The Fantasy: Last Chapter

Because of the situation she could not open her legs and still stand to allow me access to her warm folds at the same time. She reached for my manhood and with the lack of relief from our earlier activity and the intoxication of getting away with this forbidden liaison, my erection quickly sprang to life.

She didn't wait on the foreplay, but sat down on my legs and moved forward until we both knew that I was at the right place. There was no need for her or I to reach between us and make the last adjustments for entrance, she just moved her hips and I felt myself begin to center in the flower of her womanhood.

There was no slow deliberation of this sexual act. With one forceful movement she was settled on me to the depths and like a spring she began to bounce.

It was as though her restraint physically needed to be matched by her activity now. Her hips and her body moving like a snake alternating between coiling and the long thrusting of the strike.

She was at the right height to allow me to unbutton her dress and gain access to her breasts. I sucked each of her nipples in turn wanting them to be as fully distended in my mouth as I was buried her womanhood.

I would have thought that she would have been sated from my attention to her earlier, but she seemed to crave the attention and the entrance. She began to move with almost a wildness to her, almost lifting completely off me to drop again fully and completely against me. I could feel her wetness in my own pubic hair and almost dripping down my now tightening sack.

Her wildness became contagious in my own loins and in seconds I felt the hot burning rope of my ejaculation from deep down in my pelvis pulse through my manhood.

I have no idea even if I was in her at the moment it started, but the fire from that match set her off too and she ground herself down against my pelvic bone until she found her release too.

Both of us were panting from the release, the exercise and the thinner altitude of the airline pressure. We could only slump together and breathe and sweat until we knew we had to do something.

She turned to the sink and wet a paper towel to clean herself, but with two of us she could do little more than just twist. I took the towel from her and told her to sit down on my knees and began to bathe her.

The towel became sticky with the fluids so a second and third were produced. She became very passive, watching me tend to her with a little smile playing on her face. I cleaned her as best I could, knowing that without panties on, she would be leaking me for a while. I dried her and buttoned her dress and cleaned myself.

Getting out of the toilet was going to be a logistical problem. She could stand straddling my legs, but I couldn't stand without her moving, and I couldn't pull up my pants until I could stand. The only real answer was for her to open the door and back out and let me fix myself.

I braced for the looks of those who might be waiting in line. She was careful to stand blocking the door until she could spy out the isle and them giving me an "OK" sign she closed the door. I stood and dressed and when I opened the door a flight attendant was walking down the isle.

I braced for comments, measuring my potential responses. We passed in the isle at our seats. She gave me one of those "putting you in your place" scowls, but said nothing.

We cuddled in our seats without talking much until the airplane touched down in at Philipsburg in St. Martin. By now it had been a full day and was dark by the time we arrived at the hotel on the beautiful Orient Beach. We talked about going out, but what we both wanted was a nice bath, something to eat and sleep. After all, we had planned two whole days together with her out of our four-day "business trip."

We showered together, enjoying the luxury of knowing that all of our desires would be adequately fulfilled without haste. I soaped her hair and the rest of her, but there was little sexual intensity. We were naked together, but with our attentions giving to just touching and being held.

At one point, my erection was firm enough for her to notice it touching her as I washed her back. My touches were more of a massage than cleansing. She leaned back with both her head and her bottom and asked, "Do we need to do something about that?"

It was not a passionate question. It was a compassionate question.

I whispered, "No . . . We'll save it for tomorrow."

Room service came as we were drying and a light supper led us to heavy sleep. It was the first time we have ever "slept" together, but it was a relaxed snuggling. I woke sometime in the night to a throbbing in my arm, only to realize that she had gone to sleep on my arm and had cut off the circulation. I moved without waking her and turned over and drifted off again.

Tropical Awakenings

I awoke the next morning with the sunlight glowing through the windows and with a very naked Jocelyn moving against me to seek every inch of contact that our bodies would allow. She had draped her leg over mine and I could tell that she had been awake long enough to become interested in what she was doing. The juncture of her legs were moist as she pressed her hips against my leg and as she moved she dragged her nipples against my arm.

I opened one eye to look at her and her eyes twinkled as she uttered only one word, "Meow!"

I laughed, "Meow?"

"Pussy wants to rub against you this morning." She said.

"Ummm, is pussy feeling good this morning?" I answered.

She didn't reply except to kiss me and move partially over me. She slid on top of me about half way so that her wetness was now fully on top of the front of my hip and her breasts rubbed my shoulder and breastbone.

Her movements were feline. It was like a cat who rubs up against you, moving without haste but never leaving contact. I was not sure, but even when she seemed to be still, there felt like a movement flowing through her body.

She was obviously enjoying the fantasy of playing the cat because she now began to lick me. Long slow licks from the throbbing pulse in my neck, across my chin and face and to the side of my eye.

Not caring for my morning whiskers, she almost purred, "Ummmm! Have to find somewhere that my tongue won't get whisker burned."

I didn't try to move. She was obviously relishing whatever she had going in her head with this and the effects were most pleasurable. She began a long series of slow licks that seemed to simply follow her nose. I had never been licked under my arm, but the sensation was incredible.

Nothing seemed to be insignificant to her attention. My arm and wrists and fingers. As she moved to lick my chest and stomach, she turned to accommodate and I decided that two could play this game. I moved slightly to allow me to like the hollow behind her knee.

"Ummmmm, purrrrrrrrrr" she responded in keeping with her mood.

So the bathing very much became the mimic of two cats paying attention to each others grooming. She set the pace by avoiding contact with obvious erogenous zones and I discovered that places I had only touched with my fingers could evoke a pleasured response from her when I mimic the long slow licking.

It didn't take long for my morning erection to become an undeniable issue to be faced. It was a startling feeling to feel her tongue begin on my pubic bone and move slowly in a continuous broad lick up to the head of my manhood.

Taking that as a signal that a boundary had been crossed, I licked her from her lower thigh up and across the cleft of her womanhood. That brought a response as she moved with catlike fluidity to straddle my head and slowly settle down against my face.

I thought she would hover over me and continue the licking rhythm but she continued to move her hips downward against my face in almost a rotating fashion. I realized that she was using my face, nose and mouth to open herself and bring the greatest amount of contact with me.

I licked from as far upward on her pubic bone as I could reach, back down in a broad slow stroke and as far backward as I could reach. There was a point at which it crossed my mind that my tongue would surely follow that cleft until it parted into the dividing of her cheeks and that my tongue would pass across that single place that seemed above all else to be forbidden.

As I moved, my nose preceded my tongue in its travel and I decided that I would adjust my actions based on my senses. As I moved, the aroma that met my nose was a lightly floral one and it dawned on me that she had already been up and a washcloth with something fresh had passed that way before me.

With the attention that she was giving my erection with her licks, I was determined that I would not louse sight of the opportunity that was presented to me. I licked the upper grove of her leg where her thigh attached back and up to where that groove was lost in the fullness of her cheek. Each time I passed over the center of her womanhood, I knew that the slickness of my salvia was being replaced with a more fluid lubricant and the texture was luxurious.

I again played over the familiar territory, but as I passed over her tightness, I changed the rules and pointed my tongue and began a swirling motion moving toward the center of her tightness.

I had obviously changed the rules of the whole game, for with that action the long slow licking came to an end and with a start I felt an open wetness envelope the head of my manhood. There was still the long slow movement but it was now a bobbing effect. I couldn't tell if it was her lips or tongue, only that with each movement a warm wet loose envelopment moved up and down my shaft.

Mimicking this new turn of events, I opened my mouth wide and tried to make maximum contact with where I knew the keenest of her sensations were centered. I felt the hardness at the top of her cleft press into my tongue near the tip and the broad width of the base of my tongue could feel the openness of her center like the covering of a deep well. I moved my tongue to bring more contact with her hardness and I used the smooth wetness of her shaved lips to seal a vacuum and I sucked. Her lips were pulled into my mouth and I could feel them become engorged until it seemed that she existed within my mouth with my tongue parting those swollen lips and plunging to its depth into her. I knew that her depth was beyond the reach of my tongue, but the effort was with all the strength of a conviction that I could lick the very neck of her womb with my tongue.

The warm envelopment of my manhood had increased until I knew that I was well toward being half way into her mouth. The bobbing continued to be slowed with each movement and as she moved lower I could feel a tightness envelope the head of my member. I realized with excitement that I was feeling the constriction of her throat and wondering how she was able to accommodate such a feat.

From there my mouth never lost contact with her. Sucking and swirling, I was fascinated that each time I allowed her lips to leave the vacuum of my mouth they hung down a little farther and demanded more of the space of my mouth each time I consumed them.

Her hips had long since surrendered to their natural movements and at time I realized that she was using my chin to rub her erection. I could feel her sometimes move lightly and sometimes crushing the tender hardness with a pressure that forced my mouth open and my jaw to drop back. On occasion I had to force my jaw up against her to keep her from dislocating it with the pressure of her hips. I knew when I did that she was being sand papered by my whiskers, but she didn't seem to notice.

Somewhere in the warm wetness surround my erection I realized that her teeth were grazing the very bottom of my shaft and I knew that somehow she had accommodated me fully. I knew I was buried in her throat. I couldn't imagine how she could breathe with her throat so full of me, or how she avoided choking. I presumed that in the fog of her sexual passion that such sensations were lost on her at that moment.

I moved my mouth upward to suck fully on her erect flesh at the parting of her cleft. Like the rest of her soft tissue, I could feel her continue to swell with the vacuum of my mouth and for a moment I felt almost male in the hardness and size of her erection. I realized that sucking her into my mouth was filling my mouth and I could feel the wetness of her lips moving back on my tongue and wondered if I could accommodate her in my throat as she was accommodating me.

With both of our mouths filled I felt the quiver in her thighs on my cheeks and I knew her orgasm was exploding. Feeling the quaking movement move to center on the stiffness against my tongue, it triggered my own eruption. I knew she was forced down on me and that I should have given her some warning, but my mouth was full and her weight against me would not allow me to withdraw from her quivering flesh.

As I felt the first full spray of my fluid pass through my shaft, I felt her gag reflex finally coming into play. Without intending to my hips moved upward in my own reflex as a second jet of fluid burned its way through me and I heard her cough and wretch.

She felt off me and with panic I twisted to face her, seeking to at last come to her aid even as the last spasms of my loins sprayed her and the bed with what I could not control. I grabbed the sheet and wiped my fluids away from her face as she allowed me to flow from her open mouth and with my greatest concern I rubbed her face until the redness began to subside.

"God, I'm so sorry. I should have pulled out" I said.

Catching her breath and not talking lest she loose control of her gagging. I talked to her softly with apologies and with tears.

Holding her close, she finally pushed me away to take a deep breath, coughing a bit with the sticky fluid that clung in her throat.

"It's my fault. I've never taken anyone as deeply I did you. I was so lost in my orgasm, I never realized that you were so close too."

I kissed her forehead and her eyes and begged her forgiveness in soft words of atonement.

"Actually," she said, "I was so pleased that I could take you so deeply, I didn't even think what would happen if you climaxed. It felt like a fire hydrant was shoved down my throat." She replied with a weak smile.

I went to get her a glass of water, but as I offered it to her to clear her throat, I paused and said, "Perhaps you need to just rinse your mouth?"

By now she was re-gathering her faculties and her sense of humor and as she took the glass she opened her mouth wide before she drank and swirled her tongue and drank. With a weak wink she smiled, "At least I swallowed!"

"Oh you!" in a tease I tousled her hair.

I slapped her bottom and said, "Come on, there's breakfast and a beautiful beach and the bluest ocean I've ever seen just waiting for us."

The Nude Beach

We had breakfast in the open air on the balcony in our swimming suits. Mine was basically the conservative trunks that would pass for the bottom half of any college basketball player's uniform. She had come prepared with a pink checked bikini that while it wasn't scandalous, it flattered her.

On the way to the beach, the doorman informed us that this was a "mixed" beach. The curving north beach was traditional and in the middle there were shops and parasailing vendors. The south end of the beach is "clothing optional" so enjoy, but don't be surprised.

"Do they allow guests to join them on the south beach?" I asked to tease Jocelyn.

"Ya'maan. You be comfortable 'dere" was the reply with a big grin on the black face of the doorman.

Jocelyn had her sun hat and sun glasses on, but between the two I could tell that she was looking at me over the top of her glasses with a look that was a mixture of a scowl and peeked interest.

We stopped under the umbrellas close to the hotel and sampled the warm salty ocean. Even on the north end of the beach there was a continental flavor as women went topless with their breasts browned and their nipples blacked from the sun swaying as they walked in the ocean or ran on the beach.

After playing in the surf for a bit we lay back in the shade and I commented, "Your breasts are prettier than any of those women."

"You think so?"

"Absolutely... Yours are just whiter."

"Hmmm, think I should take care of that whiteness huh?"

I swallowed hard wondering if she were actually going to follow through. Looking at me she reached behind her with one hand and I watched the tension of the fabric that separated her breasts relax. I watched what she would do next, knowing that she can be very seductive when she desired. I noticed her eyes were fixed on mine as she shrugged a bit and the cups of fabric became slack without the fullness they had contained. Slowly she reached up and pulled the loop behind her neck up and her nipples came into full view as she with great flair tossed her top into my face.

"You can't get any sun on those white things sitting in the shade," I said.

I stood and reached for her hand. I caught her by surprise at my boldness and as I pulled her to her feet I noticed that she was tempted at first to shelter her naked breasts with her arms on each side. But once on her feet, she looked around and realized that the whole beach wasn't looking at us, she stood tall with her breasts thrust out, putting her sun hat on she led me down the beach in a triumphal parade which became more relaxed and flouncy the further we walked.

I have no idea if she realized that we were walking south along the beach. I noticed the shops and the para-sailing booths. We stopped to watch the boats lift the sails and their cargo from the beach and head out on a wide circle of the bay. We continued to walk without making more than casual comments about the beauty and the color.

We passed a low sea wall, hardly more than a foot high and no more than two steps across. We could see shops nearby across the narrow stretch of open beach. I felt that we had passed the public demarcation of the north beach and the clothing optional south beach, but there was no change in those we saw as we walked.

As we approached a colorful shop, I tugged her hand and thought no woman could pass up shopping. The door was open to the breeze and the color fabrics and trinkets lined the walls and hung from the rafters. Neither of us realized that we weren't in any other shop along the beach until we turned the tight corner and saw a naked woman squatted down over a box of fabric. He stood and turned with her old breasts sagging and a beaded apron covering her lower front and she ask, "Can I help you?"

We chatted a moment and she seemed genuinely friendly... European by the tone of her accent. Since Jocelyn had already become comfortable with her own breasts exposed, it really didn't seem that awkward.

I finally gained the nerve to ask, "What is the etiquette for this end of the beach?"

The old woman grinned, but patiently began an explanation that she had obviously given many times before.

"It is clothing optional, and that means optional. Be as comfortable as you wish. Don't stare and don't take pictures. Be polite, but not overly friendly, sometimes that means that people want more than their own comfort, so don't press people to talk who don't act like they want to. There are umbrellas and lounges. Take a towel if you sit on the lounges, that's being polite."

She spoke so matter of factly that it reminded me of Dr. Ruth giving sex lessons. What should have been deliciously naughty was just a matter of fact.

"Ahhhh..." I began to phrase the question and then got lost. I waved my hands in a sweeping motion downward and she lifted her hand as a teacher might in a lecture.

"Honey, clothing optional means there are no changing rooms. You just do what's comfortable."