Tropical Sex Story

The two years since my divorce had been filled with loneliness and
depression, and my few attempts at dating had been awkward and unsatisfying.
I had deeply loved my wife, and until she met Paul we’d been very happy
together and enjoyed a good sex life. After the divorce, the few dates that
ended in bed had provided temporary physical relief but left me feeling empty
and emotionally numb. Fortunately, I was able to immerse myself in my work
and managed for the most part to hide my unhappiness. Some of my frustration
seemed to find an outlet in mastering the challenges presented by my job, and
from Monday through Friday I was reasonably content. Weekends were, of course,
a different story.
The company I work for designs digital audio recording equipment, and we
recently completed a long and arduous project. The company, in an
unusually benevolent mood, decided to reward the design team with a
“conference”/vacation in Tahiti, with the “conference” portion consisting of
an hour per day of informal meetings. This was included to satisfy the
corporate accountants; most of us saw it as an excuse to unwind after a success-
ful and stressful project. Workaholic that I was, I expected a boring week of
swatting insects, drinking too-sweet tropical cocktails,and missing my
work-station/world back home. I was in for a big surprise.

Upon arrival at the Islander Hotel and checking into my room ( a private
suite…hmmm…. company stocks must be on an upturn…), I went to the bar to
see if they served anything other than the typical coconut-and-sugar fare. I
was delighted to find a goodly assortment of imported beers including some
obscure German darks. Perhaps this week wouldn’t be so bad after all….
Ten minutes later I walked out on the patio with my second beer in hand and a
warm fuzz beginning to grow in my head. The sun was just beginning to set, and
it looked like it was actually diving under the sea. I stood and enjoyed the
view for a while, and when I turned to go back inside I was surprised to see
that one of my few female co-workers had also been watching. I couldn’t recall
her name, since she was fairly new to our department and worked on a different
portion of the project than I. I’d seen her in the halls and cafeteria from
time to time but we’d never spoken beyond a few words in passing. Because she
was attractive there was the usual office gossip going around, and what I had
heard of it seemed to indicate that she was unavailable. No ring, no boyfriend
in evidence, but the engineers who had asked for dates had all been gently but
firmly turned away. The office idiots speculated that she was a lesbian (prob-
ably in a vain attempt to soothe their bruised egos), but I had written her
off my prospective date list, such as it was, as being simply “OOML” ( Out Of
My League). It was nice to see an attractive female face and figure so far
from home, but I had no thoughts of getting to know her better. Deciding that
German beer and empty stomach make an unpleasant match, I went inside to eat
dinner and thought no more about her.

The next morning, after our “meeting”, we were free for the day. My
friends were going skin-diving, which didn’t interest me that day, so I
decided to explore a bit of the island by myself. I headed inland and quickly
left civilization behind. The terrain became hilly and the vegetation was
fairly dense; I had thoughts of Gilligan’s Island, and I naturally saw myself
in the role of the professor. “Now where’s that delicious little Mary Anne?”
I thought with a grin on my face and sweat rolling down my forehead. I was
really beginning to regret not having brought a canteen, and then I heard the
sound of flowing water up ahead. The foliage was very dense now and I had to
crawl on hands and knees to approach the source of the sound. As I crawled I
snagged my shirt on a branch, and when I stopped to free myself I looked ahead
toward the water. I was delighted to see a small waterfall cascading into a
crystal-clear pool the size of a small swimming pool. Lush ferns all around,
the sound of tropical birds in the trees, a nice rock to dive from… this was
simply Paradise! As I prepared to part the remaining branches and run to the
pool and dive in, clothes and all, a sound caught my ear and I stopped to find
its source. There beyond the rock, lying next to the pool in the briefest of
bikinis, was the same girl I’d seen on the patio the evening before! What a
coincidence! I hesitated, torn between the desire to stare and the feeling
that I was intruding and should leave without disturbing her privacy. For the
moment I simply stared… I was amazed at how good she looked with her long
hair unpinned and that gravity-defying bikini on. Even more striking was the
powerful sense of “rightness” about the setting. She really looked like she’d
been born just for this moment in this exact place. This added to my feeling
of being an intruder, so I resolved to leave. Just as I was turning my
hungering eyes away from her I saw her reach behind her and unfasten the
bikini top, and all my resolve melted in an instant.

The top fell away as she sat up, and I nearly sighed out loud when I saw
her breasts. It wasn’t their size but rather their shape: they were the most
beautiful I’d ever seen. About average size, but full and round with no trace
of sagging. As she moved they swayed gently like I imagined pears on a tree
would in a light breeze. I was sure these would taste better than any pear
I’d ever had! The nipples were light pink and fairly large, and my mouth
literally watered as I stared. I knew I should be a gentleman and leave immed-
iately, but my body didn’t seem to get the message. In fact, a certain part of
me showed clear indications of sticking around. It was sticking up more every

What happened next almost stopped my heart: she reached up and cupped one
of those beauties in her hand… not firmly, as I might have at the moment,
but with an ultra-feminine gentleness that filled me with both lust and
wonder. It looked like she was cuddling a soft, fluffy kitten. It seemed as
though she was exploring herself for the very first time. She softly caressed
it for a while, and then moistened two fingers in the water and began to rub
the nipple delicately. Her head tilted back and a low sigh escaped her parted
lips. I imagined that it was my tongue rather than her fingers, and I could
almost taste her. At the same time I got a strong sensation that she was
imagining the exact same thing! Well, that was silly… we didn’t even know
each other. Still, a nice thought…

I watched this for several minutes, unaware that my heart rate and blood
pressure had taken a steep climb. I forgot about the surroundings, my job, my
ex-wife… the whole world was right here before my eyes. I was nearly in a
hypnotic state, though far from relaxed. My mouth hang so far open I probably
would have tripped over my moustache had I attempted to walk. My eyes tracked
every movement of her hands like radar! Suddenly she stood up and turned away,
momentarily breaking the spell. Her hands went to her waist, and I watched her
slowly work her bikini bottom down until it fell at her feet. She didn’t turn
around, which was okay with me because I got a long look at her lovely ass.
She was obviously not a nude sunbather because her tan stopped at the waist,
leaving her hips a striking white in contrast to her tanned back and legs.
I liked the effect of this, and was in no hurry at all for her to turn
around, though I was curious to see if she was a natural blonde. Her hips
were lush, probably too full for a modelling career (for which I was glad!),
and my hands clenched involuntarily in desire to caress this wonderful
treasure. Her legs parted, and I got a glimpse of golden fleece between them.
My erection throbbed painfully and I became aware of the sound of my own heart
beating in my ears. I’d never before been this excited!
While one hand petted her hips, her other slipped in front, and I realized
she was fingering herself. A loud moan reached my ears, and as she suddenly
turned toward me I shockingly realized that the groan was mine! I froze in
shame and terror as she stared right at me. I didn’t know if she could
actually see me through the plants but her reaction showed that she knew she’d
been watched. When she snatched up her towel to cover herself I panicked and
ran, my rapidly-shrinking erection not making my flight any easier.
As I crashed through the thick growth my mind was full of competing thoughts
of disgust with myself, sympathy for her embarassment, and my desire for this
exquisite woman. I hoped against reason that she had been unable to recognize
my face through the branches, and even feared I might lose my job. Then I
realized that she would be reluctant to report the incident, and I hadn’t
actually broken any laws. I certainly didn’t go there to spy on her! Still,
the knowledge that she would likely consider me a peeping Tom made me sad and
ashamed. Any chance I had of getting to know her was gone as surely as was my

The employees had dinner together on the patio that evening, and when I
eventually made eye contact with her she quickly averted her eyes and blushed.
Well, that settled the question of her recognizing me. She avoided looking
in my direction for the rest of the evening, so I took the opportunity to
watch her closely. Her innocent face and graceful movements reminded me of a
cat, and this brought on a vivid mental image of her cuddling and petting her
lovely breasts. I discretely “adjusted” myself as my penis began to protest
the tight confinement of my jeans. It obviously had a different sort of
tightness in mind.
As I watched her, I became aware that my interest was transcending lust for
her body. I felt a strong curiousity about the reason for her shyness and
aloofness, especially since I’d seen clear evidence of her passionate nature.
I’m a real cat lover, and had successfully kept custody of our two after the
divorce. I have always admired their grace and sensuality, and their ability
to act wholly disinterested and unresponsive to my playful overtures even
though their curious minds were racing. And when a cat decides it wants
affection, it casts its dignity aside and makes an absolute floozy of itself!
I wondered what sort of trauma had made her act the way she did, and I had a
brief romantic knight-in-shining-armor fantasy of being the one who soothed
and kissed away her pain and fear. Strange as it may seem, I believe I was
beginning to fall in love with her. This realization filled me with sadness
since I knew what she now thought of me. Was I really guilty of anything? I
didn’t intentionally spy on her, I hadn’t tried to rape her or anything…..
I just COULDN’T help myself from watching. I knew how weak this argument
sounded, and in despair I went back to my room convinced I’d never speak to
her again. In the shower I remembered her wet fingers on her erect nipple, and
I masturbated myself to orgasm. It didn’t take long, and did nothing to
relieve my frustration and guilt.

Two days later I returned to the pool. I knew she wouldn’t be there since
I left while she was still eating breakfast. I carried a towel and suntan
lotion and made sure she saw them when I left. I’m not sure if I was inviting
her or warning her away, but I knew she was aware of my destination. The late-
morning sun was very hot, and I again reached the pool soaked in sweat. This
time there were no distractions, and I dived right in without bothering to
remove my sweaty clothes. The water was cooler than I had expected and very
pleasant after my hot walk. I stood under the waterfall for a while and got a
great massage. “Ahhh…this is truly Paradise! What could possibly feel better
than this?”, I asked myself. Memories of my last visit to the pool filled my
mind, and I became sadly aware of exactly what would feel MUCH better than
this. “Not bloody likely!”, I muttered. She definitely didn’t seem the type to
be attracted to “peeping Toms”. The thought filled me with resentment… not
against her but against my own stupidity in not leaving while I still could
have. My mood spoiled, I left the water and decided to take a nap. As the sun
began to dry my clothes my shorts caused an unpleasant itch, so I stripped
naked and lay down on the towel next to the pool. I was asleep within minutes.

I was awakened by the sound of something moving in the bushes, and my
first drowsy thought was that some large, hungry animal was coming to visit.
My sleep-fogged mind churned out the conclusion that there were probably no
predators of the big-cat type in Tahiti, but I remembered lots of accounts of
sharp-tusked wild pigs. Just as I was about to spring up I heard a tentative
“hello”, and the branches parted to reveal the object of my desire. I grabbed
the first thing at hand, my t-shirt, and covered my naked crotch, though not
very thoroughly. I was embarassed about being caught nude, but also very
curious about why she had come when she knew I’d be here. I answered her
greeting as she approached the pool, and then waited to see what she’d say
next. An awkward silence ensued that seemed to last for hours. She finally sat
down on the rock about 5 feet away and stared intently at the pool. The
silence was almost physically painful, so I started to say something glib and
probably stupid. Instead, I heard myself apologizing and asking for her under-
standing and forgiveness. It must have been the right thing to say, because
she visibly relaxed and looked into my face. “My name’s Katrina, but please
call me Kitty”, she said in a soft voice. ” Kitty… now that’s appropriate.
I’m Roger, and I’m very glad to finally meet you. Sorry it’s been in such a
messy way”, I said. I immediately regretted the “appropriate” bit, but she
didn’t ask for clarification. “Yes, I knew your name already, Roger”…
oh, I liked the way my name sounded from her lips! A shiver of pleasure ran up
my spine, and I realized I was indeed falling for her. At the same time I felt
very uncomfortable sitting there with only a t-shirt covering my loins. I’d
have liked to get dressed, but I didn’t feel like asking her to turn her head,
and the whole thing seemed sort of silly since I’d seen nearly all of her
the other day.

The silence resumed, but was pleasant this time. She seemed to be deep in
thought,and I was afraid to ask why. Finally she asked why I thought “Kitty”
was an appropriate name for her, and I told her. I knew I was saying too much
and that I was making my longing for her clearer with every word, but I
couldn’t stop. ” I’m sorry, I’m getting carried away. I have no right to lay
this on you”, I said, sure that I’d scared her off. The thought that she must
have been similarly attracted to me (otherwise she’d not have come to the
pool) never even entered my mind. She said nothing for a long time, and
then chuckled “I thought you looked like a cat lover. Guess I was right”.
We laughed together at this and the tension lessened a bit more. Seizing the
moment, I asked her why she seemed so aloof at work. “Oh, that’s just a front
I put up to keep the guys away”. ” Well, it sure has worked, but why do you
want to do that?”, I asked. I thought it best not to mention that most of the
guys claimed she was gay. “Ummm…I’d rather not talk about it”, she said with
a deep sigh, and then I noticed tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. I
wanted badly to hug her and comfort her, but my t-shirt would have fallen off
and left me exposed. I didn’t want to think about sex while she was crying.
“Well, maybe I should tell you; I’ve had some bad experiences with men…
no, not rape or anything like that…in high school I was sort of plain
looking and shy, and the few boys I dated were only interested in sex. They
never wanted to know me as a person, and the closest they’d get to being
romantic was a few obligatory kisses before getting inside of me. They didn’t
care about my pleasure at all, and left me feeling frustrated and used. Then
in college my folks had a bad car wreck; my mother died and my Dad was an
invalid. Between caring for him and my school work I had no time for a social
life. He died soon after I graduated and began working, but the dates I’ve
had since then haven’t been much better than the ones in high school. When men
realize I don’t have much experience they seem to think they can forget about
pleasing me and just have their own good time. One guy even laughed at me
afterwards and called me “little miss priss”. That really hurt! I guess
men want girls who look and act like Playboy centerfolds. Ordinary women like
me are just temporary stop-overs in their search for Miss Whatever-the-month.
My hips are too big, my bust too small, nose not straight enough…. I just
don’t measure up, I guess”. At this she resumed crying, and I began to
cry myself. I could feel her pain; my high school years had been hard for
me, and the rejection of me by my wife had punched large holes in my self-
esteem. After a while I looked her in the eye and said “Maybe you just dated
the wrong guys. We’re not all like that… I’m certainly not that way”. She
returned my gaze for a moment, then looked shyly away and said “No, I didn’t
think you would be. That’s why I was so glad you came on this trip. I’ve
watched you for a long time but was always afraid to show any sign of
interest. I haven’t had a date in years, and I don’t know how to act with men
any more”.

Silence again. My mind raced with the implications of this. She wanted me! And
not just sexually! I could scarcely believe my ears. For the moment I had no
thought of sex; I was caught up in pure romance. Her next question put me back
in sex mode: “When you saw me….ummm…touching myself…were you shocked? I
must have looked so wicked. What did you think of me?”. She was unable to look
at me as she said this, and her lip trembled a bit. I considered my answer
for a while; “It was the most beautiful and arousing thing I’ve ever seen in
my life. You looked so natural, like you belong here. What were you
“About you”, she said in a small voice. “I was imagining it was you touching
me. I couldn’t believe it when I saw you watching, and now I wish… I wish
you hadn’t left”. I remembered the sudden impression of my tongue on her hard
nipple and realized she had been thinking and feeling the same thing. A mental
video of the scene began playing in my head, only this time it was indeed me
that was giving her pleasure. A powerful stirring in my groin brought me back
to the present, and I looked down to see my excitement becoming quite visible
beneath the thin t-shirt. She followed my gaze, and gave a soft sigh when she
saw what was happening. “Am I the cause of that?”, she asked, a rhetorical
question if ever I heard one. We both stared as if hypnotized as my cock
became fully erect and the head slowly appeared above the t-shirt edge. I in-
stinctively started to cover myself, but she said “No, please… I’ve never
really seen one in the light, and never this big”. Now I’m no John Holmes, so
she was either very naive or a clever flatterer. At any rate, I liked the
sound of it, and I slowly pulled the t-shirt away. Her new-found boldness
encouraged me, too, so I said “Why don’t you take a closer look, then?”. She
sat down beside me, staring all the more at my rigid pole. “Isn’t that uncom-
fortable?”, she asked with a smile. “Well, there are ways to make it go away.
They take a little time and effort, but I think I can promise you’ll find them
well worth it”, I said with only half a smile. I could see her nipples also
becoming erect through the thin material of her bikini, and I imagined that
she was getting a little wet.

Her hair was in a ponytail, and I made our first contact by undoing it and
smoothing it out until her hair looked the way it had before. Not wanting to
rush things, I gently turned her away from me and began to massage her neck
and shoulders gently. “Mmmmm…I like that” was all she said, but her sighs
encouraged me to proceed. I lay her face-down on the towel and began to give
her a good backrub, something my ex-wife claimed I was the absolute champ at.
I used a mixture of firm kneading and soft caress, a tactic I knew was highly
effective in relaxing muscles while building sexual tension. Her wonderful
breasts were hidden from view, but I feasted my eyes on her ass, the one she
claimed was too big. My rubbing gradually approached her hips, but I made both
of us wait for that. I’d get almost there and then wander elsewhere. After
a few times of this she began to moan softly and wiggle her rear everytime
my hands approached. Still I waited; we had all day.
“You’re a tease!” she breathed, and I answered that I was also teasing myself.
Finally I slid my hands under the bikini bottoms and slowly pulled them down
as she raised her hips to assist me. Her lovely ass was fully exposed to my
eyes and hands. I enjoyed the sight for a moment, and noticed a hint of her
natural scent. My head began to swim as I softly caressed each firm cheek.
No pretense of massage remained as I bent down to kiss the gorgeous globes.
My tongue traced a slow line along the juncture of hip and thigh and she
squirmed. As I neared the cleft she groaned and tried to turn over to give me
better access. “No, no…not yet”, I said as I continued my oral caresses. I
worked my way down her inner thigh until it began to tickle, and then reversed
course until I was at the back of her neck. Her hands came around and
unfastened the top, and I took advantage of this by licking my way down
from her shoulder blade to the side of her breast, again preventing her from
turning over. Quite a bit of her breast was accessable though the nipple was
buried in the towel. I licked and kissed what I could reach, and she began
to wiggle her rear with impatience. I responded by laying full-length on top of
her with my hard cock nestled between her cheeks. My hands probed under her
until they found her full breasts, and I alternated between kissing her neck
and nibbling her ear. She really began to squirm and moan at that, and I
enjoyed the friction of her cheeks against my cock. “Better be careful”, I
thought to myself. “One slip and I’d be inside her, and it’s too soon”.

I rolled over on my back, taking her with me and turning her around to face
me. We had our first kiss as she lay on me, and the feel of her warm tits
rubbing on my chest was the stuff of dreams. I felt my penis slip between her
legs and press into her pubic hair, another dangerous situation. I rubbed my
hard cock against her lips and clit a few times, and was rewarded by a groan
full of expectation. “No, not yet”, I said, but it took all my resolve to get
off of her instead of taking her right then. She made a sound of frustration,
but my eager kisses put a stop to that. My hands cupped her breasts as we
kissed, and they felt just as good as I had imagined. I had to taste them now!
I kissed and licked my way down her face and neck, and she groaned loudly
when she saw my destination. Her nipple jutted out so firmly it reminded me of
my turgid cock. I approached it the same way I had her ass, teasing my way
closer and closer. It became a playful game between us…so close but not
quite there…my tongue covered her entire breast in its rambling but never
reached the tantalizing center. When I finally did take it into my lips she
arched her back with a deep sigh and began to caress the back of my head. I
rolled the firm berry between my lips, lightly caressing it with my tongue.
When I took it gently between my teeth and lightly tugged she cupped her
other breast in her hand and began to pet it too. Not wanting to let it feel
ignored, I kissed and sucked it too while she held it for me. This was one of
the most erotic scenes I could imagine. I looked into her eyes and saw the
same love there that I was feeling for her, and we kissed again, much more
sweetly and tenderly this time.

My tongue resumed its journey as I slowly worked my way down her body.
She gasped and squirmed when I probed her navel, both because it tickled and
because she knew where I’d go next. When I reached the first few golden hairs
I took them between my teeth and pulled lightly. She giggled at this, but when
I moved a little lower she suddenly tensed. “You don’t have to do that”, she
said. Her tone of voice made it clear that she was afraid I was going to do
an unpleasant duty. “Oh, but I WANT to! Don’t you like it?”, I asked as I
grazed a little lower. “I don’t know. It’s only happened in my dreams”, she
sighed. “I’m afraid you’ll think it’s gross or something”. “Far from it”, I
answered as I looked at her pussy for the first time. Sparse, downy blonde
bush, with small, coral-pink lips. Like the rest of her, it looked “delicate”.
Her womanly scent and the wetness of her lips and surrounding hair was further
proof of her arousal. “You’re beautiful”, I said, as I worked my tongue down
along the side of her lips, avoiding her clitoris for now. Finally I put my
tongue between her lips directly over her vagina. Slowly I worked my way
upward, tongue flicking back and forth. I ran my hands under her ass and
craddled each full cheek, and as I neared her clit I could feel her muscles
tense in anticipation. She was sighing softly, but as I reached her clit and
began to lightly lap at it she began to moan. “Oh, yessss…that’s so good….
even better than I dreamed!”. Her hands went again to the back of my head,
pulling me closer to the source of her pleasure. Ever the tease, I left her
clit and descended again to her opening. My fingers spread her lips as I
speared my tongue as deeply as I could. So tight! I didn’t know how I was
going to manage getting my cock in, but I was certainly looking forward to
finding out! A finger replaced my tongue as I headed back to her clitoris.
I began to lick her in earnest as my finger slowly stroked her vagina. Her
flow increased, and my cheeks and chin were soon wet with it. She needn’t have
worried that I’d find it “gross”: she tasted wonderful!

My tongue went into high gear, and it wasn’t long before she showed signs
of approaching orgasm. “Ummm…don’t stop…I think I’m going to…yesss…I’m
… ohhh…I’ve never… ahhh…”; this and other incoherent cries reached my
ears as I urged her closer and closer. I reached up and cupped a breast, and
looked her in the face as she went over the edge. Her expression of delight
and surprise were something to see, making my hard cock pulse in pure lust.
Again she reached for her other breast, this time making a vain attempt to
suck her own nipple as she came. I almost came myself at the sight of her!
Her vagina spasmed firmly around my finger as we rode out her climax together.
I licked and softly kissed her lips as she slowly released the tension in her
back and legs; I knew she’d be too sensitive for me to continue stimulating
her clit. My consideration for her overrode the impulse to bury my straining
penis in her, so I lay next to her and hugged her tightly as she relaxed.

“That was…you were… fantastic!! I’ve never come before with anyone
else, only… my fingers. Your tongue felt so good!!”, she breathed. “Nobody
else ever cared enough about my pleasure to do anything like that. Thank you
for caring about me”. “No, don’t thank me; believe me when I say `was my plea-
sure’!”, I said, and followed it with a loving kiss. She made a sound in her
throat that almost sounded like a purr. She reached out and tentatively
stroked my cock, which responded with a twitch. “I think it likes you”, I
said with a grin and a not-so-subtle hint that she get to know it better.
“Mmmm… and I like it!! But it looks so cold and lonely.”, she responded. We
both grinned at that, considering the tropical heat. “Well, where could we
warm it up?”, I asked. Her answer was nonverbal as she slowly kissed her way
down my chest. She was more merciful than I, and didn’t torment me for long.
Her hand cupped my scrotum as her soft tongue began winding its way up my
shaft. The touch of wet tongue on rigid, almost-achingly hard penis was like
ice and fire, and I waited with held breath as she approached the head. She
licked the ultra-sensitive spot just below the head, and then slowly took me
between her lips. I thought I’d die right then! The sight of her innocent face
engulfing my cock, her lips sliding up and down, and the feel of her velvety
mouth on my glans was more exciting than anything I’d ever known! About 90
seconds of this was all I could take; I had a better place to deposit my load
in mind. I pulled myself slowly from her lips, and she gave me a knowing look
as my penis left her mouth. “I’ve never done that before, either. Did I do
okay?”. She knew full well she did better than okay! “You must be a natural!”,
I said as I pulled her to me for a kiss. “No, I think it’s because I love
you”. It didn’t immediately register with me that she’d said that. I was
looking at my wet cock and thinking it was about to get even wetter. When her
words finally hit me they were like a drug. “Did you say you love me?”, I
asked in disbelief. “Yes, I do. I know it seems too soon, but I’ve been
thinking about you for a long time now. I hope I haven’t scared you away”. She
couldn’t look me in the eye, and I realized she was afraid I’d reject her. My
heart swelled with feelings of protectiveness and love, and I hugged and
kissed away all her doubts and fears. A tear of joy rolled down her cheek, and
I licked it away tenderly.

All this time my cock was poking her in the bellybutton, demanding
attention. “Yeah, love is fine”, it seemed to say “but *I* need relief. Now!”
“Poor thing…it looks cold again. I have just the place for it”, she purred
as she straddled my waist. “This is it!”, I thought as she guided my throbbing
penis to her wet entrance. She looked me in the eyes as she slowly settled
down, my cock slipping deliciously into the tightest, smoothest pussy I’d ever
been in. About half-way down she stopped and began slowly to lift off. We both
sighed as my cock came all the way out. “I just wanted to do that again!” she
breathed as she slid back down, this time all the way. I watched her face
contort in pleasure as she began to slowly work me in and out. I couldn’t
believe how velvety soft and moist she was! She fit me like the tightest glove
but the friction was smooth and almost liquidy. As she speeded up I realized
I couldn’t take much more of this and I regretted that I wouldn’t last long
enough for her to come again. It just felt too good to resist! As I felt the
urge to come grow, I was surprised to hear her gasp “Ohhh! I’m gonna come
again!! It’s sooooo good!!”. I pulled her down so I could suck her nipples,
and as I took one in my mouth she cried out as her climax seized her.
Amazingly, I was able to hold off from coming myself as she rode me while her
vagina clenched and massaged my cock with her orgasmic contractions. Her
back arched so hard I feared she’d break her spine. Finally she slumped
forward in release, kissing me between ragged breaths. She knew I hadn’t come,
so she made little grinding motions to keep me “interested” while she caught
her breath. Boy, was I ever interested!

After a few minutes (which seemed like forever!) I rolled her over on her
back and looked down at her. Most men would probably consider her “cute”
rather than pretty, but to me she was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Hair wild, face red, body wet with our sweat… she was adorable! Her woman
scent was much stronger now, and her pussy looked much redder and fuller. I
couldn’t resist going down on her again; her clit was even more sensitive now,
and it didn’t take long to work her up again. I was going to make her come
again, but she firmly pulled me up, saying “It’s your turn now!”. I didn’t
argue with her; I lifted her legs until her ankles rested on my shoulders and
began to rub the head of my cock against her lips. We both groaned as it
parted her and slid inside. The initial entry always feels so good…I had to
pull out several times just to do it again. I looked down and watched myself
stroke in and out slowly. I was teasing myself this time, trying to prolong
our coupling, though the fire building inside me made it plain that I couldn’t
delay much longer. I pulled almost clear out and made shallow strokes, so that
only the head penetrated her. The sight of her lips caressing the head as it
withdrew, as though they were trying to pull it back in again, was like a wet
dream. I slowly ran it all the way in, using my muscle control to make it
twitch inside her. She answered by contracting her pussy around me, and I lost
the will to tease any longer. I began to build up speed and depth until we
could hear the wet, sucking sound of our friction. “I want you to come for me,
to come IN me. Fill me up with it!”, she cried. I increased my efforts to do
just that. Her vagina was like a living milking machine, thirsting and drawing
my come. It felt so damn good to be inside her that I wanted it to never end.
End it would, and soon! The pressure built until I felt like a boiler ready to
explode! I knew I’d shoot into her like a firehose, and I wondered briefly
whether she’d be able to feel the come eruption.

“Do it, my darling! Come inside me! I want it to flood me! Oh…yes…give
it to me now!”. A few more powerful thrusts and she began to come. “Uhhh…
Uhhh…yes…kiss me, darling, while we come! Oh! Oh!”. We kissed passionately
as her third climax overtook her. The contractions of her vagina sent me over
the edge, and I buried my cock as deeply as possible in her while the come
exploded out of me like flaming liquid bullets. “Yes, yes!! I feel it! It’s so
hot!” she said between kisses. I groaned as each spurt of come burned its way
through my shaft and into her eager pussy. No climax I’d ever had had been so
intense or lasted so long! It felt like every drop of fluid in my entire body
was being emptied into her. Her vagina continued to gently milk my penis, and
I realized she too was still coming. I couldn’t believe how good our timing
had been and how long our climaxes were lasting. Our spasms finally stopped
and we sighed together in release and contentment.

I was so tired I had to rest my weight on top of her, but she didn’t seem
to mind at all. As we rested and regained our breath we exchanged tender
kisses. “That was wonderful! I’m sorry this couldn’t have happened sooner. So
much wasted time!”, she whispered. I kissed her again and said, “Well, we’ll
just have to make up for lost time”. “Ummm, yeah…lots of making up!”, she
answered with a smile filled with promise.