Despite the urge to just lay around the resort on our first full day in Ubud, book a massage or spa service, and just sleep, we decided to meet our jetlag head on with a vigorous hike through the rainforest to one of the many waterfalls of Bali. We only had ten days of honeymooning in Asia, and while that is quite a lot of time, so is twenty plus hours of flying. Luke had to violate his travel rule, but only by a day: nights spent at a destination must be greater than half the travel time in hours. He was willing to make the small compromise, especially if he got to ravish his new bride’s body all over a newly added continent to his travels. Setting foot on Asia would get my new husband one step closer to his dream of touching all seven continents. For most travelers, it’s the desolate and frigid Antarctica that eludes them, but Luke touched the icy bottom of the world on just his second trip out of the States. It wasn’t until he impulsively booked a jaunt to Sydney from Hawaii that he thought he could accomplish every wanderlust’s dream of visiting all the planet’s continents. Asia was number six. Only Africa remained.
I slipped a ridiculously detailed crochet teal swimsuit cover over my two-piece. The black bottoms peaked through the woven material as tassels hung from the bottom of the cover, tickling my delicate thighs. The large purposeful holes, a remnant of the crochet, left glimpses of my ivory skin and ebony bikini visible to the world. Tassels not only adorned my legs, but my arms as well. My ginger hair stopped neatly above my curvy breasts and to one side. The crochet was almost like mesh, only more translucent. The sides hugged my body in a loose fashion, emphasizing my hourglass shape, but not restricting of movement. I was fucking sexy and knew it! Luke couldn’t keep his eyes off me as he dressed in less complicated swim shorts and an orange tee. I packed my pink tote with a few of the fruits off the table, three bottles of water, an oversized beach towel, and my mobile to take pictures of our first adventure as a married couple.
Luke put his hands on each side of my body, pulled me in, and said, “I love you Mrs. Addison.”
I replied, “Oh. I love you too, Mr. Addison.”
We laughed as we broke our kiss. My lipstick flavor was cherry. Moments later we held hands as we meandered through the resort and toward the lobby. I gave a Balinese greeting, hands pressed and a slight bow, to Nengah as they strolled through the expansive commons area.
I whispered, “She’s kinda hot, don’t you think?”
Luke slyly replied, “Entrapment, your honor.”
We laughed again and took the path just west of the resort, the one with the pebbled gravel that disappeared into the dense jungle landscape. We strolled, hands touching, along the manicured trail until it transformed into a worn path just off the property line of the resort. We heard the rustle of the canopy as two monkeys tethered and chased each other through the treetops. The sounds of birds and frogs were plentiful and soon the trickling sound of water drowned the noises of the local fauna. Another path spurred from the one we were on. We turned to the right and followed the lesser worn trail toward the sound of falling water. A quarter mile later, the trail seemingly dead ended.
I sighed, “Well, this is mildly disappointing.”
I got no answer and looked to see my husband inspecting the ivies and the trees that seemingly blocked their path. The sound of the water grew louder and louder as we walked, but it appeared our voyage was stymied.
Luke exclaimed, “This way. I found it.”
The path that had disappeared continued through the jungled barrier. I followed my husband, holding his hand as he led the way through the ivy-covered branches of the shorter trees that failed to reach the canopy. Suddenly, the expanse gave way into a clearing of golden sand that surrounded a natural pool.
I gasped, “Oh my god. That is beautiful.”
Water cascaded off the cliffs high above and into the pool just forty yards from the forgotten path. There wasn’t a soul in sight. The water was a clear turquoise, churned and filtered by nature. Beyond the single falls seemed to be a cave of sorts that went well beyond the pool. Splotches of blue and green algae dotted the sides of the cliff where midst from the plunging falls sprayed upon the stone walls. I dropped my bag on the sand, put my hands on my hips, and just stared at the beauty of nature’s creation. Luke watched, and slowly took his phone from his pocket, and snapped a picture of his wife marveling at the waterfall. I know because he posted online later. The sun danced off the cascading water and onto my hair, making it appear more red and shinier than it was. He walked up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed my neck.
“Happy Honeymoon. Glad we didn’t stay at the resort?”
I replied, “Yes!”
I turned around and kissed him. His hands wandered down my back and he squeezed my butt as our tongues mated. I touched him through his swim shorts and moved my lips from his mouth to his neck. Then, I broke free and sexily slipped off my crochet coverup, and twirled away from him. I stood at the water’s edge, now twenty feet away. My bikini was simple. Solid black with no frills. A strap on each shoulder held my top, letting my ample perky breasts fall perfectly. The bottoms were the same with plunging triangular fabric atop my buttocks. If it weren’t for the feel of the material, the bikini could easily be confused with a black bra and panty set.
I flirted, “Like what you see, Mr. Addison?”
Luke replied, “Why do you think I married it.”
I laughed at his lame attempt of humor, and, with the waterfall as my backdrop, slowly walked toward him. I maintained eye contact, with a stern and serious look, until I was inches from his face. I feinted a kiss, and dropped to my knees, sinking into the gold silica. I wasted no time in untying his trunks and looking up at him with big green eyes. He was already aroused by the semi-striptease in the sand, but now he was even more so.
I said, “Let’s see just how much you liked what you saw.”
I slowly slid his white trimmed navy swim shorts down. His erectness provided more resistance than the simple white string that held them up. His tool bounced like a springboard once his shorts were jerked down. I didn’t push them to the ground, but instead left them at his knees. I was eye level with my prize that stood parallel to the earth. I looked up him with submissive eyes, once more, and opened my mouth. Luke looked down and saw his new wife knelt before him. His eyes plumaged down the crevice between my breasts. My top bared all save the tiny pink nipples that dotted my breasts. He saw goosebumps cover my milky mounds as I took him into my mouth. I teased his spongy tip by swirling my tongue around it, barely touching it, almost grazing it. Then, I engulfed him. I let him pierce deep into my mouth, until I gagged, and then back out. I reached around, grabbed onto his smooth bare ass, and pulled him into me. I bobbed my head back and forth, eager to take him. He placed his hands on my head and helped pull me into him, forcing his member all the way down my throat. My lips reached his base and then I viciously pulled away.
Strings of saliva connected him to my lips as I once again looked up at him. My eyes practically begged for more. He knew it.
Luke demanded, “Open your mouth, you little nymph.”
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