0 comments/ 9792 views/ 0 favorites Holiday Extended By: Maximus~the~great As the light from the fire danced over her prone form, each flicker on every curve. I reached out for the phone, her eyes glazed slightly with recent bliss but still clear enough to plea the words "..don't answer that..." With reluctant acceptance to the inevitable, she rolled over and was treated to the sight of her delightful bottom. Flipping the rotten little piece of modern technology, which tethers me, open. Receiving a single word to which I respond in kind, the very same word. As the instructions are being spouted off, my eyes gaze over her and an idea is spawned. I did something I had never done before, I interrupted the nameless, faceless Voice on the other end. " Wait One", cupping the receiver, " Do you have a passport?" Rolling back towards me, taking in her beauty and trying to concentrate as she answers and her interest peaked" Yes....Why?" "You free the next few days?" With a crooked smile and raised eyebrow " I can be.......Whatta ya got in mind?" I love it when she's playful. Winking to her I continue with the Voice "Change in plans, I'll need two seats" watching her eyes brighten " ....yes.....yes...I understand" smiling back at her " Six hours." An audible beep and I closed the phone. "Well?" "Well, we have six hours to get dressed, go home, pack, and get to the airport" "Wait" and so I did, stopping in my tracks, like a statue " You haven't told me where we are going?" "Curacao" * * * * * Through the small window, a hazy crescent moon could be seen. Turning my attention back to the angel that sleeps beside me. Our seats reclined As far back as they can go, listening to her soft breath. Watching the gentle rise and fall of the single blanket that covers us. Her arm wrapped around me, mine around her. Reaching out to clear a rogue lock away. Even in this dim light I can easily make out her beautiful face, her cute nose, closed lids with long lashes, full lips, edges slightly curled back in her slumber. It appeared that it was the first time she allowed herself to relax in a rather long while. Smiling to myself, remembering her regaling me with her Captains' reaction to her request for some time off. I believe her exact words were " Who is this really?" followed up with " What have you done with the real Lefay?" We had shared at laugh at that, and now I smiled again, knowing that we would soon be on the ground. * * * * * After making out way through customs and baggage claim, we selected a green and yellow cab, and we were on our way. The sun was newly raised, it's golden radiance bathe the tiny island that was just waking up. With the window down we enjoyed the constant gentle breeze that ran over the paradise. In a few scant minutes, we pulled up into the parking lot of what could be considered, by island standards as, an office building "This will only take a few moments" I reassured her. True to my word I was back with a manila envelope in my hand. Quickly I asked the driver if he could find the address I read off from a card. Always the investigator, I could see she was more than curious to our next stop." We'll be there soon." "But…" "I want it to be a surprise." "I…." "I know, I know….you don't like surprises. You'll like this one…I promise." Delving once again into her eyes, then the queries stopped. * * * * * I had studied the map on the flight, it seems the taxi driver decided on the scenic route. He rambled on and on, pointing out sight after sight. Either he was fishing for a bigger tip or he really was proud of his home. Either way I was more enthralled by the angel. Exchanging glances and smiles, holding hands. * * * * * The winding road, a path rarely used by the locals and even less than by tourists, was flanked by wondrous plants, trees and wildflowers, colors more vibrant and brilliant than I thought possible. Turning down a simply driveway, until reaching our destination. Only a second after he shifted to park was Lefay out of the car. While the driver went to get the baggage, I removed the keys from the envelope. Her eyes were wide with astonishment, taking in her surroundings. Making careful steps over the slabs of slate that make up the walkway. The secluded little house was even more than I had expected. Single floor, stonewalls worn by time and the elements. Opening the front door, placing the bags on the terra cotta tiled floor, the same shade as the roofs'. Paying the driver plus a rather nice tip We toured the house. It was cozy to say the least, white wall making it cool, well placed area rugs, a comfortable sofa and couch, an all marble bathroom .The kitchen was more than adequate and happily it was fully stocked. The second set of keys were for the jeep we later found in the garage. The bedroom was simple enough, a dresser, two end tables and a four-post bed. When we looked at each other just then, we both raised and eyebrow each at the same time, causing us to both share another laugh and smile. A sliding glass door that led to the patio in the back and to the beach beyond. A hammock swaying in the island breeze. The waves, bright blue with snow white crests, lapping at the shore. Lefay completed the vision of paradise when she stepped out on to the shore. Stepping up from behind her, putting my hands on her hips, bringing myself near, whispering in her ear"…you like?" Turning around, keeping my hold at her waist, looking incredibly at me. A half crooked smile, and a raised eyebrow, as fingers now rest behind my neck. "Just a little" Leaning in unison, eyelids falling, heads tilting in opposite directions, lips finally touching, pulling her even closer. Mouths opening, careful tips of tongue, engaging in a slow and sensual massage of each other. Moaning as a hand finds her bottom. Fingertips slowly around, cupping my face. Feeling my lower lip being enveloped by hers, suckling softly, riding the edge of her teeth. I am motionless as she pulls back just enough to break contact. Letting looses a soft sigh I open my eyes to meet hers. Purring,"…you like?" in a playful tone. Slowly nodding as the words have left me for the moment. She giggled and started to head back for the house. Watching her, her hips shifting as she crossed the sand. Taking a minute to survey the area for myself. Looking to see that the nearest house was well over a mile away. Strolling inside, heading for the bedroom, finding the angel just finishing unpacking. Through the mirror above the dresser, she can see me in the doorway, smiling at her. Once again I am behind her, tenderly pulling her hair to one side, kissing the side of her neck. Trailing up with great care not to miss a spot. Delighting in the sharp intake of her breath and the low rolling moan of her approval. Nibbling the edge of her ear. Watching her reflection, eyes closing, rolling her head back to rest on my shoulder, a smile curling. My hands slipping around to the front of her in a loving embrace. Gliding cautiously over the material covering the curve of her bosom. Loving how the nipples could already be felt starting to bud. I suckle her earlobe, letting it slide over and through my teeth. Grasping their fullness, cupping and squeezing her breasts, lunging with heavy breath. The fire in me starting to stir, building quickly. With like minds, as I arch my hips forward she pushes her bottom back. Nimbly undoing one button after the next. Parting the material, revealing incredibly thin, soft white lace. Continuing to grind back to me, stoking my excitement. Turning to face me once again, hands caressing and touching, tugging away at our clothes. Lips covering each other, eyes locked. Pulling the zipper on the back of her skirt down, ending as a halo around her ankles, as she focuses her attention on my now bare chest. As the she moves along the collarbone and moves down, giving tiny kisses, I moan louder. Gasping at the flicking of her tongue over my own nipple, while her lips surround it. Gliding over her shoulder, down her back, using only the thumb and middle finger to deftly unhook her bra. As it falls, I can feel the loosening of my trousers. A purr like moan, slow and drawn out escapes her as she discovers how much her touch has affected me. Open palm, stroking the length, feeling the heat through the thin silk. Her smile, wicked and full of promise, as she turns and starts to cross the room. Following her to the foot of the bed, she presses her upper body in a half lean against a bedpost that rises high above. Her bottom arched in a wicked temptation, one I couldn't, even if I wanted to, resist. Dropping down behind her, kissing the back of her knees, trailing up to the thighs. Hands firmly gripping the silk covered curves before me. Fingertips, motivated by my hunger, curling over the elastic, peeling them down slowly. Laying loving lips on newly bare skin. Stepping out of the panties, legs parted enough to spy the glisten of her arousal. The deep dusky aroma making my want for her turn quickly into an absolute need. Rocking up on the balls of her feet, allowing me to delve in and under. Taking my first taste of her outer edge, suckling the lips, slick with my saliva and her excitement. Her shutter urging me on, feeling the heat of her essence emanating from her core. Fingers outstretched and over the curve, thumbs pushing up from the base of her bottom, kneading the supple flesh, as I feast. Glimpsing her own fingers from in front of her, parting my delight, revealing the tender pink folds. As I tugged and teased, moving closer to the center, to lick and lap the very edge, sparing nary a spot, drinking her in. Hoping to slake my thirst, to quench this fire that has taken hold, taken over me. Tongues tip tracing the contours of her sex, running over and over, delicately encircling the clit, with slow and feathery brushes. Loving every gasp and moan, loving the sudden jolt of her body, when I'd hit just the right spot and the waves that followed. Her breath ragged and heavy, her knees appearing to almost buckle and falter. Bending forward, rising up on tip of toe, threatening to topple. With hands on her waist, I ease her back to me, hinting for her to turn. Sensing what I had in mind, La Fay rose at the hips. I briefly pulled back as she spun before me. Without hesitation, one legs was upon my shoulder, hooking around my neck, drawing my in. My mouth covering her mound. Her hands, one gripping the post behind her for support, the other clamped on the back of my head. Cupping her bosom, my thumbs teasing the hardened points, rubbing circles and tenderly toggling the tips. My head bobbing back and forth, hips meeting my rhythm. Venturing past the threshold, slipping between, in and up, curling the tongue, in a beckoning motion. Moaning upon her softness, the vibrations traveling deeply throughout. Feeling her body tense, I pick up the pace, her legs clenching me in even closer, peering up La Fays' body. Fingernails dragging over the back of my head, while balling into a fist, pulling t the hair. Meeting her eyes as her mouth contorts into such away as to send a message of impending bliss, a hint of the storm raging in her loins. Tiny whimpers, with labored breaths are suddenly replaced with shrieks and cries as her hip buck wildly. The shuttering of her being arriving to that point and going well beyond. The climax which once thundered, crashing loudly, now, slowly, ebbed like the morning tide, each aftershock slightly less than the one before. Easing herself down to the bed, I gingerly unhooked the leg on my neck. Climbing over the angel lying on her back. Velvet soft lips put to her kneecaps, to her thighs, the curve of her hip to lavish the navel. Up the middle, through the valley of her breasts, still heaving a bit. Kissing the edge of her collarbone, along the slope of her neck, under and on tip of chin. Circling the lips that are formed in a broad smile, so broad it may ache. Loving the light laughter mixed with girlish giggles. The cheeks, the nose, on each eyelid before finally gently resting on her forehead. Lowering my body to hers, watching her eyes lazily open and then grow wider at the realization my excitement has yet to subside and is pressing to her thigh. The same smile that was soft and one of satisfaction, now reborn as a wicked grin. Pleasantly surprised at the swiftness of her movement, a combination of good hands and agility, plus the ability to use her toe to draw the material down, I was soon stripped of my boxers. Finally, bare, body against body, almost one but not quite. She can feel the fury raging inside, the want in me. Trying to make me lose control and take her wildly. Hearing her moan my name, knees coming up, flanking my thighs. Her strong hands, fingers spread on the small of my back, running down, following and gripping my buttocks. The light grazing of her toes over my calves. Arching my hips back, and still a bit more, before cautiously moving in. Delighting in how ready she is for me, how I had to catch my breath at just the initial contact and the jolt it had sent through me. Like a chill but instead making me hotter. The resistance of her most intimate holds me back for a moment till she allows me to pass and embrace me with the sweetest tenderness. The sensation causes me to gasp louder than either of us anticipated or expected. Replying with another purr blush. I am rewarded with a contraction of her loins. Making the already impossible grip on my manhood even tighter. Incredibly she continues to pull me in further till I could take no more. Launching my whole being as far as my desire would allow, receiving her gasp in return. Our sensual dance goes on , pulling back slowly as her hips retract. My shaft, swollen and red, soaked with combined arousal. Drawn back, driven in. Each thrust, the impact rippling through her, legs bouncing in rhythm, as her grip on me loosens not. The sounds between us growing, the grunts and groans, the panting and moans. The whispers and shrieks of each other's names. The distinct sound of bodies crashing together, again and again and again. The motion of two bodies becoming one. Faster, harder, each second stoking the fire in me higher and higher, the tempest in her brewing, writhing beneath me. Each trying to hold out as long as we can, trying to put off the release. Her sudden silence, the wild quake, eyes rolling back as she is catapulted into orgasmic bliss again, triggering a shiver of my own, as I throw everything I have left in to a final thrust. Letting loose, letting it take me over. A tidal wave of pleasure washing us away, together in this amazing embrace of ecstasy. Our bodies as one, sharing the others breath, hearts pounding, chest to chest, throbbing over and over surrounded by her core. Together, enjoying the cool breeze accentuated by the layer of perspiration coating us. Sapped of energy, we lay there, panting and holding each other. Gently caressing her exchanging weary smiles, taking in the beauty of her eyes. "So" kissing her softly, "How do you like Curacao so far?" Receiving a smile and a kiss" mmmmmm, I think I could get used to it" Sharing a light laugh she then asked what we were to do next. I simply told her that other than a meeting with someone for lunch tomorrow and another for dinner two days form now, the next five days were ours. We opted for a quick shower before a light lunch. Holiday Extended Ch. 2 The moonlight played off of every curl and ripple. The sea with its infinite repetition. The sound so soothing, so calming, so relaxing, it should rock anyone to sleep…almost anyone. Looking over my shoulder, the ambient light touching gently on every surface, most of all, the face of the angel, bathe in a celestial glow. Smiling softly at her, seeing the peace and tranquility, before sighing breathlessly. Turning my attention back, taking in the magic of the evening. The pure white sand now a ghostly pale blue, the tropical plants barely possessing a hint of their vibrant lush shades of green. Countless stars, burning bright and twinkling, reminding me of pinholes in a black curtain. Stepping out onto the patio, the clay tiles after roasting all day in the sun, now are cool, but not nearly as cool as the sand I tread upon in bare feet. Reaching the shoreline, the whispers of the waves now lapping at my toes. Though I should be exhausted from activity, I felt like a swim. Leaving the only article of my clothing on the beach before wading in. Taking a deep breath just as I dive over a crest, the water, surprisingly warm, soon envelops me. Frantically kicking, arms thrown out, hands cupping propelling myself further and further out. Swimming with such fury only to suddenly roll on to my back and simply, float. Passively riding the motion, gazing once again up at the tiny lights peering down on me. Leisurely using the backstroke to head in. The shallow roars of the waves, alerting me as to when I neared. Turning over, letting the current carry me the rest of the way. Walking out, seawater over my form, trailing and trickling, leaving me chilled but also exhilarated. Retrieving my shorts but not bothering to put them back on. My eyes falling on a spot not far from where I stood. A place where La Fay and I made love that morning. The sand now smooth from the tide but the sensations, so tender and vivid, could never be so easily washed away. Even the brief thought had warmed me to the point of driving away the chill. Cleaning away any sand that has caked my feet, lest I trail any inside. Navigating the darkness, with the occasional shaft of lunar illumination to guide me. The showerheads spring to life and in moments I was re-immersed in an aqueous delight. Soon clean and towel clad In the bedroom I found the angel. She had shifted, more to my side of the bed, still in one of my shirts. Arm draped over the pillow I was using, and her knee hiked high, allowing me to take in her tender beauty. Enjoying the soft curves, both covered and bare. Climbing in and lying behind her , spooning. Taking the comfort of her, even while in deep slumber, snuggling back to me. With her in my embrace, kissing the back of her head, before drifting off to the realms where she dwells for the moment. * * * * As I drove, I delighted in the open road. Thankful for the lack of a top on the jeep, we hugged the curves, the wind whisking over us. Lafay fired off shots from her thirty-five millimeter. It seemed she oohed and ahhed after every turn. Capturing image after breathtaking image on the thin role of film. Scenes of the fabulous terrain, the plants, the local wildlife. Even managing to snap one of a butterfly riding the current of the island breeze. She wore a white polo shirt and khaki pair of shorts, leather sandals. Her hair up in a pony tail, a pair of sunglasses rested by one leg in the V of her shirt. I chose a similar shade for my trousers, and boat shoes. A short sleeved shirt, a pale blue that according to some did something to my eyes but I never saw it myself. Casual but neat. As we neared the town, we realized that the little cottage we were staying in was that secluded. The sheer number of tourists baffled us, and yet a few miles away you would swear that the island was practically deserted. Deciding to see a bit more, we pulled over. Hand in hand we walked the boulevards. Peeking into various shops and boutiques windows. All the while, enjoying the myriad of peoples touring the island, the sights, and the many languages that filled the air. Whether intentional or not, in no time we found ourselves in front of the restaurant. Whisked away by the waitress to a table with a view along the beach. The sky so incredibly blue, stretched out endlessly, nary a cloud to be seen. In the distance the billowing sails of a ship skating across the horizon. The sound of a click drew my attention and I watched Lafay lower her camera. "I hope you didn't waste any of that film on me?" with a gentle smile I asked. With a look of frustration she replied "You know I haven't been able to get a clear shot of you yet…either you are looking away, of something gets in the way, sunglasses or a sudden discovery causes you to turn…. I can't put my finger on it." I could see her mind working. "I'm just a little camera shy." Coyly winking. "Shy!?" with a breathless laugh. Putting my hand over hers, "Well, a little". Kissing her high on the cheek. Slowly pulling back to look in to her eyes, almost as if I were searching for something. Carefully squeezing her fingers and saying to her just above a whisper"…thank you for coming here with me." Her eyes more than any other of her beautiful facial features softened. A redness tinted her face as her gazed dropped lower almost to the plate. Another gentle squeeze, followed by the silent exchange of smiles and glances. From the corner of my eye, I spied a man coming in to the room. Some would call him, rotund, stocky, and solid, some even would say fat. To me he was more of a bear of a man, and clad all in white I'd make it a polar bear at that. He moved like an iceberg, slow and steady in a seat of tables over the wooden deck. I knew him to be in his sixties but could easily pass for someone in his forties who had a very hard life. His hair was short but full, thick like the shade of snow it appeared like. Deep wrinkles covered his cheeks and surrounded his eyes. All in all he did seem to better suited to a climate that could only be described to many as 'Brutal'. Lafay followed my point of attention to the man and chimed" Let me guess…that's who we're meeting." "Correct." Taking a sip of my iced tea. The short trip or perhaps the temperature had left him on the brink of being breathless, but not so much as to prevent his greeting. His voice a thick and heavy baritone that sounded as if it had started deep with in his core and charged forward, "Kak dela, kak poszivaesh?" My mind must have been waiting for it because my response was instantaneous "Neploho druszbau, chevo szalovatsya ved mid szivet v raic." A rumbling yielded a laughter that turned his face deeper red than the heat "Soglaseu!" Taking his handkerchief out to wipe his face and adding in a softer voice "Ona poui maet?" "Nyet, davai angliskii."I had answered, the whole verbal exchange maybe lasted five seconds. Pulling a chair out and resting his mass, he extended his hand "Okay" he smiled" It's good to see you again." Palms clasped tightly over the table, I gestured with my free hand "Constantine, this is Lafay…Lafay this is Constantine…a friend." giving him a half nod. "I am extremely delighted to make your acquaintance my dear"They both smiled but they were smiles of suspicion. "A pleasure, you know your English is very good…almost no accent what so ever." I had never thought I'd see the day that Constantine was for a loss of words. He did manage to fumble out "It has not been without effort." With an almost matter of fact tone "I'm sure." I somehow supressed my smile. She sensed something and he knew it. I thought at the moment that she could actually be on the verge of enjoying the way the large man squirmed in his chair beneath her gaze. The same gaze that I long for, the same gaze that others tried to avoid especially after she's tracked them down. He clearly was not ready for this woman. A woman with sharp perception, keen hearing and those incredible eyes that saw more than he had intended to give. "I should say Constantine, Lafay is a police officer." which seemed to clear a few things up but then I added "And we are here on vacation." "VACATION!?"As his booming laughter returned, his broad hand came down and slapped the tabletop so hard that the glasses jumped. His whole body jiggled and the other patrons turned to look over. Looking over to the angel to apologize, I found her appearing a bit amused with the bear than I would have thought. After regaining his composure, he explained that he wasn't expecting that. Quickly I reminded him that this was a favor and "My" time was actually, slipping my arm around Lafays' shoulder "Our" time and if we could get on with it. "Now THAT I expect" pulling a card from his coat and pushing it over to me. I take another sip as I read the card I haven't picked up, and then look back to her. "I'll see what I can do." The plump hand retrieves the card. "It was very nice meeting you Miss" His tone swiftly changing from jovial to serious" Take care of her, she's something precious you know?" Reclaiming her hand, "I know, precious and much more, I'll have something for you in a week or two." "Spesibo." "You're welcome." The floorboards creaked as the bear stood and turned on his heel, I noted that he took the same path out as he did in, somehow I knew so did Lafay . He was gone just as quickly as he arrived. Innocently I asked, "So what would you like for lunch?" "Lunch? Lunch? What was that? Who was he? What's going on?" in whispers that sounded a bit like hisses. I couldn't help but chuckle "You can take the cop out of the city but you can't take the cop out of the cop." I could see she didn't want to grin but she did anyway. So after the waitress took our orders I explained in detail." Sometimes my company lets me work for independents and even the competition, if they are willing to pay certain fees." I paused for a second and continued" It's a win-win situation, due to the fact that if I do a poor job I am not linked to the other company and I carry the blame alone, and if I do a good job, my company gets the credit and possible contracts in the future." "And Constantine?" "Sort of a broker…he collects a finders fee, a rather expensive middle man" I could see her mind working it all over, and I knew that there would be more questions but that was for later as our appetizers had just arrived. Changing the subject, she playfully mentioned, "Maybe I'll just wait until you are asleep to take your picture." With a wicked grin. Raising an eyebrow, in an equally playful tone "No good" "Why not?" Winking before saying "It would guarantee that my eyes would be closed." Holiday Extended Ch. 3 A school of yellow and black striped fish cautiously but curiously neared the new comer. Watching them, by the dozens, in their silent formation. Making my movement as docile as possible, pushing myself deeper into the azure. The tightness in my chest is only a twinge as I first reach the coral. The colors bursting out, the light from above filtering in and the darkness in the crags fading in and out. Looking back up, the sun appearing as a faceted jewel shimmering just past the surface. A shadow to my left captures my attention; too far out to determine what it is I stop. The air starting to burn in my lungs. I thought to myself, just a few more seconds. My curiosity held me there on that rock, gazed fixed on the growing form, slowly making its' way closer. Gritting my teeth, waiting patiently, my breath searing inside. A dull ache that I had in my head a minute ago has quickly turned to a pounding that throbbed with every beat of my heart. Ready to make my break and race to the border of sea and air when it came in to view. In utter awe I bore witness to the beast. The pain deep in my bosom now forgotten. Impelled by its' majestic and peaceful presence, I remain motionless. Huge wings moving painfully slow, displaying a grace only beheld in this environment. A body relatively flat, save the two jutting features akin to horns, a perfect depiction of balance. Top black as pitch, the underside white like the sands it soared over. Its' maw gaped, feeding as it continued on its' life long journey with no destination In mere seconds the manta was reclaimed as a shadow by its' endless home. Feet firmly placed on the textured stone, I launched upward, and releasing what was left of my air. Bursting forth, a spray of water and a loud gasp, taking what felt like my first breath. Quickly the ache disappeared and I float for a moment, laying still, the only sounds, my panting and the gentle slaps of the sea against the boat we rented earlier that day. The rope ladder lay closer aft than bow, on the port side. Easily climbed and a quick pat drying, I made my way forward. Wordlessly I sat on the deck. Upon a white towel, La Fay in the royal blue bikini basking. Her skin already kissed by the sun, covered by a thin layer of lotion, a golden tint. Wickedly I thought of the several shades lighter beneath the blue. My mind returned to the day before when she and I had gone shopping. We happened upon a boutique for swimming apparel. Browsing and making a few selections, soon I was in a chair in a back viewing room connected to the changing booths. La Fay first emerged in a red one piece, not unlike the kind worn in a popular lifeguard television show. Though it was nice, I said, "It's covering too much," with a wink I tried to recover by playfully adding, "Your tan will suffer." She surprisingly agreed with me. The leopard print seriously wasn't really a choice. Another one piece with a floral print and skirt was added to the ever growing 'I-don't-think-so' pile. The dismissal of the black one with the thong didn't disappoint me as much as other may have thought. She then came out in the royal blue. I blinked and then again to be sure. I don't know what it was. I don't know if it was the contrast of her newly bronzed skin and brilliant blue, or the sparkle in her eyes, the bounce in her step. I don't know how it came to be, but at that moment, I could only think of one thing. I wanted her. Selfishly and wholly, I wanted her. It was not something I was ready for, this unexpected hunger and need. She had already turned once for me and then looked in the full-length mirror, as it had become custom. From my chair I moved quickly, I closed the gap between us. By time she faced me, starting the question," How do you like thimm, mmm, mmm.." interrupted by the pressing of our lips, which quickly parted. She was surprised, but pleasantly so. Her hands slide up to the sides of my face. . A combination of a slow and sensual massage between tongues, which, when the passion fires were stoked turned to a dual of parrying and thrusts. Breaking free for a second, my breath already heavy, gasping in her ear, my plea for her, my want, my need. My hands already tugging at the strings at her side. My arousal more than evident than before throbbed with my utterance. Though the thought of the clerk would come in, filled her mind, she immediately pushed it aside, cooing a sultry "yes". Drawing the ties open, flinging the bottom away. Her own hand undid my zipper and belt, freeing me. In almost a wild manner I leaned in taking hold on the back of her thighs, and lifted her bodily. Her eyes became wide, but only for a second. A crooked smile formed as she could see my desire for her. Clasping her hands behind my neck, fingers interlocked as she hovered there. Gently I lowered the angel, carefully, trying to keep some control. She shifted her hips in anticipation. The first contact caused a shutter and I fought the urge to let her own weight carry her down. Her arms retracted, and my face was against her still covered bosom. Amazed by her action, and even more so at how excited she'd become in manner in of seconds. Pressing herself already to the point to almost accepting me beyond the edge and to the deepest of her womanhood, enveloping the head. Starting to rock back and forth, bobbing all on her own, inching her way down. Changing my grip, to open palms, lifting, her wetness coating me, letting her down a little faster this time, and allowing a moment for my hardness to fill the space of her softest and most intimate of places. Our breaths caught in our throats, both yearning to cry out, but only allowed to whisper and whimper. A dozen times her name passed my lips to her ear and a dozen times more. Each with the retraction and the driving of my hips, each with the lifting and the lowering, the joining of our sexes. Going further, and further still. Placing her back against the wall. One of her legs curled up and around me, the other outstretched. Hands atop my shoulders, nails digging slightly. Her lips brushing my ear, between whispers, gasps and tiny bites. Later that night she revealed to me it was at that time when she spied our reflection in the mirror across the room. How she became enthralled at the scene, watching me taking her selfishly, so wanting. Seeing how much I had to have her, the way my body moved to rejoin her. The swiftness of my movements, my hips. The way my bare bottom tensed on each thrust. The muscles of my legs taunt like cables, standing strong and solid, determined to hold fast. Whispering to me this confession in the shadows of the bedroom we shared, confessions of the excitement she felt then, the way I took her with fury and fire, for me, to make her mine. Each collision bringing me closer. Every impact a soft thud against the wall. Through gritted teeth, a growl that I could not hold on much longer. Her elation stunned me, with tender whispers calling for my release. The look of satisfaction for the ecstasy she had instilled, for the knowledge that had caused this desire, this hunger that almost drives me past the point of control. Sensing the shutter that takes me well beyond, she clings to my body as the storm she caused inside crashes through. Her sweet folds, contracting tightly, over and over, overlapping one another, milking me as I yield and bare myself fully unto her. The waves of passion that threaten to drown me only minutes before slowly ebb. My hunger sated and thirst slaked, but I knew they would return soon enough. Gently I kissed her lips, and cheeks as she lowered her legs. Hands cupping her face, her face with a smile and sparkling eyes. I said through grin and blush that I couldn't help myself. Her reaction gave me the impression she liked the sound of that. Quickly and quietly we got dressed. When we left the modeling room the clerk asked if we found anything we liked. La Fay merely handed her the royal blue bikini and said, "I'll take this one" with a nonchalance that took my breath away. Another insight to this amazing woman, whose stare wouldn't waver where others might. My focus came back to the sun soaked angel. How calm and at ease she seemed, not unlike the sea we were adrift in. "Excuse me Captain," her response once her eyes opened and she rolled over on to her side was a suggestive and seductive one. For a moment I had forgotten why I disturbed her, then it came back to me. "If we want to make Venezuela before night fall we have to get underway." "Are we still going dancing tonight after the dinner meeting?" "If you like." As if recharged by the sun, she jumped up with the agility of a cat and made her way to the wheel. Even as the ship rocked, every step placed with confidence. How I love to watch her move. After setting sail, I found myself standing behind her. My arms under hers while she steered, I wondered what pleasures and excitement the evening would bring.