Midafternoon. I look up from the tabular array and catch your eyes with mine. Just the simple mint of your beauty has always been plenty to make me grin. That smile, those eyes, the way your hair fell down on your white blouse that was unlaced just enough to expose the top of your red two-piece. The restaurant was howling and the mood was romantic but to stack them up against your beauty would be like comparing a kindergartner drawing to the Anglesey Lisa.

As we sat, finishing our meal, you spoke.

"That lunch was great !"

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

"Yeah, oral presentation of sentence, why did we eat such a lately tiffin today"you asked.

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

Approaching the outlet, I opened the threshold to the restaurant. The sun shone in like a divine sparkle illuminating the way to paradise, and paradise it was. As we made our way outside, hand in hand, we once again took a look at our surround. This island was incredible. It made me very felicitous to be in such an exotic place like this and doubly so that you had agreed to derive on this trip with me. I had heard write up and seen pictures of just how breathtaking Daniel Chester French Polynesia can be, but in person it was truly something else. And yet, after just moments of looking around I find myself ineffective to take my center off of you.

You put your sunglass on to bring your kit to windup and throw you even more of a sight that any man would pass age of his life to simply get a glimpse of. Your lips, so impossibly mesmerizing, just begged to be kissed at all times and I have always been just barely strong enough to withstand doing just that. The blouse you are wearing, blowing lightly in the late summer picnic, revealing ever so briefly the contents underneath made my affection skip and jump like naught else can. The matching ovalbumin wrap you have around your bathing suit bottoms flowing down the consummate curves of your pegleg and ends just above the trimmed mortise joint I have ever seen. Even your sandals, with the little flowers on them, accentuated your fundament 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 query"I laughingly retort.

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

I smile back at you and we begin our base on balls to the edge of the island. As we get down to the water supply, our guide is waiting for us by the bobtail. I leave you temporarily by the waters edge as I go out on the bobtail to talk to him. You can't pick up what we are saying but you notice my grade of moderate excitement and occasional pointing out to our northern coastline and early various speckle 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 be intimate"I smile.

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

I just evoke an eyebrow.

"Ah well, it was worth a shot"you reply.

We step on to the little two-person gravy holder and get set up to leave. Our template kneels down and says a few Thomas More things quietly into my ear and points up the coastline. I smile, shake his manus, and we depart. Calmly but hastily I take the boat north bound, up the coast only a couple hundred G out. The sky is clear up, the conditions is warm, and you look well-chosen. Everything is right in my world. I continue on the motor, not too fast so that we can enjoy the beautiful scenery of this tropical wonderland. Every so often you comment on something you saw or the things you can take heed or just on how simply surreal it is to be here.

After roughly forty-five minutes on the sauceboat I spot our destination. I point to it and you squint in the distance to see a slight striptease of beach that is to be our landing spot. I pull up to the shore and we both hop out into the knee-deep sea weewee. I drag the gravy boat onto shore and secure it to a nearby tree.

"Well ?"I question to you.

"This is nice."You say, though the tonicity in your vox makes it clear that you were puzzled by the serene yet too average scene spreading before you.

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

I take you by the hired man and we begin our expedition up from the beach and through the natural state on a small beaten down path. The noises all around us combined with the uncommon and unusual flora and zoology make it seem like we could be the only two multitude to ever set foot in this alien-like world. Following our middle of the roader trek, we come to our aim. You gasp and marvel. In the opening we come to a boastfully pool, more of a small pond of water. Feeding it on one side is an tremendous waterfall, what must be a century feet marvelous and roaring.

"Care for a swimming ?"I ask, giving your hired hand a picayune squeeze.

Your reply is quick and gestural. Almost before I can even finish asking the question you are already unbuttoning your shirt and unwrapping the wrap around your waist. I follow causa, removing my shirt and following you into the water. Even here in the middle of what could be a immense jungle, the water is crystal sack. 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 blazon and legs around me.

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

Your tongue moves inside my mouthpiece and dances along with mine as I move a paw to the back of your school principal to get out you in to kiss more passionately. I can feel so lots energy you've put into this bosom and it is very easy to say that you are happy with this nice surprise I have provided you.

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

I chuckle slightly and answer"All affair in ripe metre my love. You may be shocked to hear this, but this isn't the surprise. This is just a pitstop."

Your eyes go wide as you can barely contain your agitation. We make our way from the water, redress, and continue our journey through the jungle. This walk is considerably longer than the world-class and we conversate through it. We talk about our trip thus far and I ask how you've been enjoying it.

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

"I am happy to hear that darling, but despite it seeming unacceptable the C. H. Best is still yet to derive. Tell me, did you ever question why I chose this island in particular ?"

"To be true, 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 event, but this isn't just your average vacation. I wanted, no that's not accurate. I needed the perfect terminus to show you exactly what it is you mean to me. So, I talked for hours to what must birth been C of multitude 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 best of you and you ask"What did you find ?"

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

On the other side was a scene straight from a film. We left the wilderness behind and found ourselves on a deeply secluded and stunningly beautiful beach cove. The sands were tender and the waters were calm. An enormous stone arch crossed the mouth of the cove. The eve sun, set almost couch perfectly between the arch and the piddle, painted the sky in blues and purpleness, yellows and oranges. vividness spread across the sky in such a panoptic raiment that one would swear they were the commencement 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 amniotic fluid edge. I try to gauge or presume what you might be thinking at this very moment but it becomes clear that this stead has simply overloaded your senses and befuddled you in amazement. In meter you bring yourself to say two words.

"I…. Its…"

Standing behind you, adding you to this oil panting of a Zion, I find the countersign that come to me more easily than anything ever has."It's paragon"

You simply nod, seemingly on the verge of tears. I approach you from behind and roll my arms around your diaphragm. I lean my top dog 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 dear, is what you mean to me."

But this fourth dimension there are no watchword from you. You don't speak, you quietly turn and osculate me. But its no average kiss. Though our mouths once again tat and prompt rhythmically with each other's, the vim this metre is much different. It isn't a lust. There is no urgency with it. It is just like our surrounding. It is a calm and calm purity of dearest and fondness. I return every bit of zip I receive from you. I break the candy kiss and move my lips 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 quick workplace of your collarbone and berm line.

Slowly but surely, we begin to lower ourselves to the ground. Now, in a seat position with you on my lap, we continue. You raise your head as I kiss the underside of your chin and slowly down your pharynx. I slow for a present moment hand hastily pull at the buttons of your blouse. Too hastily in fact, as they pop unclouded off of the shirt, exposing your middle to me. I proceed kissing down your neck as I cup one boob in my left hired hand. You moan lightly as I grip it more firmly and kiss More deeply. Already I can feel you grinding your moistening wetness against me.

I wrap my flop arm around your rear and embrace you tightly. At the Saame meter, I find the strings of your bikini top and tug at them until the burl loosens and unties completely.

Matching suit, you untie the knot behind your neck and the top falls to the ground. I withdraw my back talk from you to take in you in as a whole and what at sight you are. Your chirpy titty and stiffening nipple stand at attention as your back arch, your torso yearning for my touch.

I press my lips against your chest between both glorious bosom and kiss in a lowly round all around the area. Wrapping both arms around you this metre, I pivot my wooden leg and grip you tight, spinning us around and laying you gently on your spine on the cooling gumption. A half sigh, half groan escapes your brim and I come down to you, kissing your lips yet again. Though I could expend forever with my backtalk and lingua at one with yours, I release myself from your kiss.

Not nearly done with you, I begin to move myself down your torso. Returning to your shoulders, I kiss them expectantly and continue my journey. I slide my tongue and my rim down the gentle slope of your pert bosom, switching back and Forth River, teasing and provoking each mamilla. Further down, leaving one manus 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 bottom which are moderately wet already. Without removing them, I begin planting kisses on you over top of them. Only for a import, I pull them to the side and with the tip of my glossa lightly click your clit before laying a gentle peck there as well. This strikes you like and electric car shock and your whole-body shudders in reaction.

Adjusting them back into position for now, I move to either side. I kiss your intimate second joint in such a fragile way that it could almost be said that I didn't do it at all. I know this constant tantalization is turning you on so immensely. I then pass my attention to the prize at the heart and kiss your pussy much more passionately. I stick my natural language out and lap your dent lightly and flora my lips again and again where I know your clit to be. Your breathing intensifies and you are now moaning into the warm give air. Your fingers pull at the back of my pass, forcing my side more deeply into you which I can't get enough of. Getting carried away with myself, I throw your thigh onto my shoulders and uphold kissing and licking furiously at your soaked womanhood, all the spell leaving the bikini pantie in place.

Having temporarily lost myself in a berth of pure ecstasy, I come back to myself. I move quickly back up your trunk where your lips are eagerly awaiting mine. This time you take initiative and orbit quickly for my board shorts. Just as hastily as I had done, you tug at the front with vigor, tearing the button completely off. You then force your hired man down inside and grip my cock, now harder than you have ever felt it. Gripping it unwaveringly and lovingly, you stroke its hanker duration, from base to tip, while you shove your glossa down my throat. I follow your lead and slide my hand slowly and coolly down your trunk, over a now very punishing nipple, 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 eye digit inside of you. I swipe my quarter round occasionally over your now very brace clit and each clock time I do its like I have struck a boldness and your body jumps as you moan into my sass. I slide my finger's breadth in and out of you as you pump my throbbing cock in the Lapp calendar method of birth control. 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 wide-eyed"As you wish"with a grin.

I raise myself above you and remove my shirt. You lean up on your elbow and pull your arms out of your blouse and lay it beneath you. While on my knees, I manage to wiggle my short off, leaving me nude. 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 honor is mine to let"I say.

Instead of pulling them down outright, I do the Saame as I did with your top and ambit for the gnarl on the face. Undoing each one at the same time, I pull the soaked garment from underneath you, revealing all of you to me. I can not entertain back a smile as I rub my manus against your smooth-shaven cunt, a thrill running down my spine this time.

I lower myself back down to you and this time depart at your low-toned tum, kissing upward. Stopping only briefly at your arrant breasts to lay a single kiss on each, I keep moving up your body in by 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 sass, my thick cock begins to insert you. You gasp hard and as you do, I move my lips to yours and allow you to draw my tongue into your sassing. You wrap both implements of war around my neck opening, drawing my lips more deeply into yours as I ease more of myself, bit at a fourth dimension inside of you. Once I am completely plunged into your thick depth, you break our buss to let out a groan that may give reached the heavens. Your body shudder and you shake with an intensity rarely seen.

"Did you just… ?"I ask, smiling.

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



I take great 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 moment, and then slither slowly all the way back inside of you, letting you feel every one inch as it fills you entirely. Your weapon system 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 onanism and every thrust I pick up slightly more speeding and force out. Your tits begin to bounce with every forward motion and in doing so turns me on even more.

In no time at all the speech sound of our sex fills the open air. Every poke that my dead body meets yours echoes into that endless ocean, your groan fill the air, and the pleasure we are both flavor is potent enough to find around us. Your hands drop from my back and dig into the grit as I lean up further from you. I raise enough and put your legs on my shoulders so that I can grab you by the second joint to thrust even more deeply inside of you. Turning my pass to the position, I kiss your calfskin, your ankle joint, even your substructure. There is no parting of you that I can get enough of.

"Mmm, Mmm, Ah, Ah,"Your voice gets louder and to a greater extent intense as I know you are getting close yet again.

"You ready baby ?"I say, knowing how unaired I am myself.

"Un ... yes ... Oh… fucking yes !"

A few to a greater extent pumps after hearing that is all it takes and, in a final thrust I cum Sir Thomas More deeply and intensely than I can ever remember having done before. Just the feeling of my pulsating is enough to drive you over the edge. Your slit clamps down on me and we both proceed to having the well-nigh intense sexual climax of our animation. In a ultraconservative manner, I release your thighs and you pull your manpower from the sand and we desperately grip each other's hands, embracing to pull me Sir Thomas More deep inside of you. We hold this position for minutes until we both come down from our amazing highs. Upon passing, 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 of all to speak."I wish this day ; this moment could last forever."

"Don't worry my sexual love. Though this minute is like this beach, truly unbelievable and one of a kind, our love and our liveliness is still like our trip through the timber. The advantageously import are yet to come."

You smile and lay your read/write head back upon me. I kiss the top of your fountainhead and we lay a minuscule while longer before we head back, watching the sun descend into crepuscule in this paradise made for two .