Private Island

I see by the poll that is being done here on MH that romantic interludes on the beach are a favorite. I have to agree. A few years back, I wrote a fantasy story to send to my wife while I was gone. One day she sent me an e-mail saying she wished she could run away and live on an island. So for some strange reason, I researched private islands. Believe it or not, there a lot of them for sale out there. I found a number of them off the Florida coast, some even at a price an average person could afford. Armed with that knowledge, I went about writing the story, though my character chose just to rent.

We gazed at each other in anticipation as we took the boat ride out to our private island. We had rented the whole thing for a week; the house, beach, and ocean were all ours. The owners had listed the place online, and the video and pictures looked wonderful. There would be no interruptions; a short wave radio in case of an emergency would provide our only contact with the world outside our isle.

When we got dockside, our guide took us up to the house and showed us around. There was a beautiful bedroom that opened to the most dramatic ocean view a person would ever want, and the pool also overlooked the sea. The whole place was just fantastic! The lines between inside and outside blurred, and we found the warm subtropical air breezing through the open plan so relaxing. As we toured the house, others unloaded the last of the food we ordered and our bags and brought up to the house. The guide asked us one more time if we had any questions before they all left. We said no, and with that, he replied he would see us in a week. He told us we were completely alone with nobody around for miles. We were free to do whatever came naturally. With a wink, he disappeared.

All alone. What should we do first? I voted we change and go native. You agreed, but domestic native was more like it. We got out of our travel clothes and into something more suitable for island living. I chose shorts and flip-flops. No underwear, of course. Let the cool breeze blow. You came out close to native with shorts and a loose-fitting cotton top. You only had two buttons buttoned, which barely kept it closed. I had no doubt you were braless; that was evident right off. Your nipples had grown stiff from the breeze and very visible through the top. I assumed you wore nothing under the shorts, either.

We made a salad and some appetizers to snack on and enjoyed the ocean view. The sound of the waves relaxed us. As we grazed and sipped our wine, from time to time, I’d get a very intoxicating view of your ample cleavage.

After we ate, we walked out by the pool. The sun was getting low in the sky as we drank our wine and held hands. We would kiss from time to time between words. Finally, you suggested we go for a stroll down the beach. We set our empty glasses down and headed down the stairs.

The shore belonged to us, not another soul around. We paused for a firm embrace and some intense, passionate kissing—the kind that really warms things up. We kissed like newlyweds do, stirring a desire for much more.

When we finished, we began to walk down the beach, hand in hand, without a care to be found. All of a sudden, you reached up and unbuttoned your last two buttons. You proclaimed the top was way too restrictive for a beautiful place like this. Your blouse blew open in the breeze, exposing your breasts. With a giggle, you took it off and threw it in the direction of the stairs we came down just a few minutes prior.

“I’ll get that on the way back. You don’t have a shirt on; why should I?” you said.

I thought, “Okay!”

Then you grabbed me and held me close. We were kissing and holding each other like it was the first time. My bulge was more than obvious now. Off we walked, free and breezy. I thought the whole native thing was not too far over the horizon.

We stopped and sat down so we could watch the sun disappear for the day. We held each other tight. Our bare chests felt so free as we touched. We kissed so passionately that we almost missed the sunset.

Our heated exchange on the beach gave way to a dusk stroll back to the house. Then I suggested it was pool time. We could light a few torches and enjoy the night, a well-received idea.

We got back and lit up some torches for mood lighting. Then I came close and said, “I’m going in for a dip now.” With that, I dropped my shorts and stood there naked. I reached down and unsnapped yours and let them fall to the pool deck. Much to my delight, you too were now bare. I guess it was time for the natives to go swimming.

In we jumped. The cool water flowed over our naked bodies. We paddled around and chased each other like a couple of kids. The nice thing was that you let me catch you from time to time and rewarded me with deep, passionate kissing. Plus, you allowed my hands to roam about your soft body. Touching your skin excited me so, as did the way you would run your hands all over me. You gave plenty of attention to my growing manhood.

Then you left the pool. Your sensuous curves looked so inviting as you walked up the stairs leading out of the water. Then you came over and sat on the edge of the pool, letting your legs dangle into the water.

I paddled about for a while, stopping from time to time to look back at your naked body.  The glow from the torches outlined your form, your breasts pointing skyward. I took it all in like it was for the first time.

I decided to come over to where my beautiful wife was. Then I slowly slipped between your legs, and you parted them for me. I pulled you closer to the edge, not able to hold back anymore. I wanted to taste your sweetness. My tongue began a journey up and down your inner thigh. Your soft skin against my tongue gave me so much pleasure. Then I stopped at the top, the sweetest place of all. I took in your scent, then drove my tongue into you and started to pleasure you.

Moans of approval greeted me as I licked you. I heard your excitement grow. Then you sat up and leaned over. In a low voice, you told me to come out of the water. You greeted me as I climbed out of the pool, then took the towel and patted me dry. Once again, we deeply kissed as we explored each other as if for the first time. Then we headed for the bed.

The large bed felt soft on our naked skin as we lay intertwined with each other. The doors were open, so it felt like we were lying outside. The sounds of the ocean serenaded us as our embrace gave way to our hands roaming over each other’s bodies.

Then I rolled over on top of my sexy wife and gently entered you. Our flesh became one as we made slow passionate love to each other. Then we drifted off to sleep, holding each other close in the fresh ocean breeze.

This felt like true paradise for us, both on the island and in each other. This week was going to go by way too fast.