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Paradise
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From : StarBuck 18 Mar 95
Subj : Paradise
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HEAT! Stepping off the plane, a wave of heat struck my body as
if it were a living thing; a welcome contrast to the Upstate NY
winter I'd left. "This is going to be a great vacation," I thought
as I picked up my luggage. "There's nothing like Nassau in December!"
I took a cab from the airport to my hotel, the Sheraton British
Colonial. I don't like Paradise Island: too busy, too many
tourists. The BC has a very nice atmosphere, as well as it's own
beach. The thought of the beach made me eager to check in and
get wet!
As soon as I got into the room, I tore into my suitcase, got my
swimsuit out, grabbed a towel and ran down to the beach. No pool
for me, not with the ocean so close!
The water was warm, and I spent over an hour in it before I finally
came out. After going to my room and unpacking, I decided it was
time to eat. I went to the hotel restaurant and found that it was
very crowded. In fact, the maitre d' told me that it might be as
long as an hour for a table "for one" to become available.
Looking around, I noticed an attractive blonde woman who appeared
to be in the same straits as me. More hungry than anything, I asked
her if she would share a table. After looking me over, she told me
that she would. I summoned the maitre d' and asked for a table "for
two." My wish was immediately granted, as a couple had just left.
We settled down and made our introductions. "My name's Scott," I
offered. "Elaine," replied my companion. Taking note of her accent,
I asked "Are you from the New York City region by any chance?"
"Well Jersey, actually. I live Upstate now. State job. It pays
the bills." "Upstate? I'm from Syracuse!" It was interesting to
that I could travel 1,000 miles and meet someone who lives a few
hours away.
We chatted a bit. I learned that she worked for a large state
organization and told her that I was an orchestra member on
vacation.
Dinner arrived, and our conversation continued along the lines of
"small talk"; jobs, friends and so forth. I didn't have any wine,
because I would be diving in the morning, but Elaine had some, and
it loosened her tongue a bit. Soon the topic turned to our vacation.
"I'm here to go diving and enjoy the sea," I said. "I'm here to get
a great tan and meet hot men," giggled Elaine. "I don't do tan lines!"
That comment raised my eyebrows.
"There's a clothing-optional beach west of here," I offered. "You'd
be able to work on your tan there without problems. I have seen some European
women topless here and on Paradise Island, but it's frowned upon
"You sound like you know what you're talking about. Do you...?"
"No, but I've been here before, and I have friends who don't like tan
lines. I don't think other folks would appreciate seeing me in the
altogether," I laughed. "Don't knock yourself: you're fine to me!"
Blushing, I tried to change the subject. "Where are you staying?"
"Over on Paradise Island. Why don't you come on over and have a
drink?" "Well... I'm diving in the morning, but I'd love to walk
you home." We got the check, split the bill between us and left.
The sun had set, and it was a bit chilly. I knew that the bridge to
Paradise Island would be a chilly walk and suggested a cab. "No, I'd
really rather walk." We walked past the shops on Bay Street, doing
some window shopping. As we walked past the lighted shops, I saw
goosebumps on her arms. "You're getting chilled. Let's get a cab."
Instead of answering, she leaned into my side and pulled my arm round
her.
Together, we walked onward. It was nice to be quiet for a bit and
walk. I could smell her perfume and I could just catch a glimpse
of the swell of her breasts. I saw that her nipples were hard in
the cool night air, and the thought of them on my tongue started a
twitch in my pants.
As we walked over the bridge, the sea breeze picked up, and Elaine
leaned harder into me to keep warm. I couldn't resist the urge to
give her a kiss. It was a light kiss, but she made no effort to
break it. After a moment, I felt the tip of her tongue on my lips,
and I met it with mine. It was so simple and so natural; two people
kissing in the wind. It was also very erotic. When we broke the
kiss, my heart was pounding and my cock had swelled up as far as
my pants would allow. Elaine noticed, and stroked me once as we
continued over the bridge.
When we reached her hotel, she gave me another kiss and lead me by
the hand to her room. Without speaking, she sat me down on her couch
and then poured herself a drink from the tiny fridge. When she kissed
me again, her tongue was cold from the drink, and I could just taste
the flavor: orange.
Our kisses became more passionate, and our hands roamed over and
through each other's clothes. I liked the feel of her stiff nipples,
and her tight stomach and waist was a treat! She seemed to like my
long fingers and legs, because her hands returned to them again and
again.
Her tongue never stopped; tasting my tongue, or sucking on my ear-
lobes, or tracing shivery curves on my neck. She was making me
hotter by the minute. Between kisses, I undid each button on her
blouse. When I reached the last one, I tugged it from her skirt.
Her tight breasts filled the flowered bra she was wearing. MMmmmm,
small and firm: the best!
Tracing my fingers along her side provoked a tickle war which ended
with us crashing to the floor laughing and kissing. We didn't bother
to get up. She started working on removing my pants as I undid her
skirt. We were already tangled up, and this didn't help matters,
but we were both so playful that it just seemed to fit our mood.
She undid my shirt and took it off me. Reaching (deliberately, I'm
sure) over me to get a sip of her drink, I could feel her hard nipples
brush over my stomach. When she got her sip, she kneeled over me and
softly sucked on one of my nipples. Wow! Her tongue was cold, and
sent chills through me as she lapped at my now very hard nipple.
I kept stroking her hair as she nibbled and sucked on each of my
nipples. I felt her fingers working at my pants, and I lifted my
hips up to help her get them off. In a moment, my cock sprang free,
and her lips were carressing it. The attention I was getting made me
feel sublime! I began to worry that I was not giving her a fair share
of the fun, so I lifted her head from my cock. She immediately
sensed my worry and paid me the highest compliment: "My turn in a
few minutes. Right now, I'm enjoying this smooth, hardness of yours
too much to stop."
She went back to my cock and took her time with me. Her tongue slowly
traveled the length of my shaft all along the underside. When she
reached the top, she took me into her mouth and slowly slipped my
length inside her velvety lips. When she reached as far as she could,
she withdrew, pressing with her tongue all the way out. Her hands
were busy, too. She closed her little fist around my cock as her
lips backed off and used an exquisite combination of pressure and
motion to tantalise me.
I discovered myself panting with my eyes sqeezed shut, and made
myself relax. I propped myself up on one elbow, so that I could
watch better. Elaine stirred at my motion, and laughed when she saw
what I was doing. Using her hand alone, she said "You don't have
much practise at this, do you?" I blushed "No, not really." "Don't
worry, I like how you respond to me. I'd love to have you watch!"
I couldn't believe my ears! As she finished talking, she placed just
the head of my cock in her mouth, and started pumping me rapidly with
her hand. As my breathing speeded up, she tipped her head and looked
me straight in the eye. My balls were boiling and my head was spinning
to watch this beautiful woman encourage my orgasm. She slowed down
just before the urge to cum overtook me. A groan escaped my lips,
and she said "I'll let you cum in a minute, but I want you to watch
for a little more."
Watch? I didn't blink! Looking at my shaft disappear between her
lips was very erotic; when she applied suction I could see my cock
head pass by her cheeks. Watch? I was mesmerised! She tipped her
head sideways, and used her tongue along the bottom of my shaft.
I watched her slowly glide her dark tongue along my smooth shaft...
My balls were rising, and she knew I wanted to cum. "Cum on my
tongue: I want to taste you." I was thrilled to hear her talk like
that, and I was getting eager to do as she asked. She took my free
hand and placed it on the back of her head, then dipped back down
and took me into her mouth.
Her head started to bob up and down my shaft in time with her fist.
As my cock emerged from her mouth, it was enveloped by her fist.
I watched, spellbound, as my cock parted her lips again and again.
Finally, I reached my peak, and the first shot of cum splashed
against her tongue. Pulling her lips back a bit, she fisted me even
harder. I could her her swallow, and between her hand her lips and
the sounds she was making, my orgasm intensified, and I bolted two
more shots of warm cum between her lips.
This was too much for her to take, and she pulled off me, but the
fun wasn't over yet. She leaned over me, and my next burst of
cum splashed on her breasts. As my orgasm subsided, she rubbed my
very sensitive cock between her hand and her breasts. When I finally
stopped twitching, she released my softening cock and slid up my
torso and planted a deep kiss on my lips.
I could taste...me! Somehow, it seemed like a present to me. I
returned her kiss and held her hard and close. "My turn," she
whispered to me. She rolled over and lay langorously; limbs akimbo.
It was my turn to be on top of her now.
Pulling her blouse aside, I lapped at her nipples. Remembering the
trick with the drink, I took a sip of her drink and placed my cold
tongue on her warm nipple. She gasped as I softly drew her stiff
nipple into my mouth. I waited until her nipple warmed my tongue,
then repeated the performance on the underside of her breast. She
cooed at that, so I took a leisurely tour around each breast with
my fingers and tongue.
Gradually, I licked my way down her sides. She giggled when I found
her "tickle spots." Her laugh was infectious, and encouraged my
patient efforts. When my wandering mouth reached her hip, I slowly
pressed my tongue into the line where her leg meets her hip and
gently sucked. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough to make her
squirm.
Passing her sex, I licked down the inside of her leg. Past her knee,
down to her ankle, my wandering tongue left a cool trail. Switching
legs, the process reversed. She thought I was going to tongue her,
but when I reached her pussy, I leaned up and kissed her on the lips.
I could sense her disappointment, but I wasn't going to let her down.
After we broke the kiss, I took another sip of the juice. Dipping
between her legs, I let my cold tongue part her lips and rest on her
warm inner lips. She settled against my mouth with a sigh. I liked
that sound...
When she warmed my tongue, I started licking her inner lips. Not
enough to part them, more like a cat cleaning. Gently, I let her
get used to the feeling. My hands wandered by themselves all over
her lower belly and her legs. Slowly massaging, in time with my
tongue, my fingertips brushed each hair; each soft fold. I found
that she really liked to be massaged at the top of her legs, so I
spent lots of time there.
Still staying away from her clitoris, I dipped my tongue inside her
warm vagina. Reaching as far as I could, I pointed my tongue and
slid it into her. She was very wet! I liked the taste of her
wetness, and probed for more. As my tongue wriggled around her
opening, I was rewarded by more honey.
Moving up, I parted her inner lips with my tongue, and gently drew
her clit into my mouth. Another sigh. I was on the right track,
anyway! Tasting her clit, savouring that little bud, I started to
lick up and down all along the sides of it; just like she had done
with me. After a few minutes of this, Elaine started moving her hips.
I took this to be the signal that she wanted more, so I increased the
speed of my tongue. That was it, alright!
Soon, I could feel her wetness spreading on my chin, and I was finding
it hard to keep my tongue on her because she was moving so much. In
an effort to keep my face in position, I held her hips and started to
suck on her clit. As soon as I applied some suction, she started to
cum! She must have been really ready to cum so quickly.
Not one to waste an opportunity, I rode out her orgasm with her; never
taking my lips off her clit, just slowing down gradually to let her
catch her breath. A wicked thought passed through my mind, and as
she started to come down, I slipped 2 fingers inside her and began to
massage her from the inside. Somewhere, I hit the right spot, because
her hips lifted off the bed, and she had an even bigger orgasm than
the first!
Two orgasms in 5 minutes: this girl was hot! She was moaning for me
to slow down, so I did. When she came down, she reached out to me,
and I crawled up to give her a hug. She noticed my new found
erection, and a grin spread across her face. I smiled with her, and
asked her what she wanted. "Fuck me!" was the response. I nibbled
on her ear and neck and told her that I would get to that in a minute.
I directed my tongue to her pussy once more. No way had she had
enough yet: if she was hot enough to cum that quick, she could use
some more attention. I knew that the next time I had an orgasm it'd
be the last time for a while, so I wanted to "save" it.
This time, I started licking her by buzzing my tongue back and forth
left and right, very quickly. As the tip of my tongue crossed over
her clit, a small jolt would pass through her. Soon, she was groaning
out loud for me to make her cum. I switched my tongue motion to a
slow up and down, and slipped my fingers back into her. She was like
liquid fire: hot and silky smooth. Matching my fingers to my tongue,
I set them twitching inside her. Each time my tongue lapped up over
her clit, my fingers drove deep inside her and spread apart. On the
"down" stroke, I slowly withdrew my spread fingers, letting her feel
the knuckles as they slipped out one by one.
She was getting closer, and I sped up fingers and tongue. I could
feel her muscles tighten and she got immensely wet. I reached up
with my free hand and gently grasped the base of her nipple.
Matching nipple, fingers and tongue, she couldn't hold out any longer.
A wail escaped her lips as the breath she was holding erupted from
her lungs. I held her orgasm for a few seconds, then slid my stiffness
inside her.
Our bodies met, and she ground her hips into mine. My cock was milked
by the spasms in her pussy, and I pressed deeply into her. Holding her
close, I described the feelings she was giving me: "Satin, smooth fire
pouring honey over my cock I want to cum god you taste so good you're
so tight i can't hold out cum with me fuck me let me cum oh cum hard
i'm gonna fill you up..."
Clutching each other, kissing deeply, I pulled my face away as I got
closer. Our eyes locked, and she whispered "Cum in me...." That was
all the invitation I needed. Smiles spread over both our faces as I
spasmed and my warm cum spread inside her. I rolled over onto my back
and pulled her on top of me, and we fell asleep exhausted and smiling.
The end
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