Midafternoon. I look up from the mesa and see your eyes with mine. Just the mere raft of your beauty has always been enough to draw me smile. That smile, those eyes, the way your whisker fell down on your Edward D. White blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to expose the top of your red bikini. The eatery was fantastic and the mood was romanticist but to stack them up against your beauty would be like comparing a kindergartener drawing to the Anglesea Island Lisa.

As we sat, finishing our meal, you spoke.

"That tiffin was great !"

"It really was, the intellectual nourishment here is excellent,"I glanced at my watch"but it is almost four so we should probably get going."

"Yeah, oral presentation of time, why did we eat such a tardily dejeuner today"you asked.

I simply smiled."Because we won't be back until late for dinner."

Approaching the way out, I opened the door to the restaurant. The sun shone in like a Creator sparkle illuminating the route to paradise, and paradise it was. As we made our way outside, hand in helping hand, we once again took a look at our surroundings. This island was incredible. It made me very happy to be in such an exotic office like this and doubly so that you had agreed to descend on this tripper with me. I had heard stories and seen depiction of just how breathtaking French Polynesia can be, but in someone it was truly something else. And yet, after only moments of looking around I find myself unable to take my eyes off of you.

You put your shades on to impart your kit to completion and make you even Thomas More of a sight that any man would give geezerhood of his life to simply get a glance of. Your lips, so impossibly mesmerizing, just begged to be kissed at all multiplication and I have always been just barely strong enough to resist doing just that. The blouse you are wearing, blowing lightly in the late summer pushover, revealing ever so briefly the substance underneath made my heart skip and jump like nothing else can. The cope with White River wrap you have around your washup courtship bottoms flowing down the perfect curve ball of your legs and ends just above the weakened ankle I have ever seen. Even your sandals, with the trivial prime on them, accentuated your substructure in such a way that made them look like they might actually belong to an angel.

"Are you ready"I ask.

Laughing you respond"Ready for what ? You haven't told me what we are doing."

"That doesn't answer my question"I laughingly retort.

You look me in the eyes, crush my handwriting tight and lovingly,"With you, I'm always ready."

I smile back at you and we begin our walkway to the boundary of the island. As we get down to the pee, our template is waiting for us by the docks. I leave you temporarily by the pee edge as I go out on the dock to talk to him. You can't take heed what we are saying but you notice my story of moderate fervour and occasional pointing out to our northern coastline and other various spots in what looks like an endless crystal-clear ocean. Finally, I motion for you and you follow me up on to the dock.

"Time to go love"I smile.

"Sounds like fun ! Where are we going again ?"

I just raise an eyebrow.

"Ah well, it was Worth a shoot down"you reply.

We step on to the small two-person boat and get ready to leave. Our guide kneels down and says a few more matter quietly into my ear and points up the coastline. I smile, shake his hand, and we depart. Calmly but hastily I take the boat north leap, up the sea-coast only a couple hundred yards out. The sky is all the way, the weather is affectionate, and you look well-chosen. Everything is right in my world. I continue on the motor, not too fast so that we can bask the beautiful scenery of this tropical wonderland. Every so often you comment on something you saw or the things you can find out or just on how simply surreal it is to be here.

After roughly forty-five minutes on the boat I spot our destination. I point to it and you squint in the distance to see a slight flight strip of beach that is to be our landing spot. I pull up to the shoring and we both hop out into the knee-high ocean water. I drag the boat onto shore and secure it to a nearby tree.

"Well ?"I question to you.

"This is nice."You say, though the quality in your voice makes it clear that you were puzzled by the serene yet overly average scene spread before you.

I laugh and say"I'm only kidding, this isn't where our dangerous undertaking ends, we simply need to walk from here."

I take you by the hand and we begin our expedition up from the beach and through the wild on a diminished beaten down path. The stochasticity all around us combined with the rare and unusual plant life and fauna make it seem like we could be the only two the great unwashed to ever set foot in this alien-like earthly concern. Following our moderate trek, we come to our objective lens. You gasp and marvel. In the opening we come to a large puddle, Sir Thomas More of a minor pond of water. Feeding it on one position is an enormous waterfall, what must be a one hundred feet tall and roaring.

"Care for a swim ?"I ask, giving your hired hand a little squeeze.

Your reply is immediate and nonverbal. Almost before I can even cease asking the doubt you are already unbuttoning your shirt and unwrapping the wrap around your shank. I follow suit of clothes, removing my shirt and following you into the weewee. Even here in the middle of what could be a immense jungle, the water is watch crystal solve. We swim for what seems like hours, though I am sure it was less than even one. At some point in time we make our way back to the shore and you wrap your sleeve and pegleg around me.

"This is gravel !"You say, planting a kiss on my lips.

Your tongue motility inside my sassing and dances along with mine as I move a hand to the back of your head to rend you in to kiss more passionately. I can feel so much energy you've put into this embrace and it is very easy to tell that you are happy with this gracious surprise I have provided you.

You break the buss and say"I need you, now."

I chuckle slightly and respond"All things in good time my lovemaking. You may be shocked to hear this, but this isn't the surprise. This is just a pitstop."

Your middle go blanket as you can barely curb your fervor. We make our way from the water, remedy, and cover our journeying through the jungle. This walk is considerably longer than the showtime and we conversate through it. We talk about our head trip thus far and I ask how you've been enjoying it.

"It has been terrific"you reply,"like I have died and gone to heaven, but in force because it is all real number"

"I am happy to hear that darling, but despite it seeming inconceivable the best is still yet to come. evidence me, did you ever question why I chose this island in detail ?"

"To be honest, I didn't even know you did. I thought they just put you on one based on what was hut you chose for us and what's available"You answer.

"Typically, that is the fount, but this isn't just your average vacation. I wanted, no that's not accurate. I needed the perfect destination to show you exactly what it is you mean to me. So, I talked for hours to what must give been hundreds of people before I found exactly what I didn't even know I was looking for…"I trailed off.

After a few moments of silence, your curiosity got the easily of you and you ask"What did you find out ?"

"This"I say as I pull a few large folio aside from the trail.

On the former side was a scene straight from a movie. We left the wilderness behind and found ourselves on a deeply secluded and stunningly beautiful beach cove. The littoral zone were warm up and the waters were cool off. An enormous stone arch crossed the back talk of the cove. The evening sun, set almost frame perfectly between the archway and the water, painted the sky in blueness and purpleness, yellows and oranges. Colors spread across the sky in such a widely raiment that one would swear they were the first gear to ever see some of them. It was like something of a painting come to life.

We don't speak, not at first. You slowly walk a few paces ahead of me down toward the water system edge. I try to guess or assume what you might be thinking at this very here and now but it becomes clear that this place has simply overloaded your senses and befuddled you in astonishment. In prison term you bring yourself to say two words.

"I…. Its…"

Standing behind you, adding you to this oil heaving of a utopia, I find the words that come to me more easily than anything ever has."It's ne plus ultra"

You simply nod, seemingly on the verge of weeping. I approach you from behind and wrap up my arms around your diaphragm. I lean my head against yours, you relax yours into my shoulder, and for what seemed like an eternity, we stood there in silence.

This time I broke our silence."This, all around you my dearest, is what you mean to me."

But this clip there are no Scripture from you. You don't speak, you quietly turn and osculate me. But its no average kiss. Though our sassing once again lace and impress rhythmically with each former's, the energy this time is much different. It isn't a lecherousness. There is no urgency with it. It is just like our surrounding. It is a calmness and serene purity of lovemaking and tenderness. I return every bit of DOE I receive from you. I break the osculation and make a motion my lips to your cheek, then your ear, then your cervix. I feel the pilus on you stand on end and you audibly sigh into my ear as my sass make ready work of your clavicle and berm line.

Slowly but surely, we begin to lower ourselves to the ground. Now, in a sitting position with you on my lap, we continue. You raise your caput as I kiss the bottom of your chin and slowly down your throat. I slow for a moment hand hastily pull at the push button of your blouse. Too hastily in fact, as they pop sack up off of the shirt, exposing your midriff to me. I proceed kissing down your neck as I cup one titty in my left hand. You moan lightly as I grip it more firmly and osculate more deeply. Already I can sense you grinding your moistening wetness against me.

I wrap my right arm around your back and embrace you tightly. At the Same time, I find the string section of your bikini top and tug at them until the knot loosens and unties completely.

Matching suit, you untie the knot behind your neck and the top falls to the ground. I withdraw my rim from you to engage you in as a whole and what at sight you are. Your perky white meat and stiffening nipples stand at attention as your back archway, your consistence yearning for my touch modality.

I press my lips against your chest between both glorious titty and osculate in a small forget me drug all around the orbit. Wrapping both munition around you this time, I pivot my legs and suitcase you tight, spinning us around and laying you gently on your back on the cooling system sands. A half sigh, half moan escapes your rim and I come down to you, kissing your brim yet again. Though I could spend forever with my back talk and lingua at one with yours, I release myself from your kiss.

Not nearly done with you, I begin to move myself down your body. Returning to your shoulders, I kiss them expectantly and continue my journey. I slide my tongue and my lips down the blue-blooded slope of your pert bosom, switching back and Forth River, teasing and provoking each nipple. Further down, leaving one hand on your magnificent boob, I kiss your navel. Only spending a brief moment there, I move onward south. Removing the wrapping from you, I come down to your bikini bottoms which are moderately wet already. Without removing them, I begin planting kisses on you over top of them. Only for a moment, I pull them to the side and with the tip of my tongue lightly riff your clit before laying a gentle quite a little there as well. This strikes you like and electric car impact and your whole-body thrill in reaction.

Adjusting them back into place for now, I move to either side. I kiss your inner thighs in such a delicate way that it could almost be said that I didn't do it at all. I know this perpetual teasing is turning you on so immensely. I then retort my attention to the prize at the center and snog your twat much more passionately. I stick my natural language out and figure out your dent lightly and plant my sassing again and again where I know your clitoris to be. Your breathing intensifies and you are now moaning into the warm open air. Your fingers pull at the backrest of my headland, forcing my face more deeply into you which I can't get enough of. Getting carried away with myself, I throw your thighs onto my shoulders and continue kissing and licking furiously at your soaked womanhood, all the while leaving the bikini pantie in place.

Having temporarily lost myself in a place of pure ecstasy, I come back to myself. I move quickly back up your physical structure where your sassing are eagerly awaiting mine. This time you take initiative and attain quickly for my board shorts. Just as hastily as I had done, you tug at the front with vigor, tearing the clitoris completely off. You then thrust your hand down inside and grip my cock, now knockout than you have ever felt it. Gripping it firm and lovingly, you stroke its longsighted length, from base to tip, while you shove your natural language down my throat. I follow your atomic number 82 and slide my hand slowly and coolly down your organic structure, over a now very hard nipple, past your belly release, and directly into your bikini bottoms.

My hand is met with a generous measure of wetness and no resistance as I slide my middle fingerbreadth inside of you. I swipe my quarter round occasionally over your now very induce clitoris and each prison term I do its like I have struck a nerve and your body parachuting as you moan into my mouth. I slide my fingerbreadth in and out of you as you pump my throbbing hammer in the same rhythm. We continue this way, faster and harder, more intensely and more passionately until we simply can't take it anymore.

You push me away slightly"Now, now I need you. Please."

My response is a simple"As you wish"with a smile.

I raise myself above you and transfer my shirt. You lean up on your elbow joint and overstretch your weaponry out of your blouse and lay it beneath you. While on my stifle, I manage to wiggle my trunks off, leaving me nude. You reach for your rear end, but before you can do anything, I remove your hands.

I wiggle a digit at you disapprovingly."No love, that accolade is mine to take in"I say.

Instead of pulling them down outright, I do the same as I did with your top and grasp for the international nautical mile on the incline. Undoing each one at the same sentence, I pull the soaked garment from underneath you, revealing all of you to me. I can not defy back a smile as I rub my hand against your well-shaven puss, a thrill running down my spine this fourth dimension.

I modest myself back down to you and this fourth dimension start at your abject stomach, kissing upward. Stopping only briefly at your perfect breast to lay a ace kiss on each, I keep moving up your body in by inch. Your collarbone comes next, then your neck opening. I kiss your mentum and in a relocation of perfect timing as soon as I reach your lips, my thick peter begins to enter you. You gasp gruelling and as you do, I move my lips to yours and allow you to suck up my knife into your mouth. You wrap both arms around my neck, drawing my brim more deeply into yours as I ease more of myself, bit at a time inside of you. Once I am completely plunged into your deepest profundity, you break our kiss to let out a moan that may have reached the heavens. Your body frisson and you shake with an chroma rarely seen.

"Did you just… ?"I ask, smiling.

Once you find the intelligence you answer"Mmm God yes, very much so"



I take great pleasance in your climax and I rise slightly from you and start to act. I pull almost all of my distance out, intermission for a moment, and then slide slowly all the way back inside of you, letting you feel every single inch as it fills you entirely. Your weaponry have lowered to my back now, scratching and clutching as you cling to this reality through the purest pleasure you have ever felt. With every withdrawal and every thrust I pick up slightly Sir Thomas More velocity and force. Your tits begin to bounce with every forward gesture and in doing so turns me on even more.

In no metre at all the sound of our sex fills the open air. Every thrust that my body meets yours echoes into that sempiternal ocean, your moan fill the air, and the delight we are both impression is stiff enough to feel around us. Your hands drop-off from my back and dig into the sand as I lean up further from you. I raise adequate and put your legs on my shoulder joint so that I can take hold of you by the thigh to hurl even more deeply inside of you. Turning my head to the face, I kiss your calves, your mortise joint, even your foundation. There is no part of you that I can get enough of.

"Mmm, Mmm, Ah, Ah,"Your vocalism gets meretricious and more vivid as I know you are getting close yet again.

"You prepare baby ?"I say, knowing how close I am myself.

"Un ... yes ... Oh… screwing yes !"

A few more pumps after hearing that is all it takes and, in a final poking I cum more than deeply and intensely than I can ever remember having done before. Just the feeling of my pulsating is plenty to tug you over the boundary. Your snatch clamps down on me and we both proceed to having the most vivid sexual climax of our life. In a ultraconservative manner, I release your second joint and you pull your hands from the guts and we desperately grip each other's handwriting, embracing to perpetrate me to a greater extent deep inside of you. We hold this stance for minutes until we both come down from our amazing high school. Upon release, I collapse on the sands beside you.

You cuddle against me and put your question on my chest and both of us continue to breath heavily for quite some time.

You're the first to talk."I wish this day ; this moment could lastly forever."

"Don't worry my love. Though this moment is like this beach, truly incredible and one of a form, our sexual love and our life-time is still like our trip through the timberland. The best here and now are yet to come."

You smile and lay your headland back upon me. I kiss the top of your fountainhead and we lay a lilliputian while longsighted before we head back, watching the sun descend into fall in this paradise made for two .