathing suit along with shorts, a cover-up, and a hat. I grab some towels and throw them into a "Dive bag," along with a few other important items such as sunscreen, mosquito spray, a camera, and our masks, fins, and snorkels.

A few minutes before 11, you tell me you are ready and say, "Let's go." I grab your hand and pull you toward the deck. In surprise and a little pique, you tell me you thought I said we had to be somewhere at 11. I laugh and tell you that "We're there already," and laugh. You look at me with that look of yours and are about to say something when I say, "Okay, our ride is here," just before an 28-foot powerboat with twin outboards, slides toward our dock, backing his engines at the last moment to ease perfectly up to the dock with barely a kiss.

I tell the driver, "You must have been a Coxswain in the Navy," and he laughs lightly. "How'd you know?" he asks and I tell him "Nine years in the Navy, including four in the Annapolis Maryland Correctional Institute for Wayward boys" at which he guffaws loudly. He offers his hand to help you aboard the boat, then to me. As I grasp his hand, he says "Master Chief Boatswains Mate George Walker, at your service Sir," to which I offer the reply "Don't call me sir, Master Chief. I work for a Living."

George smartly backs his engines, twists the boat around its longitudinal axis, checks to see that we are seated, then pushes the throttles to the stops and points the bow across the lagoon.

It's impossible to hear, so I say nothing, just holding your hand and watching the joy on your face as the boat flies across the water. The sun shines and the breeze blows gently across the azure waters of the lagoon, surrounded by barrier islands. The main island is behind us, falling rapidly away. A chain of small islands seems to rapidly approach us. Each little island hosts a few palm trees rising from white sands surrounded by the shallow, bright teal water and shadows of slightly darker reefs.

It soon becomes apparent that George is headed for one such island in particular. His speed of approach obviously would be catastrophic were he to continue. You squeeze my hand momentarily before George cuts the throttles to neutral, then lightly backs the engines, allowing the bow to softly push its way into the sand of the beach. "Welcome to my private Motu," then clarifies, "Motu means little island."

George jumps from the boat and asks me to hand him our things as well as a cooler and several baskets he brought with him. He then helps each of us off the boat onto the island. I help George haul his things under the trees and I see a small charcoal grill there. He then goes about lighting a fire and setting up a lunch of prepared salads, fruits, and grilled fresh fish. The food is delicious and we thank him.

I kiddingly say to him "George, I thought you were a Boatswains Mate," to which he responds, "How many Boatswains Mates have you known who didn't serve more than their fair share of KP on the mess deck?"

After clearing the trash and containers except for the cooler, George says, "It's now 1300. I will be back to pick you up at 1700, if that works for you?" He then asks if we have a cell phone and I show him my iPhone. He gives me his number and tells us that our cells should work just fine from here. "If there is any problem, call me. If there is any emergency, call 911."

Soon George and the boat is a distant speck and we are alone on a "deserted island" in the midst of the Pacific Ocean.

The island is small and made from coral and seashells that obviously have been ground to fine white sand by eons of surf. The island is less than 100 yards long and 50 yards wide, roughly oval in shape. On one side, the Pacific Ocean extends endlessly for as far as the eyes can see. The shallow water extends only about 30 yards before turning the dark blue of deep water.

One end of the island is covered in low-hanging plants. On the lagoon side, a series of small Motus can be seen to the left and to the right. Across the lagoon, Mount Otemanu rises sharply into the sky.

First I strip off my suit and suggest you do as well. Then, I slather my entire body with sunscreen. I grab my mask, fins, and snorkel and head toward the ocean side of the island. You join me as we walk together into the clear turquoise water and begin to explore the live coral reef and brilliant tropical fish that abound here.

Eventually we approach what appears to be a vertical wall plunging sharply from little more than a few feet to depths immeasurable. Unlike the wall in St. Croix where we have gone SCUBA diving, we can clearly see large fish and sharks prowling the wall below us - ignoring our intrusion into their home. Most of the sharks are black tips.

Suddenly, rising from the depths, an 18-foot long Pacific Ocean Tiger shark swims up the wall not far from where we watch. He examines us as he passes, dismissing us as no threat to him and moves on. However, our adrenaline flowing, we recognize the threat such a large predator could mean to us and we quickly but quietly swim for shore.

We reach the beach, hearts racing, adrenaline pumping in our veins, our breaths coming in short deep gulps. I grab your hand as we turn toward one another, both of us exclaiming simultaneously, "Oh, My, God!"

I pull you to me, kiss you deeply, and you respond passionately. I pull you to where our towels lay on the sand beneath a Palm and pull down to the towels. Every nerve of my body is alive and tingling. I feel as though I could simply devour you and make every effort to do so.

Kissing my way from your lips, I work my way down between your heaving breasts to you belly where I linger just a moment before diving for you vulva. I drag in the scent of you and wasting no time, I wrap my lips around your clit and begin to lick, suck and chew your clit as though it were a piece of tasty meat and I am a starving man. My hand grasps your ass and pulls you hard into my mouth, flicking and sucking your clit for all I am worth.

I feel your body start to tense.

I plunge the fingers of my hand into your cunt and strongly suck your clit into my mouth as my tongue dances a rapid tap on its head. A powerful orgasm shakes your entire body and you uncharacteristically cry out. "I'm Coming!"

Wasting no time, not even allowing your body to rest for the slightest moment, you push me onto my back and growl "My Turn." You grab my balls with one hand and my cock with the other. Plunging your hot mouth down over my cock, you start to suck on the head of my dick as you jack me hard with one hand while you massage my balls with the other. In no time, I feel my orgasm coming on rapidly, almost like that 18 foot Tiger Shark rose up out of the depths of the ocean, only this time it overtakes me.

I scream "I'm Coming," as I explode in your mouth with powerful squirts and my body tries to fuck your mouth in time to my spurts.

I pull you up to me and thrust my tongue deep into your mouth, tasting my own cum and almost yell "God Damn I love you!"

We hold each other tightly for quite a while before relaxing our grasps and rolling onto our backs. The warm ocean breeze tickles our skin where the sweat of our exertion has wet us both. Above us, Palm fronds sway as though gently caressing the blue sky filled with bright white pillows of cloud. We look at one another, as we simultaneously exclaim,

"Ah, Paradise!"