0 comments/ 13130 views/ 1 favorites Heaven in the Carribean Ch. 01 By: klaatu "And the winner is....." Hoping to hear my name, but not really expecting to.... "Paul Feagans!" ...my heart stopped in mid-beat! Yes!! I had won! Jumping up from my seat with what I'm sure was the goofiest smile, I stepped up to collect the tickets for the Carribean cruise. This was going to be so great. I really felt that I needed a vacation from the hustle and hassles that are part of my work week at the upscale Mexican restaurant where I work, and what better way to sweeten the deal, than to have all my expenses paid in the process by my employer! This has become a yearly tradition here, sort of a "Thank You", if you will from the owner to the faithful working men and women that have helped to have another successful year. Making my way back to my seat with many pats on the back and congratulatory handshakes, my mind was abuzz with visions of warm tropical breezes, cool tropical beverages, and relaxation without a care in the world. Drinks were on me that night. Once I finally got home, I started perusing through the literature and schedules that accompanied the tickets, when it hit me! This was a vacation for TWO! Okay, so what's the problem with that, you say? Well, I have been divorced for approximately six years now, and in that time I never really sought the need to start another relationship, instead I did one of the usual pitfalls that confront so many in this day and age, I buried myself in my work. My mind started to work a bit overtime as I thought about who I could get to go with me. Of course, in situations such as this as well as big lottery wins, one discovers that one has many, many friends that you never knew existed. But I didn't want to waste this trip, I wanted it to be special. I thought of numerous co-workers of mine that I would love to spend a week ensconsed in a ship's cabin with, but as things usually work out, most all of them had husbands or boyfriends, or were generally aloof. The next day at work I was greeted with many proposals and flirtatious suggestions promising many a wild and erotic good time if I would just take them with me. Each one left us giggling at the outrageous promises, as it was pretty much our usual style of friendly banter. Deep down in my heart, though, I knew exactly whom I wanted to go with.....Liz. I guess at this point in my story I should backtrack a bit and try to explain just why I felt like I did. Liz, Elizabeth in reality, started working with us about a year ago. I must admit that upon first sight I was captivated by her. A rather quiet, petite girl, standing about 5' 5" with short black hair, and weighing maybe all of a bit over one hundred pounds, she has the most deeply enchanting eyes. Almond shaped and hazel in color, and always made up in such a way that captured your attention and drew you somewhere deep within her soul. They provided her with an almost exotic look. If ever there were a pair of eyes to get lost in, hers were the ones. At 23 years of age, though I quickly had doubts that she would be interested in me, as you see I am at the ripe old age of 45. However, I should point out that I am still in great shape and more than young at heart and mind. Still, though, there are some that get a bit squeemish at dating someone old enough to be their father. A man can have his fantasies, though, eh? Besides, she had a boyfriend. A few days after starting work she came in, her right eye severely blackened. A terrible, sickening feeling overcame me as I somehow had a hunch that her boyfriend had done this. I stayed my usual upbeat self around her, figuring I would give her a chance to talk about it if she wanted, or not, if that be her wish. Later in the day as we were both in the breakroom having a smoke, she started relating the details to me. It seems that they had not been on good terms for some time, and were pretty much just together for conveniences sake. Needless to say my heart went out to her completely, and I wanted to tell her so many things. There was no reason for anyone to treat her in such a fashion, and I just wanted to take her in my arms right then and there and try to convince her that I could treat her the way she deserved to be treated. Figuring I wouldn't have much of a chance, though, I continued to stay upbeat around her constantly, always finding a way to make her lips twist in that coy little smile of hers, or eliciting that delightful giggle that is all hers. As time went on, she finally was able to move out on her own, and I guess you could say that I breathed a sigh of relief. And maybe...somewhere down the road a bit, there would be a chance for me to become a greater part of her life. Now up to this point, I have dwelled upon some of the lighter parts of her personality, yet there is just something about her that, well, exudes sensuality. Still to this moment in time it is hard to place my finger on it. Is it just some innate force that some women have inside? I really don't know. All I'm sure of is that my heart would always quicken at the sight of her coming through the door, my stomach would get those fluttery feelings when she would look at me and make a goofy face, and my passions would rise as I would watch her walking in the confident stride that she has. So we have remained friends this whole time, getting to know a bit more about each others likes and dislikes, and finding we have quite a few things in common. Our taste in music, dance and food, for instance blend together so completely, but I have stayed reluctantly on the sidelines for fear of being shot down in flames. Maybe I'm the one who has a problem with this age difference thing and not the younger generation, huh? Anyway, I have basically admired her from afar, still making her smile and giggle from time to time, as well as having some of the most erotic fantasies about her and I. Which leads in a way to the next piece of the puzzle. My best friend's wife, Racheal, had become good friends with Liz, and knowing that I had a bit of a "crush" on her (putting it mildly), had to share with me a secret of Liz's. After crossing my heart and hoping to die and sticking a needle in my eye that I would not tell anyone including Liz that I knew, I was let in on the details of what turned out to be an extra job that she was working nights at. She was working as a stripper for private parties! Of course this made me love her all that much more, and reinforced my original thoughts of her added sensuality. Let me tell you it has been sooo hard keeping her secret, but I have, and it has done real wonders for my fantasies of her. So I guess you could say it was already deeply entrenched in my mind that I wanted to ask her, but now came the hard part - actually doing it. I laid back in my bed trying to get a bit of rest before I had to go back into work in a few hours.Lying in the stillness of my darkened room, I tossed and turned, my head flooding with thoughts and images of her. I could so easily envision her and I together in a tropical paradise and it wasn't long before my thoughts turned to a carnal nature. Feeling the initial electric tingle that starts deep within my ball sack, my cock steadily rose, thick and tumescent, aching to be stroked. My hand slid down my chest over my stiffening nipple sending a chill through my body. Reaching my cock, my fingers wrapped around the hot hardness. At the same time I pictured her delicate hand grasping my member, her breath hot and moist on the tip of my glans, her deep soulful eyes looking up at me with a combination of lust and love. I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing incessantly, my hand still clutching my dick, sticky with my spent sperm. A smile crossed my lips as I realized that today was the day I would finally face all my doubts and feelings and invite her to come along with me, and I was pumped up for the task. "Yes, that's right...uh huh...and I can pick that up in about thirty minutes? Great! Thank you!" I hung up the phone after ordering an arrangement of two dozen red silk roses. I stopped at the florist picking up the arrangement, my stomach a bit in knots as I got closer to work. I knew it would be a few hours before she arrived for her shift, so I left the flowers in the car. Now came the wait...the dreaded wait. I kept watching the clock nervously, watching for the time when I knew she would be arriving, so I could meet up with her out in the parking lot. As the minutes ticked away, I kept watch out the back door. There she was! Taking in a deep breath, I pushed open the door and headed out to meet her. "Hi!", I said cheerily. "Hi sweetie!", she replied, her sweet smile touching my heart. "Say, umm, you got a few minutes yet, could you come over here for a second?", I enquired. "Sure, what's up?" "Well," I say as I reach into my car and bring out the roses. I turn to face her and get down on one knee and looking up at her offering the flowers I say, "I would be very honored if you would accompany me on the cruise I won." Her face was a mixture of both surprise and warmth. "Oh my! They're so beautiful! Thank you!...and YES! I would love to go with you!" An enormous sigh escaped my lips and I smiled up at her as I rose and hugged her. "Tell you what, since we get off about the same time, let's meet out in the bar after work and I'll run down the itinerary with you." "Okay, see you in a while, sweetie, and thank you again!", she grinned. After work we met out in the bar and I ordered up a pitcher of margaritas for us to share. She was so excited as we started planning our trip. "This ought to be interesting," she beemed. "I've never even been on a plane before!" "To tell you the truth, I haven't either," I admitted. "I guess there's gonna be a couple of terrified passengers on the flight there," I laughed. Finally as the tequila began to make it's warming presence over us, we settled into more quiet conversation. A few times I noticed her leg would casually brush against mine and remain for a few seconds, sending small tremors thru my body. I sat entranced watching my reflection in her deep eyes. I knew I was feeling something so different from what I had ever felt before. "What are you thinking?" she grinned up at me. "Ummm...just reflecting on a few things...all nice I assure you." Her hand fell on the back of mine and she looked up at me and said, "Well, I've got to ask...why did you choose me? Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered, but sort of curious." She smiled softly at me. "I-I-I guess you could say that I have..ummm...pretty much been enamored with you ever since the day I first saw you." I managed to stammer out. Even in the darkened bar, I could see her face flush. She just squeezed my hand a little firmer as she smiled at me. I continued, "In my mind I had been wrestling with ways to ask you out before, but...I was always afraid because of the age difference between us, and my notorious reputation of being the 'class clown' here, I could imagine that I wouldn't be taken seriously." She giggled. "Yes, you are the classic clown." "So...any second thoughts? This will be your last chance to back out," I intoned, my eyebrows raised. She pressed her index finger softly to my lips, letting it linger..."S-s-h-h, s-s-h-h, s-s-h-h,"..."I'm going with you and that's my FINAL answer." A smile crept across my lips and I kissed the finger tenderly. I mouthed a silent "O.K." Finally, our departure day had arrived. We had a great time as we drove to the airport for our flight to Miami, laughing and singing along with the radio, the sun beaming down through a cloudless blue sky. Simply a great day for travel. We got our luggage checked in and decided to take a stroll around the terminal, stopping to watch the other arrivals and departures through the obsrevation glass. "Getting nervous?" She slipped her arm through mine and said, "A little, but I think we'll be okay." I smiled. Yes, I think we will. " Flight 759 for Miami now boarding at Gate 2." "This is it!" We made our way on to the plane getting settled into our seats. I offered my hand to her and she clasped it tightly in hers, placing them in her lap. After the initial shock of takeoff, I could see her relax down into her seat. A few minutes later her head was on my chest, her hand still holding mine, her breathing more shallow. She was asleep. I bent down and softly kissed the top of her head, my lips lingering on her silk-like hair, my nostrils inhaling her scent. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, knowing all was right with the world. My eyes slowly opened trying to focus on their surroundings. I realized I had been asleep for a few hours, my right hand was still with hers in her lap, and she had snuggled in tighter to me, her right hand resting just under my ribcage. She looked so peaceful and beautiful. I started thinking about the rough last few years she has had and just couldn't imagine how anyone could treat this lovely woman the way she was treated. Once again, my heart went out to her, something inside of me just wanted to swallow up all those years and replace them with loving, happy times. I softly placed my lips in her hair, my left hand reaching over to caress her cheek as she slept. A few moments later the fasten seatbelts light came on and we were informed that we would be landing soon and that we should expect sunny skys and a balmy temperature of 97 degrees. She stirred a bit and with a few more caresses of her cheek her eyes opened, looking up into mine. As she lifted her head up she noticed a wet spot on my shirt where her mouth had been and blushingly she said, "Ooopps...sorry about that!" Her fingers brushed over the moisture. I just giggled and said, "Not a problem at all. I could tell you got a great nap in.""So, let's get you buckled in, and in a few more hours, we'll be away from the world as we know it." Upon arriving at the pier, we were both struck by the awesome beauty and immenseness of the ship itself. I guess we looked like characatures of tourists as we walked aboard the "Fascination" and gazed open-mouthed at the amenities on board. I think it was about this time that I just couldn't resist and started humming "The Love Boat" theme. Geez, I think I was almost expecting to see Gopher or Doc, or even Captain Stubing pop out from around a corner at anytime! We got to our balcony suite, tastefully done in earth-tone hues, with what looked to be very comfortable furnishings. Like kids in a toy store we rushed in, each calling "dibs" on which drawers and closets we would get. I think it hit us both at just about the same time as we looked up at each other and realized there was just one bed! A magnificent king-sized bed, the entire wall it sat against was floor-to-ceiling mirrors! We both blushed and shrugged and giggled it off and continued unpacking. I finished first and flopped back onto the bed, relishing it's comfort. "Mmmm...this is great!" Liz turned to look at me, and jumped onto the end of the bed with a giggle. "So, what say we go catch some rays?" "Sounds good to me," I replied. "You get changed out here while I go change in the bathroom, okay?" she said. I went to the dresser and pulled out my surfer style trunks, shedding my clothes. I grabbed us a couple of towels and sat down on the couch waiting. A few moments later I heard the click of the bathroom doorknob, and turned to look. My mouth dropped open and remained that way. I know this sounds like a terrible cliche, but I truly could have been knocked over with a feather! Liz was sporting a hot pink Spanish lace wickedweasel bikini. She stood there and turned with a flourish. "You like?" "V-v-very much!", I stammered. She seemed to have a way of making me stutter quite a bit, and I'm sure she enjoyed it. I must say that being able to see this much of her slim, tight body made me appreciate her even more. I was so used to seeing her in her unflattering uniform on a daily basis, and this was indeed a treat. I could clearly see her proud, hard nipples standing atop her small aereola, her small, conical shaped breasts jutting out proudly as she held her pose for me. My eyes traveled down her flat, tight stomach to the small triangle of material that covered her sweetspot. Her vaginal lips clearly outlined and visible througth the fabric. Turning her back to me with her legs together her tight round butt was accentuated by the string of material that clung between her cheeks. Another plus, too, I noticed...she has 'factory air' ( a noticeable gap when a woman stands upright with her thighs together right at the juncture of her thighs). The hot pink color really set off her golden tan and dark hair. She giggled at my loss of words. "You ready? Pool here we come!", she said offering her hand to me as I stood up from the couch, her eyes noticing the stirrings that were beginning in my trunks. We took off for the pool down on the Lido deck, our senses barraged by the bright sunshine and the fresh smell of the ocean. Her arm was hooked with mine as we walked along the deck. We got a couple of drinks from the pool bar and stretched out on some lounge chairs. "I feel so totally decadent," she smiled. "Yeah, I know what you mean. It seems almost sinful, being waited on hand and foot in Paradise." She reached over and grabbed her sunblock from her bag. "I better get greased up a bit or else I'll be an untouchable lobster the rest of the cruise." I took the bottle from her hand as she rolled over onto her stomach. I squeezed the gel into my palms and rubbed them together to warm up the sunblock. I never worry about such things myself, as I guess through the years my skin has toughened up, in fact, I shave off all my body hair to get a good deep tan quickly. I lightly spread the lotion along her shoulders and upper back to spread it out, then began to massage it in deeper, my fingers pulling and pushing deep into her musculature. Stopping to get more into my palms, I straddled her thighs so I could reach her entire back better. Deeper and deeper I let my fingers traverse the whole of her back, aware of a slight moan every now and then that would escape her lips. I scooted down her legs a bit more as I prepared to cover her exposed bottom. As I looked down I noticed my fingers trembling a bit as they got closer to her taut, round cheeks. Her skin was so soft and warm I noticed as I spread the lotion in circles on each cheek. My mouth was getting a bit dry, and I licked my tongue across my lips as my hands began to work their way across her thighs. Liz squirmed almost imperceptably as my fingertips grazed her flesh. I slid off the end of her lounge and ran my hands the length of her legs, all the way down to the soles of her feet and slowly back up, then back down again, covering all of her exposed flesh. I took extra care to start a slow foot massage, which I promised I would finish later in our room. I crawled up onto my lounge and laid face-down, as I'm sure my excitement would be clearly visible at that moment if I were to lay on my back. Liz turned over onto her back and proceeded to apply the lotion on her front side, and I watched her intently as I took a sip of my drink. There's something so erotic about watching a woman rub lotion deep into her skin, her fingers almost making love to her flesh in a way. She looked over at me and smiled. Once again, I was spellbound. We lay there and talked for awhile, enjoying the warm sea breezes and the crisp sunshine. My eyes could not get enough of her beauty, as they scanned up and down her form. The lace bikini left little to the imagination, and I was eager to fill in what was left unshown with my own ideas of what lurked underneath. Her nipples remained perky and erect, as if they were calling out for some sort of manipulation. Her body started to get a sweaty sheen that caused her skin to glow brightly under the sun. Outside in the light I could now make out what seemed to be just a tiny stripe of dark pubic hair that ran upwards from her slit for just a few inches. My mouth watered and I let out a small moan. Heaven in the Carribean Ch. 01 "You okay, sweetie?" she looked at me smiling. "Oh, yes, I'm doing great!" I smiled back at her. With that, she ran towards the pool shouting, "Last one in..." I jumped up and ran towards her diving in just after her, finally catching up with her at the opposite end of the pool. "Well, I guess this makes me the proverbial 'rotten egg', eh?" I said. Giggling she said, "Well, maybe not so rotten, though I bet you are a bit naughty, eh?." What could I say?, when you're right, you're right. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me, our eyes locked with each other's. Her arms slid around my shoulders and our faces drew closer together until that magical moment when our lips first touched, lightly pressed together at first, then more forceful as they parted, our tongues lightly flicking together, becoming acquainted. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, as time seemed to come to a standstill. I felt my throbbing erection pressing tighter between her legs, eliciting a groan from deep in her throat. Her mouth was like a steaming hot sauna and my tongue struggled to get firmly inside. Straightening her arms around my neck, she pulled back from me, both of us breathless from our first kiss. We stared deep in each others' eyes, yet didn't say a word. We both knew we had come to a crossroads in our relationship, and there would be no turning back. We remained in the pool, exploring our bodies as we floated along together, lightly trading soft wet kisses back and forth. A growling stomach woke us from our reverie, and we both laughed. "Sounds like someone's hungry." I said. "I think we're both gonna need to keep our strength up on this voyage," she said giving me a wink. We headed back to our suite hand in hand. We had decided that tonight we would get dressed up and dine in the main dining room and then head for the Diamonds Are Forever Dance Club. Once again, I left her to change in the bathroom while I got dressed out in our suite. I choose a navy blue pinstripe suite with a Hermes silk tie. I was checking out my tie in the mirror, when the bathroom door opened. I did a double take in the mirror and then turned around to see full on. I think pinching myself was one of several thoughts that ran through my mind at that moment. There she stood in the doorway wearing a long black lace dress that clung seductively to her curves, ending about midway between her knees and ankles. I could clearly make out her strapless black lace bra and matching g-string panties. As my gaze dropped further I could detect black leather thigh-high platform boots. I visibly shuddered at the sight. She looked at me with one of her patented seductive stares. "Oh-my-God..." I heard myself say in the background. "You are sooo beautiful." Placing her hands on her hips with her breasts thrust outward and her right eyebrow raised, she said, "You look pretty handsome yourself!" I took her hand in mine and we left our suite, stopping on the balcony. She pressed against the railing looking out as the reddish orange sun slowly started it's lazy drop into the vast blue-green ocean. "So beautiful..." her voice trailed off. I stood behind her, my arms wrapped around her waist. She leaned back into me, her hands covering mine, nestling her head on my shoulder. I spoke softly into her ear, "Some people go through their entire lives never seeing or even appreciating the beautiful and lovely things that are around them, and here I am blessed with both you and this glorious sunset." She pressed back into me tighter and I could feel a soft "mmm" vibrate down in her throat. She turned her head to look at me through half-glazed eyes, and I bent down pressing my lips softly upon hers. We both knew there was no need for a passionate tongue-dance, just a simple expression of our feelings. After a few kisses and nibbles on her lips, I reluctantly pulled back and reminded her that we really should go take care of our empty stomachs. She smiled up at me, and we headed off towards the dining room. Our meal was absolutely fabulous, made even better by our playing and cooing like a couple of teenagers. Something as simple or some may say silly even as feeding her bites of my food and her feeding me, just made me love and appreciate her all that much more. I knew from day one that I was absolutely crazy over this woman, and somehow I knew now that there would be no turning back, I was hooked, in other words I knew this was the one for me to spend the rest of my life with. After dinner we decided to walk off our meal a bit before hitting the dance floor, so I suggested that we tour the shops that were scattered around the club area. Besides, I had a bit of an ulterior motive as I wanted to pick up something I had seen in the window of the jewlery shop there earlier as we came aboard. While Liz went inside a clothing store, I excused myself for a minute to slip into the jewelry store next door. I knew what I was looking to buy, so I wasn't too long and I met up with Liz in a matter of moments my purchase tucked away safely in my pocket. She had found some fantastic outfits that looked great on her, but I could tell she was a bit hesitant to buy. I put my arm around her waist and gently reminded her that this was all on me, and shortly we were heading back to our suite to put up our purchases. By this time, though I'm sure you are aware that I would give her the world just to see that smile. She walked close to me, her arm tightly around my waist while I carried her new clothes. After hanging up her clothes she turned to see me grinning like the proverbial cat who ate the canary with my hands behind my back. "What are you up to, mister?", she giggled. "Well I just thought now might be a good time to give you this," I said beaming as I placed the small jewelry box into her hands. " Her shaky hands opened the hinged lid and her eyes got shiny and wide. "Oh, Pauly, it's beautiful! Put it on me!" She turned around and waited patiently as I opened the clasp on the platinum starfish pendant and draped it around her neck, securing it. "I just knew it would be perfect," I said. "Your skin tone is just the right hue, not to mention it goes great with that dress." She hugged me tight, raising her head to give me a kiss. Her eyes were becoming wet. "Pauly, you are so unbelieveably good to me. You're never judgemental, always finding a way to make me smile, ready to do anything for me, and generally making my world such a wonderful place to live in. I don't know what I've done to deserve such treatment, but I'm not complaining in the least." I felt my face flush and I smiled back at her softly, holding her close to me. "One way or another, I'll always be here for you. You are very special to me." Squeezing her tight, I said, "Now let's go dancin'." The disco was starting to get a bit crowded, but not uncomfortably so. The music pumping through the sound system was just what both of us loved to hear. Harder rock of the classic variety mixed in with a few of today's newer bands and dance tunes. I never realized how great of a dancer she was, though I guess deep down I knew, especially knowing her little secret. I really felt proud to have her with me. She looked totally awesome out on the floor and I could see she was really relaxing and enjoying herself. We let our bodies gyrate and grind together through all the classics,'You Shook Me'...'Lust For Life'...'Sweet Child 'O Mine'...on through to the sensuous 'Smooth'. We had already spent two hours in there, yet it was like we had just arrived. Our energy levels had not dropped at all, in fact, they seemed to have risen. Then something happened...'Learn To Fly' came on and something just clicked deep inside me. I drew Liz close to me and while the song is moderately fast, I just held her close to me, rocking back and forth. She looked into my eyes with a penetrating warmth...'Run and tell all of the angels this could take all night, Think I need a devil to help me get things right......I think I'm done nursing the patience, It can wait one night..I'd give it all away if you give me one last try, We'll live happily ever trapped if you just save my life, Run and tell the angels that everything is alright...Make my way back home when I learn to fly...' Our lips met in a breathless kiss. As we headed out of the disco to go back to our suite, I stopped momentarily to call for room service. Our walk to our room was a quiet one, each of us deep in thought of what was to lie ahead. My thoughts were also on how warm her body was, even through our layers of clothes. Room service was waiting as we turned the corner. I complemented him on his promptness and tipped him well, taking the Dom Perignon and fresh fruit from him that I had sent for. Stepping inside, Liz took a seat on the couch, her eyes watching me intently. I removed my suitcoat and cufflinks and rolled up my sleeves a notch or two. Popping the cork on the bottle, I carefully poured out two glasses of the finest champagne ever made. I reached across and handed her a glass, her fingers lingering on mine for a moment. "To the most beautiful woman my eyes can see," I said raising my glass to hers, the melodic clink of the glass ringing through the room. "To the most special man I have ever met," she toasted, our glasses touching again. "To us." I sat down next to her on the couch where her arm was already draped over the back. Her hand reached up giving her fingers access to my hair, which she stroked lovingly. Her nimble fingers slowly caressed their way around to brush my cheek, leaving red hot trails on my face. I took her hand from my cheek and lightly kissed the back of her hand, our eyes locked in a tight embrace. Turning her hand over, I let my tongue slowly lave it's way over her palm, her eyes closed at that and a shudder rose through her. Liz put her glass down and stood in front of me. "Let's get you a little more comfortable...I've got a surprise for you." Her nimble fingers loosened the knot on my tie and she slipped it up over my collar. Then came the slow and arduous process of unbuttoning my shirt, one button at a time. Every spot on my body where her fingers had touched my skin was alive with electrical pulses. Finally my shirt was open, and she slid it off my shoulders, but stopped there in effect trapping my arms at my sides. She grabbed my tie which was still loose around my neck and pulled me closer to her, her mouth open rather provocatively, her eyes smoldering into mine. "Now don't you go anywhere," she moaned huskily. She crossed the room slowly and turned on the radio, attentively listening for just the right station. Satisfied, she took a few steps in my direction and stopped, striking a bold and seductive pose, her hips cocked nastily. Her eyes were on fire it seemed. "I know Racheal told you about my little secret," a wry grin crossed her lips. "I know you've been wanting to see this, but for you, I'm going to give you the version that no one has ever experienced." Slowly her body succumbed to the rhythm of the music, becoming more fluid with each beat. I had just spent the past few hours dancing with her, and yet I had not seen such grace and oneness like I was witness to now. Her twists and gyrations gave me ample opportunity to fully appreciate her entire body. As she turned to face away from me, her hands went to her waist, slowly pulling up the hem of her dress. When it reached just below her butt, she turned her head and winked at me, bending over to give me a small sample of her creamy smooth cheeks. Her hands continued to raise her dress more as she straightened up, writhing as she lifted it over her head. It fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. I had thought my cock was as hard as it had ever been until that moment, when she turned and presented herself to me. My cock was throbbing and burning inside my pants aching to be set free. I shifted in my seat seeking some sort of relief. Her hands cupped her breasts still encased in her strapless black lace bra. She tugged it down just enough to uncover her turgid nipples. She stared into my eyes as her fingers tweaked and pulled at her hard buds of flesh. Liz turned back around, spread her legs slightly and slowly bent over, her hands running down her thigh high boots, stopping when she reached her ankles. The small strip of her thong slipped invitingly into the folds of her pussy lips which were becoming puffy and dark. Her hands snaked up the back of her calves and thighs and she smacked her ass on each side making a delicious red mark on her cheeks. Her right hand slipped between her legs and I watched as a finger traversed ever so slowly over her slit. I licked my lips, my focus held between her legs. Her head looked back at me as she softly placed the finger that had just touched her pussy to her lips, her tounge licking at the accumulated moisture. She started to make her way back to me, never taking her eyes from mine. She straddled my lap, her knees on either side of my hips, her hands clutching the back of the couch. Her flat stomach was inches from my eyes and I could smell the scent of her arousal. I looked up between the valley of her breasts, studying her face, a look of pleading in my eyes. She bent down just enough to place her breasts at the level of my mouth. I could feel my own hot breath as it touched her skin. Liz cupped her breasts and slowly ran her left nipple along my bottom lip. A husky growl emerged from my throat. I sat motionless endulging myself in the sensation of her hot, pointed bud traversing my lip. All too soon it was gone, and I felt a loss, or hunger if you will, only to have it replaced with her right nipple making it's way back across my now parched lips. Basic animal instinct took over my resolve, though, and I found my tongue flitting out from within trying desperately to lasso the hard flesh, to wrest it into my mouth to suckle. She sat upright. "Unh..unh..unh..." she said, her voice a little on the breathless side. "Sit still and be a good boy." Her tounge slipped through her lips and lapped up my chin and across my lips. Her mouth moved across my left cheek stopping to nibble and chew on my ear lobe. "Unghhhh..." escaped from my throat as my eyes closed. Her hands were busy pulling my shirt the rest of the way off my arms. Her hot, wet lips clamped over mine, her tongue snaking deep within my mouth. Our moans became more pronounced as I sucked deep and hard on the invading flesh in my mouth. Pulling away from our entangled kiss, she looked in my eyes once again and slowly began running her wet tongue underneath my chin, downward, then across each of my nipples, stopping to bite down almost excruciatingly hard on each one. Liz sucked and bit and flicked her tongue across each one, eliciting deep growls from me. My now free hands strayed up to grab her hips, but she caught them and placed them back at my sides. All I could do was groan. Her tongue continued on it's journey downward laving my skin and leaving a visible trail. She slid off my lap onto the floor between my legs and started to unbuckle my belt. Unfastening my pants and pulling on the zipper, her tongue began to seek out the areas that had moments ago been covered. She soon discovered my 'ultra sensitive' area...the bit of my stomach that lies below my navel and just above my pubic bone, delighting in her new found power to make me sqeal and shiver uncontrollably. She smiled up at me and giggled softly as her tongue tortured me. Her hands started tugging on my pants, and I raised up a bit off the couch to allow her access, my turgid cock springing free and smacking my stomach. "Mmmm..." I heard her moan as she looked at my manhood just inches from her face. She hurriedly pulled my pants and socks from my legs, tossing them behind her. Her nails deliciously stroked my outer thighs, up and down, then in little tight circular motions. She bent slowly down into my crotch, stopping at the point where I could feel her moist, hot breath on my balls. Instantly I felt her lips begin to engulf the hard orbs, sucking and wetting them with her saliva. Her left hand grasped tightly on my shaft and started to slowly stroke it up and down, twisting with each pass. Her mouth relased my balls and her tongue took a long, slow trip up the shaft of my cock, stopping to penetrate the slit of my cockhead, savoring the taste of the copious amounts of pre-cum that was oozing out. She then rose and climbed back onto my lap, her nails digging into my sides in an upward motion. Reaching between us, I could feel her moving the tiny patch of fabric of her panties to the side, exposing her dripping wet pussy. She placed her finger that had just touched her wetness to my lips and pressed her lips to trap it between us. I licked at her finger hungrily and she did the same from her side. Her labia had spread over my throbbing cock and she began to slowly rub herself back and forth, spreading the moisture. She clasped my face in her hands and buried her tongue deep within my mouth. My arms encircled her body and I pulled her tight to me, my tongue dancing and twirling around hers, our moans becoming huskier and more insistant. Her arms clasped around my neck, her hips riding my cock manically. Without warning my cock plunged deep within her pussy, causing both of us to freeze and gasp at the myriad of sensory bombardments that overtook us. Her inner muscles took over and started to rhythmically milk my erection. Her cunt was so tight and wet wrapped around me and I could feel her juices already soaking my balls. I held her tighter and as I stood up, she wrapped her legs around my waist, my hands clutching her ass as she rode my cock. I carried her over next to the bed and pressed her against the wall on one of the mirrored panels, feeling her twitch as the cold glass touched her hot skin. Her body was making a squeaking sound against the mirror from the sweaty sheen that had covered our bodies. Our mouths became inseperable as I started to pound faster and deeper into her waiting cunt. I opened my eyes and saw her looking past me to the mirror that was on the opposite wall, watching the muscles of my ass contract with every plunge. I looked into the mirror that I was facing and saw us captured for a moment in time in infinity. Her teeth bit into my neck as we both groaned uncontrollably, her moans becoming more high-pitched. My balls began to tickle and tighten up, and I plunged into her as deep as I could, my cockhead rubbing her uterus, sending us both into shockwaves. "Oooohhhhhhhh...unnnnnngggggggggghhhhhhhh..."she cried out. My balls erupted and sent shot after shot of hot cum deep within her womb. "Oooo...fuuuuuuckkkk." With trembling legs I managed to hold her up tight against the mirror, our hearts echoing together deep within our chests. As the last little spasms eminated from her clenching pussy, I turned and laid her gently down on the bed. I crawled on next to her and she snuggled close, her head resting on my chest and my arm wrapping her safely next to me. We laid together, our bodies coming down from the incredible high, interspersing caresses and tiny kisses with tender words. My mind had yet to catch up with everything that happened on just this first day at sea, and as I held her close I began processing all of the thoughts that seemed to flood my mind. Everything happens for a reason, I thought, and this must surely be a sign of sorts, or perhaps destiny. Liz seemed to sense that I was lost in thought and looked up at me with those soulful eyes that looked at me with curiousity as to what was brewing inside of me. I merely smiled at her and placed my lips firmly upon hers, our tounges peeking out to meet and become reaquainted. Once again, I thought, I know what I have to do. Heaven in the Carribean Ch. 01 I was awaked from my reverie as her left hand snaked it's way down my body in slow circular motions, her nails nipping at me at random spots. Her small hand soon met with my yet to be deflated prick, still wet from our coupling moments ago. It slid down the length, stopping to cup my balls within her palm, while she moaned softly into my chest. Her fingers tightened around my shaft and with a firm grip she began stroking me in ernest. Her lips and teeth nipped and sucked on my neck along my jawline, and I rolled my head to give her better access. To Be Continued...