The day was cold and dreary, but on Monica’s desk sat photos of a time that warmed her soul; the memories of the caressing and soft kisses made her nipples hard and pussy become moist. She quietly walks to the bathroom, slides her hands down the front of her pants and touch herself slowly, then becoming more vigorously with stimulating the clit. With eyes closed remembering the feeling of Lyle’s cock being deep inside. The pumping, the moaning, the grinding, she tried to muffle the sounds of her pleasurable masturbation.
She could picture Lyle’s beautiful eyes which were deep and green like the Mediterranean Sea, muscles tightly wound, then collapsing on her breast and kissing her neck. She remembered Lyle’s thick cock pulsating deep inside her vagina as she squeezed every ounce of warm semen. The orgasm came so hard that beads of sweat popped on her forehead. That pleasurable release made it easier to make it through the day. At least long enough to get home and reminisce about the time at the island town but this time she would get completely nude in her bed, lick and play with her nipples and use her dildo to reach her G-spot.
It had been just a few weeks prior that Monica and Lyle planned their secret island rendezvous. They stayed in a beautiful villa situated in a nice secluded area. The balcony faced the beach-so close to the water until the sounds of the waves were like a lullaby. They played like young children on the beach; made love like there was no tomorrow. Every chance they got they touched each other, kissed, let their hands and tongue explore places that send shivers down the spine. Making out on the beach, in the hot tub, anywhere they felt the urge.
Lyle reached the island town the day before Monica. The anticipation of finally meeting Monica made his heart skip beats. He ordered chilled bottles of the best wine and cheese; rose petals for the sunken tub; fruits to be sampled and enjoyed. Strawberries and grapes, he knew Monica’s favorite sensual fruits. The meeting at the airport was all they had expected. He was dressed in a linen shirt that offset his green eyes and dark brown hair. She was dressed in a bronze sundress that showed a little of her voluptuous cleavage. Her golden brown skin so smooth, Lyle’s eyes danced as he took in all of Monica- from head to toe. She immediately recognized Lyle and ran up to give him a big hug. Lyle melted inside as he felt her breast up against him and smelled her beautiful skin. They gave each other a peck on the lips and were soon off to the sea side villa.
Monica freshened herself up and changed into her after five dress. Lyle stopped and fed her a strawberry. He watched he full lips as she took a bite of the strawberry. When she got to the last bite, she licked his fingers nice and slow and looked up with her dark brown eyes to see his reaction. Lyle just stared and then came back to earth. It was dusk and time to go out and sample the sites of the town.
On the first night the couple went out for dinner and dancing. The music was so sensual, it worked like an aphrodisiac; two bodies on each other, bumping and grinding to the beat. Lips so close they are almost locked. The breath on the neck made the small hairs stand on edge. As Monica turned her back to his hips, she feels his slight erection through her thin cloth dress.
As they turned to face each other, with her breast pressed up to his chest, there was a deep stare, a longing in their eyes. With a deep low rumbling voice, he whispers, "Let's go back to the room". She lightly kissed his neck and pinched his nipple to signal that she was in agreement.
They walk out into the night air, hand in hand. The taxi let them out a few blocks from the villa. They grabbed each other by the hand and began briskly walking. As they turned the corner, he stopped and pulled her up on what was a full erection. The kiss was so long and so deep. The touching and caressing sent shivers down her spine. She pulled away and ran to the door of the villa. She signaled for him to follow her.
As they got to the room, they lighted the candles and began to undress each other slowly. As the clothes fell to the ground, they touched each other in places of desire that made the body heat more intense.
"Wait a minute a minute I want to try something." She came back with a silk blindfold. He was standing there naked and surprised, but all so willing to play any game she was. After she tied the blindfold around his eyes, she took him by the hand and led him to the bed. She made him lay down. She got a warm bottle of wine and poured a little on his nipples, then leaned down to suck on his hardening nipples. She then poured a little more wine down his torso. Then she put her soft lips to his skin, lightly biting, then sucking and licking. She was watching his cock as the blood flowed and made it rise. He was moaning and gripping the sheets in anticipation of where her lips were moving next.
She got to his belly button, then down to his erection. First she slowly licked the tip of his cock, sucked on it, and then began to slide down his shaft. She felt his cock getting rock hard in her mouth. She ran her tongue up the pulsating vein. He could not bear it anymore; he took the blindfold off to watch her lick his balls and take in the fullness of his erection in her mouth. Being wet herself, she climbed on top of his throbbing cock and they begin pumping, thrusting, grinding. Lyle looked down to see her golden skin against his and it made him move his cock deeper. Soon she slid down and Lyle enters her from doggie style position. The sensations were sheer ecstasy. Their bodies moving in rhythm, he grabbed her butt and rubbed the small of her back. She let out a deep sensual moan. He felt the walls of her vagina tightening on his cock. Then not long after he blew his load. He let his cock pulsate a few minutes more inside Monica…so warm and oh so good. Afterwards they laid side by side breathing deeply and smiling as though the tense emotions bottled inside were finally released.
They both lay sleeping in the nude because the room too warm to be on under the sheets. At one point in the night, Monica turned over and watched Lyle breathing. He looked so peaceful; his lips were made for kissing. His hair was slightly curly and begging to be touched and played in. She watched his manly chest move up and down as he inhaled and exhaled. His hands were like poetry in motion against her skin. Then she looked down to his thick penis and his luscious dark brown hair around his groin. She watched his penis move up and down with the motion of his breath. She couldn’t wait to taste him again. Everything about his body was manly, the way he moved, the way he smelled, the way he carried himself so confidently. Oh what fun the beach would be.