It was to escape the harsh winter in Minnesota that my wife, Lynn, and I decided to vacation in the Pacific. But it was more than warmth and balmy breezes that we sought we wanted tranquility, the opportunity to rejuvenate ourselves in peace and quiet. Happily, we found the ideal spot a small, out of the way island in the Pacific as yet undiscovered by tourists.
In fact, the only other guests at the one small but well maintained hotel on our island paradise were a pair of newlyweds from Texas named Tim and Teri. So engrossed were they in each other that I don’t think they even knew Lynn and I were also on the island, at least not for the first few days.
One evening, after a light dinner, we returned to our room and prepared for bed. Cuddling under the covers, we watched the ceiling fan spin slowly overhead and realized that we were both restless. Without a word, we got out of bed and, on impulse, walked naked to the French doors opening onto the veranda. Under a full moon, palm trees rustled in the trade winds blowing from the direction of the lagoon. The night air was moist with the fragrance of flowers.
Suddenly we heard a noise that we both realized was a woman’s cry of passion. Looking to our left, we dimly made out the naked shapes of Tim and Teri emerging from their room at the other end of the veranda. As we watched, Teri turned away from Tim and bent over the rail so that he could make love to her from behind. Along with the sound of the surf on the beach below we listened to the sound, almost a whisper, of Tim’s body slapping rhythmically against his wife’s buttocks. I felt my wife’s fingers touch my cock and turned to see her. She smiled and rose up on tiptoe to kiss me on the cheek while she continued to toy with my blossoming erection.
Putting her finger to her lips, Lynn motioned me back inside. She fell back onto the bed and spread her legs wide. I lowered myself on top of her, kissing her neck, as my cock slid into her wet cunt. I pulled out, leaving only the head of my cock between her lips, waited until I could stand it no longer, and then pushed all the way back inside her.
Lynn’s blue eyes gleamed in the night as she moaned and thrust up against me. I moved smoothly in and out of her, savoring the feel of her butter soft pussy clasping my cock. She hooked her legs over the backs of mine and wrapped her arms around me, crooning softly into my ear as I pumped her pussy with steady, even strokes.
After a few moments I turned her over. Lifting her by the waist, I positioned her with her knees on the edge of the bed. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder as I rubbed the head of my cock up and down between the cheeks of her ass.
As my cock slipped into her cunt, I saw her hands bunch up into fists. Holding her by the hips, I started driving into her with strong thrusts. She whimpered with pleasure, shook her ass and pushed back against me. I ran my hands down her bare back and up again. I waited until she was on the verge of orgasm and then roughly grabbed her breasts, rubbing her nipples with my palms. Hearing her cries of fulfillment, I fucked her harder and faster. Lynn came explosively a moment after I did. We lay on top of the sheets, breathing heavily and listening to a gentle rain fall on the island.
The days were calm and the weather beautiful. We strolled along the beaches, went scuba diving nearly every day and dined exquisitely each evening from a menu prepared by the French cook at the hotel. Every morning we awoke to a symphony of bird songs coming from everywhere on our island.
One afternoon we drove all the way to the other side of the island. On a bluff above the beach, we stopped and stood arm in arm, watching the incredible display of colors as the sun sank toward the horizon. The underside of a vast armada of clouds turned blood red, and we felt a gentle wind rise off the sea. Lynn turned to me and whispered, “Undress me, darling.”
One by one I undid the buttons of her blouse. My hands caressed her bare back and found their way to the clasp of her bra. I pulled the blouse away from her shoulders and kissed her lovely skin. With a sigh she released the band holding her ponytail in place, and her long blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders.
Kissing her gently on the lips, I unfastened her jeans and pulled the zipper down. My fingers explored the soft skin around her navel and then reached up to cup one of her breasts. With my other hand I tugged her jeans off. As they fell to her ankles, her white panties stood out brightly in the dying rays of the sun. I held her arm as she stepped out of her jeans, reached down and tossed them to one side.
Lynn’s body had turned to gold in the fading sunlight. A sudden gust of wind blew her hair as she closed her eyes and threw her head back. She looked at me as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her snug panties and slid them down. When they were at her knees, she turned away, as if to hide the pretty blonde patch of hair between her legs. The marvelous shape of her ass made me moan softly as she bent over to pull her panties off her feet. Straightening up, Lynn said, “Hand me my jeans.”
I did so and then watched as she neatly folded them, put the bundle at my feet and carefully knelt down.
Reaching up, she slowly pulled down the zipper of my slacks. As the cloth parted, she reached inside my shorts and gently caressed my stiffened cock.
My hands caressed her hair and neck as she knelt before me. I watched as she kissed the head of my erection. Then, putting her hands no my hips, my wife sucked my cock into her soft mouth and began to slowly pump her head up and down. I threw my head back, and when I opened my eyes, I could see the first stars twinkling in the darkening sky overhead.
I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled my undershirt over my head. Reaching down, I grabbed Lynn’s arms and pulled her to her feet. Our kiss was deep and fierce as she worked to pull my pants and shorts down. My loafers slipped from my heels, and I felt the cool earth against my feet.
I lifted her legs up around my waist as she threw her arms around my neck. My cock plunged into her waiting pussy, and I moved in and out of her as the surf pounded the beach below the bluff. Lynn cried into my neck as my hands squeezed her buttocks in time with my thrusts. The western sky exploded into a gorgeous array of reds and angry blues that bathed us in a strange flickering light. Far away a bird cried out and was answered by another. We looked into each other’s eyes, our approaching orgasms causing tremors in our sweating bodies. Our tempo increased, and then I heard myself groan.
Legs shaking, I grasped Lynn’s ass tighter. She sobbed in my ear. I lifted her higher, driving powerfully into her cunt with each thrust. A moment later my cock erupted, shooting semen deep into her. As my body shuddered with pleasure, I felt Lynn’s muscles go tense and then get even tighter. Our gasping mouths came together in a kiss that seemed to go on forever.
At long last I lowered her to the ground. Smiling, we walked hand in hand to where our clothes lay. Wordlessly, in the twilight, we dressed. Back in the jeep, she kissed me lovingly. She whispered, “I’ll never forget this night.”
The next evening, our last on the island, we again visited the other side of the island, this time on horseback. We simply sat on our horses and watched another magnificent Pacific sunset. I brought along my tape recorder and recorded the sound of the surf on the beach below, the occasional cry of a distant bird and the murmurs of the breeze.
We’re back in Minnesota now, more in love than ever. Sometimes, when the weather turns really cold, we’ll close the drapes, darken our bedroom and listen to the sound of the surf. Lynn will look at me and I’ll see her with her hair blowing around her shoulders in the trade winds, a sunset sky behind her. In her eyes I can see the stars of the Southern Cross. It happens like that because we both know that something extra, something not on the tape, came home with us.
Mr. E.W., Minnesota