Moonlight

The idea occurred to her as they made their way along the narrow, winding roads that led back to the resort.  He had to give his full attention to the road but she was able to watch the full moon continue the ascent it began as they sat down to dinner.  The windows of the restaurant had framed the impossibly large tropical moon as it rose above the sea, casting its reflection in the rippling water.  It had been an awesome sight.

Now as they drove strips of deserted, moon-lit beach appeared and disappeared among the tropical growth lining the road.  It was all so beautiful.  She just wanted to get out of the car and experience it.

She turned to him.

“Do you want to fuck on the beach?” she asked quietly.

His head came up but his eyes never left the unfamiliar road.

“Here? Are you serious?” His tone was as quiet as hers.  Now she was sure of his agreement.

“Yes.  It’s so beautiful tonight.  I’d like to go down by the water and lie on the wet sand – with you inside me.”

He slowed down, obviously looking for a turn off.

“I don’t know.  This could be dangerous.  There’s a lot of crime in these islands.  They’d love to catch a couple of tourists skinny dipping in a lonely spot.”

She knew that that would normally be her line.  She was not a risk taker, but this vacation had turned edgy almost off the go.  Phil had started the ball rolling by talking her into the first chancy escapade shortly after their arrival.  Now it just seemed natural to keep pushing the envelope – moving on to the next experience.

“Let’s take the chance.  I’m really in the mood.”  Then she added in a lower key, “Let’s make a memory.”

They bumped along his chosen exit route.  It was rutted with obvious use, so it looked as though the car would not become mired. One probably would not want to find out what nighttime roadside service is like on this island.

Her smile that had become stiff with concern as they drove into the brush disappeared completely as he brought the car to a halt.  She turned to him.

“Okay, this should do.”  He looked at her a moment.  “Still want to do this?”

She reached over and laid a hand on his crotch and just smiled.  He smiled back.

She discarded her high heeled sandals in the car before stepping out.  The sand would not have given them a kind reception.  Standing in the open car door by the light of the courtesy lamps she faced him across the roof of the car.  Making sure she had his attention, she peeled the straps off her shoulders before reaching behind her and unzipping the thin white dress.  The silky material did its job by causing the garment to slide effortlessly off her body to puddle at her feet.

The dress had shimmered in the window of the resort boutique as it caught her eye earlier today.   She knew it would be perfect for this occasion.  Thin enough that it was nearly transparent, yielding enough to let her nipples proclaim themselves and sexy enough that she didn’t need to wear anything under it. 

His eyes had been all over her all night.  It was just the kind of build up she had wanted to provoke.  A woman doesn’t want to mute the anticipatory excitement in her lover.  When a man knows he’s going to get to fuck his date at the end of the evening, there is a danger of his becoming complacent.  In that case she has to put her sex on display in just the right amount to bring up his temperature to peak at the end of the evening when she’s ready to surrender.  The look he gave her across the roof of the car at the moment she became naked was what she’d hoped for.  The table was set.

She concluded her performance by slowly removing the pins from her hair and shaking her brunette tresses loose.  She might regret loosening her hair in the morning when she tries to get the sand out, but at this moment it is the right – no, perfect – thing to do.

He was still fumbling with his clothes as she tossed her dress and pins on the seat and closed the car door.  Turning her gaze toward the beach once more, she picked her way to the front of the car and stood awaiting him.  The creatures of the tropical night lent their creaking and chirping to the gentle lap of the water.  A steady breeze came off the sea and set about exploring her entire body.  As she hugged herself she shivered, not because she was cold but with excitement.

The car door slammed and he was at her side.  When his arm encircled her naked waist, she turned toward him.  Their embrace was easy.  Her nipples pressed against his warm chest but weren’t crushed.  His hardening cock exerted promising pressure on her carefully shaved vulva but wasn’t insistent.  She placed her hands on his shoulders as they joined the kiss.  Their open mouths worked together for a moment before she offered him her tongue. He continued the unhurried theme of their encounter by sucking it slowly and gently. 

She let their oral congress build her desire.  She knew that she had been wet most of the night in anticipation of having this man.  At points during the meal she was concerned that her vaginal secretions might be marking her dress.  That was before she decided that she hoped they were.  She was a woman who was going to be fucked by a very capable, very desirable man.  That was something to celebrate. So if a stain on the back of her skirt advertised that fact as they left the restaurant with their arms around each other’s waists, that was fine with her.

When they drew back from the kiss his cock sprang into rigid, horizontal presentation.  She looked at it and then into his eyes.  The light provided by the moon was surprising bright.  She could read the desire on his face quite clearly.

He took her hand and led her the short distance to the water’s edge.  She stole glances at his bobbing erection while she felt her breasts sway with her unsteady steps. 

They crossed the vegetation’s limit onto the loose sand, then the smooth wet packed sand at the margin of the water.  She thought about wading into the water as part of their little ritual but then remembered warnings the resort published about jelly fish that might lurk in the surf of undeveloped beaches.  Instead, she drew him to a halt.  This was the place where he’d have her.

She came around to face him.  Maintaining eye contact, she sank immediately to her knees.  With one hand on his thigh, she grasped his cock with her other hand.  Confirming that she still had his rapt attention, she placed his organ into her mouth.  By now the shape and feel of his cock was familiar to her.  She had known many cocks and had learned to appreciate the unique character of each.  She knew that cocks were as varied as the men they were attached to.  Just as each man smelled differently and tasted differently when a pool of his semen lay on her tongue, the topography of each hard cock was special  The one that she sucked on now had a nice, full head and a bulging urethra on its underside.  It made a very interesting object for her tongue and lips to explore.

She had given his appliance a thorough end-to-end lick, made several pumps and was about to attempt her first deep throat of the evening when his hand slipped beneath her chin and checked her.  His other hand had been behind her head, urging her in her efforts.  She looked up as he gently pulled her head away from his member.  He was ready to move on.  She was grateful for his consideration.  He knew that she wanted him to cum in her vagina, not her mouth.

As he knelt in front of her, she sat back on her heels, making sure her knees were well apart.  She laid her hands on her thighs and watched him through half open eyes.  His cock bowed as he leaned forward and slipped a finger into her cunt.  His other hand went to her waist to steady them as he began to work inside her.

Her eyes were already closed and her head lulling when his moistened thumb flicked her clit.  She gasped.  He took that as a signal to repeat the touch.  Her body was swaying unsteadily as his ministrations generated sparks of pleasure that radiated from her clint through her abdomen to her nipples.

She felt his arm encircle her as he leaned forward.  Still plying her cunt and clit, he began to suckle at her breasts, first one then the other.  The compounded sensations were too much.  She threw her head back, breathing noising through her mouth.  The gasps turned to moans as she felt herself lifting off in an upward spiral of pleasure.

Her body stiffened and jerked as she went over.  She fought to maintain her balance only to stay in contact with his members that were causing such amazing pleasure.  Relentlessly, he kept up his stimulations until she could stand it no longer.

His arm slipped from around her as she lay back in a controlled fall, coming to rest on her back.  Retrieving her feet from under her, she planted them in the wet sand.  That allowed her to arch her back and drive her sex more insistently into his hand as she sought to rekindle the waves of pleasure that were now subsiding.

Her first indication that something had changed was when she felt his finger withdraw to be replaced with the blunt pressure of his cock head against her pussy lips.  At last.  She was more than ready for his cock.  She was trembling with anticipation as he wiped his cock head up and down her slit.  Then he paused.  She could feel the thing she wanted most lying between her moist lips only a thrust away from fulfilling her.

She held still to await his entry.  He knew the way very well, having made the journey several times in the past few days.  She could rely on him to penetrate her without any wasted effort.  He only needed to do it.  She couldn’t hold still much longer.  She would have to try …

He pushed.  She felt herself yield to his force, opening before him.  His head was in.  He drew back slightly and pushed again.  She gasped between pants as she felt herself being filled.  Again.  He was almost completely inside.  Then she felt the softness of his pubic hair against her pussy.  He was in.  She rejoiced in the feeling of once again being filled with a man.

She could, she raised her legs so that they were parallel with his torso and then clamped his flanks.  She was ready to ride with his thrusts.  Make it a good one, she thought.

He began with slow, steady strokes.  She met each push with one of her own.  That nice fat cock head did its work, catching her internal hot spot with nearly every thrust.  Her passion increased, causing her to anticipate another orgasm.  Eager for the fulfillment, she used her legs to encourage him to stroke faster.  He picked up on her need and complied.

She was bucking and writhing when she climaxed the second time, no doubt making it more difficult for him to maintain a rhythm, but he persisted doggedly riding out her hurricane of passion.  She was still locked in its throes when he lost it.  He hitched, tried a stroke and then plunged into her.  His initial cry startled her.  Then he gasped and groaned as additional shocks wracked his body. 

He was making his final gift to her.

For some reason that thought popped into her passion-fogged mind.  This would be the last time she would share herself with this man.  The thought didn’t provoke regret.  She’d been fucked by other men that she never expected to see again.  This was just another closing chapter.  She was young. There would be more men in the future.  For a second she wondered if she could ever settle down with one.  She pushed that question away unanswered.

He collapsed on top of her, panting.  She wrapped her arms tightly around him as his weight pressed her into the sand.  Holding a man with his cock still in place was like a little dessert – a calm moment when she could appreciate the wonder of what had just happened.

She opened her eyes and was startled by the huge display of stars in the dark sky. The moon was out of her field of view at the moment.  It was just the myriad of bright twinkling specks.  That made her think of his sperm.  They were little (sparkling?) packets of his life that were now mingled with her life.  They would remain active inside her long after he had withdrawn his cock from her body. If she hadn’t been protected, they could start a new life within her.  What a marvelous, miraculous thing sex was, she thought.  And how wonderful that there are so many men to experience it with!

He raised himself on his elbows and looked into her face rather dazedly.

“That was amazing.  The best yet.”

She smiled, very pleased.  This was such a nice guy.

“Yes, it was.  Thank you for fucking me here.”  She thought and the added earnestly, “Thanks for all the fucks.  They were all wonderful.”

As she said that, she clenched her pussy muscles around his cock.  He noticed her effort and responded by rocking his cock within her.  He was withering and unable to do more, but they watched each other’s faces as they gently stimulated each other.

At last she relaxed.  His cock had retreated too much for further play.  He shifted his weight to signal his intention to rise.  She moved to show her readiness to disengage.  In two smooth movements he was out of her and kneeling and then standing over her.  He extended his hands to her.  When she accepted, he pulled her into a standing position with little effort on her part.  Her legs felt rubbery.

“Want to rinse off?” he asked with a vague gesture to the lagoon.

She shook her head, thinking of the jelly fish.

“I’m okay.”

Their arms were around each other’s waists for support more than anything as they picked their way back to the car on unsteady legs.  She glanced at his soft cock that still glistened with their fluids.  She felt her own wetness creeping down her inner thigh.  These were only peripherally important, however.  The dominant feeling in her body was the tingling after glow of having enjoyed fulfilling sex.  Her euphoria made her mindless of the sensations of her distant legs.  She could have been floating back to the car.

They parted automatically to return to their respective doors.  She arranged her dress on the back rest of the seat.  He noted that she apparently did not intend to dress and threw his clothes in the back seat.  Since they were returning to what the brochure had described as “a clothing optional resort for couples only”, it did seem unnecessary to dress.  After a bit of dabbing of her pussy and thigh using tissues from her purse, she took her seat.

They were silent for the first few minutes of the drive to the resort.  She struggled for something to say.  Blessedly, he stepped up.

“I guess you have to pack up tonight.”

It didn’t sound like a question but she was more than happy to answer.

“Not really.  We can pack in the morning.  The flight isn’t until after one.”

The pause made her apprehensive.  Then he took the initiative again.

“I’ll miss you … uh, you guys.  I don’t know what we’ll do for the next week.  I guess look for another hook-up.”

“I’d just play it by ear.  You could play the field a little.  You had chances this week to do that.”

“Yeah, but we liked you guys so much.”  He stole a look from the road now that they were on the flatter, straighter highway that formed the last mile to the resort.   “You probably spoiled us for anybody else.”

“Just substitute quantity for quality,” she smiled, secretly pleased at his quandary.

The guard in the shack at the gate barely glanced at the room card that her companion presented before admitting them.  When they were parked and the engine shut off, neither of them reached for the door handle.  They gazed at each other for a long moment before she leaned across to him.  He took the cue and met her in the middle. 

Nothing touched except their lips and, eventually, their tongues.  Finally they broke by mutual consent and sat back.  After another long pause, she spoke in a low tone.

“We can’t sit here all night.”

Simultaneously, they opened their doors, stepped out and then reached in to retrieve their clothes.  She waited for him to join her.  They strolled across the parking lot and onto the grounds as though being naked were the most common thing in the world.  Actually, in another eight hours or so it would be the most common thing, at least at this establishment.

They followed the path past the guest room buildings down to the beach bungalows.  Both of their bungalows had lights in the windows.

“I wonder if they’re back,” he said.  “Those lights could just be left on by the turndown service.”

“We’ll see.”

She stopped on the path before stepping up on the porch and turned to him.

“Let’s plan on doing breakfast.”

“Yeah.”

She offered a smile to lighten the mood, then she reached out and grasped his cock.

“Take care of mommy’s little friend.  I wouldn’t want anything to happen to such a nice little guy.”

He did chuckle.  Seizing the moment, she turned and went into her bungalow.

She deposited her clothes and looked around.  Just the lamp normally put on by the evening maid was lit. 

“Phil?”

No answer.  Not back yet.  She glanced at the nightstand clock.  Pretty late.  What could they be up to?  She smiled at that thought because the answer was obvious.

She used the bathroom and came back into the front room.  He was standing in the front door that she hadn’t closed.  He was still as naked as she.  It occurred to her that his cock was looking chubbier that it had right after their sex.

“They’re still out,” he stated with a shrug.  He looked at her as though she could offer an explanation.  He did look good standing there in the low light.

“Yes.  Apparently, your bride and my boyfriend are pulling a late one.”

She had a feeling something like this was going to happen.  Phil had been very taken with sultry, raven haired Sonya with her climbing vine tattoo that snaked sinuously from her buttock up her back to her shoulder.  It was her suspicion that Phil advocated for this swap arrangement because he wanted Sonya – not just a swap experience.  As a result, they had fucked each other’s partners regularly for the past five days, but in a foursome or in their next door bungalows.  Finally, Phil and Sonya thought it would be “fun” if each went off on a date with the other’s partner for this last night.  It was a thinly veiled attempt to be alone with each other.

She didn’t care.  Phil had been in her life for only four months and she could tell he was not “it” for her.  But her companion was on his honeymoon.  True, Sonya and he were both players – something she was not – but she couldn’t help thinking that their marriage might not last longer than the plane ride home. 

She pushed that thought from her mind.  This was not her problem.  What she had was a question: What to do with this opportunity?

“Uh, want to go down on the beach and hang out until they get back?”

She perked up at his unexpected suggestion.  Maybe this night still had some life in it.  With the right encouragement his excellent cock was probably good for one more.  She could still feel the residual impression of that cock in her recently stretched vagina.  Happy anticipation made her twitch “down there.”

“Sure.  Let’s grab some towels.”  Then she smiled and added wistfully: “There’s still plenty of moonlight left.”

End