She started to go into the bathroom to wash the funk off her pussy. “No, Don’t!” he demanded as he pulled her down onto his sun drenched chest. There were little flecks of sand embedded in the forest of his chest hair. “I like the taste of the ocean on you,” he explained and stripped off her bathing suit.
They were both tanned and red cheeked from the sun-filled days of tropical beach weather. “Hmmm, you taste so good,” he whispered as he rolled each nipple in turn in his mouth. She was aroused instantly by his dedicated attention as they both fell together on the bed.
They were sandy and sweaty from the sunscreen used to baste their skin for hours of reading, swimming, and gazing into the blue and green. They plunged into each other until the summit was reached.
She jumped up energized as he lay sated and brown in contrast to the the clean, crisp white sheets. “I’ll meet you in the shower,” she said.
They washed and rinsed each other, kissing here and there as they enjoyed the process…. Wrapped in fresh towels and sat out on the lanai to enjoy the evening breeze and a drink before dinner.
The luau was just beginning. They could hear the first strains of the steel guitar as a beautiful Polynesian boy came running through the garden lighting the tiki torches and blowing a conch… another day in paradise.
(First published 5/23/12)
