Weekend Getaway

The trip had been a perfect getaway for the long weekend. They had both needed a break from their stressful jobs. Other than dressing for dinner, neither of them had worn more than a swimsuit in the last three days. Her skin was a golden brown except for where those small triangles of blue material had been covering. She was stretched out on the lounger dozing to the sounds of the surf as the sun warmed her skin. He almost hated to wake her, but they needed to be on their way if they were going to make this one last adventure before it was back to reality.

He slid his hand up the back of her lean leg and let it follow the curve of her hip before brushing it way up her spine. He saw her smile lazily but she didn’t open her eyes. She loved to be stroked and touched. As he leaned in, he bushed long chestnut colored tendrils away from her neck. He nibbled there a moment before whispering in her ear.

“We’ve got to go or we’ll miss the boat,” he said.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” she asked, but rolled to her side. The movement caused his hand to brush across her breasts. He cupped her tit and squeezed gently. He watched as her nipple hardened poking out against the thin swimsuit.

“Keep that up and we’ll miss the boat for sure,” she said. She pushed up from the chair and he swatted her ass as she walked past.

Within 15 minutes they were on their way to the dock. An afternoon cruise to a private island, snorkeling and relaxing awaited them. It was going to be the perfect ending to their mini vacation.

They loaded the Gettin’Busy, with the rest of the patrons and soon were enjoying the cool sea breeze as they made their way to their private oasis. She had pulled her long hair back into a ponytail secured at the base of her neck to keep it from whipping into her face.

After a short 30 minute ride, they arrived. The island was beautiful. The white sand beaches framed the lush landscape. There were private cabanas with hammocks stretched between secluded palms for each of them. He could see their late afternoon spent there curled into each others bodies. A tiki bar was set up for their refreshments and just like the brochure promised all the equipment they needed for their water sports activities was there just waiting for them to check it out.

They picked their spot. Left the few things they had brought with them and went to get their mask and fins. They headed out into the water, floating, swimming, drifting. There had only been four other couples on the boat, so it was like having the island all to themselves. Everyone had gone in different directions. And with the big blue ocean in front of them, it was like theirs alone to explore and enjoy.

She was new to snorkeling, but always thrived on adventure. That’s one of the things he loved about her. That willingness to try anything made her so much fun. Just a few weeks ago she was wondering if the fish would nibble on her toes, now here she was enjoying one of his favorite things.

They followed the shoreline for a while. The underwater view was almost as spectacular as the one in front of him. Her pert little ass bobbing up and down in front of him made him forget all about the fish swimming beneath them.

They continued around the curve of the island and into a cove. He swam next to her. Then reached out and pulled her to him. He rolled her over onto her back. The water made every move effortless. Her body was undulating slightly as the ocean rocked them. He ran his hands over her slick wet body. Her breasts were rounded and in the perfect location for him to lower his mouth too. They were only barely contained in her tiny suit. He lowered his head and captured her pert nipple drawing suit and all into his mouth.

A small moan escaped her mouth. She felt one hand on the small of her back supporting her, the other just kept moving across her. She felt him rub across her stomach, down to her thigh, then back up.

“It’s not the fish you need to worry about nibbling on you,” he said softly.

He pulled the material aside to so that he could taste her right nipple. His tongue swirled around it. He tasted the saltiness of the ocean water and he tasted her. He pulled her into his mouth. His mouth fit around her areola and he sucked gently at first then increased the pressure.

His other hand slid up her back to the string around her neck. She felt the tie give as he tugged gently. She felt it before she saw it floating away from her skin. It was only then she even thought about the other people.

“What if someone sees?” she asked.

His answer was to bite down on her nipple. The question was forgotten.

The sun reflected from the water made unique streaks across her skin. His mouth seemed to be everywhere lapping at her like the ripples in the water. He moved down her stomach until he reached the waistband of her bikini bottoms. He moved away from her so that he could swim between her legs. He pushed her legs apart as he moved closer to her. They floated effortlessly.

His warm mouth moved over her mound. She felt him hot and warm next to her. Then she felt him slip his fingers inside her suit and pull. He was working the wet bottom down her body. She felt it as he worked it over her thighs, down her knees and over her shins. She felt him move away from her as he slipped the small scrap over her feet. He slipped the leg opening over her snorkel so that they wouldn’t float away. The he returned between her legs.

She was burning now, but not from the sun. She saw his head between her thighs. The water dripped from his dark, thick hair. She felt his hands reach for her hips as he pulled her close to him. She normally loved to watch him, but today all she could do was lay back and enjoy. She had waxed for their mini- vacation and he was enjoying her smooth, bare lips. There was nothing in his way as he dove in deep with his tongue. He loved how she tasted. He flattened his tongue and slid it up and down her slit. Matching the rhythm set by the ocean.

He pulled her close to him, angling her hip so that she fit perfectly against his mouth. His finger spread her so that he could tease that hard nub. He mouth worked her clit as his fingers dove inside her. She felt him pumping in and out slowly, his tongue swirling around her. He heard what sounded like a whimper from her as he sucked her clit into his mouth. He loved how responsive she was. He could taste her juices flowing. He added a second finger as he increased the speed of his hand. Just by crooking his finger a little, he knew it would allow him to brush across that bundle of nerves inside her. He felt her clinch around his fingers the instant he came in contact with her G-spot.

He continued sucking and nibbling on her clit as he stroked her over and over. He knew just what would drive her over the top. As he sucked hard on her clit, he allowed one finger to slide back past her pussy and into her tight ass. He pressed inside her, felt her tighten then give in to the pleasure. He pumped in and out of her while working her with his mouth. He felt the water splash against him as she moved against him, trying to get closer, to press tighter. He held her in place as the last stroke of his tongue pushed her over the edge. He felt her tighten, then explode around him. She cried out. He continued to fuck her with his mouth and fingers as he helped her ride the crest of her orgasm.

When she finally stilled he watched as a contented smile spread across her mouth. He moved from between her legs admiring her mostly naked form drifting on the waves. A deep blue string around her chest was keeping her suit from floating away. She reached for him and drew his mouth to hers. Her tongue pushed inside him dancing around his mouth. She drew herself around him. He felt her legs wrap around his waist. Her hot center pressed against his stomach.

He felt her lips move down his neck. Her hands worked his shoulders.

She let her legs drop lower so that she could work her way down to his chest. Her mouth clamped down on his nipple. He felt her tongue flick across it before he felt the sharp nip of her teeth.

Then she allowed her hands to move lower still. Finding her way inside his trunks, she could feel his hard bulge as she worked him free. Her hands wrapped around his cock as she began stroking him. She pushed his swimsuit down to his thighs. His head dipped back, enjoying the feeling of the water, the sun and he expert hands.

Then he watched as she slipped beneath the surface of the water. He felt her lips suction around his cock and her hands grip his balls. Everything was so wet and slick. Her mouth was so hot on his rigid length. After a few moments, she surfaced for a breath, then slipped back below the water as she pushed him to the brink.

He felt her tongue lapping against him just like the waves.

When she came up for air, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He wasted no time burying his cock inside her folds. His hand snaked between them and found her clit. She bounced on his shaft as he rubbed and flicked her clit. She was tightening on him. He felt her walls clench against him. He knew she was close to coming for the second time this afternoon. His hands slipped under her hips, holding her against him creating just the right friction for her. He felt her burst once again and he followed with a climax that rocked him to his core.

When they had both settled, he helped her adjust her suit and they made their way back around to the beach area. A smile crossed his lips as he thought of their private cabana and that hammock.