Caribbean Fantasy

mf oral anal romance

In the beginning there were just the two of them. And the boat. A beautiful
ship. 32' long and a luscious ivory color, the color of fresh cream as it is
being churned into butter. She had cranberry colored trim and it went
beautifully with the sparkling brass fittings. Inside was cozy, some would
say cramped, but the two knew better than that. A berth that comfortably
held two people, in many a variety of positions, but more on that later...A
small but servicable bathroom, (she wouldn't call it the head, it was still
the bathroom to her), a utilitarian kitchen that she still managed to turn
out yummy delicacies >from and various storage spaces really not worth
mentioning. The two of them were sailing the Caribbean islands for the year.
They had worked hard and now were reaping the benefits of that labor...

They had pulled into a relatively secluded cove in which to drop anchor and
spend the night. The azure water that the sloop floated in was pristine and
gently rocked the boat. She climbed up the ladder and stood on the deck,
where he was looking over the map. Tugging at the strings at her neck and
back she shed her top. The bottom soon followed the top on its path to the
deck. She'd always enjoyed the feeling of sun on her skin, but this was
truly a pleasurable feeling. The sun warmed her breasts and shoulders, the
rays working their way over her entire body, 'til she felt rather pleasantly
like a piece of toast fresh from the toaster. She tip-toed over to him,
smiling at his concentration, slipping her arms around his bare torso. He
looked over his shoulder and grinned at her. Grinning because he felt her
bare breasts pressing against his back. "Silly boy," she said. Then she
grabbed either side of his shorts and yanked them down to his ankles! "Last
one in the water is a rotten egg!" She dove cleanly off the side of the boat
and into the water. It felt good to act like kids again. Refreshing. He
scrambled out of his shorts and jumped in after her...A while later, after
swimming and cavorting like dolphins in the water they climbed up the ladder
into the boat.

They showered in the small bathroom to rinse the saltiness off themselves,
but they knew that soon enough they would be salty all over again. She
looked up at him, smiling with her eyes at him. She rubbed soapy lather all
over him, slipping her hands over his erection and full beads. He smiled
down at her...she reached up and put her hands on on his shoulders, and
lifted herself up to sit upon his pole. He slid in softly, with juices and
soapy water acting as lubricant to smooth the way. There they stood
perfectly still, until freezing cold water splashed his back. The
stimulation pulsed through his body, and into hers, where it was responded
to by a rushing contraction from her full vagina, and pushing both over the
edge of ecstasy. Arms tightly encircled bodies as if to merge forever, to
give substance to what was true in their hearts.

When the rocking of the boat became apparent again, he left her in the
shower to start a late meal. The interlude had taken longer then they
suspected, almost two hours had passed since their swim, and his stomach
would no longer tolerate his erotic priorities. The cupboard held the
makings of many fine dishes, but tucked away in one of the storage cabinets,
he had built a small green-house to grow fresh herbs. Scents of parsley,
thyme, basil (of the miniature variety) and oregano filled the cabin as he
opened the door, thankful for her remaining in the shower. A loaf of round
bread, picked up at a bakery visited that morning at during an early
docking, was nestled among the herbs.

Carefully, he removed the bread from its shelter, and prepared it for a
light snack. Cutting the top off at a 45 degree angle, he removed enough of
the bread on the inside to fit a small wheel of brie, also purchased at the
morning's port. The top was also removed from the brie, and fresh thyme and
basil were minced and added to the top of the brie.

He replaced the top of the bread, and popped it into the small stove set at
300. Being finished with the preparation of dinner, he stepped back into
through the portal into the cabin. There, she lay napping with the bath
towel pulled to the side, and her wet, red hair draped over her firm breast.
An ice cube from the fridge is all it took to wake her up .......He rubbed
it across her slightly swollen lips and her tongue darted out to retrieve
the moisture. Her eyes not yet open, he glided the cube down her neck to her
collarbone and then into the valley between her breasts. Her relaxed nipples
began to harden as they sensed the ice-cube's approach. A smile played on
his lips as he wrote sexy messages on her torso with the cube, after each
message he used his mouth and tongue to lick the moisture off of her, sort
of a clearing the slate....Her hands roved over his hair and down his neck.
Feeling the hardness of the muscles in his shoulders and down his sides to
his waist. The warmth of his skin and the feel of his breath on her torso
was making her desire him again. She sighed deeply as he moved farther down
her body. His lips making a line down her abdomen, pausing briefly to kiss
the fiery patch of red hair on her mound. Then, he nibbled at the tender
skin of her inner thighs, her legs opening gently to receive whatever
passion he wanted to give her. He moved down farther, placing kisses,
sometimes biting gently, enjoying her moans and sighs of pleasure/desire.
Down her calves and ankles and then agonizingly slowly working his way back
up...

...the aroma of the fresh baked bread and brie mingled with the herbs and
reached her growling tummy in the bedroom. She suddenly realized that she
was ravenous. Hmmm...decisions, decisions. :) Food or love? Why not both?
She wandered out into the kitchen, where he was standing, naked as the day
he was born, except for the fact he was wearing oven mitts, which made her
smile. She picked up a dish towel and popped him lightly on his behind. "ow,
hey!" He turned around to see her smiling mischeviously at him. "just for
that you are going to have to hand feed me!" "not a problem", she replied
with a big smile. So, he gathered up the crusty warm bread and the fresh
sliced peaches (yum!) and she picked up the water and wine and they climbed
out onto the deck of the sailboat.

They headed towards the front of the ship, to the spot they had eaten many
romantic meals. Reaching the top of the ladder, she noticed the breeze which
had picked up slightly since last top deck. It carried with it the smell of
the setting sun, the oranges and deep purples filled the sky. They had
anchored between two small islands, one of which was inhabited by a medium
sized native community, and the other, too small to live on. The spot was
perfect for lovers, several other boats were anchored in the area. None too
close, as all desired the private intimacy which filled the air.

A small flickering light could be spotted on the deserted island to the
west. A couple had decided on a picnic, with no fear of unwelcome ants.
Their naked profiles sat comfortably atop the rock, the warm light of the
setting sun giving them an unworldly appearance. Lisa and Tom stopped in
mid-embrace, transfixed by these two beings, who had found such a beautiful
scenery to dine within. Water gently lapped at the side of the sailing
vessal, reminding them that the bread was getting cooler, and they were
getting hotter for another sweaty night together.

Lisa sat first, resting her back on a cushion. Tom spread Lisa legs apart,
and sat with his back having the pleasure of touching Lisa's soft body,
cushioned and sensitive to every movement which they would take. They had
sat this way many times, when she had done something which deserved some
amount of disciplining, and the towel swack had left a mark worth punishing.

Tom placed the bread between his legs, up close to his cock, so she would
have to make the decision which to dine on first. Ah, the sweet tease of
foreplay!, he thought. Her arms were just able to surrounded his body, she
cradled him softly while taking in the moon sitting low in the distant sky.
The waves dancing to the cold moonlight, causing the heat within her womb to
burn.

The tailbone pushing up against her midsection didn't help matters. The
rhythmic movement of the boat was transferred directly to her pubic bone by
the pressure which Tom's back was causing. Lisa had a feeling he was
conscious of the effect it had on her, but she didn't want to give away the
earnestness which it made her desire him.

...the moonlight shone across the calm waters of the bay, as Tom and Lisa
breathed deeply of the scented tropical air. Their gazes drifted back over
to the couple on the rock across the way. They were in an embrace and the
moonlight left nothing to hide. The woman lay across her mate's lap, one arm
supporting her shoulder and the other lying across her thighs, caressing her
hip and buttock. Tom looked up at Lisa and saw that she was watching the
couple intently. It was obviously exciting for her. His eyes turned back
towards the couple on the rock. The man's hand was stroking his partner's
thigh, stroking towards the soft skin of her inner thigh. They were kissing,
deeply oblivious to their surroundings. Tom could feel the hardness of
Lisa's excited nipples against his back, his body returned in kind, his cock
hardening with her excitement. He thought her disciplining might just have
to wait for another time. He removed the still warm bread, breaking off a
chunk and chewing it slowly, handing Lisa a piece. "You like to watch them,
don't you?" She nodded at him,as her eyes wandered back and forth between
the couple and Tom. "Would you like me to do to you what he is doing to
her?" "Yes, please," she whispered. He gave her his hand to help her off the
pillow. Tom sat down against the pillow and he pulled Lisa down across his
lap. Their lips met and parted. Tongues exploring regions they were familiar
with. Tom glanced up and saw that the man had started to caress his
partner's soft belly. He stroked Lisa's abdomen, all the while kissing her.
His fingers slid inside her slick walls as the man across the way did the
same. Lisa leaned her head back, staring continuously at the lovers across
the way. Her juices welcomed the company within her vagina, knees fully
splayed to allow him most access.

Noticing how his penis was squished up under Lisa firm buttocks, Tom thought
of a more pleasant area for it to be. He lubricated the trobbing member with
saliva and juices from Lisa pussy, and slid into her from behind, so she sat
entirely on his shaft. Lisa moaned and arched her back, reaching the first
of many plateaus. His thumb continued tracing circles around her clit in
rhythm with the water's lapping. Tom groaned with pleasure as Lisa's taut
bottom tightened around his throbbing member and her vagina closed about his
fingers, sliding in and out. The moonlight dappled their skin and the deck
of the boat. The couple across the water had moved positions. She was on her
hands and knees and he knelt behind her, thrusting in and out. Tom, staying
inside Lisa, helped her into the same position. Lisa's bottom arched up and
her torso lie pressed against the deck, Tom slowly sliding his cock in and
out of her tight ass. He could feel the tension building in her as she
watched the couple getting more wild in their movements. "Please, Tom,
harder..." He wound his hand through the length of her hair and pulled her
none too gently up towards him, his thrusting getting more feral. He leaned
forward and began gently biting the back of her neck, her shoulders. "Yes,
more, please" as Lisa thrust hard and fast back against Tom's body. Tom bit
the soft skin, so often hidden under her hair, holding her in the grip of
his teeth, his other hand tight on the curve of her hip of her hip. His
rhythm increased in time with the couple on the island. The pressure >from
Lisa's tight ass drove Tom crazy, but he was determined to have her
screaming in ecstasy before allowing his own release. This did not seem like
the easiest thing to accomplish on a night when she was so passionate, but
he would try anyhow.

Tom's fingers tangled in Lisa's red mane, pulling her towards each stroke of
heaven. She resisted with strength, but her loudening groans and dove calls
revealed her true enjoyment. He lifted her up, so her back was resting on
his chest, continuing to thrust to the hilt of his cock, and leaned back.

Lisa rested her palms on Toms shoulders, and started riding him with renewed
vigor. His left hand rubbed her clit, while the other continued to try
maintaing a slow ride with her mane, though it was a loosing battle at this
point. Her stroke became deliberate, squeezing his resistance away with each
post. She was not much farther from her own climax...feeling the buildup of
a firestorm building up inside her womb, Tom slipped two fingers inside of
Lisa's glistening pussy. He could feel his cock thrusting in and out of her
through her walls. She began clenching around him, her cries louder,
movements becoming more frantic. He could see the muscles in her shapely
back tense from the strain. She screamed out his name and dug her nails into
his shoulders...it was more than Tom could stand, her pussy clenching around
his hand, her tight ass tighter and tighter on his cock. He reached around
and squeezed her breasts, his thumb and forefinger gently pinching her hard
nipples, sending her into pleasureable orbit. Tom then couldn't hold back
any longer, feeling the molten liquid coming from him, filling her up....

>From the orbit their incredible orgasm put them at, they heard a faint
voice. The sound became clearer...the feeling of being lulled out of their
revelry made the noise somewhat annoying at first. Lisa looked to her left,
and a woman's head was poking over the side of the deck.

"Hello there", her sultry voice breathed. Her lips moved slowly apart. Lisa
wan't sure how long she'd been watching, but by her breathing, she seemed to
be in an excited state.

Another sound came from the ocean kayak pulled up next to the sailing
vessel. The woman Leaned her head back and gasped...her tongue parting her
deep red lips. Tom and lisa could've sworn they heard her say
"oh...deeper...", but were still a little foggy.

The newcomer regained her composure, and returned her attention to Lisa.
"Have you some fresh fruit aboard this floating love boat?"