Tropical delights



   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 successful 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 (probably 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 immediately,  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 second.

   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 hard-on.

  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 latemorning 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  understanding 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
selfesteem.  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
thinking?". "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 instinctively 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
uncomfortable?",  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 pleasure'!", 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.

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