Private Island Part 2

On the morning of our second day, I got up and let you sleep. You looked so peaceful lying there in the fresh, relaxing ocean air. I went for a shower. We had an outside one that was open to the wonderful view. It was like showering in the rain out in nature.

I decided to go native after my shower, only toweling off some before heading to the kitchen. While I started to cook something for us, you came in wearing a sheer wrap that left nothing to the imagination. But you couldn’t tell I was naked yet because of the kitchen island.

When you came around to kiss me you soon found out the truth. You felt so good to me when we held each other. Our hands began to roam over each other as we kissed.

Then you said, “That is an interesting outfit you have on.”

I asked you to try it yourself as you were almost there already.

“I might,” you replied. Then you disappeared.

I heard the shower water running. When it shut off, you reappeared in the kitchen. You hadn’t totally joined me in nakedness yet because you had on a tiny G-string, but that was it. The ocean breeze had your beautiful nipples hard and so inviting.

You sat down and we ate. Your breasts were so beautiful as you sat across from me. It was difficult to remember to take the next bite.

“What next?” you asked.

I said beach, of course. We started to head for the sand when I stopped and said, “Wait a minute! Sunscreen.”

“What?”

“Sunscreen.”

I went and grabbed some. Then the fun began. Starting with your back, I moved down gradually, taking plenty of time rubbing it onto your bare ass. Then I went on to your legs. I worked my way back up, not only applying the sunscreen but adding a good massage of all your body. When I finally got to your breasts, I took extra care to rub it in really well.

Then it was your turn. By the time you were done, I was nice and hard. I stopped you and made sure that part was skipped. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea; I was a bit concerned about sunburn there.

Down the stairs, we went, and onward to the beach. Hand in hand, all but naked except for your G-string, we strolled. I would stop from time to time so that I could hug you from behind. Your ass felt so good on my bare cock. I told you it needed some shade, a comment you met with a grin.

We finally found an inviting place to stop and spread out our towels. Bare butts and beach sand are not a good combination. We stretched out and then rolled toward each other. Our embrace felt so good, our bare skin next to each other. The sound of the ocean surrounded us, intensifying the sense of being just us.

It was time for a dip in the ocean. As we stood up, I reached over and gave your G-string a tug. I said it was time for this to go away. Meeting no resistance, I took it off of you, then over to the water we went.

We waded into the water as the waves crashed over us. I must say the ocean was rather cool even on such a warm day. Once we got in about shoulder deep, we came close to each other. You wrapped yourself tightly around me, and I felt your legs come up and enfold me. The water made it easy to hold you up. As I moved further out into the depths, your breasts rose and fell with the waves. Feeling you like this, I began to grow again.

You let go and paddled away. I swam after you, and we wrestled with each other playfully in the water. Our bodies made contact and then broke it; we repeated our play over and over.

Then we decided to leave the water. As we exited, we grabbed each other’s hands and waded to shore. The further out of the water we got, the closer we came to each other until we were touching again.

We went over to the towels and lay down next to each other. I rolled over close to you, and we kissed deeply. When our lips broke contact, I continued to kiss down your neck. You tasted of the ocean and heat. Lower and lower I went with my kisses, pausing at your breasts to give each one of them the attention they craved. Your nipples, hard from the excitement and the cool ocean breeze, stood full and erect as they reached for the open blue sky.

I continued lower across your soft belly, teasing you with every slow, deliberate kiss. You pulled me around so you had access to me. I felt your hands on my ass, caressing it. Then, as I kissed you even lower, I felt you begin to rub my balls gently. My lips traveled to the tops of your legs, and you spread them open so I could kiss you between them. I dropped kisses, soft and light, until I reached your waiting pussy. The smell of fresh sea air mixed with your scent filled my nose with anticipation.

Then I felt your hand on my cock. You started to stroke me slowly, making me so hard. Your hands excited me with every touch. My kisses changed to long lashes of my wet tongue across your pussy. You responded by spreading your legs even more to let me better serve you. Then I felt your mouth on my cock. It was so warm, and I felt so full against your lips. They rubbed across the head of my cock, and then I slid in and out of your mouth.

As I started to work my tongue faster and faster, your hips rose to meet my head bobbing up and down between your legs. Your muffled moans of pleasure rose while your sucking made my cock so excited!

I focused the action of my tongue on your clit; it swelled with pleasure as I flicked it. Faster my tongue went. I could hardly stay focused because your wiggles of joy distracted me. Gently, I sucked on your clit and held it with my lips.

You took me out of your mouth so you could breathe hard and scream with pleasure. It was so overwhelming to know we could be as loud as we wanted with our passion. Nobody else was around to hear our sounds of excitement. Your shouts of passion only made me want to lick you more. Faster and faster my tongue worked your clit.

Then, like the waves crashing on the shore, your orgasm came over you. Your passion only encouraged me to do more. My tongue went from your clit to full strokes on your pussy then back again. It explored every possible place you have. Your fresh salty taste, the open beach, and the total lack of boundaries made it even more intense.

Finally you begged me to stop. You were spent with excitement. I moved back around to face you and hold you in a tight embrace as we coasted back down.

“What next?” you asked.

As much as I was ready to finish with long, deep lovemaking, I wanted to wait. Plus I was getting concerned about the amount of sun we’d exposed ourselves to already. It may all be good for the natives, but not me. So we got up, collected our towels, and started our walk back to the house. I had some rather fun ideas of ways for me to finish. But that, as they say, is for another story.