So this story begins on a wonderful vacation, off in the islands somewhere. After a full day of sun and surf, the kids are all already snoozing away in the adjoining hotel room. Not enjoying the heat, I’m taking a cool shower to get more comfortable. Strolling out of the bathroom, a towel slung low around my waist, I call out babe once or twice as I pad across the thick carpeting of the suite. I hear you call “Out here” and finally find you out on the attached deck, watching the waves lap against the sandy beach as the moonlight rolls across the water.
“Hi babe” I say, nuzzling up behind you as you lean out over the railing. My arms wrap neatly around your shoulders, my hands clasping the iron railing on which your folded arms are resting. I give you a peck behind the right ear and whisper “I’m so glad we’re here, together”, to which you reply “Me too”, and return the quick kiss on my cheek. We sit for a few minutes, my head over your right shoulder, just watching the tranquil scene in front of us. A soft breeze kicks up now and again, blowing your hair across your face into your eyes. You try a few times to blow it our of the way, to no avail, so I reach around, gently tuck it back to the side, say “You know, this is the first time we’ve really been alone on the trip” and kiss you lightly on the lips. Both of our eyes close, vision black as we focus on the sensations coming from our lips and toungues intermingling. I kiss you a bit harder, inhaling deeply through my nose, the salty tang of the sea air mixing with the sweet taste of your mouth.
My hands grasp your hips, the thin material of the sarong belying how smooth your skin feels under my touch as I turn you fully to me. I press myself to you, sandwiching you between myself and the railing, nowhere to go. Not that you seem to want to; you’re returning my kisses just as fierce as mine begin, lips all over my mouth, cheeks and neck, the frequency of the slight moans and whimpers increasing with the flush spreading throughout your body. You gasp in my ear as I kiss your neck, my hands fumbling with the buttons on the light island shirt you’re wearing. Your hands grip my bare back, first up near my shoulders, then sliding down slowly, gripping here and there on the muscles tense with desire, until your fingers tuck beneath the towel and onto my ass. You squeeze again and again, the flexing of your hands and wrists slowly loosening the towel’s wrap around my waist until it falls to my feet, baring me in the moonlight for your touch.
“Mmmm that’s much better” I say, being freed from the restricting cloth and now pressing against your hot flesh. Having finished with the buttons on the shirt, I peel it off your shoulder to expose the remaining swimtop. Kissing down you neck, my hands undo the simple tie behind your neck, and the stretchy fabric falls aside, baring your breasts, full, round, beautiful globes that rival the moon shining down from above. You gasp slightly, short little ragged breaths as my mouth moves across your chest, quickly joined by my now free hands. My lips are giving soft, warm kisses, pressing gently into your skin, in a semi circle over the top and down the side of your left mound, until I quickly take the pebbly nipple into my mouth. A soft, pleasured “oohhhhhhhh” escapes your lips as I alternately suck and lick, your hands moving up into my hair, unable to decide if they’re guiding my movements or just playing. I kiss across your chest to the other side, sure to give it every bit of equal attention.
As I feel your skin flush against my face and your ever quickening pulse, I smile at the feel of a growing center of heat against which my chest is pressed. I leave your mounds, glistening in the night air, and you protest for a split second….until you realize my intention. Now the hands in my hair have a purpose, helping guide me down to your center, the throbbing heat and moisture calling to me. My lips trail every so lightly over your skin, your words barely above a whisper “oh yes, yes, further…” until my breath rolls across your shaved smooth mound, adding to its heat. As my soft kisses draw in to their target, your hands are firmly on my head, guiding me down, in…into that hot dampness. My tongue darts out, just nicking your throbbing clit and sending a shock through you. A stifled cry escapes your mouth as you bite your lower lip, simultaneously apprehensive and excited about having my mouth on you in such an open setting. But everything negative melts away as my tongue begins to explore your folds, probing between your lips, down, dipping into your hot entrance.
Now you are in control, with my head and furiously working mouth pinned between your hands and hips that are gyrating into me. I look up briefly to see your eyes closed and mouth open with silent cries of pleasure. You’re so wet and I love it, lapping up every bit I can, my face smeared with your sticky sweet juices. Both my hand have migrated to your backside, a tight grip to pull you onto my face as I do my work on you. But my right releases, slowly trailing around the curve of your hip, fingertip lightly brushing the crease at the top of your leg. I slowly tilt my face away, tongue out and still flicking periodically. I pull out and away from you, wait for you to turn down to look at me before slowly sucking one finger and then dipping it into you. You gush as the feeling of being entered, and I continue to stimulate you as I lick up sweet juice as it rolls down over my wrist.
Knowing that your now good and ready, I reach back and throw the towel down over the decking, laying back and pulling you down to me. Your legs already were straddling me to give me freer access, so you slowly drop to your knees, one hand now reaching in front, two fingers slowly rubbing your clit, keeping you on the high. Lower and lower, my fist wrapped around the base of my cock to steady it, you push down onto me, your lips spreading wide around my head as I dip inside. “Oh FUCK” you gasp loudly, not caring any longer who hears, your fingers rubbing faster and faster as you sink lower and lower, taking more of me in. Inch by inch, seeming like taking forever but lasting mere moments, you finally come to rest, ass on my hips, my length fully within you, and press you hands into my chest as you cum so hard you nearly black out.
Your back is arched but you’re leaning forward, trying to get my shaft to hit just the right spot within you as you continue to gush upon me. The sight of you in the throes of passion is driving me wild, and I can feel your pussy hugging and squeezing me, trying to milk that cock for all its worth. We’re a sticky, sloppy mess and we’re loving every fraction of every second of it, joined in pure pleasure together as one. The hot wetness and waves within you are starting to affect me, I start to thrust my hips upward on instinct. You reach back, gripping the balcony railing with each hand and pull off of me quickly, I start to protest but you settle back around me just as fast, now balanced on the balls of your feet on either side of me.
You’re in a position similar to riding a horse, and I’m ready to be your stallion, as we continue faster and harder, me bucking up into you and you bouncing up and down. I reach up and grab each mound with a hand, your rock hard nipples pressing into my palms as I squeeze and caress. I feel my length begin to swell, and my balls are tightening as your ass bounces off of them. I grab your arms to pull you down to me, one hand then moving around your back to hold you close while the other stays on your hip and ass to keep the pace. I moan “I cumming, oh fuck baby I’m going to cum so hard” then kiss you. Our lips lock and your breasts press tight to my chest as we mutually explode, my length throbbing as line after line of white-hot sticky seed shoots deep into you. I feel the flood from you, coating my shaft and balls, running all over me like a warm rush, invigorating my own orgasm knowing you got off so hard. I keep pumping up into you, my feet now braced on the base of the railing for leverage, pulling out until my head is just at the opening of your lips then sliding back in where I belong, over and over. Our combined juices are all over between us, lubricating our bodies as we slide against each other as we come down from the orgasmic peak of our lovemaking.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6qx5st/island_getaway_mf