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A Cocktale for Sherry

By: amyredek



I hate to fly. Well not hate really but more of being apprehensive having once been shot down when flying over Viet Nam. I was only there on behalf of my newspaper, me being a journalist, looking for some inside stories from some of the men fighting out there. I had boarded a Grumman OV-1 Mohawk that was going out on a photographic mission along with two other journalists plus the crew. We had taken off from Da Nang and flew north. We were not that far really over North Viet Nam when we were hit by ground fire that took out our starboard engine.

As soon as we had been hit, the pilot sheared off to the right taking us very quickly out over the sea, losing height at the same time. A crewman shouted to us above the noise that it would be better that if we had to ditch, the sea was the best place as there were quite a few friendlies out there to pick us up. As it happened, the pilot managed to keep the plane flying until we could turn back towards land now being below the demarcation line.

It was a harrowing experience that I wouldn't have liked to go through again for we also had to crash land as some of the ground fire had disabled our landing gear. We were lucky to survive that pancake as we bounced several times before coming to a sliding stop with us all still alive and not injured. This memory has stayed with me though I still get a touch of the jitters every time I fly, thinking of what had happened nearly twenty years ago.

I was now a free lance journalist, not tied to any newspaper and I had just spent the last two weeks here in the Bahamas for a rest and the boring part now other than my dislike of flying was that many a day was wasted by spending so much time waiting after checking in to the actually time that the flight was to take off.

We had been called to our departure lounge where we had another long waiting time and I eyed a sweet young thing there and wondered if she would be seated next to me. But alas, no, my luck was out for when we did finally get to board our plane, I found that next me was sat a mid-fortyish woman who was, well, Junoesque I think is the polite word.

She told me her name was Sherry as we chatted and she seemed very nice. I told her that my name was Jerry and I commented on her tan and she confided that she was returning from a vacation at a clothing optional resort in the Bahamas. 

Blow My Mind. 

Suddenly she looked a lot less matronly and I felt my interest rising and had to wriggle about a bit against the seat belt to make myself more comfortable. I felt the plane begin to taxi as I asked her more about her vacation. She told me that she was a widow and had spent the last two years caring for her husband who finally died of cancer. This was her first vacation in many years due to his illness and on the recommendation of a friend, had chosen Lyon Airlines. 

We were interrupted by the Pilot on the intercom where instead of his usual announcement of flight altitude and ETA, he informed us that there was a mechanical problem and that we would be returning to the gate. This made my heart flutter but at least we were still on the ground with this being noticed. By the time we were back at our departure gate, he had told us that the repair would take overnight and that an Airline Representative would meet us at the head of the gateway to arrange transfers or hotel accommodation. 

'I hate to fly,' I said to Sherry. 'I am going to ask for a hotel and take a much needed night off and eat a good meal.' She looked at me for a moment as I vented then said. 'That sounds like a good idea. Want company?'

I now took more notice of her, taking in her face first, without a blemish, a cute button nose, a generous mouth with kissable lips, eyes, two of them thank God, light blue with maybe a shade of green and how they twinkled! She had a fairly slim figure and guessed about five eight weighing in around a hundred pounds, fine looking legs that were as sun tanned as her face. All this I took in at a glance and only took a second or two and with my eyes now coming back up to her face, saw that she had a lovely smile too and the eyes twinkled again as she guessed that I had given her a good looking over.

'Sure,' I replied. 'I hate eating alone and to sit opposite such a lovely looking lady would please me no end.'

'Flatterer,' she said still smiling as she unclipped her seat belt and moving out into the aisle. I quickly followed her as we joined the other passengers as we all trooped back off the aircraft and into the departure lounge to take our turn in speaking to the Airline Representative, an attractive young woman that I would have chatted up if it hadn't been for Sherry next to me. I'm damn sure she was a mind reader for she put her arm into mine as if to say to the rep. that this man is mine.

'Yes sir, ma-am? An alternative flight or an hotel for the night?' she asked, noting the look in my eye and the arm of Sherry almost hugging me.

'Hotel please, for the two of us. I'm fed up with this airport already, and would rather have a daylight flight than a night one.' 

'Certainly sir,' she said as she wrote of a card and handed it to me. 'The Hilton. There is a bus waiting for those that choose the hotel. Have a pleasant evening.'

'We intend to,' said Sherry, surprising me with her choice of words. We left the terminal and found the hotel's bus waiting in a no parking zone. There were four other people aboard and a few minutes later another two joined us followed by the rep.

'That's it,' she said to the driver and gave us all a wave as she got off and the door was closed with the bus then taking us to the hotel. It didn't take but a few minutes before we were there and were greeted by the hotel staff where we signed in and were given our keys and found that we had adjacent rooms. We took the elevator with the others and found that we were all on the fourth floor.

We stopped by the door of her room.

'Well I'm for a shower though I'll still have to wear what I'm wearing now with my suitcase still on the plane,' she said.

'Meet you down in the bar in, say, twenty minutes?' I said.

'Good idea, I could do with a drink,' she said with a smile as she opened the door and went in. A shower was a good idea for I needed one as well to cool myself down.

I got down to the bar just before Sherry and asked her what she would like to drink. 'A gin and tonic please Jerry.'

'A gin and tonic and a bourbon with ice,' I said to the barman. I took the drinks and led her to a vacant table and sat down, handing her the gin glass.

'Cheers,' she said as we clinked glasses. 'Now tell me something about yourself.'

'Not much to tell,' I began after taking a sip of my drink as she did too. 'I'm a free lance journalist, travelling wherever there might be a story that a newspaper would buy.'

'There can't be much news out here in the Bahamas,' she said.

'There isn't,' I said with a laugh. 'I'm just taking a vacation.'

'Why aren't you home with your wife?' was the question and a look on her face that I couldn't fathom.

'I'm not married. I was once but we got divorced,' I said, hearing a slight bitterness in my voice.

'Why? Any children?' her eyes now showing some sympathy.

'No children. Maybe it was the lack of any with me being away so often. Maybe they would have kept her occupied, but, it never happened and so she left.'

'I'm so sorry,' she said, her hand coming onto my lower arm and giving it a gentle squeeze. 'Let's drink up and have dinner, I'm starving.'

I couldn't agree more and so we quickly finished our drinks and went off to the dining room and were shown to a table for two. With it being dinner, the lighting was low and every table had a candle and a small bowl of flowers in the centre.

'Oooh, this is so romantic,' she smiled back up at me as I held the back of the chair out for her to sit down. I smiled back, glad at being able to sit down for that smile had really turned me on. It had been a long time before I'd had a woman smile at me like that and was glad to be offered the menu to hold up for I was sure that I had gone a little red in the face.

She asked me to order for her and chose the best that I thought that she would like and a bottle of wine to go with what I'd ordered, and it was a lovely meal as was the company. It was a delight to have her sitting opposite me, laughing at my small jokes and anecdotes of my profession. We didn't rush our meal and stayed longer at the table than was normal, not wanting the meal to end. It was only when we noticed that the dining room was almost empty did we realise just how long we had been in there.

I rose up from the table and pulled her chair back and took hold of her hand and we left the dining room. It was a good sign that she didn't let go of my hand as we carried on towards the elevator and waited for the doors to open. She smiled up at me and my heart melted as she then gave my hand a squeeze. The doors slid open and we moved inside and I pressed the button for the fourth floor. Not a word was said on our short lift upwards and with it coming to a stop and the doors opening, we moved out and went along to her room.

She was holding my right hand with her left and she used her right hand to get her door key out of her pocket and opened the door and as it swung open turned to me and spoke in a very low voice.

'The last time I laid with a man was with my husband, four years ago. When was the last time you lay with your wife or any other woman?' she said, and I could see that this was the truth that she told.

'F...four years and that that was with...with my wife,' I stuttered.

'Then I think you have as much a need for me as I have for you,' and her voice went even softer. 'Will you stay the night with me?'

'She...' my throat seeing to be full of stones and I cleared it with a soft and short cough. 'Sherry. You do me an honour, yes,' and she pulled me into her room and pushed the door closed behind her as I took her into my arms and kissed her. Her arms came up round my shoulders and pressed her body up tight to me as we kissed and I could not stop myself from responding at having her body so close up to mine.

'You feel like a big man,' she murmured between our kisses. 'One that I need.'

We moved further into the room going past the bathroom and stopped at the foot of the double bed where I slowly began to undress her. Her blouse was easy enough to undo the front buttons and ease if off from her shoulders letting it fall down her arms for her to slip them out of the sleeves to then cast it aside. The bra she was wearing, white and in stark contrast to the sun tanned flesh above and below. The cups were well filled and my hands went behind to fumble with the clips, it being a long time since I had done this, but managed to unclip them and have the straps fall loose in my hands. I pulled them forward and down over her arms and let the cups fall free and then saw that she had also caught the sun on two perfectly formed breasts, firm and luscious with rosy red nipples dead centre as they should be.

They were that attractive that I couldn't resist in lowering my head and giving a kiss to each nipple, to take that little bud between my lips and have a gently suck to feel each one rise up hard as a nut. If the bottom half was as good as the top, well...... I knew she wasn't wearing stockings and it was easy to release the clip of her skirt to have it fall to her feet revealing that she wore a pair of lace panties. Panties that didn't quite conceal what was between her thighs, a neat bush of pubic hair that was the same colour of the hair on her head, a lovely one at that.

I slowly moved down to my knees, kissing her from her breasts downwards, my tongue weaving a path down past her naval and her stomach until I reached the hem of her panties. My fingers went into the insides of the hem and slowly pulled them down from her hips, revealing her pubic hair until they were clear of her thighs and they whispered their way down her legs that she slowly stepped out of them, her shoes coming off from her feet at the same time.

I rose up from my knees and took her into my arms and we kissed, her naked body pressing again to my clothed body before breaking apart for her to start taking my clothes off. The jacket came off easily before she began unbuttoning my shirt, her hand running up and down my chest her fingers moving through the sparse hairs that I had there. Her fingers tweaked the nipples before she bent her head and kissed them and then finished taking off my shirt.

It didn't take her long to have the waistband of my trousers undone and the zipper pulled down. She knelt down to pull them right down and helped me lift my feet to take them tight off, the side of her face rubbing up against the bulge of my underpants. She smiled up at me as she began to slowly pull them down, feeling my erection being pushed down at the same time until it was free for it to suddenly spring up, catching her under the chin.

She gazed at it for a moment before looking back up at me, a smile on her face and saw her lick her lips before lowering her head and taking the head of my cock into her hot mouth. 

'Oh Christ!' I murmured at feeling the heat and of her tongue moving over the bare flesh that she'd uncovered by pushing my foreskin down with her lips as she had taken me inside to a temperature of 98.6 F or 37 Celsius if that is you what you go by. I'm sure that the heat from my cock was far higher considering the way the blood was coursing round it, making it throb and pulsate in keeping with my heart beat that had risen a few notches with where it was. But I didn't want her this way and so gently held her head and pulled out of that lovely mouth that I would rather kiss, which I did when I had gotten her to stand upright. But even having this kiss had our bodies close up to each other, squashing my vibrating cock between us.

I'm sure I had felt her own heart beating quite fast, coming through her breast before I broke of the kiss and eased her backwards until she had no option but to fall back onto the bed. It was only then that I could see the full sun tan that she had acquired during her stay here in the Bahamas as opposed to my own pallid flesh, my last suntan no longer to be seen. She moved herself to the middle of the bed and giving me that lovely smile again, she opened her arms as well as her legs, inviting me into both.

I got onto the bed, my cock swaying with my movement, her eyes flicking down to see it, giving her cause to once again lick her lips and it was into her arms I went first. Lying half on top of her, squashing the breast closest to me and with my hard erection pressed up against her thigh as we kissed again.

'Oh Jerry,' she moaned, breaking off the kissing. 'It's been so long in having a man and you have what I need. Please, no foreplay. Give me what you've got.' I had no argument to this for she was just what I needed too, a woman wanting me as much as I wanted a woman. It only took a moment to shift my position to be between her opened legs and no problem of fumbling or probing for my cock had its own built in radar and homed straight in to its target and I entered the heat of her body once again, but in the right place this time.

She was wet and hungry for a man such as me for I slid in so easily like a hot knife moving through butter and up until our pubes met and I could go no further as her legs came up for her heels to come up past my waist. There had been a gasp from her as I had entered and now there came a big sigh as we became fully enjoined, her vaginal muscles flexing themselves along the whole length of my cock as it throbbed inside her. I knew that I wouldn't be able to last long and didn't realise for a moment that she couldn't either for she began to move before me, her hips thrusting up as she began to fuck herself really on my cock and I had only just begun to move when she gave out a muted cry and I felt her body shudder beneath me as she had her orgasm.

It was only with me moving myself in that lovely heat that I really began to appreciate that I was once again having the ultimate union with a women and knew that I wouldn't be able to last long, but then neither could she for when she'd had that orgasm with me being where I was, her fingers had dug into my shoulders, but now I felt them start to rake my back as she got near to a second one. I was coming to my peak too and what with her bucking underneath and me ramming myself in as much as I could get, we both gave out a cry at our mutual release, her fingers now really breaking the skin of my back.

Her thighs were gripping my waist tight as my cock throbbed away as I gave up all of the semen that my balls had been storing up for this moment, my cock pulsating away as every surge of my seed that came up to erupt out of the eye of my penis, sending it to God knows where inside her to fight against the fluids of her orgasm that was coming from the opposite direction.

Our bodies were streaming with sweat and it wasn't just from the warmth of the room as we came to a mutual halt, both breathing heavily, or panting I should say, her shining breasts heaving up to my chest, the tight buds of her nipples seeming to scorch my chest as they moved. Her eyes were wide open and really sparkled in the light of the room and the smile was something to see that was far better than those that I had seen earlier. I'm sure I had a fatuous grin on my face at this pause as her hands then moved and pulled my head down for yet another kiss.

'It's almost sacrilege to say this,' she panted after breaking off the kiss, 'but this has been the best yet. Better than what my husband ever gave me. Oh God,' and I felt her body shake and her head moved from side to side, 'I can't wait until you are ready again.'

'You were wonderful too Sherry,' was all that I could utter, discarding most of the superlatives that my mind wanted me to say, really leaving me rather tongue tied and coming out with that trite response. I struggled with my mind as what else to say and my mouth took over from the brain. 'Never before,' another stupid thought coming into the mind of Churchill's wartime speech, mangling it a little, 'have I had such an experience as you have so generously given to me. I can only thank you from the bottom of my heart.' Trite again, but it had the desired effect for tears came to her eyes and she pulled my head back down for more kisses.

It was several minutes before my mind became conscious enough to realise that my heavy body was fully on top of her, squashing those lovely breasts and also restricting her breathing. I lifted myself up onto my elbows and began to pull out, knowing that my cock was now deflating itself and would have soon slipped out of its own accord. She gave out a little cry as I began to pull myself backwards, feeling her inside muscles flexing themselves like mad, trying to hold me there, but my body won and came out to a rather obscene sucking noise.

I then moved to one side and virtually fell onto my back, my now much deflated cock slapping itself against my thigh before slipping down between my legs, wondering how long would it before I was back up again in a fucking mode. Sherry moved and moved up onto her side and her hand stroked my chest for a few moments before speaking.

'I think you needed that as much as I did,' she said in her soft voice, 'and, well how long do you think before you would be ready again.' Her voice sounding even softer and I wondered at how many different ways did she have in being able to change her voice as she had just done? A moot point, but one to wonder over. Her hand had gone down from my chest as she had spoken and her fingers were now twining themselves through my pubic hairs.

'Now that is a question I cannot answer for it has a mind of its own,' and this made her chuckle, 'but having had a taste of you, I shouldn't be surprised if it wasn't less than half an hour. So till something crops up, tell me something about yourself,' I said.


A Cocktale for Sherry



'Well,' she began, leaning a little bit closer to me so that her breast was somewhat being compressed against the side of my chest. 'It isn't really ladylike for one to reveal her real age but, as I'm not really very ladylike, I'm now thirty eight years of age and have....had been married for ten years to my late husband. It was about three years ago that he fell ill and being checked over in hospital he was diagnosed as having cancer and only given two more years to live. I must say that they were the worse years of my life watching him slowly deteriorate. Losing weight, appetite and fall into a state of despondency. It was really heart breaking to see him, to watch him slowly die.' Tears were falling from her eyes and dropping on my shoulder and I moved and put my arm round her and held her to my chest as I felt her chest heaving against mine. I stroked her back until she was able to compose herself to be able to speak again.

'He...he said, almost his last words to me, was that I shouldn't mourn and become a straw widow, but just think of him now and again, and of the fun we had, and...and that I was to look for another man to take care of me.'

Bloody hell, that hit me. Was I to become that man? I was now forty years of age, robust and healthy, but was I ready to take on another woman after having already been married once before? No answer came to mind for me to answer her and so just held her as I stroked her naked back. She seemed to perk up a bit a few minutes later by lifting her head up and laying it down next to mine on the pillow.

'What about you?' she asked. 'You've already said that you are divorced and are a free lance journalist. What does that tell me?'

'Not a lot I must admit. I just travel where I think that there will be news for me to get a story to sell. It's a living and I do get to see the world and yet it is a lonely profession.' Now what in hell's name made me say that to her after what she had just said to me about finding another man?

'That you've already told me by me being the first woman since your divorce. But what are you really aiming at?' her voice now sweet and I caught a trace of it being slightly cajoling.

'Well, er, I've never really given it any thought,' I replied, that really being the truth for I had not made or even tried to construct what I could or should do with the rest of my life. I then realised that all I did was amble around the world, sometimes putting myself into real danger when following up on a war in a middle east country. I know I wasn't cut out to become one of the paparazzi following pop stars and the current film god or goddess. Nor did I look for smut that some of the lower moral papers cried out for. I was not one to dig for dirt or report on human error, foibles or lack of sense when it came to sex. Sherry soon stopped these thoughts by giving me more to think about.

'Jerry? It's not really a woman's place to ask this kind of question, but do you really have to fly out from here tomorrow? Could you stay a little longer....with me? There! I've gone and said what I said to myself that it was a question that I wasn't going to ask. But,' her hand was now fondling my limp dick and I think responding to her helping hand. 'Would...could you stay for a little bit more of this sunshine and, er, pleasure. Christ! I'm speaking like a slut now, but speaking like one and being one are two different things and very, very far apart. Please forgive me.'

I now moved myself and leaned into her and gave her a kiss.

'There's nothing to forgive and I would just love to stay here for a while with you for I have enjoyed your company and...well I like being with you, especially now that you have aroused me again,' knowing that was cock was up to its full strength again and pressing itself up tight to her thigh. 'Maybe we could spend a few days at this resort where clothing is optional and I might be able to get a sun tan as lovely as yours.' This last part being said as I ran my hand up and down the side of her chest before leaning further over her and taking the nipple of the nearest breast into my mouth to suck and nibble on.

When that nipple was like a little piece of rock, I started to move myself further down the bed, kissing more of that brown breast, sweeping my tongue underneath it too, taking in some beads of perspiration. Moving further down, licking and kissing as I moved, taking a little time for my tongue to inspect her navel. With my body pressing down on her thighs, she moved her legs so that I could move myself in between them as I carried on with my tongue to pass through her pubic hairs until I found the lower lips that need as much kissing as the upper ones.

I settled myself down and used my fingers to part the petals of her labia to give my tongue the space to then rove round the inside and find that little kernel that was her clitoris. She gave out a groan at the first touch, feeling her thighs that were against my shoulders give out a tremor at this touching of the female equivalent of the male penis. With her trembling at the touch of my tongue as it move round her private parts it was a definite body shudder and a gasp when my tongue entered her vagina. This wasn't the first time that I'd gone down on a female but I had a sneaky suspicion that this was the first time that she had this done to her and so I gave her the best that I could in really arousing her.

What surprised me was that, amateur that I believed I was in the art of cunnilingus, she had an orgasm in the middle of me using my tongue up where I wanted to put my now really throbbing cock that was being squashed beneath my prone body. I also suffered after a fashion as she began her orgasm for her thighs came together and held my head as though it was in a vice. My ears were covered to stop my hearing and the pressure also forced my nose right tight into her pubic region cutting off my oxygen.

It took all of my strength and what oxygen I had left in my lungs to prise her thighs apart to be able to lift up my head and take in great gulps of the air that I had been deprived of for nearly two minutes while she was in the middle of her orgasmic throes. My ears wer now clear to hear what she was crying out.

'Now Jerry, now!' she almost screamed. 'Put it inside me. Inside me! Fuck me, fuck me Jerry,' the last being almost a sob. Not only did she want it for I wanted it too for my cock felt as if it was almost on the point of bursting itself like a crushed melon it felt that big.

I was quickly up from between her thighs, wiping my now wet mouth of her outpouring of her orgasm up on her stomach as I moved further up her body, feeling my rampant cock finding it own way up the trail of her seeping fluids and I entered her before I'd even got my elbows firmly planted either side of that magnificent chest that she possessed.

What a pleasure it was to once again enter that hallowed hall and have her body heat as well as the flesh completely surround my cock as it slid in as far as I could push it and get the feeling of her muscles once more flexing themselves round my pulsating shaft. I reared up onto outstretched arms and really gave her my manhood, pushing it in as far as it would go, our pubes stopping any further entry and then pulling back to the repeat the process of my fucking of this lovely hot interior of a female body.

Her legs had come up again in the form of trying to crush and make my waist thinner with her heels starting to drubbed my kidneys as she approached another orgasm once more before I had even gotten into my stride. My body became rigid as she bucked beneath me, really fucking herself on my cock that was deep inside her until she gave out a small scream as her back must have left the bed as she had her orgasm, straining her body up to mine as she began to shake and shudder before suddenly falling back and going all limp beneath me.

I could feel the result for it was oozing itself round my cock and felt some of it coating my balls with the rest moving down on the inside of her thighs. So with her now almost comatose, I began again in my moving and fucking her and after having had at least half an hour's rest, was able to last that bit more longer in time of moving my cock up and down inside her. I also teased here by pulling right out so that the head of my cock could rub itself up against her clit to make her squirm that little bit more. But I found out that I was only bringing her up to her having a third orgasm in this one coupling and managed to hold myself back to give her my sperm at the same time as she came too.

Christ! I was knackered and had barely the strength to pull myself out of her to fall onto my back, panting heavily and feeling extremely tired with the effort I had given out to see that Sherry had the best that I had to give. 

We had not turned on the bedside lamps and with night having fallen outside the room was darkness. Not completely for there was still a filtering of the moonlight coming into the room so that I could see her naked body alongside me and see as well as feel her hand stroking my chest. My hand was moving across her flat stomach and I think it was somewhere along this period of touching each other that we fell asleep.

 *

I came awake to daylight streaming in the window, feeling Sherry's hand stroking my morning erection that felt hard and I flexed it as I came to my senses as to exactly where I was. In bed with a lovely woman that wanted me to stay a little longer with her, and my mind began saying yes over and over as I recalled the wonderful night we'd had in our love making.

'Good morning lover,' she said, her voice soft and melodic as I felt the hair of her head brush down my chest and couldn't help the gasp as I felt her hot mouth take in the head of my erect cock. The gasp turned to a groan as her tongue worked its way under my foreskin and had the tip tease the G string there. Saliva from her mouth made it easier for her to move it up and down over the bared flesh and opened my eyes to see her head bobbing up and down as she sucked and teased me.

'I'm going to come if you keep that up,' I groaned and knew by saying that she would stop for me to use my cock to come inside her instead of her mouth. I was right, for she lifted her head up off of me, letting the air feel cold over the bared flesh that had just been heated by her own body temperature. Her tongue moved up my body, stopping briefly at a nipple for a quick suck before carrying on to kiss me on the lips.

'As much as I want to taste you, I want you lover, to put it inside me for I'm already wet in anticipation,' she said with that smile again that I could now see having opened my eyes. Hers were shining and knew that I hadn't let her down last night in our couplings by the glow that she showed. In fact, she seemed to glow all over and I really wanted her body again and so moved myself up to push her onto her back for me to roll over on top of her.

I felt her legs open for my lower body to fall between them as she mouthed me a kiss as I leaned up on my elbows and found that she was indeed wet between her thighs, giving my rampant cock a glide path into heaven which it seemed to be as my cock slid in quite easily until our pubes met and I had as much as I was going to get, inside her.

It was another glorious fuck as her legs came up high and gripped my waist as I ploughed her meadow to make it ready for me to plant my seed, which caused me to hope that she was on the pill or least out of her ovulating period. The last thing I wanted at this time was to make her pregnant, though that wouldn't be that bad an idea my mind said. A thought which I quickly shook out as it wasn't the time and then wondered if there would be such a one which led me to ask myself if that is what she wanted. More food for thought.

It was her groan and a tenseness of her body that brought me back to where I was in the middle of fucking her and knew that she was reaching an orgasm which then became obvious as she began to raise her lower body up to my now downward thrusts and as she gave out her little scream and began to shudder and I let loose my sperm to fly up into her and mix with the juices that she was producing.

We came to a grinding halt and her legs slipped down from my waist as her arms came up and pulled me down for us to kiss, my cock still throbbing inside and felt some of our juices beginning to seep out and slowly coat my balls.

'What a man!' she breathed. 'I'm glad that I sat next to you and the plane didn't take off, for I would have missed this.'

'I'm glad too,' I said, finding that I was panting too and felt her muscles still moving over my now slowly deflating cock.

'Do you still want to stay here with me for a while,' Sherry asked.

'Oh yes. I want to see this beach where I can a sun tan as good as yours,' I replied.

'Well we'd better let the airline know so that they can take our luggage off the plane,' and then added a rider, 'and also see if they've got a room to spare on the island for us.'

So it was with reluctance that I lifted myself up and felt my cock slide out of her for me to then get up off the bed and give my body a stretch as I faced the window, seeing the sea being sparkled by the sunlight.

'You've got a lovely bum too,' I hear Sherry say as she got off the bed too and came and put her hands round my waist and felt her lovely breasts being pressed into my back, her head leaning against my shoulder as she kissed my back in this embrace.

'Well let's get this circus on the road,' I said, breaking free from her arms. 'Shower, dress, breakfast and sort out our luggage and hope that the island does have a spare room. With a double bed,' I tacked on the end with a smile.

I would have loved to have had a shower with her, to run the wet cloth over her breasts and between her thighs, but unfortunately, the shower provided in the hotel was of the variety that was connected to the bath tap and you had to stand in the bath to be under the shower rose. She wasn't in there long before it was my turn, again wishing that it was hand moving like mine was over my cock and had to clear my mind for it began to rise up so turned the tap to cold to shrink me back to its proper flaccid state.

Fully dressed, we had a quick breakfast before I phoned the airport and got through to the flight desk of the airline we would have been travelling with and asked them to have our luggage removed from the plane for us to collect later as we had changed our minds about flying out this day. The female I had spoken these words to said that she would see that all was done, for which I thanked her. I didn't know how to contact the island hotel and Sherry suggested that we went down to the waterfront where they had a lounge especially for their clients that wished to go by boat instead of their small seaplane. They would surely have a phone connection with the hotel, so that was where we headed.

It's surprising that with Nassau being quite a large city, most of the hotels, bars and restaurants are quite close together near the harbour to where we went. The sun was quite hot and it was nice to get into the coolness of this lounge and it didn't take long to find out that there was a vacant room on the island and would be most happy for us to book in for two weeks.

Sherry and I had spoken about this on our walk and decided that one week wasn't enough time for us to really get to know one another properly. I read this as a us having more sex between us and as I had liked having her, agreed to the two weeks. We were told that we could go by one of their boats or go back to the airport where the seaplane was at the time of us being told of this.

'It takes ten minutes flying time to the island,' said Sherry, 'and forty minutes by boat.'

'Well by the time we would take to get a taxi and get to the airport, it's going to take roughly the same amount of time,' I said. 'Anyway, I'd rather take the boat, how about you? Fly or boat?'

'Boat. I've been in the plane. It was good, but it would be nice to see the island from the sea this time,' she said.

'Island! We keep calling it the island, hasn't it got a proper name?' I asked as we walked out of the lounge towards when a man was leading us.

'Of course. It's called Lyon Island. Named after the young woman who had it built. (Ed. See the book "Francis" in these editions of how she came about this island.) There's a picture of her and her brother behind the bar. It's a surprise because they are identical twins,' Sherry said as I held her hand tight to help her down the steps to where there was a sleek looking white boat with the name "Wesson" painted on the stern. One of the boat men took her other hand to help her step over the coaming and into the boat were she sat down at the rear. The man also took hold of my hand to steady me as I got aboard to move and sit down next to Sherry. Within a couple of minutes we were moving out of the harbour and out onto the sea on the way to two weeks of bliss.

'Shit!' I suddenly exclaimed as we were now out of the harbour. 'Our luggage is still at the airport! We should have gone by the plane then, well it's too late now. Maybe we can get someone to pick them up for us.' She agreed to this and so we sat side by side holding hands as the boat fairly flew over the water and it wasn't really long before the island came into sight which excited Sherry, especially as we got close and could see a sandy beach at the southern end.

'There's the beach, there!' Sherry cried out, squeezing my hand as she bounced up and down on our seat. 'Oh I can't wait to be back on it, sunbathing without any clothes on. You'll love it and then we can get you nice and brown too,' she said with a laugh, and it was a few minutes later that we came to a stop at a wooden jetty, another local man taking hold of a mooring rope and tying the end to a wooden bollard. He also helped Sherry off the boat, me managing without assistance. There before us was a two storied building constructed entirely out of wood. It was about a hundred yards walk and up a few steps to the reception desk. All the sides of this building were open to the light breeze that gently moved through making it quite pleasant out of the heat from the sun.

'Hello Mrs. Mason. You only left yesterday but are now back again. The lounge didn't give me any names, but it is a pleasure to have you back again,' said the smiling clerk behind the desk.

'Yes. I didn't expect my husband to turn up,' she said, smiling back at the clerk. I inwardly cringed and hoped that he wouldn't ask to see my passport with Sherry saying that I was her husband. All I could do was smile at the clerk as I took the offered pen and wrote down that I was Mr. Mason and wife.

'Your key Mr. Mason. House number three, room B. That's on the right, ground floor,' he said as he passed over the key. 'Mrs. Mason knows the meal times. I hope you have a happy stay here.'

'If what Mrs. Mason has already told me of this wonderful island, I'm sure I will. Oh, I haven't paid for the room or for our stay here,' I said.

'You can pay later sir. Now one of the boy's will take your bags and show you to your room,' he said.

'Ah, now that's a problem,' I said and went on to tell him that our luggage was still at the airport which he said wasn't a problem and would have them collected and in our room before nightfall.

So a boy wasn't needed for Sherry knew the way and we walked round, past the swimming pool and through the palm trees to where I could then see some wooden houses not that far really from the big house which held both the dining room and bar on the lower floor. Sherry told me that the upper rooms of that big house were for the owner and guests, and the meals were absolutely fabulous.

Mind you, so was the room we went into and the bathroom was nearly of the same size as specifically designed by Francis that it had to be big enough to swing a cat in. The bed was nice and firm which suited me for I hated those soft ones.




A Cocktale for Sherry



'Jerry. Let's go down to the beach. We've got two hours before lunch,' she said.

'We haven't got any sun block,' I protested.

'I've got some in my bag. Oh! I forgot,' she said with a grin. 'It's in my case at the airport. Never mind. An hour won't harm you. Come on,' she said, pulling at my arm.

'Okay, okay,' I laughed, 'I give in. Let's take some towels at least.' So she let go of my arm for me to get two big bath towels out of the bathroom and let her lead me down to the beach where dress was optional.

'The staff are not allowed onto this beach during the day, only at very first light to give it clean,' she said as she was almost skipping along as she led me down through the palm trees along a well worn path that opened up to this stretch of sandy beach that must have been about eighty yards long by twenty from the sea. I saw that there were four couples already naked on their towels soaking up the sun's rays.

'I've never done this before,' I said as I stretched out our towels on the sand

'I was nervous on my first day but as others were doing it, why shouldn't I, I said to myself,' she said as she was stripping off her clothes. They were off far quicker than mine and was stretched out naked on a towel before I'd even got my trousers off. But I was sitting down on my towel before I took off my underpants.

'That was some front you had there at reception,' I said after a few minutes. 'Saying that I was your husband.'

'Well they didn't know I was a widow, besides, who was going to say nay?'

'What if they had asked to see my passport?' I retorted.

'Why should they? You would have had to show it on entry to the Bahamas, so there would be no need for them to do so here. Anyway, who cares, you're here with me and I love you for it,' she finished, rolling over onto her side to kiss me.

She said she loved me! Was this the truth or just words to fit the sentence? I must admit though, I had a tingle inside me that said that maybe I could be falling in love with her. Maybe it was this that made me turn and kiss the breast that was against my arm. She pulled my head up and kissed me on the lips.

'Fuck me Jerry, please,' she whispered into my ear.

'What? Out here? In the open? There are others on the beach you know,' I said in some form of protest.

'Well look over your shoulder, they're doing it,' was the reply. I turned my head and sure enough, the couple about fifteen yards away were copulating on one of the towels. The man being on top of the woman and his ass going up and down like a fiddler's elbow with her having her legs up by his sides. 'Please Jerry,' she begged. 'It was torture to be here for two weeks seeing couples having sex and me not even getting a sniff of a man as everybody here then were in pairs. I'm soaking wet already in anticipation. Please Jerry.'

This was a new expression on her face that I'd not as yet seen and it tore at my heart strings that she was actually begging for it. I couldn't stop myself from grinning down at her as I rolled over on top of her as she opened her legs for me to get comfortable and it was the smoothest entry yet as I slid my now rampant cock up inside her.

'Oh heaven,' she cried as I became fully embedded inside, her legs coming up to my waist and her hands pulling down at my shoulders. So in full view of anyone if they wanted to see me fuck Sherry, I did just that. Boy didn't it make me feel great to be out there for everyone one to see me fucking my "wife".

What with the sun blazing down on my back and the exertions I was going through as I fucked Sherry there out on the sand, sweat was pouring off of me as she cried out, 'Harder Jerry, harder!' I just hoped that those closest to us didn't hear her as I began to really pound myself into that hot interior that my cock was sliding back and forth in. It was my balls slapping at her that caused the little buggers that had been breeding there voice their displeasure and so revolted and made their escape in the only way that they could, and so I had them come surging up through my cock to erupt into the space that my cock was then occupying.

I was grunting with every surge, this being at the point where my cock was at its deepest inside that hot vagina. She gave out a scream as she then, feeling my seed hitting her insides, shook and shuddered as she had her orgasm and I swear I could feel her juices flowing down and around my still hard piece of flesh that had triggered of this wonderful event of nature.

Wow! This was so erotic, having sex like this out in the open air and where we could be seen in doing this act between us. I leaned up, having my still hard cock sliding out to her cry of loss as I leaned over to one side and fell onto my back, feeling fucked, and had Sherry surprise me.

'You wonderful man,' she cried as she turned on her side to kiss me, briefly on the lips before moving down on the towel to then hold my still hard cock upright and take the wet and glistening head into her mouth. Not only did she suck out the residue of my sperm but also was licking off some of her juices that was still running down the shaft and collected against her fingers that held me in a firm grip. Was I in Heaven, Utopia or Nirvana? At this moment in time I did not care which of these I was in for it could even had been Paradise, such was the state I was in at the way I was being seen to by my delightful Sherry.

My? The word screamed out in my brain. She is now yours, the voice in my head asked? The other side of my brain was lost for an answer and it sent what was left of my brain and senses into a whirl. Was she mine? Would she be mine? Did I want her to become mine? Three bloody questions that no part of what brain I had left could give me an answer. Oh what kind of web had my now befuddled brain got me caught up in, which raised more questions that would need answers. Did I love her? Could I love her? Will I love her?

What a conundrum that had become fixed in my mind as she kept up with her sucking of my still throbbing erection, obviously getting some pleasure from this act. An act that said that either she had a fixation of sucking on an erect male organ or that she was that besotted in love that she would do anything to please me. I was still nowhere in having an answer when she finished her sucking of me, having pulled out any remaining sperm and licked the head completely clean of both our juices.

Her smile was one of both pleasure and satisfaction which still didn't help me with the quandary I now found myself in.

'Let's go for a swim,' she said, still lying half on my thigh, my still hard cock now laying up on the lower part of my stomach'

'I can't with it still like it is,' I cried, pointing down to my still hard member.

'Don't be so silly. Who's going to care for I'm sure the other women here on the beach have seen it all before?' was her answer.

'Well they haven't seen mine before,' was my reply.

'Don't be silly,' she said again, moving to get up and pulling at my hand. 'The sea water will soon cool you down and them you will be like all the men here. Well some of them,' she giggled, really pulling me hard and left me no choice but to rise up and quickly run with her down the beach and into the sea. My cock had really been bouncing about as I ran and hoped that none of the other people had seen me in this state, but she was right about the water, for it wasn't exactly warm but it did reduce the tumescence that I'd had a few minutes before.

Sherry then reduced me to once again being a young child as we frolicked in the slow surf that washed the beach, splashing each other and seeing who could dunk the other first in an almost wrestling match, both of us laughing when we fell into the water together. There was one point when I dived at her and caught her round the waist, turning her round as we fell down with me on top of her and we were right at the water's edge, the surf slowly washing us as we kissed and I then realised that we were in almost the same position of Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr in the film "From Here to Eternity" as we lay there in an embrace as the surf washed itself around us. The only difference between us and the film was that we were naked. I'm damn sure that we were not the only ones to do or have done what we did there at the surf's edge, for I once again entered Sherry and fucked her for the second time on this beach for nudists.

As we lay there coupled as one, my stomach gave out a rumble which made her giggle, and she eased me off from her, my cock sliding out to be washed of my sperm.

'I heard and felt that your stomach needs feeding,' she said with another giggle and so with a theatrical sigh I rolled off of her and rose up and took her hand to pull her upright and we walked back up the sand to where our towels were. It wasn't until I was drying myself on the towel prior to getting dressed did I realise that I had walked all the way up the beach bollock naked and not given a thought to who might have seen me without my clothes on. So it was here did the lesson endeth in my previous embarrassment of being on this particular beach naked for all to see. It was a little later that here was no way I should be ashamed of what I had between my legs for mine more than compared to those that I saw later and was quite chuffed when I never saw one man that was bigger than myself in that department.

So when dressed, we returned to our room to put the towels out to dry and went off to the main building for lunch, but stopping first in the bar for our first drink of the day where I found a good bourbon cocktail that had peach and cherry brandy mixed in with other small bits that was absolutely delicious. It was the name that made me order this for myself considering where we were, it was called Anchors Aweigh. Sherry opted for a gin sling which she enjoyed with its ice that made it a very cooling and satisfactory drink.

We sat at a small table in this lounge, close to the rail so that we could see people either in the pool swimming or sitting on the shaded loungers. It was here that Sherry told me that all drinks were free as well as the meals as it was an all inclusive holiday resort, so I hoped that they took traveller's cheques for I didn't have much in the way of hard cash with me.

So with us finishing our lovely cocktails, we went round past the reception desk and into the dining area and had the most superb lunch I had ever eaten. I also found out that they had their own lobsters growing beneath the jetty, which were a gourmet's delight.

Sated and full after such a wonderful meal that had been washed down with wine that came from the vineyards that Francis had owned and now belonged to her brother, a vintage such as I had never enjoyed so much. In fact we had had two bottles to drink between us. We thanked the waiter for his service and asked him to pass on our compliments to the chef for the wonderful meal we had just eaten. We even got a bow from him as we left the dining room, deciding that after a meal such as that, that we should have a siesta for our stomachs to really appreciate what had been put inside them. Sherry had no arguments over this decision and so that was where we went and both slept like those of the dead.

We were woken up by a knocking at the door, now I had locked it after we had entered as we didn't want to be disturbed by any cleaner or whatever, but with this persistent knocking had to get up to see who it was making this noise to wake us up. I had looked at my watch to be surprised that it was just coming up to six o'clock of the evening. I got up and went and unlocked the door to see who was outside. It was only after opening it and saw this dark young man standing there with our luggage did I know why the knocking , but it was the way his eyes opened wider as he look down at my body did I realise that I had gotten out of bed naked.

'Y..y..your luggage from the airport sah,' he stammered, his eyes still looking down at my groin.

'Oh, thank you, Bring them in please,' I said and indicated where he was to put them. At that point, Sherry came awake, her eyes only half open went and sat up in bed and with her also being naked, her two lovely tits were now on open display and this young man nearly fell over the floor rug before dropping the luggage when I'd indicated, his eyes crossing between the sight of Sherry's breasts and my cock. I'd found a dollar bill and passed it to him with thanks and he stammered his as he backed out of the room not knowing which sight to linger his eyes upon until I shut the door so finishing his view of the pair of us.

It was only when I lifted my case up onto a stand that was there for that very purpose that I know of the mistake we had made.

'Shit!' I exclaimed. 'Shit and double shit!'

'What's the matter darling?' she asked. It was not for a while did it register with me that she had called me darling.

'We fucked up at the desk! You said I was your husband and went and signed the book as though I was. Now we've had our luggage collected and it has my real name on the bloody label. So they will all know that I'm not really your husband.' Then she started to laugh, falling back on the bed as her body shook with mirth. It was contagious for I started to laugh too and climbed back on the bed as we then hugged each other in our merriment.

'So...so they all now know that we are not man and wife, are they going to care? No. As long as we pay for the room they're not going to give a shit. Which of us is going to pay the bill?' she asked, her laughing now down to her giving me a smirk of a look. 

'I am,' I said quite haughtily. 'I couldn't expect my wife to pay the bill,' and that set us both off laughing again.

'And...and...and what name would you put on the traveller's cheque?' and off she went again to which I joined in for they had my real name on them so they would have found out then. Her body was still shaking when she held out her open arms. 'Come here my darling of a husband with the wrong name,' and started to laugh again and I couldn't help but join in both, the arms and the laughter and then suddenly sobered up.

'Do you know that that is the second time that you've called me darling?' I asked as I crushed her breasts to my chest.

'And why not? You are my darling and it the short time that we have known each other, in both senses of the word,' she gave me a smile at this point and am not really sure if it was a smile or a smirk, 'I have come to love you. Do you love me as much as I love you?' I saw the edge of tears in her eyes and not wanting them to become full tears said what she wanted to hear, and yet, there was quite a lot of truth in what I came out with.

'Sherry darling, you have given me what many men do not get from a woman, and that is love in the giving of not only her body but her heart, and that is what I am beginning to fall in love with. The heart! It is that that generates the brain and the rest of the body to respond to this feeling that the heart is giving out and you have shown me that what you have said is from the heart. I am coming to love you very fast and hope that within these two weeks that you will have captured mine which I feel deep down inside me is what you will do.' Then she began to cry and pulled me even harder to her breasts as she kissed whatever part of my face that she could reach in my half angled body positioned across hers.

It was several minutes before her crying ceased and I gently wiped away the tears from her eyes and cheeks to gently kiss both eyelids before those lovely lips that were a fundamental part of the sweet mouth that I was fast coming to love pressing my own lips to in our kissing. It wasn't long before we had removed the constricting sheet that had covered her body for me to look at, to stroke and run my hand up and down the silky skin before kissing both breasts and nibbling at the nipples that soon became outstanding nodules that were easier to suck upon. As I slowly began to kiss my way further down I heard her speak.

'Turn round Jerry darling, but don't stop where you are going.' So I began working my own body round on the bed as I kept up my kissing as I passed over her stomach and found that she had now pushed me over onto my back and had her get across my body as I was now down to her pubic hairs that were now above me and kept using my tongue as she too shifted her body and found that I had her sex right above my face. Not only that, but my sex was now right beneath hers and I felt her hand take hold of my now fully erect cock and had her take the head into the hot interior of her mouth. Her body came down on to me and I was then able to use my tongue to lick up against her clit and also run it all round the insides of those sexual petals that hid it from most eyes. 

I managed to get my arms free and my hands up near my head to be able to keep her thighs up and to prevent her moving down and further to smother me as I licked, sucked and teased whatever I could get tongue to. She at the other end didn't have the problem that I could be subjected too as she was up on top and therefore controlled all that we did. Oh how sweet it was to have her tongue roving over the flesh that she had bared so that she could tease me while she sucked on my organ. I'm not sure who got the most pleasure of us both sucking and teasing each other with our mouths and tongues. I only know that I loved it and it wasn't long before I began to buck my hips upwards to come in her mouth only to find that I had also brought her to an orgasm and nearly choked on what she gave out in these throes of our two bodies. I still think I suffered the most on almost being drowned with her outpourings. But overall, we had both pleasured each other and we soon moved apart after having had our sexual release and left the bed for a shower.

Now this was a far cry from that shower that the Hilton had for here we could both get into the cubicle and still have plenty of room to do as we wished but with us just having had sex, we didn't do it in the shower but there was enough space for us to wash each other under the cascade of water that not only cleaned us but kept, well, me at least, from becoming aroused again. It's strange that a man easily shows his arousal for a woman to either see or feel and yet the male cannot really tell in a physical sense when a woman has been aroused in a similar fashion. Answers please on a postcard. Sorry. A touch of English humour there. But it is really an answer that most heterosexual males would like to know. But I've digressed, apologies. 

With us both showered, sated and clean, got dressed in fresh clothes from our collected luggage, went off for a drink before dinner. This we had, the same cocktails as before and an even better dinner than lunch had been. The lobster thermidor was out of this world, as was the rest of the meal washed down again by the unrivalled wine.

Instead of going straight to our room, we stayed in the lounge for another hour to listen to the pianist as we had a few more drinks. We also learned a bit more about Francis, the builder of this resort, turning it from a barren island to what it was now. She had also been among other things, a cabaret artiste and so when she was here would quite often give an evening of her singing which we were told has never been bettered. Another fact was that whenever you heard Clare de Lune being played on the piano told you that she was there running her fingers over the keys. It was a sad time for the hotel when they learned that she had died in a plane crash back in the sixties and she, for all that she had achieved and was a millionaire, was only twenty six at the time of her death.

So she could only have been in her early twenties when she raised this island into what it was now and so made a note at I would look up to read the story of this remarkable young women, for what she had achieved here was far better than any other holiday resort I had ever been to, bearing in mind that this had been originally started back in the early sixties. It says a lot that this many years later it still surpasses all those that have been built since.




A Cocktale for Sherry



So after several drinks from the bar and listening to the music played on the piano, said out goodnights to those close to our table and we left, Sherry and I, to go back to our room for the pleasure that we could give to each other by being naked in bed and of the having of each other.

We were woken after a lovely night of sex by having a tray containing both tea and coffee by a maid, two options as we hadn't made it known which was our preference beforehand. It was a languid sexual session we had before getting up for our shower and other ablutions before getting dressed for going off for breakfast. It was here that we learned that we could take a collation of cold foods in a hamper to have as a lunch if we wished to stay on the private beach for the day. This we opted for and so with fresh clean towels, that heaven sent bottle of sun block and the hamper, we spent the rest of that day, naked and having me looking like one of the home grown lobsters at the end of it in spite of the sun block.

After two days, the redness had gone and been replaced by a nice middle brown shade with only one near white piece left on my body and that was of my penis for Sherry insisted that I kept it covered with a sock. I felt a right prick lying there out on the sand in the sun with this bloody sock on my cock for most of the day, only giving it the odd hour in the sun, but it eventually turned a nice brown in colour too. This was because if it had got burnt, she would have been the loser in the sex stakes that we had every night.

By now, all or most of the staff knew that I wasn't really Mr. Mason but Mr. Cromwell, my real name, it having been found on my luggage and I'm still not sure if they were taking the piss when some of the staff addressed me as Mr. Mason and some as Mr. Cromwell. Sherry would also be one to tease me because of my surname asking me questions that I couldn't answer, such as was I in anyway related to that Oliver Cromwell that had the English King Charles the 1st beheaded. When she saw that I didn't think it funny stopped. It had slightly angered me for it was one of the jibes I used to get when I was a schoolboy. Because of this I did a lot of research later and I am quite sure that I was in fact related to this long past man with having some later heirs to his name emigrating to the Americas, but it was not something that I boasted about.

That was the only tiff we had and she was easily forgiven, so much so that on our seventh day there I asked Sherry if she would marry me. She was over the moon and went up like a sky rocket at me making this proposal. What I think was stupid was that I asked her while we were in the lounge. Before I knew it, everybody there was congratulating me and trying to get a kiss from Sherry, the men that is, while the woman were wanting to give me a kiss. Those most forward were the ones that spent time on the nudist beach as we did, so the women knew what I had and the men what Sherry had.

Then I went and did another stupid thing though Sherry didn't think so, and the reason I think it was stupid was because I was completely sober at the time. I asked if the manager could arrange for a churchman to come out to the island to join us in wedlock. Well this sent Sherry higher that the moon this time when I told her of what I had arranged. Boy, what sex I was given that night and I was a bloody wreck the next day.

Not Sherry. She was constantly bubbling over with excitement and went off that day to Nassau to get herself a decent outfit to get married in. After seeing Sherry off in one of the island's boats went and saw the manager and apologised for how I had signed the register, which he waved away and on hearing what I had to say about my lack of attire for such an occasion of getting married was a brick, using the English vernacular in helping me with this by having quite a few different modes of attire being brought out to the island for me to choose something that would be appropriate.

But I then threw him another curve for I asked if we could book in for another two weeks making the island the place for our honeymoon as it were. He then became most apologetic in saying that all the rooms had been booked which made me rather crestfallen, but he said that he would speak to Sir Gervaise Lyon who actually owned not only the hotel but the island, and had inherited from his late sister, Francis.

This the manager did and because it was to be the first wedding ever held on the island gave his consent that one of the upstairs suites of the main building could be ours for the two weeks that I had asked for our honeymoon period. Digressing slightly, I met Sir Gervaise a couple of times over the next few years and came to like him very well when we spent times together on the island that was in his name, him with his wife Diane and me with Sherry.

But I have digressed again, and I was pleased to hear from the manager that we could have our two weeks with the approval of Sir Gervaise and have the Panther suite which was above the reception desk. Well the day arrived as did a minister that would perform the ceremony which was to be held in the lounge. Flowers had been brought over from the mainland and used to make an arch, similar to a bower that we would stand beneath.

The time came and I stood in under this arch of flowers, a very nervous man with all the guests there looking at me and me alone for I didn't have a best man standing beside me. I checked my pocket for about the tenth time to make sure the wedding ring was there, one that the manager had arranged to be delivered to me from a jeweller's in Nassau. The pianist was at the grand piano that was in the far corner behind me, playing softly until he then began to play the Wedding March and I turned my head and saw Sherry, looking absolutely fabulous in the gown she had selected, coming towards me on the arm of the manager who was escorting her till she came to stand beside me. The smile she gave me was out of this world.

The minister gave out a little cough to draw the attention we were paying to each other so that we should turn to face him. He then began the ceremony which I'm sure you are all familiar with the words to be said and our responses to the specific questions asked and after putting the ring on her finger it was announced that we were now man and wife.

The pianist started playing something that was unknown to me as all the guests there began clapping their hands as Sherry and I had our first kiss as a married couple. Waiters were hovering around with many glasses as champagne bottles were popped open and filled to be passed round to all there. There were many cheers of good health etc as the glasses were raised in a toast to us, we being given a glass each which we clinked together before taking a sip, smiling like two Cheshire Cats.

With the island being an all inclusive holiday venue, champagne was not one of the free drinks that the bar offered so I had had two cases brought over from the mainland for the guests to drink there on our behalf. So they all had at least two or three glasses each before turning to the bar for the standard free drinks.

Sherry and I circulated thanking everyone for being there, though they didn't really have any choice as there was nowhere else to go for a drink, after which, everybody trooped round to the dining room where the placing of the tables had been changed a little giving us one that faced all the others. On this table was a large wedding cake that the chef and his wife had laboured over in the making and it looked lovely there on this top table where we were both escorted.

A photographer had also come over to the island with the minister on my request to take as many pictures that he could, so there had been many flashes of light during the ceremony as well as now as Sherry and I then cut the cake to much clapping from those there and each and every one of them were given a slice to eat. I gave a short speech thanking everybody for their kind words and to the staff for making this a happy day for Sherry and myself as well as compliments to the chef and his wife for the beautiful cake.

Then everybody sat down for lunch, which as ever, was a dream to eat. This was the only day that we didn't go down to the off limits nudist beach and after the wonderful meal we all trooped back to the bar for more drinks. It was mid afternoon before we begged off and were cheered as we left the bar to now go to our new accommodation that was on the floor above and over the dining room.

We had previously been shown which was to be our room for the next two weeks and I opened the door to the suite and picked Sherry up in the ritual of carry the wife across the threshold before kicking the door shut behind me before putting her down and taking her into my arms.

'Are you happy Mrs. Cromwell?' I asked with a smile, looking at her radiant face.

'Very much so Mr. Cromwell, and I would like to kiss the man that has given me that name,' she said, her eyes shining with what I can only say, love. The kiss we had was very passionate and I knew she could feel that I had an erection with our bodies being closed up tight to each other. 'Will Mr. Cromwell now take Mrs. Cromwell to bed to consummate the marriage.'

'Most certainly,' I replied, easing the wedding dress off of shoulders to let it slip down her body. She hadn't worn a bra and these were the first part of her body to be revealed to this married man. I bent my head down and kissed them both as well as giving each nipple a suck and a little nibble, raising them up to hard little knobs. With a shake of her body, the rest of her dress slipped off her waist to reveal that she hadn't been wearing panties either and so I fell to my knees and buried my face into the trimmed pubic hairs to take in her smell before licking at her sex for a moment before she moved back.

'I don't want to come with you on your knees,' she said. 'I want you inside me when I do and also feel you coming inside me at the same time.' She went and got onto the bed as I quickly took my clothes off for her to see that I had a massive erection sticking out in front of me that swayed from side to side as I approached the bed and climbed on and into her open arms. Her legs were open too and it was in between these that I went too, having my throbbing cock unerring knowing where to go and we both gave out a sigh as it moved up into the heat of the interior of her vagina until she had as much of it inside as I could get.

'What a man,' she breathed as it twitched at feeling her muscles flex themselves all round the head and shaft.

'What a woman,' said before I kissed her before starting to move my hips and so began to fuck my wife.

The hotel guests didn't see us for dinner as we didn't leave the room, spending the whole afternoon, evening and night in bed, fucking each other senseless. After our first coupling which gave her two orgasms to my one coming, she went down on me to suck out any sperm left inside my cock as well as licking off her juices before giving the head a kiss and coming up to then kiss my lips. I think I actually got a taste of my own semen in this and didn't mind it at all.

She kept fondling my prick and balls as I played with her breasts until she roused me up again, though she helped by nibbling all up the underside of my cock as well as sucking on my balls. This time, she pushed me onto my back and got astride my thighs and held my now rigid cock upright and slowly sank down on it, guiding it into the right place before letting go and sinking down even further till she was sitting on my thighs with my cock throbbing and pulsating inside her. Juices had already started to come out of her and I could feel it slowly moving down over my balls and inner thighs. 

As she began to lift herself up and down in the fucking of herself on my cock, her breasts too moved in an up and down motion that just begged to be held and stopped in their movements. This I did with my hands, holding those firm orbs to massage with my fingers as she moved on me. She had a constant smile on her face as she did so, giving me the pleasure of seeing that smile at the same time of having her work herself on my erection.

'I'm nearly there,' I grunted, giving her tits an extra squeeze.

'Hold on if you can for I'm not far off,' she panted, beginning to move faster on me, her hands coming up to cover mine, squeezing them even harder into her breasts as well as making them move from side to side. 'I'm coming....I'm coming,' she gasped, her eyes closing and her facial expression changing as she then ground her body down onto mine, moving her hips in a crosswise movement as she began to shudder and gave out a muted scream as she had her orgasm. I came then, pumping my hips up with a little difficulty as I gave up the contents of my balls into her insides.

With her outpourings sliding down between my legs, she slumped forward onto my chest and I held her there, feeling the sweat from her breasts mixing with mine. My cock was still hard up inside her and stayed there for quite some time before it deflated to the extent that it slipped out of its own accord. She gave a big heaving sigh as it left her body and she gave me another kiss before rolling off me to go down and suck on it.

After cleaning it up, she moved back up the bed and I then went down to see to her in a similar fashion and I knew that I certainly did get a taste of my own sperm as I sucked at her juices along with mine till she was as clean down there as I was.

As I've already said, we didn't go down for dinner and fucked her another three times before we exhausted ourselves and finally falling asleep in each other's arms.

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On waking up next morning I expected us to have sex but she was out of the bed and having a shower leaving me to wonder what had she meant in saying that she would tell me at breakfast what she had planned. So I had my shower while she dressed and soon was the same and we went down for breakfast. We were both embarrassed by having the fifteen odd people there begin clapping at our entrance as we made our way to our table. We got a some bawdy comments from a few males that made Sherry blush and so hid her face behind the menu she had been handed.

We were having a last cup of coffee after eating and asked her what she had planned for us, so she leaned closer to me to whisper.

'Well with what those other men said will add a little more piquancy to it for I want us to make love on our beach. Not just on the beach, but right out in the middle to let them see just what kind of man I married. A man who was a giant. Strong. Virile. A man above men. Who would wish that they had when they see what you have and ready to take me and their women being jealous of what I will be having and what their men lack.'

'Sherry!' I cried, a bit louder than I intended. 'We can't,' bringing my voice down. 'It...it's not the done thing!' I stuttered.

'Done or not done, it's what I would like us to do Jerry. Just this once, please,' she said, her hand coming onto mine. 'We've seen others doing it and they no doubt have seen us too.'

'Maybe, but not out in the middle,' I said.

'Please Jerry, just this once. Please!'

She was begging and had such a pleading expression on her face that melted my heart and turned my hand to hold hers.

'Once. Just this once,' said and saw her eyes light up and rose up and gave me a kiss. 'Come then, let's get our towels and a food hamper.' So I got up as Sherry spoke to a waiter about a small hamper of food and soft drinks which we collected after being up in our room to collect two towels.

Sherry carried these while I carried the hamper down to the beach where she immediately went out into the middle and spread out our towels. She had brought an extra two, small ones for drying ourselves.

'Let's have a swim first, there's only one couple here so far,' she said as she was taking her clothes off. I had no option but to take mine off while she watched and when I was naked the same way as she was, she took my hand and we walked down to the sea, wading in before actually swimming. We always swam close to the beach for it was warmer water than if you went out too far for it was really cold then. We played around for awhile moving into wrestling where I managed to throw her off me into the water but she caught me out once right near the edge of the beach. I fell down onto my back with her on top of me.

Both of us were breathing heavily, panting away, her breasts being squashed against my chest and I had the surf washing up my back and then receding before doing the same again. I didn't know erotic it could be to feel the water running back down past my back and between my thighs. What with having Sherry on top of me and me getting this thrill of feeling the sand shift from under my back, bum and thighs, that I got a hard on.

'Now is the time and you're ready for it,' she panted, heaving herself up off of me and helping me up and began to walk with her up the sandy beach. I then noticed that there were now six couples on the beach and there was me, walking up towards our laid out towels and me with a full erection sticking out in front of me. I think that the suntan on my face covered up the fact that my face must have been a flaming red otherwise.

If the eyes of all those looking at me had been laser beams, my cock would have disappeared in a flash, for all heads had been turned to see the newlyweds moving up to their towels. Sherry never bothered with drying herself but threw herself down onto the towels on her back with her legs wide open.

'Now lover. Fuck me with that lovely tool so that all the women will be envious of me and the men be ashamed by not being so big.' She had spoken this in a soft voice that didn't carry and had that smile that I loved so much now that I gave up any chance of not doing as she asked.

In for a penny, in for a pound, I said to myself, using an English expression something like as you're in it, make the best of it! So I dropped to my knees between her open legs, my cock bouncing up and down at this sudden movement and I paused in this pose for a few seconds before lowering myself down and pushing my throbbing cock up into my wife. She gave out a cry as I entered her, a bit roughly I might add, as her legs came well up into the air and so all those on the beach saw my ass moving up and down as my cock went in and out.

'This... will... make... them... all... randy,' she gasped in between the thrusting of myself inside her as we fucked, and I looked up and saw that four of the six couples there had started doing what we were doing and by the time I had come, the other two were at it, probably saying that if they can do, why not us?

Sherry gave out a loud cry at having her orgasm and I wasn't anywhere near ready but kept on plunging myself into her and gave her another one as I then came myself, now being up with my arms rigid as my hips pounded away at her thighs as she was given my semen in spurting bursts.

I must relate here in jumping ahead slightly, that in the bar later, one of the men that had been on the beach at this time came over to me and said that was a fine thing I did out there for it turned his wife on so much that it was the best sex he'd ever had with her and thanked me for it. This then made that exhibition that we had put on had been worthwhile, for him anyway.

But back to us giving out this display, it came to an end and I fell down on top of Sherry, gasping for breath wondering why did such a thing as having a fuck take so much energy out of a man. With our breathing and pulse rate returning to normal, I rolled off onto my back, her giving out another cry as she felt my cock leaving her. My face got smothered in kisses for giving out this blatant display of not only myself with an erection for all to see but to actually be seen copulating. I also got many a admiring look from some of the women in the bar too that evening. But it was the only time that we made love (fuck) out in the middle, but stayed up near the tree line for the rest of the times we were down there.




A Cocktale for Sherry



We made love once more before lunch, this being food from the hamper which we devoured every scrap and drank all the soft drinks included except for one bottle, which we kept to take sips from during the rest of the afternoon. We again made love after a time to let our stomachs settle down which was enough for the day and just dozed the rest of the afternoon away, getting an even better sun tan.

Needless to say, we were the main topic in the bar later after we'd had a shower and got dressed for dinner. Some of which I've already talked of but thankfully it didn't last as one of the female guests gave us a few songs after our meal which took us up to bedtime.

I'm not going to bore you with constant repetition for every other day of our "honeymoon" was the same. Sun, sea, sand and sex, apart from bed and the wonderful meals we had.

It was on our last but one day, after a lovely session of our love making out on the beach that we drowsily began to talk of where we should live on leaving this lovely Lyon island, a paradise that we both agreed that we would be reluctant to leave.

Sherry's home was in England, a house in its own grounds just outside of a small village, but she was reluctant to us moving in there because of the memories of those last years of her husband where she nursed him till he died. So she would rather sell it and the proceeds put in to buying another place that would suit us best. I had already lost my house in the argument over our divorce that my ex-wife got the house but no money. That had been in Baltimore and under no circumstances would I go and live anywhere near that city. Many places were discussed along with other things, such as would I continue with me being a roving journalist? 

This was my watershed. I'd lost one wife because of my profession and I did not want to go down that path again. I was getting on in years and if the truth be known, wouldn't mind settling down and not spend the rest of my life living in hotels all over the world. But what would I do with myself was the question?

'Write about your experiences of your trips to the many countries that you travelled to and the reasons for them,' was what Sherry came up with, and after giving what she had said some thought, didn't think that it was such a bad idea. With her having planted the seed, said no more and let me lie in the sun to muse over this for the rest of the afternoon.

On our last day there I agreed to her suggestion and we talked, between sex, of exactly what should I write but more to the point as to where would we live for me to do this writing. We still hadn't made up our minds when it came to leaving this wonderful island. We said our goodbyes to all the staff, thanking them for all that they had done to make it the most delightful holiday, honeymoon and experience that would never be surpassed. We took the seaplane to deliver us to Nassau's airport where we sat down where we could see the board that showed all the destinations that the departing aircraft would be heading to.

Now this is as far as I can take you with my story for we are right up to date and am writing this in the airport lounge with us still trying to make up our minds as to where we should go. She said that I should stop my writing for the time being as she was thirsty and wanted a drink. With her saying this, agreed for I needed a drink to, and so I'm closing down now for us to go to a bar where I will have a bourbon and soda and get a cocktail for Sherry.

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