1 comments/ 12643 views/ 0 favorites Island Fantasy By: wizardtim You've taken up residence on Isla Mujeres, but it still seems strange to have an entire tropical island seemingly to yourself. For now, though, you're just enjoying yourself. One morning, you're out, strolling along the beach. Thoroughly enjoying the solitude, and the scenery. Idly, you start to collect seashells scattered on the beach by the recent storm. You spot a particularly beautiful conch shell lying in a few feet of water. You wade out to pick it up, but it's stuck on something. As you tug harder, a sudden wave washes over you, and you lose your footing as it recedes. Off balance, you fall into the water. Suddenly you realize you've been swept rapidly out into the ocean, and are some distance from shore, seemingly in the blink of an eye. You start to awkwardly paddle toward shore. The light cotton dress that seemed so festive for beachcombing suddenly seems monstrously heavy and confining. You're so intent on keeping your head above water that when an arm reaches out and grabs you, you almost jerk free in reflexive surprise. You find yourself staring up into the face of the most handsome man you've seen in a very long time. With a cheerful smile on his face, he reaches over and effortlessly puts his hands around your waist, and pulls you out of the water and into the boat. When he asks if you're hurt, you reassure him you just lost your footing, got pulled out with the receding tide, and were heading back to shore. It's warm, but your dress is clinging to you, and the wind is making you a little cold. He gets out a blanket, and leans over to wrap it around you. As he does, his lips meet yours, and you exchange a long, gentle kiss. As he finally pulls back, he smiles again at you, and tells you you're the most beautiful woman he's seen in a very long time. He says he's on a journey, and asks if you want to go back to your beach, or to take a trip with him. Still full of the warmth of the kiss, you emphatically tell him you're going to keep him company. Still with a smile, he picks up the oars, and starts to rhythmically pull, moving the boat farther out from shore. You find yourself almost hypnotized by the play of the muscles on his bare chest as he keeps pulling on the oars. To your surprise, you find yourself still tingly from the kiss. You think several times that you should say something, but you're almost afraid saying or doing anything will break the moment. He just continues to smile at you, and you see the appreciation in his eyes as he looks at you. The feelings inside you make it hard to gauge time, but what is probably several hours later, you notice land coming up ahead of you, your boat heading toward an inviting beach. It looks familiar, and after a moment you realize it's Isla Mujeres, just a little down the coastline from where you were first pulled into the ocean. As you get closer, you see his campsite set up on the beach, an even more scenic spot than where you were beachcombing originally. You look at him quizzically, and he tells you he didn't mention how long the trip would be, only that there would be a trip, and that he wanted as much time with you as possible to enjoy your presence. You are almost annoyed with him, but enjoyed his sense of humor too much to be irritated. As the boat slides to shore he climbs out. Then he extends his hand to you, and helps you out. He spreads several blankets out in the shade of a tree, then sits down, patting the blanket next to him. You sit down next to him, and he enfolds you in his arms. Your mouths meet again, and this time the kiss just seems to go on and on. Finally, you pull back just long enough to look at him, then lean in again for another kiss. You feel his hands gently moving along your body, then his hands tugging on your dress. Together you slip it off and lay it in the sand. You love the feeling of the wind, now warm on your exposed skin. You shiver a little with his gaze moving over your body, but it isn't from the temperature, which is delightfully warm. You feel as his mouth kisses yours, then close your eyes as his mouth moves lower, now teasing the hollow of your throat. Now he's trailing kisses down from your throat, starting to move along one breast. Slowly moving toward one nipple, then taking it into his mouth, and starting to suck gently. You feel his tongue swirling around your nipple, and you feel as it hardens in reaction. His hands are running up and down your spine, causing more shivers to move through your body. Then you feel one hand moving to your other breast, and that nipple being caressed between two fingers. You arch your back in reaction, one nipple deep in his mouth, the other being stroked and pulled between his fingers. Your feel your legs slide farther apart, and realize how wet you're getting from the attention to both nipples at once. All the sensations start to build up deep inside you. The wind, softly blowing against your skin. The sun, gently warming your body. You love the feeling of being totally naked and exposed, feeling the arousal build as he keeps touching you, caressing you, stroking you. Suddenly you notice him sliding his hand down from your nipple and starting to trace patterns across your stomach with his fingertips. Your eyes are closed, your hands buried in his hair, just letting the sensations flow. You love feeling his mouth sucking harder at your nipple, making you so aroused, so wet. Then his hand slides lower, and begins to very lightly circle your outer lips. A little sigh escapes you as you realize how wet you are. Part of you wants him to hurry, but most of you wants the moment to go on and on. You feel as his fingertips brush your outer lips, and slide up and down, slowly, gently. Not moving inside, but just brushing the surface. After what seems like forever, he finally moves a little deeper inside. You hear the catch in your breathing when his fingertip brushes your clit, and you feel yourself jump a little. Then his fingertip slides back, and begins to circle your clit. So lightly you can barely feel it, with slow, circular strokes. You feel the excitement building deep inside you, slowly rising. Both your nipples so hard they're almost aching, his tongue still brushing one nipple. While his fingers are still slowly circling your clit, feeling it get fully hard under his touch. You're starting to squirm a little as you get even more excited, thrusting your hips a little up, trying to pull him deeper. Your hands starting to slide up and down his back, feeling the muscles hard under your hands as he sucks harder on your nipple. His fingers are stroking your clit a little harder now, but still light strokes. He asks if you're ready to have him inside you, and you tell him definitely yes. You feel as he brushes just the head of his cock against your lips, teasing you both a little. Then he starts to slowly slide his cock inside you. It's slow enough that you feel your muscles stretching around it, but you're so wet it slides effortlessly up inside you. Mmmmmmmm. Nice. When he's finally all the way inside, he stops for a moment. You feel your muscles stretched around him, feeling him throb deep inside you. Then he rolls you over so that he's lying underneath you with you on top of him, still buried all the way inside. His hands reach up to caress each breast as you start to slowly slide up and down on top of him. Your hands start to slide along his chest as you move, up and down, up and down. Sliding up until just the head of his cock is inside you, then sliding down until the full shaft is buried so deep inside you. The breeze blowing on your body, the sun warm on your back, seeing him lying underneath you, feeling the sensations of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy, the excitement building deep inside you. You shift so that the base of his cock brushes your clit every time you move down on him. Feeling the sensations, build, and build, deep inside you. His fingertips stroking your breasts, pulling on your nipples, all the sensations building the excitement higher and higher. Hearing your breathing get ragged, putting your hands in his, and holding his arms down, enjoying the feeling of riding him, of being in control. Seeing his body underneath you, feeling his cock sliding in and out of you, your hands intertwined on the sand. Until finally you can't hold back any longer, and you feel the sensations explode deep inside you. You feel your muscles spasm around his cock with the force of your orgasm, and it just seems to go on and on. You feel your spasms carrying him over the edge, and he comes deep inside you. You lie down on top of him, feeling his hands starting to gently stroke your back. You're shifting your hips just enough to feel his cock (still hard) move deep inside you as the aftershocks move through your body. You're totally languid now, feeling the afterglow inside you, the sun warm on your back, his body under you, his cock still buried inside you. You feel your mind gently drifting toward sleep, already eagerly imagining what may happen once you've both rested for a little while. Island Fantasy Vacationing in Hawaii with his family, he found himself feeling lonelier than ever. He spent his days staring out at the vast blue ocean and lush green palm trees and wondering about his life, "Is this really all there is? Cold indifference, day in and day out, dealing with household details, going on family vacations with fake smiles...?" So late one night, unable to sleep, he whispered to his wife that he was going for a walk. Getting her murmured acknowledgement, he slipped out the sliding door of his balcony and tripped noiselessly down the spiral staircase to the first level. The air was balmy and the breeze slight. Under the luminous full moon, he saw clearly the stone path that led around the hotel compound and out to the beach. Gingerly stepping from stone to stone and looking down, when he turned a corner he was startled to see that he was alarmingly close to one first floor balcony where the silhouette of a woman stood, facing away from him, gazing at the moon. Unwilling to frighten her, he cleared his throat to announce his presence. Mission failed. She whirled around, gasping, with her arms wrapped around her chest. He realized instantly that she was topless. "Oh excuse me, I was just stepping out to the beach for some air..." he said, awkwardly. He turned to rush off but was stopped when she said, "Wait... Your family is across the way, right? I heard you talking at lunch at the beach bar." "Yes..." he replied. "I'm here alone and I'd love some company. Mind if I join you on your walk?" Before he could answer she disappeared, ducking back into her room. She emerged a moment later wearing a loose blouse with fringe from shoulder to belly button and cutoff jeans. She opened the gate from her patio and joined him on the garden path. "This way," she gestured, and he mutely followed, unsure of the protocol for a moonlit walk with a woman not one's wife. The woman was slim and lithe and roughly his age. As they walked she told him where she was from, Southern Texas, where hospitality and good manners were the rule. "I couldn't help noticing you don't really seem to be enjoying yourself," she said. "Everyone deserves a wonderful vacation here in paradise. I saw your wife and kids, and I've been thinking since noon today how much I'd love to get you alone and let you forget about life for awhile." She slipped her hand into his and whispered, "I'm fairly intuitive... You don't have to say anything, but just nod if I've hit the mark..." By now they'd reached the shore, water lapping up the beach and the moonlight showing they were the only ones around for miles. He looked down into her upturned face, saw the kindness in her eyes and the promise in her smile and gave a quick nod. She let go of his hand and unbuttoned her cutoff shorts, stripping quickly down, then crossed her arms in front of her, and grasping the hem of her blouse, pulled her shirt over her head. "Race ya!" And she took off running toward the surf. As she ran, the moonlight shone on her, revealing total nudity. He was wearing board shorts, so he plucked off his shirt and followed her, thinking two things simultaneously: "Oh my God, is this really happening?" and "Haha, she wants to race? She has no idea..." He caught up to her in short order and they both reached the crashing wave together. He dived into the freezing water and she splashed in alongside him. He came up through the wave and caught her in his arms in a big hug, feeling her cold nipples press against his chest. She wrapped her legs around him and pressed her mouth to his, tasting the salty seawater and then the mint from his toothpaste. He walked back out of the water with her clinging to him, kissing her deeply, then ran his lips along her jaw to suck her earlobe, causing a shiver to run through her as she moaned in his ear. There was a dark oasis with palm trees and grass just a few meters up the beach, so he brought her here and set her down on a fiber glass picnic table. His hands slid up her back, his thumbs grazed the sides of her breasts as he continued to explore her mouth with his. She was responsive and eager, her hands at his waist searching for the string to untie his board shorts, now the only remaining piece of clothing between them. He kissed down her neck and laid her back on the table, bending over her, stroking her soft skin and hard nipples as his excitement grew. He took her nipples between his fingers and gently manipulated them, causing her to moan again. His cock leaped in response and he lowered his face to her breasts to kiss, lick and suck her nipples one by one. She ran her fingers through his thick curly red hair, drawing his face back up to kiss her. Having loosened the knot that held his shorts up, she used her feet to push the shorts off his hips. She sat up and slid off the table, pressed him back and said, "Let's switch..." She knelt down in front of him and took his turgid manhood in her hands, stroking the length of him. Taking the head of his cock in her mouth, she laved the tip with her tongue, tasting the precum that oozed from the tip. Now it was his turned to groan, feeling the intense pleasure that her soft, wet and warm mouth was giving him. She slid him as far into her mouth as she could, and then he felt her tongue emerge on the underside of his rod and lick lower, reaching for his balls. He twisted his hands up in her hair and held her head loosely, providing direction without forcing her. She stroked up and down the length of him, and he felt himself growing harder than he thought possible. She stood up and moved him to the bench of the picnic table. Kissing his lips again with her mouth, she straddled him and placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Looking into his eyes, she slowly lowered herself down onto his cock. He felt her warmth enfold him, and he wrapped his arms around her. "You are so hot..." he whispered in her ear. "You too," she said. "I've been wanting to do this ever since I saw you today." She had begun to slowly stroke up and down on his cock, and she took his hands now and placed them on her breasts, covering them with her own. "Just like that, baby..." And she closed her eyes and leaned her head back in ecstasy. Up and down she moved, and he could feel his passion building. She groaned and increased her pace, saying, "oh yeah, that's right..." He watched in amazement as she pleasured herself on his pole, watching her twitch and coo, moan and writhe. Finally, she stiffened and clutched his shoulders, shivering in her final mind blowing climax. She dreamily opened her eyes, smiling and said, "Now it's your turn... I want to taste my cum on your dick..." She slid off and sank to her knees in front of him, licking from the base of his cock up to the head and back again. She was gentle, but paid special attention to the area where the ball sac met the base of his cock. Her cum had pooled there and she licked him clean. His cock was twitching and itching for release, so he stood up with her and moved her down to the impossibly soft grass, laying her back. He wanted to taste her cum too, so he spread her legs and lowered his face to her cunt. It was open like a flower, and he licked each "petal" before finding the hard clitoris and, trapping it gently between his teeth, stroked and sucked on it, causing her to cry out again. Her orgasm was swifter this time, and her thighs trembled. She held both tits in her hands, squeezing them in her pleasure, abandoning herself to the pummeling lips and tongue of this stranger. His brain had ceased to work, he felt only the urgency of the moment. Giving her a few more tremors of frenzied excitement, he felt his own need grow. She put her hands on his shoulders and drew him up over her. "Fuck me now," she whispered urgently. He was only too happy to oblige. Sliding his cock home, he took his delight in her tight, wet warmth. Faster and faster he pistoned inside her, and she encouraged him with her moans and sighs of pleasure. She wrapped her legs tight around his middle and pressed his buttocks with her heels, urging him onward to his goal. With a mighty roar he exploded inside her, showering her cunt walls with his cum, which surged and pumped out of him for an impossibly long minute. He collapsed onto her softness, gasping... And leaning on his forearm, slid a bit to the side so as not to crush her. "That was in-fucking-credible..." he said, catching his breath. "I needed that too... More than you realize," she said, stroking his face and looking into his eyes. "I just wanted to give you, and me, the island fantasy everyone dreams of. Thank you for coming along with me." After a few moments the lovers got up and retrieved clothing from the base of the picnic table and the beach, reassembled themselves and walked back to the buildings. He stopped at her patio and ducked into the shadows to kiss her again, a long last goodbye. He then returned to his own upper story room, quietly slid open the patio door and entered the dark room. He paused for a moment to listen for the quiet, regular breathing of his wife, still fast asleep. He quietly slipped into the shower, freshened up, and slid naked between the sheets. His final thought before slipping into unconsciousness was of a lovely, lonely stranger and the gift they'd shared on a beach in Hawaii.