Vacation Villa

We're down in the Bahamas, in a private villa with its own pool, looking to rekindle the magic in our marriage. Four years in and after six years together we're both feeling pressure from all over: to start a family, to advance in our careers, to move out to the suburbs to live in a house with a white picket fence.

We enjoyed a nice romantic dinner at a beachfront restaurant last night, but found ourselves too exhausted to make love upon our return following a day of taxicabs, flight delays, misplaced luggage, rough handling by TSA — all the same stresses we find in our frequent business travel, but with a much nicer destination.

With 10-foot-high concrete walls for privacy around the pool area and the intense tropical heat, you pointed out upon our arrival that there's no really point in wearing any clothing, save for possibly not giving the parasailers and balcony telescope set in the high rises a quarter-mile away some cheap thrills. So I'm sitting outside in the nude on a wicker couch, looking at some financial projections on my laptop, cursing the villa's wi-fi connection that has kept me tethered to my relentlessly demanding firm and my needy, pain-in-the-ass clients.

You emerge naked through the sliding glass door off of the dinette 15 feet away, smile shyly, begin to walk around the pool. I can't help but to look, to admire your perfect form — your flowing brown hair, your celestial nose, dreamy lips, sculpted chin, graceful neck, wonderfully rounded breasts, smooth stomach, bare pussy, toned legs...such a sweet distraction from all of this data.

You get to the far end of the pool and perform a graceful dive, your childhood dancer's training still obvious. A few quick strokes and you cross the length of the pool, then pull yourself out from your quick cool-down.

You walk toward me, a small smile on your lips, and pull up a chair just across from me, close enough to touch. You can't help but to notice that I'm partially erect from my quick minute of watching you, and you feel both excited and disappointed by my cock's state. Determined to elevate it, you sit cross-legged on the chair, legs spread, and begin to touch yourself. A perfectly manicured nail rubs against your clit while another digit feels along your lips, gently parting them, putting your innermost beauty on display for me. Your left hand trails across your perfect right breast, both of your nipples hardening as you pleasure yourself.

I can't help but to stare, to lick my lips. You uncross your legs, put your feet on the concrete deck, legs spread wide, closer to me. You reach toward my face, and I gulp audibly. You take off my glasses, playfully put them on for a moment with a giggle, perform a quick imitation of the face that you say I make every time that I come. You remove my specs from your face, close one of the arms, and run the open one along your pussy, performing teasing little circles on your clit before briefly penetrating yourself with the curved arm like a fish taking a baited hook. You return my glasses to my face, running two wet fingers along my cheek and under my chin before giving me a brief taste of your essence, so perfectly sweet and tangy, like salted caramel in my mouth.

I put aside my computer and slide forward on the couch, to the very edge of it, easing my now-full erection toward you as my hands take hold onto the arms of your chair to support myself. You use your hand to guard yourself from my advance, playfully denying me entrance, my thrusts meeting with the back of your fingers, which you move teasingly every time I get close, even scissoring around my cock and briefly stroking the head, eliciting the flow of my pre-come. "Baaaaad boy," you tell me, continuing to rub and defend yourself with a lascivious smile. After a very long several minutes you move your hand up, leaving a sole finger on your clit. At last, you're open and inviting before me.

I waste no time plunging my full hardness into you, your tight walls gradually accommodating me inch by sweet inch. Once inside you to the hilt I lift you up by your ass, eliciting a surprised little girlish, giggly "whoo!" from you as all of your weight is briefly supported by my length, penetrated as deeply as possible by gravity's pull. My hands hold tightly onto you as I lean back into the couch, bringing your mouth to mine as you begin to ride my cock at your leisure.

Forget about my boss and clients. We're on vacation. And this is just the beginning of the many wonderful fucks that we're going to enjoy together.