3 comments/ 14222 views/ 6 favorites Caribbean Eden Ch. 01 By: MStyles69 A few years ago, my wife and I decide to take week long vacation in Jamaica. Since it was our 15th wedding anniversary, we decided to leave our kids with their grandparents so it could be just us. After a good bit of research, we found an "all inclusive" resort in Jamaica that was limited to only adults. Our reasoning was that if we weren't bringing our kids, we sure didn't want to have to put up with someone else's! We had a wonderful time, and this is a true story. As we arrived at the resort, we were struck by the beauty that surrounded us. Not only was the area lushly vegetated, the buildings took full advantage of the temperate climate. The lobby was completely open to the air with a thatched roof. The whole resort looked very tropical and nicely aged, even though it was only a few years old. The friendly manner of the staff really put us at ease and made the whole environment very welcoming. The pools, hammocks, dining areas, massage huts, gardens, ponds, and beach were so refreshing compared to the bustling city life we had just escaped from. While there are lots of things we could share about this trip, there was one night which sticks out as one of our most memorable. It was our third night at the resort, which was about when we were really starting to relax after trying to experience all the activities the resort had to offer. That evening, we took quick showers, separately this time because she wanted to get all dressed up for me before our late dinner in the fine dining restaurant. After her shower, she actually made me leave the room while she finished! But it was worth it... When I arrived back at the room my wife greeted me at the door looking stunningly seductive. She wore a short black silk dress with thin shoulder straps and a deep V neckline. While it was by no means too revealing considering those around us, it was much more revealing than I had been used to seeing her wear. She looked fabulous and I told her so, maybe a bit too many times...I was just so stunned with how beautiful she looked. As we arrived at the restaurant we had to wait for a few minutes before our table was ready. As we stood there I ran my hand gently up and down her side while embracing her in a sideways hug. Unlike at home, I let my hand drop a little lower to the side of her hips briefly across one of her cheeks and back up to her lower back. I could feel her snuggle up closer to me and she let out a soft sigh, so I continued this for a few more times before I realized something was different...no panty lines! My wife somehow knew when I had noticed this, and looked up a me with a sly grin, gave me a peck on the lips, and then winked at me. I don't know if she realized it or not at the time, but I actually got a bit dizzy and confused. My wife just didn't act like this anymore, at least not since her days had been filled with housework and taking care of our kids. I was beginning to realize the importance of having that couple time for keeping your marriage vibrant. During dinner, which was superb, we each had a couple of glasses of wine and talked and laughed like we hadn't done in years. Again I began rubbing her back, and this time she looked at me and said, "rub a little higher." That was when I realized that she was also not wearing a bra. Somehow I hadn't noticed, maybe because it fit her so well and maybe because I was so preoccupied with how happy and engaged she seemed. Surely some of it was also due to my so intrigued with my earlier discovery. Never the less, I found myself so taken by her (and her state of dress) that I was felt much more "intoxicated" than was justified by two glasses of Chardonnay. After a scrumptious desert I wanted to head straight back to the room, but she really wanted to go visit the piano bar. We had been there briefly once, and this night was Karaoke night. While I'm not a big fan of hearing tone deaf people sing, the pianist was excellent and whenever someone was off key he would chime in (sometimes drowning them out) so that it was still quite enjoyable. The room was not very large, but was very comfortable. After awhile, one of the couches became available that was shaped almost like a mattress shaped to a reclining position. With her short dress, she had to be careful not to reveal anything but it was quite comfortable and relaxing. After cuddling there for awhile, and a third glass of wine, I got up the nerve to sing "Love Me Tender" to her. Since I had never done anything like that before, she was the one surprised for a change and seemed to be almost swooning. At one point near the end of the song, as we were making eye contact, she changed the way her legs were crossed so that I (and only I) got the briefest of glimpses up her dress. By this time, I was so turned on that I just had to go back to the room. Someone she realized this and had swung her legs to the side and was getting off of the couch just as I was passing by. Without even a word we just looked at each other and quietly strolled back to our room. Once in the room, we opened the windows to our third story room, which was not far from the piano bar. Since it had its large windows open, we could still hear the music along with the faint sound of the nearby beach. Luckily, our room also had two well placed palm trees so that even during the day it was impossible to see into the room except from the edge of the beach, which was quite a distance away. This allowed us to leave the window and curtains open and still have plenty of privacy. Even so, we did not turn on the lights but instead let the light of the half moon outside our window be the only illumination. Over the next hour or so, we kissed and danced around the room with me enjoying feeling her body trough her dress. Slowly, she removed my clothes, beginning with my shirt, followed eventually by my shorts. I had though those would never come off, but she was just keeping up the tension as she danced seductively against me. Although it was an odd feeling, being completely nude while my wife stood there in her dress (just as she had been at dinner and the bar), made me even more aware of my nakedness...and was quite a turn on! Somehow again she read me and realized that I had had about all that I could stand. As coolly as she had been all night, she reached over to the side of the room and pulled out the cushioned leather chair that was against the wall. Without talking, she started dancing with me again and gracefully nudged me back into the chair and then ever so slowly, danced astraddle me, letting me feel the dress and her skin gently brushing against me. Gradually, she danced lower and lower until I felt her body touch mine in the most intimate of places. My world was spinning, and I couldn't believe how much she was turning me on...and then it got even better. As she lowered herself to my lap she didn't allow me to go inside. Instead she had nuzzled me to where the underside of my privates was pressed against the front of her mound...her shaved mound! This time, I shuddered with excitement as she continued to move against me. Although my hands had been enjoying her breasts through her dress, it was even so much more intense when she then reached up, pulled the straps off her shoulders, and eased down the top of her dress so I could see and touch them bare skinned. This was her weakness, for a as I began to touch them and then to caress them she could no longer stand the tension which she had so patiently built. As we began to kiss deeply she rubbed her soft, shaved skin against me more and more quickly and firmly until she finally stood part way up, rocked her hips forward, and allowed me to slide just inside her moist lips. Then, she froze. For what seemed like minutes she tarried there, making on the most subtle of movements as she dripped of anticipation. As she hovered there, I again brought my lips to her breast, lightly tracing them again before gently licking, and then sucking in between my lips and then my teeth. This was finally too much for her and she slowly eased down on me, and began to thrust herself on me as with all the passion that had been stored up from the evening. We were already so aroused that we exploded into simultaneous climaxes, almost violently banging out every last ounce of one of the most intense orgasms we had ever had. Afterward, we sat there in the chair for a few minutes, enjoying the afterglow of such an intense, intimate experience. While we sat there, I pulled the dress over her head and threw it to the side so that we could sit there in a cloth less embrace, completely exposed to each other, and basking in the touch of each other's skin. When we finally got up, exhausted, we simply pulled back the covers to our bed and laid on top of the mattress. The warm tropical air occasionally blowing through the room was so nice and warm that we didn't even bother to pull up the sheets to cover ourselves. Instead, we simply laid there in our embrace and drifted off to sleep. Once more that night, and again the next morning as the sun began to lighten the sky, we enjoyed each other's bodies in the privacy of our room, but with open windows, a cool breeze, and a beautiful view of Caribbean between the palms outside our window. Except as the sun was setting, low in the sky but above the trees, we found that it was impossible to see into our room. So for the next two days and nights we enjoyed many more "open air" experiences and being "naked and unashamed." Caribbean Eden Ch. 02 On the third day of our Jamaican vacation, my wife and I woke early so that we could have a bit of time together in the bay before beginning our scuba diving course. One of the great things about the resort we were at was that almost all of the activities were free, including the scuba diving lessons. Neither my wife nor I had done anything like that, so we decided to give it a try. Our first lesson began at 9 AM and went for only a bit over an hour before there was a long break till after lunch. With a bit of time to kill, we decided to take one of the sea canoes out in the bay. Although the bay had several resorts on its shores, the bay wasn't very crowded at this time of the morning. In fact, there were only a handful of people out on the water in various sailboats, canoes, and one scraggly looking fishing boat. The sole occupant of the latter looked like a well fed version of Bob Marley and he did, in fact, sing. He trolled along the rope line that marked off the swimming area striking up conversations with everyone he could get close to. He was quite friendly, but most salesmen are...especially if their product happens to be one that you apparently had just smoked yourself. We had met him while swimming in the nude bathing area the prior day (yes, we were warming up to the laid back attitude though at this point we only took our bathing suits off after we got in the water). Today he simply gave us a big grin and a wave as his boat sputtered past us not much faster than our canoe. Once we got out in the middle of the bay I persuaded my wife to "free the ladies" while we explored. Although she was hesitant and I had to make my case a couple of times, a bit of a shy, naughty, school girl grin exposed that she was liking it more than she let on. After nearly half an hour on the water we decided to head for a point of land on the unoccupied edge of the bay. Although it looked deserted from the water, once we got on land we found it covered in trails and the occasional fire pit. Somewhat to my disappointment, this prompted my shy wife to cover the ladies back up. While we were careful not to go too far back in the woods for fear of getting lost (or mugged), we found no one nearby and decided to rest in an open area just a few feet back from the shore. Although we could see the water and just make out our canoe, we were pretty sure that no one could see us from the bay. As I sat astraddle a psalm tree log, my wife joined me, also straddling it and facing me. Once again, my lovely, shy wife smiled the naughty smile that I was becoming familiar with and reached around behind her to unclasp the bikini top. The sight of the moisture on her breasts glimmering in the hot tropical sun immediately brought me to attention, which she smirked at as she saw the bulge in my loose fitting bathing suit. Seductively she slid toward me, leaned over, and initiated a slow, teasing kiss. Because we were sitting facing each other she was having to lean towards me a good bit, and she rested her hands on the log right in front of me, only inches away from my manhood. Her straight arms framed and squeezed her supple breasts, making them appear even larger than they were. Slowly, I slid my hands up and down her arms, pausing on the shoulders to rub around them and then lightly across her back. My wife loves having her upper back rubbed lightly, so at this she let out a small groan and I felt the skin on her arms break out in chill bumps. My right arm slid up behind her head, under her hair, and I gently but firmly tilted her head and brought it too me for a more passionate kiss. As we both began to kiss more earnestly I slid my left hand down across the front of her shoulder and, ever so slowly, traced around her breasts, circling every more closely until I was tracing right along the edge of her nipple. As the tension built I brought my right hand down and around to her other breast. After feeling her breathing pick up and tasting the desire on her lips, I brought the fingers of both hands together and pinched both nipples, at first softly, but then more aggressively as she began rocking on the log so that her clit was getting stimulation as well. After several more minutes of passionate kissing and fondling I began to untie the side of her bikini bottoms so that the passion could keep growing. My hope of course was to have the chance to make love to my wife out in the warm, tropical sun. Much to my disappointment, once the strings came loose she broke the kiss and the mood as she quickly chided me for "exposing her in public." While she was warming up to being topless, taking things further was just too much for her comfort level, epically in this maze of tropical jungle where we just might not be alone after all. Paranoia set in a bit for her, and then for me as I realized that if something did happen we were too far for me to simply call for help. As we paddled back towards our resort's beach it took awhile for her to get over being miffed at me for trying to "take advantage of her" in such a public place. Although I argued back a bit, I quickly figured it was better for me to make apologies and try to move past that as quickly as we could. By the time we got back to the shore, she was mostly over her mood, which was fully cured a few minutes later by a scrumptious lunch and desert. The rest of the day we finished our second scuba lesson, spent some more time in the sun (on the "prude" beach this time) and then had a relaxing dinner in the outdoor restaurant on the property. Once again we visited the piano bar and had a couple of drinks, although tonight it much slower as there were fewer people. Still, the music and drinks worked their magic and this time we reclined on one of the couches and talked about how much fun we were having together in this idyllic place. As the canoeing excursion came back up, much to my surprise she apologized for how she had acted. She said that she had been very turned on and that if she had not been a bit fearful of "bad guys" being out there, she would have made love to me right there, even at risk of getting caught. Being a bit of an exhibitionist at heart, this made me even more dizzy than the drinks and my heart began to race with the thought of the chance to fulfill one of my naughty fantasies. In truth, however, I think I would be mortified at getting caught in the act. It's more the risk that I find a turn, at least as far as I knew so far. After two more round of drinks for me and one more for her, we decided to make our way back to our room. Along the way we walked past a small court yard and I remembered that I had seen a hammock on the far side off by itself. Without explaining myself I asked her to follow me as I made my way across the grass and through a small flower bed, all the while just telling her to trust me. In the flower bed there had been some landscape lighting that shined on the side of our building. That made the hammock all but impossible to see. As she saw it, he trepidation changed to one of being impressed that I had found such a cozy place. Carefully, since we were both fairly tipsy, we climbed into the hammock. It didn't take long before we began making out and fondling each other like teenagers in the back seat of a car. While we took our time, since we weren't wearing much due to the heat it didn't take long before breasts were exposed, panties were wet, and I was aching from being cooped up. As I began to work on removing her pants she began to protest, but this time much less strongly than earlier in the day. As we continued to make out I gently pointed out that here we were safely in the resort compound. I also reminded her of the lights that had made it so hard to see the hammock and convinced her that even if people passing by could see us, they wouldn't be able to make out what we were up to. Although it took a bit of time to continue building up the tension, it wasn't too long before she slid out of her shorts, slid mine down, and somewhat clumsily climbed on top of me. Laying in a hammock is challenging enough by yourself when sober, so we had a few giggles with it being two of us, tipsy, and turned on. After almost falling out of the hammock twice, we finally found a position that allowed her to mount me while having the pressure at just the right place to fulfill her yearnings. Partly due to the ever-present fear (or thrill) of getting caught, and a good case of 'whisky dick', we were able to enjoy this position for quite some time. For a long time she gently and rhythmically stroked me with her womanhood while I fondled and sucked on her breasts, with only occasional breaks for a lingering kiss. Finally, the tension had built up so much that we were both about to explode. What triggered it was when I took my hands, cupped her breasts, and began to firmly and somewhat recklessly squeeze and twist her full breasts. She was so "in the moment" that she began to groan just a bit too loudly. So right as she was starting to cum I had to release her breasts to place on hand behind her head and the other over her mouth. Unexpectedly, this appeared to turn her on even more as I was mostly blocking her ability to breath deeply. What stated out as a strong orgasm for her, ended up as an explosion with her almost violently riding me while I tried desperately to muffle her now primal moaning. Though it was incredibly strong, this went on longer than I expected. Fortunately for me, my release didn't come until towards the end when her trusting was the most vigorous and unbridled. Exhaustion was the only way to describe how we felt right after such a strong, simultaneous orgasm. Rather than rushing off, we laid there for what we meant to be just a few minutes. Instead I think we must have fallen asleep for nearly half an hour, still mostly undressed. As we woke back up, however, the closeness and satisfaction we felt was a deep reward the risk we had finally taken.