1 comments/ 14547 views/ 0 favorites Beach of Black Sand By: NassauHall [Note: this story involves the same characters as the series "Coyoacan Mi Amor." I wanted to make it part of that cycle but it can be read on its own. Enjoy!] ------ "You're in for a real treat," said Bernardo as he steered the Jeep Cherokee over the rutted road. Scrub brush lined the lanes; every few miles they stopped as a cow ambled across. "My kidneys are bruised from all the bumping. It'd better be great whenever we get where you're taking us, Bernardo," said Dan Lissner, senior writer for a major professional services firm in New York. "It feels like we've been driving all day." "Only two hours," said Dafna Greenbaum, grabbing Dan's wrist to check his watch. They sat scrunched together in the back seat of the SUV. Dafna felt Dan's hairy thigh rubbing against the smoothness of her leg, which he helped her shave – so slowly, with so many kisses -- the night before. Dafna and Dan had come a long way since they met online, then became digital and then real lovers. "Two more miles and we're there," said Bernardo. "You've never seen anything like it." "I'm sold," chuckled Dan. "You guys haven't steered me wrong yet." While they had been driving only two hours, the group had been on the move since dawn that Friday in Mexico City. Bernardo Michelson and his wife Leah, Dafna's younger sister, Velma Martinez (Dafna's friend and fellow school teacher), and finally Dafna and Dan drove to the far corner of Benito Juarez International Airport. Roaring up to a private hangar, they parked the two SUVs and piled their luggage into a spacious prop plane. "All aboard," called the pilot, Nahum Rosenfeld, Velma's boyfriend and the director of security for Dafna's apartment building in Mexico City. They climbed into the plane, giggling like kids on a field trip. Within minutes they were airborne, soaring over Mexico City's dirty air for points south. After about 90 minutes, the plane smoothly descended into Ilopongo Airport in San Salvador, the military airport known as headquarters for American advisors during the Salvadoran civil war. "No hassles with the commercial airport for mis amigos buenos," the boyfriend said as they grabbed bags and filed out. Two other vehicles waited for them. Dan, Bernardo and Nahum piled into one, while Dafna, Velma, and Leah piled into the other for serious girl talk. During a bathroom and pupusa break (pupusas being a Salvadoran dish, dough full of meat or cheese) at a country crossroad an hour outside of San Salvador, they rotated so Leah, Bernardo, Dafna, and Dan rode in one vehicle, while Velma and Nahum bumped along in the other. Bernardo pointed the SUV down a sandy road, a trail, really, flanked by spindly palm trees and thatched-roof wooden homes. Finally he turned through an open gate and stopped. "Here's the treat, Danno," he said with a theatrical flourish. "Playa La Libertad!" "Let's take a look," said Dan, giving Dafna's warm hand a squeeze. Her fingers tightened around his. With the red-tipped nail of her middle finger she scratched his palm, up and down, and then again. Dan felt the jolt of her light touch straight up and his spine and down his crotch. Out of the car, far from Mexico City, away from Ilopongo, Dan stepped into another world. In front of him were small cabins flanking an open pavilion with a sunken floor, a bar and refrigerator, couches and chairs. Beyond that, a large white rack held kayaks and a motorboat bobbed in a freshwater inlet. And in the distance, he saw a wavering line that stretched far to the right, a beach that vanished into the horizon at a point of blue sea, green brush, and black sand. "Wow. Long Island Sound it's not," whistled Dan. The dark ribbon ran 100 yards down to the roiling surf of Pacific waves. "I'm impressed. So this is the black-sand beach Dafna's told me about." "The most beautiful beach in Central America," said Bernardo. He slipped his arm around Leah and pulled her to him. "And the most beautiful women." "My Bernardo, he's such a charmer. I could never resist him," said Leah, resting her head on his shoulder with a sigh. Friends of Bernardo's in San Salvador loaned them the beach house for the weekend. The caretakers cleaned the place beforehand, so the couples simply brought food, bathing suits, and other necessities. Awaiting them were simple cabins (one for each couple), a sometimes sporadic supply of electricity, plenty of board games, Shabbat candles, and a motorboat to ferry them to a thickly wooded island a half-mile out in the inlet, where a small river flowed into the Pacific. After a quick nosh the couples changed into swimsuits and headed to the surf with body boards. Dan, a novice, quickly figured out how to choose and ride the three-foot high waves far up the beach. Dafna, in her turquoise one-piece Gottex swimsuit, ripped along with him. Sometimes, when the waves finally deposited them on the shore side by side, they'd turn to each other. On the warm sand they lay, the Salvadoran jungle sun a caress through the grit and suntan lotion. "Mi amor," said Dan. "This is a wonderful place. I like it already." "Good for the soul to get away from the city, no?" asked Dafna. "And the body. Must not forget the body. Or, bodies," said Dan in a teasing tone. "Jamas!" she cried in mock seriousness. "Never!" They returned to the compound. Bernardo was on his cell phone, trying to untangle a production snarl at one of the malquiladoras, or manufacturing plants, he managed in Reynosa, Mexico, on the Texas border. He drummed his fingers on a table in exasperation. His wet black hair hung over his forehead. Leah walked over, a glass of ice water in her hand. "You two look rung out. Time for a nap?" she asked. "Maybe, Dan, you would like to see the island? It is very pretty and quiet. We could take the boat," said Dafna. A Salvadoran beach towel, decorated with drawings of exotic birds and pueblos, hugged her hips. "Take a little picnic with us, too?" said Dan. The swimming made him hungry, while the setting – sand, surf, privacy, Dafna coyly draped – created another urge. The island sounded like a very good idea. First they took quick showers to wash off the sand, then packed a hamper with sandwiches, cold sodas, vigorously rinsed fruit, more towels, and a big green picnic blanket. Rummaging in the room for a T-shirt, Dan thought, "Why not?" and threw in the new bottle of baby oil. "Your papers, pleeeaze," Leah joked in a mock-German accent as they stepped onto the boat for the ride to the island, a half mile from the beach house. "You two kids have so much energy. This is a wonderful time for a siesta. I'm going to come back and climb right into the hammock," Leah chattered. "Time away from the kids, that's what parents like to do, right?" said Dan. "Catch up on our sleep." "You know what they say," said Leah. "Little kids don't let you rest, big kids don't let you sleep. Or is it the other way around? No matter. It's very pretty on the island. The children like to go exploring there. It has a real Treasure Island feel." "Maybe we find a chest of gold doubloons there someday, never have to work again," added Dafna. Dan leaned over to her. "I know where to look for a chest of gold right now," he whispered to her. His forearm brushed against the front of her swimsuit, firmly enough so he could feel her cleavage shift. Dafna shivered. "OK, you two, last stop," called Leah as she pulled the boat to another dock. "Just enjoy. No rush for anything. Dafna, you've got the cell phone?" "Yes, I packed it." "Bueno. Just call when you've had enough and one of us will come pick you up. We're not going anywhere, believe me. I am going to crack Bernardo on his keppie if he doesn't stop calling his office. He may have a bandage on if he comes to get you! We'll light Shabbat candles around 7, then dinner." "Very good," said Dan. "Thanks for the ride." He took the basket and the blanket, then helped Dafna out of the boat. After the shower she had a scrubbed look, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, sand washed off everywhere. In the sunshine he noticed some freckles on her nose. Sneaking a look as they walked inland, he saw her lips looked different from earlier in the day. Had she applied a quick coat of lipstick? A little eyeliner? She loved those womanly arts. The pulsing in his baggy orange-and-black swim trunks quickened. His throat felt dry; I need a drink, he thought. While Dan struggled with the basket on the sandy path, Dafna glanced at him. He looked good, even if a little silly under the green Israel Defense Forces thimble-hat that kept the sun off his head. Muscles on his hairy forearms flexed under the weight of the basket. His fingers on the basket handle looked so clean, as if he had scraped every bit of sand from beneath the nails. Who knew where those fingers would soon be lingering? Dafna smiled; she knew. "Is not too far the walk," said Dafna. They threaded through a path leading from the dock through bushes and trees. In a minute the beach house had vanished from sight. The path rose slightly, then opened onto a clearing about 10 yards round. "Estamos aqui," said Dafna. "We're here." Dan picked a flat spot with mottled shade and sun on one side of the clearing. The grass wasn't too long. They spread the thick green picnic blanket, then they opened the basket. "I am hungry. All that swimming took a lot of energy," Dan said as Dafna handed him a tuna sandwich. "Yes, vacations can take a lot of energy," agreed Dafna as she opened a soda. "All the packing and moving and setting up. The place is just so great, though. It's one of the most relaxing places in the world." "The office can't reach me. We've got a rule: no calls during vacations," he added between bites. "Good!" Dafna said. She had made great progress taming Dan's gotta-check-voicemail work habits. Only his ex, Rebecca, could call in case an emergency involving their daughter Shayna. They chatted about the trip so far, Dan's impression of the ride through the rolling Salvadoran countryside. "People everywhere. It's amazing. You think you're in the country, then you see a bunch of people walking from God knows where," he said. "Crowded country, lots of children, not much land," said Dafna. The crowding was worse even than Mexico, the resources sparser. "Lots of children means lots of sex," said Dan. "That doesn't mean it's good sex, of course." "For the women here, often, no. Just a chore. Very sad. They miss a lot of pleasure." "Leah sure seemed chipper, like she didn't want things to be too quiet," mused Dan. "Leah likes you a lot. She wants you to be happy here," said Dafna. "She hopes we are having fun. Leah just feels a little anxiety with visitors, until she knows they are OK. We get that way of thinking from our mother." "God bless Jewish mothers. Where would we be without them?" Dan asked. They ate in silence. The food and the lulling wind, mixed with the early afternoon sun, made them both drowsy. Animal urges of frolic and siesta collided and, almost against their will, Dan and Dafna agreed to a nap. "Just a little snooze, then we get up and look for buried treasure, right?" said Dan, putting his head on a rolled-up towel. "Riiiiight. Next time we bring shovels and dig like pirates," said Dafna, settling herself beside him. Dafna drifted off with the surf murmuring on the shore, waves tumbling over the black sands as they had for eons. The sound washed over her. Waves of sleepiness rolled over her body. Her body was like the warm beach and the sleep like a tide that covered and reshaped her, pressing her down against the earth so the exhaustion could drain away. In minutes they were both totally out. From the blankness of sleep a tiny light flickered in Dan's brain. The heavy tropical air pushed him down. He yawned. It felt so good to lie in the warmth, his head on the towel, a breeze stirring the trees. Ever so slowly, the light spread. His eyes stayed closed. He remembered where he was. Salvador. Vacation. Dafna. Island. Alone. His t-shirt felt sticky from the heat. Without getting up he pulled it over his head and threw it aside. There, he thought. That's better. Dan was lying on his left side, curled slightly, his right arm flopped over his chest. Opening an eye with effort, he saw Dafna just inches away on her side, on the verge of flopping on to her stomach. He scooted closer, moving his pillow along the way. Their bodies lightly touched. He put his right arm on her shoulder, which felt warm and moist. A few more scoots and adjustments and they were spooning, her body cradled against his, his arm slipping down across her stomach to pull her lightly to him. Dan closed his eyes and gave her shoulder blade a kiss, followed by the most gentle of squeezes with his arm. "Mmmm," Dafna murmured, still asleep but now lifting the same little window of consciousness. "Mmmmmmmm." Dan drifted back asleep. The island air was a weight pinning him to the blanket, locking his eyelids a bit longer. The pillow felt so good, Dafna's naked back against his chest was curving, warm, feminine, fragrant, irresistible. The light in his mind grew dimmer, fainter, just a firefly in the night, blinking and then flying elsewhere. So content . . . Slowly the light flickered again, two fireflies' worth this time. He followed their looping path, together and then apart, close then in the distance, and finally swooping high and low in the darkness in tandem, as if connected and knowing perfectly what each other desired. Dan sensed the flexing before he truly felt it. Something was moving, ruffling the waves of sleep like wind against the ocean current. Groggy, he couldn't place what he felt. Then the fog burned off just enough so he could assemble the sensations. Dafna was pushing her rump against him. With a little wiggle she moved backward so his swim trunks brushed against the tight fabric of her Gottex suit. He pulled her closer. "Nice," he said softly. Eyes still closed, Dan kissed the shoulder in front of him. It tasted clean and womanly and a bit salty from the sea air. Dafna pushed her ass against him, a little firmer. He felt a tingle in his crotch. He opened his eyes and focused on Dafna's back and ponytail. Worth another kiss, he thought, so he planted his lips on the skin near the swimsuit strap. At the same time he tapped his fingers on Dafna's stomach. "Mmmm, feels goooood," Dafna whispered. She put her hand on his. Their fingers intertwined on her stomach. Dan moved his left arm and rested his hand on her left shoulder, the one against the picnic blanket. He ran his fingers from her neck all the way down her forearm, and at the same time licked her back, along her spine. "Mi amor, don't stop," she said drowsily. "I will never stop," said Dan between kisses and licks on her back. Yes, he was waking up. He could feel his cock surging against his swim trunks. He pushed back against Dafna's ass. "I think you like, yes?" she said. "How can you tell?" he said. "A woman knows these things. Secret knowledge." "Let's share our secrets." "I want you Dan. But that is no secret. I need you." "I like the sound of that. Tomorrow? Next week? What's the time frame?" "Silly. Right now. Feels so nice to have you kiss me. Your hands and kisses make me melt." "The way your ass is pushing against me, I'm doing the opposite. Not melting. Getting hard." He slipped a finger beneath her shoulder strap and ran his finger up and down, pulling the strap from her skin. She shuddered. "Hard like a rock, or hard like a math problem?" she said dreamily. "You're the teacher. You tell me." Dafna rolled over slightly and placed her slim hand on Dan's crotch. The pressure of his cock against the swim trunks was getting downright uncomfortable. "Hard like a rock, yes. A woman can tell those things about her lover." "Is that what we are Dafna? Somos novios?" "Si, si. Amigos y novios. Friends and lovers." "I like the way that sounds. Say, what's under this strap?" Propped on his elbow, Dan slid the strap off Dafna's shoulder so it hung loosely. "What a lovely shoulder. I need to give it muchos smoochos." And he did, planting one kiss after another on Dafna's shoulder, her collarbone, her neck, her ear, sucking her earlobe, cupping her shoulder with his hand to hold it steady while his lips brushed the rosy flesh. "Aye, amor, I need more of you," said Dafna. She was awake now. She rolled over and wrapped her arms around Dan, pulled him close to her on the blanket. "Kiss me kiss me kiss me," she said. Her passion burst upon Dan. She held his head with her hands and they kissed urgently. Her lips and his lips touched and they bonded, souls in flight together, two fireflies soaring. Dan threw his leg over Dafna and pulled her closer, so her suit slipped along his bare chest and stomach. His hips flexed, pushing his hardened cock against her cunt through his trunks, two layers away from real contact. "I'll kiss you over and over again. I want you so much, right now," said Dan. His heart pounded as they embraced and rolled on the blanket. He had a distinct image of them making love like the last two people, two bodies where the sky met the earth and sea, the most elemental point of contact for man, woman, and world. Their kisses sparked a swirl of groping. Their hands roamed freely as kisses long and short covered their faces. Dafna loved Dan's ferociously hairy chest and shoulders, so bearishly masculine, no smooth boy he. On an impulse she kissed the golden chai around his neck, the Jewish symbol of life. "L'chaim," she breathed. "To life." "Let's live long and prosper," said Dan. "Very good, Mr. Spock." Dafna rolled on her back, eyes closed against the glare. Curled at her side, Dan found her simply breathtaking. The ponytail, the light lipstick, the ragged breathing of arousal, and her warm good heart made him feel unbearably tender toward her. Everything just felt right. "I love you, my dear," he said. "Oh my Dan, I love you so much. My heart is full." "We fill other things, too." "Mmmm. I need you to fuck me pretty soon." "I hear you. But first . . ." Dan sat up and untied a string on the front of Dafna's swimsuit. The fabric loosened and he slowly lowered the right strap down, pulling the suit off her right breast and moving her arm through the shoulder strap. She smiled broadly as the sun touched her exposed flesh. "Ahhhhh, you are making me warm," she said. "Just getting started, mi amor." She felt his fingers tremble as they touched her full, freckly breast. Tentatively he put his fingertips on her, and she felt a shock arc between them at the contact. "So pretty," he said. He moved closer to her, his eyes intent on her breast. His fingers stroked over her pink nipple, so sensitive that Dan's touch — nothing firm, like a butterfly wing on her – made the nipple harden. She moaned at the mind-melting sensation. "You like, I see. Good. I need to give your boobs lots of attention, the way you like it," Dan said. Dafna felt his warm, clean hand circle her breast. She felt so naked and exposed, open to the sun on the island of the black beach. Opening an eye, Dafna saw Dan staring intently at her breast. He looked so solemn she worried that something bothered him. "Dan, you look like you never saw bubeletas before. Is something wrong? Do I not please you?" Dan smiled. A boyish grin eased her anxiety. "No, no, nothing like that. It's just, I like looking at you. Outside like this, it's like we're making love for the first time. Everything is new. And you know, I did see some very nice bubeletas just last night. These do look familiar." Beach of Black Sand "Are you sure?" "They look like the ones from yesterday. I'd better do some more checking." He surrounded her breast with both hands, almost covering her. He pushed up from the bottom so the breast floated high and free on her chest. "It feels like the one from last night." He put his face just an inch away from the nipple and inhaled. "It smells like the one from last night. Hmmmm. I need a little more proof." Dafna knew what was coming next. Dan's tongue shot out and he gave a long, wet, probing lick around the nipple, then his lips formed a complete seal around it and he planted an agonizingly sweet kiss. As he pulled the hardening nipple outward with his suction-cup lips and released, he made a delighted smacking noise. Dafna shuddered. "No doubt about it; this is just like the one I ran into last night. Of course, I don't know about the other one. I'd better check there, too." A devilish gleam came into his eyes. He was enjoying himself now. Dafna stretched in the sun and shade, feeling like a ripe nature goddess. Her crotch was getting damper by the minute as Dan's hands and tongue drew her sensuality farther and farther out. Dan leaned over to slip the other shoulder strap down. Dafna slipped her arm through it. "Arriba, por favor," Dan said. "Up a little." She sat up so he could peel the suit down until it was bunched just below her belly button. Dan stepped over to her other side and sat down. "Yes, this looks quite familiar. Definitely a familiar face." "But it needs more investigation, riiiight?" asked Dafna. Her hand reached out to stroke Dan through his swim trunks. She desperately wanted to wrap her fingers her lips around him. "Have to make sure, no?" Dan lowered himself and licked the bottom of the breast. One hand cupped that breast, while he pleasured the other nipple with a milking squeeze-and-release motion with his fingers. Again the tongue reached out and nipped Dafna with a teasing upstroke. His head moved so he could paint her nipple with licks from every angle. Dafna liked the image. Her body was the canvas he painted with his affection and caresses. And she was an artist, too, giving as much as she got. Dan stopped talking and sucked the nipple into his mouth. His tongue danced over the tender skin, inflaming nerves that shot up and down Dafna's spine. Her fingers wrapped around his so they both held her breast. Dan took her finger into his mouth, too, moistening it and even sucking on it alone, before putting it back on the nipple. Then he sat up and just gazed at her as his hands massaged her breasts, alternately squeezing the nipples and sweeping his fingers in great circles around all the flesh. "Delicious. Just simply, totally delicious," he said. "I could eat you up." "OK, but I eat you first." "That can be arranged. Oh, I forgot." "What?" "You'll see. Patience, mi amor. Close your eyes." He pulled the baby oil from the picnic hamper. He squirted a puddle on his hands, then cupped one breast, then the other. "Keep your eyes closed now," he said. With effort Dafna obeyed. She felt the warm liquid flowing over her skin as Dan's hands kneaded her breasts, steadily moving in circles and strokes over every inch until she thought she would scream from the unseen sensation. And then as he sucked she felt a hand leave her breast. With her eyes closed, it just vanished. Vanished, that is, until the unrelenting touch settled outside her swimsuit, between her legs. "Aye, I am going crazy," she murmured. "I cannot stand it." "Good. I want you crazy, crazy with passion. I want you wanting to be fucked like you've never been fucked before. Really. I want you to scream so they hear you at the beach house." "We scream together." "Lovely idea." Dafna shivered in pure sensation. The suckling on her nipple combined with the new stroking of her cunt to make her delirious. He wouldn't stop, he just kept teasing and playing with her body. With eyes still closed she envisioned his fingers on the swimsuit. They were cupping her cunt, pushing on her pubic bone a little, then slipping into the cleft of her pussy lips. The lips were spreading, opening under his touch, the blood pumping hot through her, swelling her cunt until she was ready to burst through the fabric. She bolted upright, almost panicked. "Mi amor, basta! Enough of this. Let's get naked." "I like that idea." Dan eased the swimsuit off her hips. She was nude in the sun, panting. Her primal female aroma, that scent that reminded Dan of cinnamon, filled the clearing. Now Dan felt he would swoon. "Is my turn," she said. "Stand up." Dan stood up. On her knees, Dafna pulled his trunks down, careful to keep his cock angled to avoid any painful bending. Free of that, she yanked them down and off and now Dan stood naked in the glade. "Ah, this is what I want. I want so much," said Dafna. With no delay she wrapped her arms around Dan's hips. Her cheek, right at crotch level, brushed against the quivering cock, standing straight out from Dan's body. He always joked the mohel (a Jew who performs circumcisions) did a good job at his bris. Dan was right. His cock was a wonder to her, soft and hard, compact but big enough, fresh, masculine, alive to her touch however she touched him. She rubbed her face against its length, like a jungle cat marking her territory. Well, she thought, it is my territory! Now Dafna's tongue reached out. As she held Dan's hips firmly with her hands, she gave a long lick from his balls to the tip. Then she planted a smacking kiss with those reddened lips around the head. Dan stroked her head. She looked up, her pale hazel eyes locking with his. They said nothing, just held the gaze in the jungle silence. Her lips slipped back and forth on the tip. She saw an urgent glazed look in Dan's eyes. She had him in her hands, in her mouth. Yes, she had him. His hands stroked the brown blond hair, her cheek, her neck. For long seconds she kissed and sucked. Dafna pulled her head back and licked her lips. The cock was glowing wet. Good, she thought, just right. She formed a circle with her fingers and wrapped them around the cock. Slowly she moved her hand back and forth on the throbbing flesh. Now Dafna was the one to look closely. She never tired of the sight, the Jewish male in full sail. Dan was biting his lip. This was excruciating. His hips pushed forward against Dafna's hand. "Dafna, my dear, I'm very close. You want it like this or . . .?" Dafna could tell from the pulsing that Dan would come in seconds if she didn't stop. She released her hand. "I want you in me. We do other things later, yes?" she purred. "In you – that's the place to be," said Dan. "Sit down. Get comfortable." Dafna arranged a towel for a pillow, then lay down with her head against it. Dan watched, transfixed, as she drew a deep breath and raised her arms over her head in a yoga-like stretch. She closed her eyes, something he'd seen her do before they made love, a way to cleanse herself and focus on what was to come. She opened her eyes and smiled. Dan knelt in front of her then, his hands on her dimpled knees. He gently spread her smooth, athletic legs. The smile grew as her legs parted. She reached her arms for him. "Mi amor, come to me. No more waiting. Fill me up and I will fill you." Dan, so visual, hesitated. He had never made love in such a pastoral setting. Against the dark green blanket, Dafna's body stood out like molded cream, round and ripe. Little details flashed in his sight, the light freckles on her nose, the breasts shiny in oil and light, the lovely pink cleft of her cunt framed by blondish curls, the pink puffy lips beckoning him to come to her. The arms, reaching out to him. And Dafna, Dafna, the woman who wanted him. And yes, he thought, I want her. He lowered himself on to her. Dafna's hands reached for his face and hovered as he slipped his cock into the warm anteroom of her pussy. He had to hold back to savor the sheer delight of their love making. He sighed. "It's good for you, Dafna?" he asked as he slid in, inch by solid inch. "So good, so good to be fucking," she gasped. Dan held himself above her with his arms for the first long, slow stroke. Nestled inside, he lowered himself. Those arms with the light blonde fuzz on them embraced him. Those lips so red opened to swallow him, as he swallowed her. Dafna felt herself in the shade of his body, covered and safe in the wide open. On her back, legs wide, oiled breasts pressed against Dan's hard chest, her mind just went blank. She flew on pure sensation. There was no thought of what to do or not do, say or not say. One word and touch flowed into another. Embrace and kiss, longing and fulfillment were theirs. His hands were in motion. One hand propped him while the other cupped an ass cheek, titling her pelvis upward so he could touch her deeply inside; her hands pressed his back to pull him in. "Oh mi amor, I am getting close," she said. "And you?" "Stretching it out to give you the most pleasure." "I want you to come. You have more than one time in you, yes?" "Many times. I just like to wait." "I have an idea," she whispered, licking his ear as if it were a lollipop. "Fuck me another way. Look." "I'm game." "Lie on your back." Dan stretched on the blanket. The fluffy ocean clouds skittered above him, throwing waves of shadows and light across the clearing. Sensation that would remain forever washed over him – a bird's call, the breeze stirring the trees, the endless rumble of waves, his matted public hair drenched in sweat and Dafna's juices. His cock cast a shadow like a lover's sundial, to count the hours of lovers' summer leisure. Dafna, squatting beside him, ran a finger from his knee all the way to his cock, which she held like a cigar between her index and middle fingers. She squeezed. Dan jumped. A drop of pre-come popped out." "Do that one more time and I'll splat on your pretty face." "I like that idea, for later." She said. "Now, you fuck my chocho." Dafna gracefully swung over him. Now she took the teasing lead. "I go down fast or slow? Hmmm. So many ways to fuck you." Her hazel eyes locked on to Dan's, holding his gaze, daring him to look away, drilling him with her sensuality. "I think I go slow. I use my strong knees to fuck you slowly, make you wait." She watched Dan bit his lip as her crotch descended an inch at a time. The hours at the gym really did give her strong knees and great flexibility. His hips flexed to push his cock toward her open cunt. "It's like 'Close Encounters of the Third Kind,' you think? The alien spaceship is landing," Dafna said as the first inch of cock slipped between the wet, spreading pinkness. She wiggled to get a smooth entry. "'Close Encounters of the Orgasmic Kind,'" Dan said. With considerable self-control he whistled the five-note theme from the movie. "We show aliens how we power the sun, through the energy of fucking," she said. "Splitting your cunt open releases the energy of the universe," said Dan. Her weight settled around him. Her feet flanked him and from the angle her torso and face blotted out the sun, its glare casting a corona that shimmered through her brown-blonde hair. Dafna was free. She could laugh, spin on his cock, order him to not touch her, do anything she desired. And she desired much. She tightened her muscles around his cock, now buried deeply in her. His face twitched at the unexpected invisible squeeze. "God you are strong down there," he gasped. "Kegel exercises, all the time," she laughed. "Kugel exercises?" he said, referring to kugel, a Jewish noodle dish. They both laughed. She held his gaze like a snake charmer. The ponytail hanging over her shoulder even resembled a braided snake, circling down toward the swell of her breast. "Put your hands on my hips and you hold me while I fuck you, OK?" she said, a teasing edge command in her voice. His cock jerked inside her. "I fuck you until they hear you at the beach house." "Oh, yeah? Well they'll hear you all the way back in San Salvador." "Only one way to find out." Her hands behind her head, Dafna arched her back like a bow, face and nipples to the clouds, skin stretched tight on top, wide between her legs. Looking downward, she saw the salt and pepper line of Dan's hair merge into the light brown buzz of her cunt, marking where his cock vanished between the pink swollen lips. She liked to fuck, and she really liked to look while she fucked. The visual element of sex delighted her. The details were entrancing, like the little outline Dan's lips made after a sucking kiss on the side of her breast – the foam of their mingled cum drenching her thighs, the slow disappearance of a finger or two into her. She felt it all, and watched it all. Dafna rode Dan with a growing intensity. His hands gripped her, surely making red marks on her hips. He seemed in her trance, warm putty in her hands and pussy, so to speak. He smiled at her aggression. He always said he liked a woman who knew and talked about what she liked. That was Dafna. "You, play with my tetas while I fuck you. If feels good the way you fill me up," she said, rocking back and forth on him. "I'm all the way. I feel like a bottle of champagne about to pop its cork." "Aye, my nipples are popping too, you make them so hard." His hands plumped her breasts with firm strokes and squeezes. Now Dafna gasped at Dan's force on her. He was claiming her in his way. His cock filled her even more, and every upthrust stroked her open clit. His hands pulled her nipples up and out, so the heavy flesh of her breasts floated in space, the gravity deliciously fighting against Dan's grip. She felt dizzy. Dafna felt her body expanding. Her body was growing inside and out. The breasts swelled as the cock nestled inside her pushed against her walls. It was pulsing, growing, frantic for release from her relentless wave-like strumming against him. He was nudging her past her limits of known pleasure. The space inside her inflated and she felt her skin move outward into the sand and the sky, the barriers between flesh and elements blurring. Her fingers moved to where their bodies merged at a right angle. Dafna put her finger directly on her clit, then rubbed in a circle. "So good," she said. "I'm so hot." She put two other fingers around the base of Dan's cock, hard and pushing at the entrance to her body. "Is time, yes?" she said. Dafna squeezed his cock in time with his thrusts upward. "You're making it time, mi amor." Dafna's cunt quivered. Restraint was collapsing. Dan's cock in her and his hands on her breasts were pulling a climax out of her. "Dafna, Dafna, oh your hand." Dan gulped as his legs stretched out rigid beneath Dafna. The glazed look in his eyes, the breathless breathing, to her his restraint was gone, too. The great warm space inside her grew larger, warmer, more fluid. Even as his hands milked her breasts, her fingers milked his cock. She goaded him on, feeling like a sheep dog guiding her lamb into a safe place. The Dafna's thighs quivered. She always thought of Dan's orgasm like a volcano. Now, the first buckling waves of lava were pumping into her, and she snapped. Dan bucked hard against her. Through her misty vision Dafna saw Dan's faced scrunch, reshaped as her hand pumped him on and on. He looked as if all the oxygen had been kicked from his chest. He flailed. And then without thinking Dafna began to scream into the island air. A wail, in the space between anguish and delight, ripped from her chest. All the day's tension and teasing, building since that morning in Mexico City, flooded her body and vision. Her animal cries pierced the shimmering heat in waves that raced across the water. A fisherman, one of the locals who sold dinner items to the beach-house residents, looked up when he heard the thin distant sound. What was that, he wondered? Sometimes he heard similar sounds from the island in the inlet. With a shrug he pulled up some flopping fish that would fetch a good price, many dollars, from the Jews at the beach house. And then, done. The sticky mingled jizz flowed out of the snug place. Screams faded into whimpers. The rocking thrashing slowed. Bit by bit Dan's cock shrank and finally slipped out of Dafna's cunt in a drizzle of juices. Dafna fell forward on top of Dan. They kissed lightly, tenderly. "Mi corazon," he said. "You are my vacquera buena, my good cowgirl. You rode me like a pro." "My volcano, see how your hot cum is dripping out of me." Rolling off him, Dafna slipped her fingers between her cunt lips. It emerged sticky and whitish. Dan grabbed the finger. "Yummy, I need dessert." He licked her finger clean. "Protein, good." She laughed and hugged him, her head against his still heaving chest. "You are crazy. You'll do anything, even lick the jizz out of me." "So long as it's my jizz." "Only yours, Dan, only yours." They were quiet. The afternoon sun dried their sweat. The island's sensations welcomed them back – the parakeets flapped their emerald wings, a breeze murmured through palms. Heavy clouds piled on the horizon to the east, blown all the way over from the Atlantic Ocean, perhaps bringing a late-afternoon shower. Lying safe against her lover, Dafna felt the earth wheeling beneath them, carrying them along in the embrace of time. "That was just the best. You know that, right?" asked Dan. "The best since last night," said Dafna as she daubed sunblock on Dan's nose. "I just lost control. I came so hard. Everything was concentrated right . . . there," he said, patting her cunt. "Yep, that's the place." "I bet they heard us at the beach house. Really," said Dafna. "The know we came here to make love." "Is that a problem?" "My sister, maybe she's a little jealous. Leah and Bernardo have such a busy life, not much time for fucking, like us." "So they can come out here tomorrow. We'll take turns. We can make love in the little house." "You make me feel so good, Dan. I never make love outside here before. It is beautiful with you." They watched the clouds sail overhead. Dafna laughed when Dan saw Hebrew letters in the sky, God's messages to His children on the island. Dafna's fingers traced the line of black and grey hair from Dan's throat to his groin. "So hairy, mi oso grande, my big bear," she said. "The stroking began to effect him. "Hmmm, the rest does us good," said Dan. The sleeping cock yawned, stretched, and woke up. "Mi amor, maybe we don't need to wait for the little house," she said. Her fingers moved lightly up and down the hardening shaft. "Why I believe you've hit the daily double," Dan said. "That feels good. Let me check you out." His fingers slipped into the gooey delight of her pussy lips. "Sure got you lubed up today," he said. Hs fingers lay on either side of her clit. He brought them together. "You like?" Dafna jumped. "I feel weak again. It is very warm for me now. I need you again very soon. I am like putty in your hands." "I know how to make you putty." Dan took a long slow lick of her crinkly nipple. His hand reached behind to cup her ass cheek as she lay beside him. She gasped at the warmth and confidence of his grip. With a light pull he held her open. "Now let me spoon you." Dafna rolled on her side, like a question mark. She could not see him, but he felt her everywhere. While one hand held her open, a finger from his other hand caressed her from behind. His cock, now hard, brushed against her ass. "Dafna is so sexy from behind, such a sweet back and tuchus. Dan leaned forward to kiss her shoulder and ear. "Roll over on your stomach." Beach of Black Sand And Dafna rolled over. She rested her head in her hands and closed her eyes. For a few second she felt nothing, simply sensed Dan's eyes on her. The birds quieted, the breeze slowed. In the distance, Dafna heard the waves kiss the black sand.