Catharsis: or, Paradise Found (MF)

   It was so nice to finally get away. The pandemic had everyone feeling a bit stir crazy, and with things
settling down, everyone was feeling ready to try anything to feel alive. This was no adventure vacation, though; this was an all inclusive, white sand beach, island recharge time. Everyone’s kids were all back home with different grandparents, (at least partly) out of mind. It was just us and my sister-in-law; her husband had decided this wasn’t for him and took off to climb a mountain or something instead. He tended to do that. She would never say anything to anyone, and tried not to let on, but it was pretty clear what she thought of this.
   The three of us were staying in a little two-bedroom cabana with a slice of private beach a short
distance from the main resort. Every night you could fall asleep to the gentle lapping of the waves and rustling of the palm trees… That is, if there weren’t muffled shouting just barely to be heard coming out one window and into another. She likely didn’t know we could hear. During the day she seemed OK, but there was a palpable tension, at least for us, like we had to walk on eggshells; and by the third morning my wife had had enough. ‘I just can’t relax like this,’ she told me in a huff over breakfast at the resort. ‘She’s obviously miserable, and since it’s just the three of us, it’s not like we can split up and do our own thing!’
   ‘Yeah,’ I said as I put down my cup. ‘Shitty.’
   ‘She needs to just chill out. We’re only here a week. What the fuck can we do about this?’ She chewed in frustration for a few moments. ‘I didn’t think I’d go here with family. But I just need you to deal with it.’ I choked on my coffee. ‘She knows we play out of bounds sometimes.’ The choking continued and I coughed some egg into a napkin. What the fuck? ‘I’m sure she’s thought about it.’ I was reeling. ‘Tell her I sent you back for a late birthday present I left with her. She’ll get it. If she doesn’t want to, she’ll just play dumb. I’ll go to the spa for a while.’
   Sometimes was one way of putting it; it was only once before, indeed it was a bit of a birthday surprise. There had been no weirdness afterwards between us. If anything, things had gotten a bit more active. I was nervous though, feeling like this was tempting fate. My wife’s expression and the way she said it didn’t really leave room for discussion here, though. We wrapped up breakfast and separated with a peck. I walked back towards the cabana, soft warm sand squishing between my toes. Whether she had fantasized about me that way I had no idea; I had certainly done so for her. My steps got a bit quicker, and I felt my shorts get a bit tighter.
   When I walked in, I could just see her feet stretched out on a lounger through the door to the little
balcony on the beach. As I got closer more of her slid into view; lithe legs curled slightly to the side, naturally tan skin glistening lightly from a glaze of tanning oil, skimpy black bottoms, a soft smooth tummy with some shiny tiger-striped stretch marks on her flanks… Then I stopped in my tracks as her
bare breasts slid into view; lightly tan lined, a touch more than a handful, not quite ‘perky’ but with shapely curves that certainly drew and captured the eye; small brown areolas fading into pinker nipples, soaking in the sun. Her neon teal bikini top was hung over the privacy screened rail next to her. Above her breasts was just a big floppy straw hat pulled down, covering her face and upper chest, ‘Hakuna Matata’ stitched on it in a flowing coral pink cursive script; and just a whisper of some sort of island music could be heard from beneath
   I gingerly backed up and made some noise at the fridge for a couple minutes, opening a pair of beers in what I meant to be a ludicrously loud way, before heading back. When I got there, she had the hat down over her bareness and was pulling out her earbuds, giving me a small smile with her full dark pink lips, almost purple, lips. The bikini top was closer to her now and on the edge of sliding off the railing; as if she’d grabbed it but let go. Her shoulder length black hair was in a half pony, leaving her ears and the graceful curve of her neck basking; the rest was hanging in waves from the last 3 days of salty beach breeze, some sun-bleached highlights starting to show. She glanced over round mirrored sunglasses at the beers. ‘Got one for me?’
   ‘It’s 5 o’clock somewhere’ I said with a forced chuckle, then immediately hated myself for it. Super
cool, dude. I handed it over, a few drops of bracing condensation dripping onto her glistening smooth thigh as I did so, and then sat in the lounge chair across from hers.
   ‘Where’s my sister?’ she asked.
   ‘She said she was going to the spa for the morning, but she sent me back. She said there was a birthday present for me she left with you?’ She was inscrutable behind her shades now as she took a long drink from the bottle. It seemed to last forever.
   ‘Did she’ she said, licking her lips and then lowering the bottle to her armrest. She lifted and
held the sunglasses up, her almond eyes inscrutable. ‘Did she say what it was?’
   ‘She didn’t. I think maybe it was really something more for you than me. To cheer you up.’ I said, off
script. Idiot.
   After a second, she dropped her shades back down, moved the bottle to the table next to her, and
then the big hat fluttered down to the worn wooden boards; I could see her nipples already looked a bit firmer than when I had stumbled upon her. ‘Oops.’
   I walked over and sat on the edge of empty lounger next to her. Bottle still in hand, I leaned over and
tapped it, sprinkling some more icy drops up her belly and then between her breasts. She gasped softly and her nipples started to tighten further; then I touched the right one with the bottle, rubbing in a circle for a few seconds, and I saw it turned into solid, pink, glistening candy. I put the bottle down
and fondled her other breast while I leaned across. The nipple started cold in my mouth but quickly warmed. I could taste the coconut tanning oil. Her hands were in my hair. I started kissing around the breast and then moved up her neck towards her ear, her neck arching back and a muffled moan escaping her bitten lip. My hand searched down her soft smooth belly, warm from the sun, and
started stroking her over her bottoms, still kissing near her ear and gently rolling her nipple with my other hand. Her body slinked beneath me. She wrapped her arms around my shoulder and neck gently, to get them out of the way and let me work. After a couple minutes I could feel the wetness sopping through her bottoms and slid my fingers down inside the waistband. Her clit was warm and
engorged between soft smooth labia, and it was easy to know where to apply a stroking pressure with my thumb. I gently slid in a curve with my finger, reaching just into her wetness, then probing further and rubbing her G-spot. Her hips were rolling now, gently pushing back against my touch.
   I kissed my way down her warm, earthy, coconut-perfumed neck, chest, belly and gently kissed her inner thigh. She was biting her lip and looking down at me through those mirrors. I broke her gaze and pulled the thong bottoms aside, kissing her moist dusky labia. No coconut here; her taste was slightly sweet, a hint of maybe floral notes? Lots of fruit on the beach has side benefits, I guess. I opened her gently, revealing a bright pink treasure, and moved from gentle kissing to flicking, stroking, caressing, or gently sucking, as my whims took me, always focusing on her almost throbbing clit. Her legs moved in a twitch and I wrapped my arms around her thighs, holding her tight against me as her fingers still ran through my hair.
   ‘I want you inside me,’ she groaned. She gently pushed me off. ‘Lay down,’ she said. I did as I was
told. She looked and saw my own wet spot, giving a little laugh before pulling my swim shorts off. Without another word she mounted over me reverse cowgirl; there was just enough room for all the legs on the chair, thankfully. She wiggled her soft, mocha-brown ass as she smirked back at me, then reached down, pulling her thong to the side with one hand and firmly guiding my rock-hard
cock into her wet, tan-lined tightness. Her lips parted and eyes closed as I slid in, more and more stroke by stroke until there was no more to give. Then it was my turn to writhe. It was like I could feel every inch of her in this position, and I certainly wanted to. The sun glistened off my wet shaft each time she came up, and her bright pink pussy would peek into view as her inner lips gripped me; but just as often she’d rock back and forth, or side to side; or all of it together. I certainly couldn’t keep track. ‘Spank me’ she moaned, and I did. ‘Harder!’ and oh did I, leaving a glistening red handprint.
   My mistake was watching her ass shapely ass and pussy fuck me for too long without a break to look
away. Then it was only a matter of time. ‘I’m gonna cum,’ I panted.
   ‘Good’ she said and changed her rhythm, now grinding slower and harder; one hand reached around and she started playing with her clit.
   ‘Fuck, should I pull out??’ I groaned.
   ‘No’ she moaned, ‘put it in me.’ Not that I could have stopped at this point. I felt the hot
ropes slide through me as I pulsed over and over inside of her before collapsing back. Ignoring me, she continued her new rhythm, clearly meant mainly for her. I watched, savouring these moments, as I saw her face in profile over her shoulder as it screwed up, and then felt as her pelvic muscles contracted onto me even tighter. She gave one last long groan and then slid off and collapsed onto my chest.
   ‘Towel?’ she panted. We laughed as I reached for one.

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