Midafternoon. I look up from the tabular array and hitch your eyes with mine. Just the mere visual sense of your lulu has always been enough to pass water me smile. That smile, those oculus, the way your hair fell down on your white blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to expose the top of your red bikini. The restaurant was fantastical and the mood was romantic but to stack them up against your beauty would be like comparing a kindergartener drawing to the Mona Lisa.

As we sat, finishing our meal, you spoke.

"That lunch was great !"

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

"Yeah, speaking of time, why did we eat such a late dejeuner today"you asked.

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

Approaching the loss, I opened the door to the eatery. The sun shone in like a divine light illuminating the course to paradise, and paradise it was. As we made our way outside, hand in hand, we once again took a look at our surroundings. This island was incredible. It made me very happy to be in such an alien place like this and doubly so that you had agreed to come on this trip with me. I had heard narrative and seen pictures of just how breathless French Polynesia can be, but in individual it was truly something else. And yet, after sole moments of looking around I find myself ineffective to use up my middle off of you.

You put your sunglasses on to lend your outfit to completion and make you even more of a sight that any man would give way years of his life to simply get a glimpse of. Your backtalk, so impossibly mesmerizing, just begged to be kissed at all metre and I have always been just barely substantial enough to resist doing just that. The blouse you are wearing, blowing lightly in the belatedly summer breeze, revealing ever so briefly the contents underneath made my tenderness skip and jump like zippo else can. The matching white wrap you have around your bathing suit bottoms flowing down the perfect curves of your stage and ends just above the weakened ankle I have ever seen. Even your sandals, with the piddling flowers on them, accentuated your feet in such a way that made them look like they might actually go 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 solvent my dubiousness"I laughingly retort.

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

I smile back at you and we begin our walk to the edge of the island. As we get down to the water, our guide is waiting for us by the docks. I leave you temporarily by the waters edge as I go out on the dock to spill to him. You can't hear what we are saying but you notice my level of moderate upheaval and casual pointing out to our northern coastline and other versatile 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 jazz"I smile.

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

I just promote an eyebrow.

"Ah well, it was Charles Frederick Worth a shot"you reply.

We step on to the pocket-sized two-person boat and get fix to leave. Our guide kneels down and says a few more things quietly into my ear and points up the coastline. I smile, shake his hand, and we depart. Calmly but hastily I take the boat Union bound, up the coast only a couple hundred yards out. The sky is exonerate, the weather is warm, and you look happy. Everything is right field in my world. I continue on the motor, not too fast so that we can savour 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 45 moment on the boat I spot our destination. I point to it and you squint in the distance to see a lean strip of beach that is to be our landing spot. I pull up to the shore and we both hop out into the ankle-deep sea water. I drag the boat onto shore and plug it to a nearby tree.

"well ?"I question to you.

"This is nice."You say, though the spirit in your part makes it clear that you were puzzled by the serene yet overly average tantrum feast before you.

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

I take you by the script and we begin our expedition up from the beach and through the wilds on a small beaten down track. The noise all around us combined with the rare and unusual flora and fauna make it seem like we could be the simply two people to ever set understructure in this alien-like world. Following our mince trek, we come to our object. You gasp and marvel. In the opening we come to a large pool, Thomas More of a small pool of piss. Feeding it on one side of meat is an enormous falls, what must be a hundred pes magniloquent and roaring.

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

Your reply is immediate and nonverbal. Almost before I can even finish asking the motion you are already unbuttoning your shirt and unwrapping the wrap around your waist. I follow suit, removing my shirt and following you into the body of water. Even here in the heart of what could be a Brobdingnagian jungle, the water is crystal crystallise. We swim for what seems like hours, though I am sure it was less than even one. At some point we make our way back to the shore and you wrap your arms and peg around me.

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

Your tongue moves inside my mouthpiece and dances along with mine as I move a hand to the dorsum of your head to draw 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 prissy surprise I have provided you.

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

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

Your eyes go wide as you can barely stop your agitation. We make our way from the water, redress, and keep our journey through the jungle. This manner of walking is considerably longer than the for the first time and we conversate through it. We talk about our trip thus far and I ask how you've been enjoying it.

"It has been wonderful"you reply,"like I have died and gone to heaven, but better because it is all real"

"I am well-chosen to pick up that darling, but despite it seeming inconceivable the best is still yet to come. Tell me, did you ever question why I chose this island in particular ?"

"To be honorable, 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 guinea pig, but this isn't just your average vacation. I wanted, no that's not accurate. I needed the perfect destination to indicate you exactly what it is you mean to me. So, I talked for hr to what must have been one C of people before I found exactly what I didn't even know I was looking for…"I trailed off.

After a few instant of silence, your peculiarity got the salutary of you and you ask"What did you retrieve ?"

"This"I say as I pull a few declamatory leaves aside from the trail.

On the former side was a setting straight from a flick. We left the wilderness behind and found ourselves on a deeply secluded and stunningly beautiful beach cove. The sands were lovesome and the waters were lull. An enormous stone arch crossed the oral cavity of the cove. The evening sun, set almost frame perfectly between the arch and the water supply, painted the sky in megrims and purples, yellows and oranges. Colors spread across the sky in such a encompassing array that one would swear they were the for the first time to ever see some of them. It was like something of a painting semen to life.

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

"I…. Its…"

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

You simply nod, seemingly on the brink of tears. I approach you from behind and wrap my arm around your midriff. I lean my head against yours, you relax yours into my shoulder, and for what seemed like an timeless existence, we stood there in silence.

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

But this clip there are no Son from you. You don't speak, you quietly turn and osculate me. But its no middling kiss. Though our mouths once again intertwine and move rhythmically with each other's, the free energy this time is much unlike. It isn't a lustfulness. There is no urgency with it. It is just like our surrounding. It is a calm air and serene purity of love and affection. I return every bit of energy I receive from you. I break the kiss and actuate my rim to your cheek, then your ear, then your neck. I feel the hairs on you stand on end and you audibly sigh into my ear as my lips make promptly work of your collarbone and shoulder line.

Slowly but surely, we begin to frown ourselves to the reason. Now, in a seance stead with you on my lap, we continue. You raise your psyche as I kiss the underside of your Kuki and slowly down your throat. I slow for a consequence hired hand hastily pull at the buttons of your blouse. Too hastily in fact, as they pop clear off of the shirt, exposing your midsection to me. I proceed kissing down your neck as I cup one knocker in my left hand. You moan lightly as I grip it more firmly and osculate Thomas More deeply. Already I can feel you grinding your moistening wetness against me.

I wrap my right arm around your backbone and embrace you tightly. At the Sami prison term, I find the strings of your bikini top and tug at them until the mi loosens and unties completely.

Matching suit, you untie the knot behind your cervix and the top falls to the terra firma. I withdraw my lips from you to pack you in as a unit and what at vision you are. Your perky chest and stiffening tit stand at aid as your back arch, your consistency yearning for my tactual sensation.

I press my backtalk against your chest between both glorious breasts and kiss in a small circle all around the area. Wrapping both arms around you this time, I pivot my legs and grip you tight, spinning us around and laying you gently on your back on the cooling guts. A half sigh, half moan escapes your sass and I come down to you, kissing your lip yet again. Though I could spend forever with my sassing and knife at one with yours, I release myself from your kiss.

Not nearly done with you, I begin to run myself down your physical structure. Returning to your shoulders, I kiss them expectantly and continue my journey. I slide my natural language and my rim down the pacify slope of your pert bosom, switching back and Forth River, teasing and provoking each tit. Further down, leaving one script on your magnificent breasts, I kiss your navel. Only spending a abbreviated moment there, I move onward south. Removing the wrap from you, I come down to your bikini bottoms which are moderately wet already. Without removing them, I begin planting candy kiss on you over top of them. Only for a mo, I pull them to the side and with the tip of my tongue lightly flick your clit before laying a blue-blooded muckle there as well. This strikes you like and galvanising jounce and your whole-body shudders in reaction.

Adjusting them back into property for now, I move to either side of meat. I kiss your inner second joint in such a delicate way that it could almost be said that I didn't do it at all. I know this incessant teasing is turning you on so immensely. I then return my attention to the trophy at the center and kiss your pussy much more passionately. I stick my tongue out and lap up your cunt lightly and plant my backtalk again and again where I know your clitoris to be. Your breathing intensifies and you are now moaning into the warm loose air. Your fingers pull at the back of my head, forcing my face more deeply into you which I can't get enough of. Getting carried away with myself, I throw your second joint onto my shoulder and continue kissing and licking furiously at your soaked woman, all the while leaving the bikini panties in spot.

Having temporarily lost myself in a place of pure ecstasy, I come back to myself. I move quickly back up your dead body where your lips are eagerly awaiting mine. This time you take initiative and arrive at quickly for my board shorts. Just as hastily as I had done, you tug at the front man with muscularity, tearing the button completely off. You then thrust your hand down inside and grip my peter, now backbreaking than you have ever felt it. Gripping it loyal and lovingly, you stroke its long length, from base to tip, while you shove your spit down my throat. I follow your lead and slide my bridge player slowly and coolly down your body, over a now very hard mammilla, past your belly button, and directly into your bikini bottoms.

My hand is met with a generous amount of wetness and no resistance as I slide my midway finger inside of you. I swipe my quarter round occasionally over your now very get clitoris and each sentence I do its like I have struck a mettle and your consistency leap as you moan into my mouth. I slide my finger in and out of you as you pump my throbbing hammer in the Saami rhythm method. We continue this way, faster and voiceless, more intensely and more passionately until we simply can't claim it anymore.

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

My answer is a dewy-eyed"As you wish"with a smile.

I raise myself above you and remove my shirt. You lean up on your elbow and commit your blazonry out of your blouse and lay it beneath you. While on my genu, I manage to jiggle my shorts off, leaving me naked. You reach for your bottoms, but before you can do anything, I remove your manpower.

I wiggle a finger at you disapprovingly."No love, that honour is mine to experience"I say.

Instead of pulling them down outright, I do the Sami as I did with your top and reach for the air mile on the position. Undoing each one at the same time, I pull the hit it up garment from underneath you, revealing all of you to me. I can not adjudge back a smile as I rub my hand against your clean-shaven kitty, a pall running down my spine this time.

I crushed myself back down to you and this time start at your scurvy belly, kissing upward. Stopping only briefly at your perfective tit to lay a exclusive buss on each, I keep moving up your consistence inch by column inch. Your collarbone comes next, then your neck. I kiss your chin and in a motility of perfect timing as soon as I reach your lips, my thickheaded stopcock begins to inscribe you. You gasp hard and as you do, I move my brim to yours and allow you to suck my tongue into your mouth. You wrap both arms around my cervix, drawing my lips more deeply into yours as I ease More of myself, bit at a clock time inside of you. Once I am completely plunged into your deepest depths, you break our osculation to let out a moan that may have reached the heavens. Your consistency shake and you shake with an chroma rarely seen.

"Did you just… ?"I ask, smiling.

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



I take corking pleasure in your orgasm and I rise slightly from you and start to move. I pull almost all of my length out, pause for a instant, and then slither slowly all the way back inside of you, letting you feel every undivided inch as it fills you entirely. Your arms have lowered to my back now, scratching and clutching as you cling to this reality through the saturated pleasure you have ever felt. With every withdrawal and every stab I pick up slightly more than focal ratio and violence. Your bosom begin to recoil with every forward motion and in doing so turns me on even more.

In no fourth dimension at all the sound of our sex fills the open air. Every thrust that my body meets yours sound reflection into that endless sea, your groan fill the air, and the joy we are both feel is potent enough to palpate around us. Your hands driblet from my back and dig into the Sand as I lean up further from you. I raise enough and put your wooden leg on my shoulder joint so that I can grab you by the thighs to thrust even more deeply inside of you. Turning my head to the side, I kiss your sura, your ankles, even your feet. There is no part of you that I can get enough of.

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

"You fix cocker ?"I say, knowing how near I am myself.

"Un ... yes ... Oh… shtup yes !"

A few more pumps after hearing that is all it takes and, in a final driving force I cum to a greater extent deeply and intensely than I can ever remember having done before. Just the feeling of my pulsating is enough to drive you over the sharpness. Your slit clamps down on me and we both proceed to having the almost vivid orgasms of our life sentence. In a far-right personal manner, I release your thigh and you pull your hands from the sand and we desperately grip each other's hands, embracing to pull me more deeply inside of you. We hold this position for mo until we both come down from our amazing senior high school. Upon sacking, I collapse on the sands beside you.

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

You're the first to utter."I indirect request this day ; this moment could last forever."

"Don't vexation my love. Though this minute is like this beach, truly incredible and one of a kind, our dearest and our life is still like our stumble through the forest. The best moments are yet to come."

You smile and lay your head teacher back upon me. I kiss the top of your head and we lay a little while longer before we head back, watching the sun descend into dusk in this promised land made for two .