0 comments/ 6516 views/ 0 favorites The First Vacation Pt. 01-02 By: EnglishMuffins NOTES: Another change of direction and style. This story is a fantasy based on suggestions from an online chat partner in Latin America. Whilst many of the situations have been discussed between us, it remains a chaste, unrealised relationship, or if you prefer, a dream. This story is the first two parts of that dream which I may or may not continue with, depending on feedback. * Day 1 The aeroplane hits the runway and we knew that we had arrived on our vacation. It was the first time in many years that either of us had been able to visit overseas and we had chosen Mexico. This meant that I could fly to meet with you and we could travel together. I was excited when I gripped your hand. Being close to you and being able to touch you continues to surprise me. Each time our bodies touch, however briefly or however tiny, my heart quickens and my thoughts commit each second to my memory. I am afraid that these moments may never repeat or return and that every one may be the last. You had been seated next to the window and therefore I sat up first to retrieve some of our bags from the lockers above our heads. I was stood in the aisle, reaching up and you moved closer. For the flight, you had chosen to wear a short, denim skirt that had five metal buttons at the front and a three inch, v-shaped gap from the bottom and a red cami blouse made from a thin fabric with narrow straps that stretched over shoulders and down to your bust. When you moved closer, I could smell your shampoo and perfume that remained strong despite the recycled air conditioning. When I looked down, I could see your bosom and your smooth, sweet skin across your thighs and arms. Without thinking, the image of you made me harden a little and my cotton shorts became more tight as your face turned towards them. Your eyes looked up at mine. "Hooo, mi amor. You are getting hot for me? You should have done this sooner, then we could have used the time on our plane to have some fun, yes?" and your beautiful, sweet lips kissed the bulging fabric. "Yes Maria. Once more, I am a stupid English man. There are many things that we could have done for fun but we have ten days together and we can do anything that you can think of. And also, if your love has not exhausted me, we have the flight back to continue our fun and more." With smiles on both of our faces, I move myself into the aisle of the plane to allow you space to leave your seat. I collect our hand luggage and follow you towards the exit doors. We walk slowly but I walk more quickly than you. This allows me to repeatedly bump into you. My groin presses into your buttocks. My erection has not subsided and rubbing against you makes it harder. "What are you doing? You are being naughty with me?" When you realise that I am playing with you, you walk more slowly and sometimes you step backwards and rub against me. Now my penis is fully hard and it is becoming wet also. I groan with disappointment when we are at the exit door and our little game must conclude. You turn your face towards me. "Until later mi amor. We can continue our game later." And you kiss my cheek with a naughty wink. We continue to laugh and to enjoy being with each other whilst we collect our luggage and proceed through Customs and Passport Control. Once completed, we leave the airport in a limousine provided by our hotel. The drives speaks Spanish and I do not understand everything that he says but you open a drawer in the rear of the compartment and remove two glasses and a small bottle of champagne. "This is with the compliments of the hotel Mark. They hope that we enjoy our vacation with them. I think that we will. Yes?" I open the bottle and pour the champagne into one glass. "You do not want to drink? Or you do not want me to drink?" Your face appears confused. "No Maria. I think that we will both drink but to begin, I thought that we could share our first glass." I give you the glass and ask that you do not swallow. Then, when you have a mouth full of champagne, I kiss you. Your eyes widen and when my tongue enters your mouth, the champagne flows into my mouth. We kiss for many moments but it feels like an eternity. There is passion, fizzy bubbles, cold, dry liquid and hot, wet mouths. My left hand touches your right thigh. I stroke your leg and my hand moves into the gap of your skirt. You gasp and swallow the remaining champagne. You relax into the leather seat of the limousine and permit my hand to explore. "You can keep that glass. I will pour another for myself." I relax also but my fingers have now found the fabric of your panties and I gently stroke you. When I have poured my glass, I lean towards you again. I hold my arm in the air in the traditional pose for lovers to share a drink. You entwine your arm in mine and we drink. You ask me not to swallow and kiss me. We repeat our kiss of passion that exchanges champagne and tongues. Your eyes shine with lust and you are breathing deeply. My finger pushes into your panties and between the lips of your vagina. You gasp again and your eyes open wide. The limousine slows to a stop and we hear the driver open his door and then your door. He speaks in Spanish again and you reply. When the driver opens my door, I leave the car and look at you, my beautiful, sexy Latina goddess. "He apologises for interrupting our fun. When our vacation is complete and he drives us to the airport again, he will arrive 30 minutes early and use a longer route. He likes to watch couples enjoy the privacy of his limousine and the freedom of being on vacation." I laugh a little, "That does not sound like it would be completely private but perhaps we can give him an exhibition of how much we love each other and how naughty you can be." We obtain our room key from reception and a porter carries our luggage to our villa. Our accommodation has its own swimming pool and a Jacuzzi on a secluded patio and the biggest bed that I have ever seen. "Hoooo!! Wow!! I do not believe this. This is all ours for this week?" "This is the first time in many years that we can share the same room. I wanted to make this time memorable." "Awww, I have remembered every second since I saw you at the airport. And I will remember all of the seconds until you must leave me there again." And you jump into my arms and wrap your legs around my waist. I wrap my arms around you and you hold my head in your hands so that we can kiss. There is no audience, no restrictions on where we can go and what we can do. Our kiss has the urgency of anticipation. Your lips are soft and sweet and your breath sweet also. Your scent engulfs me and my senses are overwhelmed. There is no room, there is no resort, there is no you, there is no me. There is only us. We have merged and become one. My mouth in your mouth. Your mouth in my mouth. Your thighs grip my thighs. My thighs fill your thighs. I kiss your neck and ear. Your eyes close and you permit your senses to feel everything. Our hearts beat faster and more strongly. I can feel yours and you can feel mine. I squeeze your buttocks with my hand and you squeeze me with your thighs. Your skirt has gathered at your waist and exposed your panties. No one can see them but my hands feel your naked buttocks and I know that you are wearing a tanga. I grip you with one hand and my other hand holds the fabric of your tanga. I pull the fabric higher and it rubs between your legs. Between the lips of your vagina. Against your clitoris. Your body rises and falls against me. The energy from your movements has caused the straps of your camiseta to fall from your shoulders. When I kiss your neck, I can kiss lower and lower on your shoulder, following the edge of your camiseta as it falls from you. Eventually, the swollen mound of your breast is at my lips and I kiss and suck and lick it. I savour its taste and feel in my mouth. A mixture of both saltiness and sweetness. I walk towards a wall and press you against it. I throw your body up slightly and your legs are now wrapped around my stomach and my head is against your breasts. You pull your camiseta off and I kiss all of your naked torso. Your shoulders, your neck, your chest, your breasts, your dark, large areola and your firm, swollen nipples. You rub your vagina against my stomach and I can feel that your arousal is making you wet. My arousal is hard and throbbing. I unbutton my shorts and push them down, with my underwear. My penis is released and knows what to do. It pushes up and touches your naked buttocks. It is wet and slides on your skin, searching for your own wetness. My fingers claw at the gusset of your tanga and pull it away from you. Now my fingers rub between your buttocks, trying to find your vagina. It is very wet here as we slide together. The tip of my penis slides between my fingers and I guide it towards your hidden folds. You tense your body and hold my head in your hands. We look at each other. There is love in your eyes that is reflected from my eyes. "We have waited for many years for this moment. I thought that we could never be together. And now, we are here. My dream becomes a reality. You know that I love you but I will understand if this is not what you wished for our first lovemaking." My heart is pounding loudly in my chest as I await your reply. "Mi amor, mi papi. I want you. I want all of you. I want you to make love with me. I want you to fill me with your milk and give me a baby. I want you to make me pregnant with our love." And I smile and relax. "But now. At this moment, I want you to fuck me. Push your cock deep in me and make me cum. I need it. I want it. I want it all." And you thrust yourself down onto my penis. You are tight but you are very wet and I slide easily into you. "Hooooooooooooooooooo. Mi amor. You are inside me. So deep. So good. So much. I love it." Years of anticipation culminate in the heavenly caress of my angel's vagina." "Maria. I want you more than anything. We have waited too long but we can still be tender and passionate." I hold you to me and walk towards the bedroom. I climb upon the bed and lay you beneath me. "Yes, mi amor. Mi papi. Make love to me now, here on this bed. Give me your cum and make our child. Fill my belly with your sperm so that our baby can grow in me." You are laying on your back and you have opened your legs to me. You are holding your knees and lifting your legs high into the air. We kiss, slowly, deeply and with love. I begin to make love with you and I move up and down slowly. I can feel each inch of my penis stroked by you. The feeling is indescribable. So soft and also so tight. So wet and also so tender. You move your hips around me. Our bodies are joined and they are one. Again, there is no me, there is no you. There is only us and we are together and we are one. Your fingers scratch my back and grip my buttocks. There is a little pain but the ecstasy of the pleasure that I feel conquers the pain. I place my hand between our bodies. My fingers touch your wet skin and they slide down until they find your clit. I squeeze and stroke your clit and your body shivers. You are trembling as your pleasure increases and you are closer to your climax. "Yes. Yes papi. Rub me there. Make me cum. Make me cum on your cock. I want it. I want it all!!" Your head is moving left and right and your hair sticks to your forehead and neck. Your breath is becoming hoarse. You lower your legs and your feet press into the mattress of the bed to lift your body up to mine. We are thrusting into each other now. I can feel your body tremble again. I push my thumb onto your clit and kiss your lips, sucking the life from your body as I prepare to pump my life into your body. I move lower and suck your swollen breast. The round areola and nipple fill my mouth. My teeth gently bite you and graze your skin. My tongue licks you and then I bite you again with more aggression. "Yes. More. More. I'm cumming. O papi!!" You thrust up and collapse underneath me. Your legs wrap around me again and pull me deeper into you. "Give me you cum. Fill me with your milk." Your words and the knowledge that there is nothing between my penis and your womb excite me. There is no condom, there is no diaphragm, there is nothing to stop your impregnation. I thrust deep into you and my climax begins. I can feel your climax squeezing and milking my penis and then my seed is pumping into you. "O yes. I can feel it. I can feel you inside me. I can feel your sperm. I feel wonderful. I feel special. I love you mi amor. Hug me now." We relax and I manoeuvre us until we are laying side by side. My penis remains inside you and tiny pulses squeeze me as I squeeze inside you. I place my arm around your shoulders and hug you. "I think that our vacation has started really well. Don't you? But now, I think that all of the travelling has made us tired. Come, let us sleep together. This will be another first for us. I have dreamed so many times of sleeping with you and watching you dream. Now here we are for real and I do not need to dream because you are here and we can dream together." "Yes, mi amor. I will sleep now. You can watch me, my protector." End of part one   Day 2 I awoke early because I had not adjusted to the different time or it would be more correct to say that my penis woke hard and early. This was because it was laying against your warm body. I was laying behind you and I could smell the scent of your hair and your skin. This and the memories of our first night together cause the blood to pump hot and hard. There is a slight glisten to your body as the cool of the morning and your heat create a sheen of sweat. Pressing my body more closely to yours, my lips kiss your shoulder. There is a tingle of sensations as I taste your skin. Warm, salty, sweet and intoxicating. I must repeat the kiss and taste you again and again. My kisses are along the breadth of your shoulder, from your neck to the top of your arm. Again and again, I repeatedly kiss you but occasionally lick to taste more of you. Then I kiss higher on your neck. My nose nuzzles into your hair to search for your concealed skin at the base of your ear. Once exposed, I kiss and lick at your ear and I detect a change in your breathing. It is less relaxed and peaceful and more sensual. You are not moaning because you are not awake but there is desire in the sound of your breaths. I slide my fingers along the side of your stomach and hip, slippery with your sweat. As my fingers feel the bone of your hip, I grasp your body and pull you towards me. As we press closer, my penis finds the gap between your buttocks and because your skin is slick with sweat and my penis is wet, it slides in. The sensations cause me to groan with pleasure and I am worried that you may awaken. I am enjoying the extra time that I have with you and I am in no rush to end it. There is no penetration and my assault on you has not led to an invasion but your labia peel apart and caress the girth of my penis. I can feel how moist you are as the ridges and veins in my shaft are captured within the folds of your sex. It is very difficult to maintain stillness. I want to thrust and pump and redirect my cock into your waiting pussy. I want to take you, to fill you, to complete you and force our bodies to become one. To surrender all sense of self to achieve the ecstasy of union. But I resist. I refrain. I control myself. I ignore all sights, sounds, feelings, smells and sensations that are not caused by my intimate entwining of our bodies. The smell of your hair, your skin, the warmth of your body. The image of your naked body at peace, laying next to me. Every curve, crest, swell and valley is etched into my memory, never to be forgotten. The gentle ebb and flow of your breaths as you inhale and exhale and the undulations in your body shape with each respiration. The warm desire that spreads along my body and against and into yours. The exquisite feeling of my pulse as it counts time. My heart beating against my chest, beating against your back. The blood in my engorging flesh and veins in rhythmic cadence. Each beat a countdown to lift-off. No rocket launch has been more desperately wished for completion. No race more earnestly anticipated to start. But I resist. I refrain. I control myself. But it is hard. My sensory bubble is burst with the intrusion of sounds from the outside. Something smashes in the world beyond our room and the noise explodes into our sanctuary. There are curses and swearing that follow and I hear and understand only a few words of what must be Spanish. In other circumstances, I would ask if you can translate for me to improve my education. But this is not the time. I resist. I refrain. I control myself. But it is getting harder. Your beautiful face briefly appears agitated. Your pretty nose arches in displeasure at the interruption of your dreams. I wish that I could see your dreams and know what they are. You wriggle and the face that was briefly agitated now appears curious. Your memory reminds you where you are and with whom and the smile that I have seen in my computer monitor so many, many times curls around your lips and sparkles in your eyes. "Mmmm, hoooo, mi amor. You are happy to be here. No?" as you speak, your hips move back and forth and my prick, which was trapped between your legs and against your labia slips effortlessly back and forth also. I groan my reply. Drowning in desire and pleasure. Unable to believe this is reality. But I resist. I refrain. I control myself. But it is getting more hard. "Mi protector. Why you not wake me if you have this hardness to share with me? Why you keep me asleep?" Your hips move faster but not fast and move further backwards and forwards. With each forward thrust, the tip of my cock slides against the top of your slit and searches for your clitoris. I am unable to talk. There are no words that I can remember that can explain my actions. There is nothing on my mind except the delicious sensation of my flesh moving on your flesh. Your rich, sweet flesh. I want to dominate you. Penetrate you. Violate you. Impregnate you. Inseminate you. But I resist. I refrain. I control myself. But it is so very, very hard. "Hooo. Mark, you no speak to me. If you no speak, how can I know what you want? What you want papi? Tell me. Tell me what you want of me. You want again what we do last night? You want fuck with me. You want fill me with your cum. You want make baby. You want your Maria pregnant with our child. You want squirt your hot milk in me. Tell me baby. Tell me what you want." I want. I want it all. I want everything that you say. Heaven would be the smallest part of what you say. But I resist. I refrain. I control myself. I am so very, very, very hard. We are beyond words now. Our movements explain our desire. Our need. Our love. And what our movements say is yes. Yes. YES. YES!! I push your shoulder and hip towards the bed and follow you. Now that you are laying on your stomach, your left hand grasps the sheet. The cotton bunches up in your grip and your knuckles become pale as you prepare to be loved. Your right hand grasps your right buttock and creates more space for me to press down onto you. Your hips raise from the bed and your hand now slides underneath you. Nimble fingers search for your labia, wet with excitement and ready to receive me. You stroke yourself and rub your clitoris. The moan that results is deeper, more visceral, more primal now. More sensual. We are ready. I press down and the tip of my penis touches the palm of your hand, wet with desire. Your fingers push and guide me and finally, finally my swollen length touches your swollen vagina. My sex with your sex. The First Vacation Pt. 01-02 I do not resist. I do not refrain. I do not control myself. I am hard and I am ready and I want you. And with a familiarity created in only 24 hours, we move as one and unite in desire for our pleasure and for the procreation of our progeny. In and out and up and down. Backwards and forwards and deeper and deeper. Thrust meets thrust. I don't know what was in your dreams but I think that they were erotic because it is not very long until you are moaning more loudly and your body is in spasm. I am delighted that you appear to be getting closer to your orgasm. "Yes. Yes. Yes. I want it. Come on baby. Fuck me. Make me cum. Give me your milk. Squirt in me papi. Fill me. Come on Mark. I want it. Give it to me. O yes. Si. Si. Damelo. Duro bebe. Si. Si. O yes. I'm cumming!!" You become stiff but at the same time your vagina becomes more soft. It squeezes and caresses me when I am deep inside you. The result is that I become more stiff, more hard. "Are you ready for me angelita? Can I cum inside you? Do you want me to? Do you want my milk? I want to fill you and fill your womb. I'm so close. I want you. Fuck me Maria. Fuck me and take my cum." I do not resist. I do not refrain. I do not control myself. I am hard enough to explode. I empty my seed inside you. I pump and pump and your spasming vagina squeezes my semen from me. It is not yet bright because it is early in the morning but with my eyes closed, I can see fireworks explode and bright lights popping because of the intensity of my climax. Suddenly I realise that I have been making love with you for ages with much energy. I can feel sweat on my forehead and on my back. I lower myself onto your back but hug my arms around you and move us until we lay on our sides. I bend my legs until we are curled together. Spooning. The position reminds me of how I awoke this morning. My body laying against the back of your body. My face against your neck and hair. My legs pressed against your legs. My heart is beating faster and more strongly now and you must be able to feel it on your back. You hold my hand and pull it to your bust. Your breast is damp with sweat and swollen with sexual arousal. Your nipple is hard and erect. I can feel your heartbeat and it is fast and strong also. "Te amo Maria." "Te amo Mark." Now that we are awake, we talk more and you tell me about your family and your childhood. How you have been caring for your sisters for many years and the difficulties that you had when you wanted to study. Once the sun confirms that it is morning again, we leave our bed and shower together. We explore our bodies as we bathe and wash. I am delighted and charmed by every curve, every freckle, every inch of your beautiful body. Dressed only in towels, we have breakfast on our patio, looking at the landscape that is around us. You are looking at a map of the area. "Mark. I want to explore the forest. Can we do this today?" Of course I agree and we prepare to leave. You are wearing a black bikini, sandals, a wide brimmed hat, a thin cami top with short sleeves and a short sarong that wrapped around your waist. Both the sarong and cami are also black but also almost transparent. Breathtaking. We packed some bottles of water, suncream (for me!!), towels, rugs and some fruit and took a bus away from the city. We followed our map towards a lagoon. A tiny speck of blue amongst the dense green of trees and bushes. The path was even and clear so our casual clothes were adequate. Within 30 minutes, we were at the lagoon and it was incredible. There was a waterfall and the water was more blue than the colour of the ink on the map. We found a comfortable place to sit and relaxed in the sunshine. You removed your sandals, sarong and camisetta. I removed my sneakers and shirt. We drank a little and we read books and magazines as the sun rose higher. By noon, it was hot. Really hot. "Mark. I am going to swim. You want to join me baby?" and my eyes follow you as you walk to the water's edge. You do the thing that women do un self consciously. You pull the fabric of your bikini bottoms away from your ass revealing a tantalising glimpse of your buttocks and their cleft. I mutter a small expletive under my breath in reaction and jump to my feet to follow you. We don't know what is in the water or how deep, we do the sensible thing and walk into the lagoon until we can swim. The water is cool and clear and relaxing. We swim around and splash water at each other. We laugh and we have fun. There is a flat rock near the waterfall and you climb on to it. "Wait there mi amor. I come for you." You stand on the rock and remove your bikini. The dark rocks behind you give your tanned body contrast but the image does not endure because you jump back into the lagoon. There is a splash and I realise that you are now naked and swimming towards me. "This is better. No?" And you wrap yourself around me as I tread water. Your naked body squeezed to my body. I close my eyes to enjoy the feelings and you slip from my grasp. You dive lower and I can feel the cord of my shorts pulled and my trunks removed. "Catch me!" And you swim away from me towards the rocks again. You throw my shorts on the rocks and turn towards me. "Now we are both naked. This is more better?" You swim into my arms and our bodies glide together. Despite the cold water, my penis reacts and becomes harder when you are close to me. You move you head close to mine and we kiss for many moments. Then you move your mouth to my ear. "I have never made love to a man outdoors and certainly never in water. You cannot be my first for all things but I want you to be my first for this. Love me mi amor. Take me in your arms and make love with me, here under the sun and blue skies." "Si mi angelita. I will love you anywhere and everywhere and make love with you wherever we can. I also cannot have you as my first for many things but this. This is a first for both of us that we can share. Perhaps, in nine months and 18 years from now we can tell our first child that they were conceived beneath the clear Mexican skies in a beautiful lake." "Mmmm. I like this much. Now, stop talking and make your words into reality." I did not think that it would be use to make love in a lagoon but I was surprised. You raised yourself a little and pointed my penis at your vagina. When you wrapped yourself around me again, I slid easily inside you. There was no thrusting, no pumping but the gentle motion of the water moved us together and up and down. The result was slow, comfortable, exquisite lovemaking. The water made us lighter and we used less energy. It was only as I became impatient that I kicked my feet to direct us towards the waterfall and the rocks. Once there, I could stand on solid ground and press you up against the shore. The waterfall covered us and I could thrust you against the side. There was so much pleasure and anticipation that once I started to pump inside you, our orgasms happened very quickly. After we recovered, I withdrew from you and watched as you swam back to our towels. Your body barely moved the water and yet you swam swiftly and effortlessly until you could step out and lay on our rugs. You wrapped your hair in a towel and lay back, exposed. I clambered up the rocks to retrieve our swimming clothes, then swam back to join you. I kissed you on your wet lips. "I'm glad you were my first." We lay in the sun, resting, reading and chatting until we were more hungry than could be satisfied with the remaining fruit. Our bodies were dry and we dressed and walked back to the bus stop. We waited almost thirty minutes for a bus but the time went quickly because we chatted and hugged and squeezed and kissed each other. When it arrived, it was full. Because we did not want to wait longer, we boarded and stood together. When more people boarded, we were pushed closer together and further into the bus. Finally, you were pressed against the luggage racks and I was pressed behind you. The inevitable happened because your bottom was rubbing my groin when the bus moved and I started to become hard. "Hooooo. Mi amor, what you doing there? Why you get hard now? You thinking naughty thoughts?" As you spoke your hips moved up and down and you rubbed me. Rubbed me harder. "I am thinking very naughty thoughts Maria. I am thinking that there are only tiny pieces of clothing that stop my cock from sliding into you. Here. In public. On a bus. Surrounded by strangers. This would another first for me. Will you be my first?" "Mmmmm. You are very naughty man but I love this. I love you and want same. Yes, we can have another first but it very difficult." Now we are moving our bodies more than is cause by movement of the bus. Now there is rocking and grinding. I hold your hips, pretending to help you for to stand but really pulling you closer to me. The bus passes into shadow and it is darker for a little time. You use that time to push your bikini bottoms down to your knees, then to your ankles. You step out of one leg and keep you panty on the other foot. "Now there is less clothing to stop you. Will you stop or will you continue?" And you grind your almost naked buttocks into me, shielded by your sarong. In response, I cough to disguise the sound of my zipper. I pull my penis out of my shorts and hide it beneath your sarong. "Now there is nothing to stop me. Will you stop or will you continue?" And I stroke my throbbing hardness between your cheeks. We try to disguise our movements as you pull yourself higher and I bend my knees to go lower. Unfortunately, there is a violent motion of the bus when it drives over a big hole in the road and instead of positioning myself at your vagina, the head of my penis is forced into your anus. "Shit! I am soo sorry Maria. That is not what I was trying for. Be still and I will remove it." But your teeth are clenched tight and your hand grips my hip tightly. "Stop. Stop! Do not move. At least not yet. It feels good. If there is another opportunity, will you try to push deeper. I want to feel you in my culo. I want you to fill my culito with you verga." I cannot refuse and as the bus drives over the uneven roads, I am able to push deeper and deeper until I can move forward no more. "O mi dios. That is... I cannot say words. Be still mi amor. The bus will move us and you can fill me with your hardness. Hooo, so deep, so full." And we do this exactly. I hold you as we are bounced by the rhythms of the journey. We hope that none of the other passengers realise what we are doing. "Mark. We are nearly there." "Almost Maria. Can I cum in your ass?" "No mi amor, our journey is almost complete. We must stop now because we need to alight at the next stop. I would like to get my bikini before then and you need to return your penis inside your shorts!!" I try without success to conceal my frustration. I was close. But I am more successful in concealing my erection. I use your sarong to shield it whilst I put it in my shorts. I drop a packet of gum and when you bend to pick it up, you collect your panty also. "Thank you mi protector. You help me when I need it again". The bus stops and we alight. When it drives away, we hold hands and walk to our villa. When we arrive at the main building, you begin to walk to our apartment at the edge of the beach but I delay you. I point to some stools at the bar near the public swimming pool and suggest with a gesture that we sit there. "I would like a long, cold drink before we eat. Will you sit with me?" and I sit on a stool facing the pool with my back to the bar. "Yes Mark. I also would like this but I want to return to the villa. You forget that I have no panty and this is very thin and short?" and you pull at the hem of your sarong. "I am old and I am foolish and I am forgetful but I do not forget this thing. That is why I want to do this. I want to know when we drink that your beautiful, smooth vagina is looking at me when I am looking at you." And I point at the stool opposite me. "O.K. I do this but do not shout at me if we have trouble with the staff or customers for being naughty." And you slide onto the stool and place your feet on the rail. "I only will shout when we make love and I scream your name with passion and desire. I could never shout at you with anger." I move my stool closer to enable my knee to move between your knees only a little. "Now, tell me. What do you want to drink?" and I wave at the contents of the bar. "Mmmm. I like vodka and coke but this is a vacation. I want to try more new things. I would like a cocktail please. One that is creamy with milk in a big round glass that has straws and parasols and sparklers and ..." I stop you there with a chuckle and a wave of my hand. "O.K. I surrender. You want a ridiculous vacation drink." I study the bar and talk to the barman. "I think that the glass that you want is called a hurricane glass. Or that is what it is called in English. He is going to make you a Tropical Bliss, the name of which sounds appropriate. It is milk and rum and vodka and pineapple and orange juices and he is going to add all the decoration that he can find. Is that acceptable?" You jump a little from your stool and you giggle with excitement. "O yes. That is what I want and I will drink this every day that we are here in our tropical bliss. Thank you mi amor. Gracias." And you lean towards me for a hug. Your barely clothed body squeezes my body and I am breathless. The bar is not full but it is not empty and there other guests swimming in the pool and laying on the tumbonas. But they cannot see what I can see. There is a shiny column behind you. It is square so each side is flat and is similar to a mirror. And the reflection that I can see is of your sarong lifted higher and the curves of your buttocks and the cleft of your bottom exposed and naked. "I am pleased that you value my choice for you. I am very pleased." With my hand I hold your wrist and place your palm on my shorts. The image of your nakedness has stiffened me again and your hand can feel the blood pumping into my penis. "Hooo. Mi amor. I like this more and value this much more." And you gently hold my hardness and rub my penis. The noise of ice being blended with milk reminds us that we are sitting in a bar and I lean back onto my stool and you do the same. We appear respectable again but my knee remains between your legs and can now press against our thighs. We watch the barman when he works. He is creating our drinks with smooth efficiency. He cannot see that your hand is stroking my naked thigh, beneath my shorts and my knee has pressed further to touch your naked vagina. I can feel your swollen labia, hot with blood and wet with arousal. The barman places our drinks on the counter and hopes that we enjoy them. Your glass is full of sparklers and fruit and straws and plastic stirrers. You jump up and down like a child on the Christmas morning when she sees her gifts from Father Christmas. The sparkler is soon extinguished and it is safe to remove it so that you can drink. Your sweet lips suck at the straw and your eyes melt with pleasure. "Yes. You make a good choice for me. I like this very much. I am glad that I will drink this every day. What is in your glass?" "I was less adventurous than you but this is also a vacation drink, but I have drunk them many times before. This is a classic margarita. No fuss, no frills but very strong and powerful and always does the job. As do I. Salud! Maria" We touch our glassed together in salute and once more, entwine our arms in the lovers' pose. You taste my cocktail and I taste yours. You express your appreciation for a good tequila but that you will not change your choice. Yours is nice and creamy, with a strong alcohol effect. I would not advise anyone to drink it quickly with the straw and then try and walk in a straight line!! We talk and laugh and make observations about the other guests. Again we have forgotten to eat and the alcohol makes us a little drunk more quickly. We forget also that you are not properly clothed and when we laugh and touch each other, it is sometimes more revealing and intimate than is the custom in the public bars. Again and again, I watch the reflection of your bottom in the mirror behind you. I also look down your cami at your bikini bra. I am glad that in the years from when we first talked, your curves and bust have changed from skinny flesh and bone to the correct shape for a woman. Your ass and breasts are full and rounded and I can only imagine how your body will change again when you are pregnant. Pregnant? I remember the times that we have made love in the 24 hours that our airplane arrived in Mexico. Every time that I penetrated your fertile flesh, my potent semen ejaculated into your unprotected womb. The essence of a simple Englishman has been inseminated into the heart of a beautiful Latin princess. Your cervix has accepted my gift. Are your ova impregnated already? Is there life that is forming and growing so soon? The shape of a pregnant woman is beautiful and you will be a beautiful, beautiful pregnant woman. Your breasts will grow with milk for our baby. Your stomach will grow with our baby. Your bottom will grow as your hips adjust to the miracle that is growing within. Your skin will glow and any minor trace of imperfection will be smoothed and disappear. Your hair will become more thick and more lustrous. Your body will produce more of everything that is you. You will bloom and blossom and perform the miracle of life. And I will be there. I will watch with wonder. I will protect you. I will provide for you. I will worship and adore you. I will love you more. I will draw pictures of you. I will take photographs. I will film you. I will record as many moments as I can for all too briefly the time will come when we welcome our new, perfect child into the world. I smile in anticipation of the joy we will share and imagine my attempts to persuade you that you can provide enough milk for the baby and for me. I want to suckle at your teat and share with our child a most intimate bond with you. You realise that I was smiling and pinch the skin of my thigh to get my attention. When you look down at my legs, you can see that my penis has grown and the shape of it is obvious on the fabric of my shorts. Also, there is a darker area of fabric where I have leaked my excitement into the cloth. "Hooo. You are not so drunken that your penis cannot make me happy. Yes?" Because we are drunken, your hand returns inside my shorts and strokes my erection and your knees move apart. This exposes your nakedness to me. I cannot resist. I cannot refrain. I have no self control. My fingers touch your pussy and using your moisture, I rub your labia and around your clitoris. This stimulates both of us and we make a low moan in unison. Your thighs squeeze around my knee which presses my hand and fingers more firmly against you. We rub each other until our moans become more loud and our eyes are almost closed. I must resist. I must refrain. I must have self control. "Angelita. I think that we should slow down. You know that I want you. I can feel that you want me but we are a little drunken and hungry. I suggest that we eat lunch before we enjoy the remainder of our day." And I withdraw my hand and lean back from you. Your facial expression changes from ecstasy to agony but you release my knee and lean back from me. We walk from the bar to a restaurant. We sit at a table outside, but within the shadow of the building. The table linen is crisp and white. The cutlery is heavy and shiny. The chairs are generously upholstered and we sink into them. The waiter takes our order for food and more cocktails. A large pan of spiced chicken with rice is placed on the table between us and the waiter serves a portion to each of us. It is delicious and too quickly, we have eaten all of it and the salad. The First Vacation Pt. 01-02 We order some fruit juice and relax as we digest our food. Once more, we talk and flirt and my fingers stroke your hand and forearm that is laying on the table. I cannot imagine anything that could improve the perfection of the previous 24 hours. I tell you that I am the most happy that a man can be and ask if you understand the phrase 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do' and the explain that it encourages people to adopt local customs and behaviours when you are in a new place. "And with that in mind, I would like to suggest that you demonstrate to me the Latin American custom of the siesta. Will you take me back to our apartment and take me to bed now?" My hand is now holding yours and I am looking into your dark eyes. I have not felt more loved and in love. "Siiiiii!!!. I like this idea very much. Yes. Come with me and we have our first siesta together. Yes. Yes!!" And you jump up from your chair. This causes your breasts to shake magnificently beneath your cami and the noise of the table and chair rattling on the stone floor attracts glances from the other diners. We walk quickly to our apartment and close the doors and shutters but the windows remain open to permit air to circulate and the gentle sound of breezes to be heard from outside. We close the drapes around our bed. "Normally, I would not undress for a siesta but our clothes are too tight and too dirty so this time, I think that we can be naked. Yes?" and you unwrap your sarong. Then you turn away from me so that I can admire your curvy back and hips as you remove your other clothes. When you are undressed, you crawl up the bed on your hands and knees. You are amazingly beautiful. Every inch is perfection and every angle of you shows your beauty perfectly. I see glimpses of your shaved, naked labia when you move. They appear swollen and expectant again. "Maria. You know more about the customs of Latin America than me. Our preparations for this do not give me ideas for sleeping and relaxing. I want you again. Will you permit me to share my love for you?" I have discarded my clothes and sandals on the floor and my penis points expectantly at the bed. "Hooo. Mi amor. I want same. Look." And you lay back on the bed, with your legs open. Your fingers spread the labia of your vagina also. I can see that you are aroused with moisture and swollen expectantly. I cannot resist. I cannot refrain. I have no more self control. Positioned above you, my penis knows our intentions and touches your clitoris. A minor adjustment as I look into your eyes and I lower myself deeper, slowly penetrating and enjoying every millimetre's descent. Once embedded, you wrap your legs around me and hug me close. "Do not move mi amor. We can relax and take our siesta like this. You like. Yes?" for a moment, disappointed frustration rises in me but does not surface because I can feel new sensations. You are squeezing me penis with the muscles in your vagina. It is a tender caress that dispels any disappointment or frustration. We are making love most slowly. Or to be more correct, you are making love to me. I must resist. I must refrain. I must have self control. And I am rewarded with new feelings that provide exquisite stimulations. Our breathing is the only indication of our rising pleasure and gratification. It becomes louder and deeper until it becomes groaning and moaning with pleasure. I am already buried deep in your womb, pressed at your cervix when my engorged penis swells further and prepares to ejaculate again. "Are you ready for my cum mi amorita?" the strain of not moving makes my body stiffen with repressed desire. "Si papi. Let me take your milk. Let me squeeze your cock and take your hot cum. Give me your seed and make our baby. You want this? I want this. Give it to me papi. I want all of you." The dam breaks and my seed floods your womb. The feeling is intense and unlike anything that I have experienced previously. My orgasm is joined by your orgasm and ripples of ecstasy wash over and through us. "WOW!" is all I can say. We turn onto our side, maintaining my penis where it is happily inserted. Our lovers' entwined becomes an embrace and we hug each other close until sleep finally takes you from my sight and fills my dreams with you instead. End of Part Two