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Dane
Darcy looks absolutely radiant in her off-the-shoulder red and white boho maxi dress. It shows off her delicious curves in a classy, but very sensuous way. She throws her hair back and spins for me, and I clap admiringly.
Her carefully-applied make-up highlights her deep, mysterious hazel eyes, making them dance even more than normal. The lipstick accentuates her luscious, pouty lips, and harks me back to the balcony a half-hour previous, when those beautiful lips were sliding up and down my throbbing cock.
Right now though, I want to kiss those lips, without smearing the careful job she has done. I take her in my arms, one hand on the small of her back, and the other on her buttocks, and I kiss her ever so lightly, before fully embracing her. Her scent is intoxicating.
I can’t believe that I feel my arousal starting to rise again already, after the wonderful release I just had … a release that Darcy had swallowed down eagerly and lovingly. I have never met a more sexual and sexy woman in my life.
We stroll, hand in hand, to one of the “A La Carte” restaurants our resort has to offer. This particular one, the Poseidon, is right on the beach, with candle lit tables up on wooden platforms placed right on the sand. The plexiglass wind breaks are open, as there is little breeze tonight.
The moon shines down on a very calm Caribbean Sea, as the young waiter takes our order. I catch him eyeing Darcy over, up and down, as he takes our order, and I smile. I can’t blame him.
The bottle of Moscato is special order, and costs a little extra, but it is very smooth, and we are both enjoying the wine, the warm, steaming bread and the general ambience of this beachside nook. Darcy is definitely not enamoured with the raw oysters appetizer, but I dispose of them gallantly, in quick fashion, chasing them with the wine.
Her toe is slides up and down my calf when the waiter brings our main course, our massive seafood platter, which we are endeavouring to share. The boiled lobster is tender and melts in our mouths, as do the meaty scallops, the tender shrimp and the steamed mussels. The calamari is a little chewy, but it always is, and we both gnaw away happily, content to be in this tropical warmth, by the lulling sound of the gentle ocean surf, enjoying an escape from our respective realities.
Darcy’s foot travels up my calf by now, when she sees the waiter is far away, and I realize that my always amorous compatriot is getting frisky yet again. I am tempted to ply her with more wine, but we settle instead for sharing a wonderful Caribbean dessert - a fried banana concoction with cinnamon-buttered rum sauce, brown sugar, cream cheese, chunks of mangoes and strawberries, all topped with ice cream. Oh my!
I leave a generous tip fitting for the wonderful meal and attentive servers. And we did not even cause a scene this time, I think proudly to myself. Darcy and I indeed have a record of causing a stir in restaurants. Her toe sliding up and down my leg for a good part of the evening is pretty tame. I joke that I am very proud we behaved, for once.
“The night is still young,” Darcy teases, and she slips her hand down the back of my pants to rest it on the top of my butt, as we walk. “I want to go dancing tonight,” she says, “I’m sure there is trouble to be had there.” I am sure that she is not wrong.
I convince Darcy to watch the Caribbean dancers performing at the auditorium, near the lobby, first. There is a show every night, and I do honestly enjoy these resort shows. My arm is around her, as we cuddle in the back, watching some very sexy female and male dancers dancing to incredibly sensuous drum beats. The dancers are so fit, agile and sensuous, as they fly around the stage.
My hand slips off her shoulder, allowing my fingers to covertly caress the side of her breasts. Meanwhile, Darcy’s hand is, not surprisingly, down on my thigh, sliding gently up and down my quad muscle. I get the sense that she is very turned on by the overtly sexual nature of these dances, the thrusting pelvises and the hyper-toned, glistening bodies writhing and bouncing to the pounding African rhythms. That, and her gentle caresses, are definitely getting me aroused as well.
The show ends and we finally head off to the night club. Both her and I have had more than our fair share of wine by this time, not to mention the rum drinks and beer earlier. If we had any inhibitions coming in to this final stop of our first night here at St. Peter’s Bay Resort, these have long since melted away. The look of her in that dress, and the hungry, lustful look in her eyes, has me thinking less than gentlemanly thoughts, as we make our way toward the pounding rhythms of the VYBZ Nightclub.
Darcy
As we get closer to the nightclub the music gets louder and it moves my body. I love to dance. I was born with natural rhythm and I love when people, especially men, watch me. I play into it. Dane and I have never been dancing together before, so I can’t wait to get him on the dance floor.
We step into the nightclub and look around the room. We spot a table in the corner and head straight for it. Dane, being the nice guy that he is, pulls out the chair and talks directly into my ear, in order to be heard. “I’ll go get us some drinks,” he says, and he heads to the bar.
I survey the place. There are a ton of couples, a few girlfriends gathered together and a couple of definitely local guys hanging around. I’m not sure if the stories are true or not, but I know I’d think twice about going off with a local guy. You may never come back.
I notice a bachelorette party going on way across the room. Looks like the ladies are having a blast. Dane returns with my drink and I quickly drink half of it down. Mmmm, so good. As Dane takes a third swig of his beer, suddenly I hear a song that I love. I grab him and pull him, arms flailing, onto the dance floor.
We start dancing and swaying back and forth to the rhythm, our bodies in synch with the music and each other. ‘It just like when we have sex,” I think to myself. We are in tune with each other, with little need for words or direction.
The music changes to something slower, and instantly we are tight against each other. Dane’s cock is already hard against my abdomen. I love feeling it, knowing that I do that to him. Satisfaction.
I dig my nose into his chest and inhale, savouring Dane’s cologne. Some scents just drive a girl crazy and his makes my panties fall off. He holds my hand close to his heart, and I can feel that it is beating hard and fast. His other hand is now resting on my ass, gripping just enough. Enough to tell me that whenever I am ready for love, so is he.
We are lost in the music. I pay no attention to where we sway off to until I open my eyes and look up at Dane. We have drifted to a dark corner of the dance floor. He spins me around so that my back is up against a wall.
Dane leans in and whispers in my ear, “Let me see how wet you are.” I look around to see that the coast is clear, then take his hand and move it covertly inside the slit of my dress. Dane takes it from there. His finger hooks my cotton panties and then he instantly inserts the finger inside my wet pussy. I feel the vibration of his victory response on my ear. “Mmmm.”
I grab his forearm and push him further in. I am beyond horny, at this point. He responds by adding a second digit. Now I’m the one going “Mmmm.”
My head falls on his chest as I now have a fistful of his shirt. My other hand still urges him to finger fuck me deeper. As I buck my hips to his finger fucking, I turn my eyes toward the dance floor and bar to see if the any staff or patrons are aware of our petting.
As I rise past the point of no return, I notice a tall, red-haired woman, in her early forties, from the bachelorette party, who definitely staring at us. She is standing near a column across the dance floor, her arms loosely crossed. But rather than giving us an accusatory look, it appears to me like she is actually tweaking her nipples as she’s watching us. We are turning her on! I orgasm helplessly, standing in his arms.
“Baby, you’re gushing,” Dane whispers, as he rubs my clit and g-spot more aggressively. I know I am!! I refuse to break eye contact with our admirer, as I proceed to squirt all over Dane and myself.
My legs are shake and I continue holding on to him for support. I feel his arm tighten around my back. “Don’t worry, I gotcha, baby!
I am spent, but I collapse back at our table. A few minutes later, I gather myself and tell Dane that I think it’s time to take this night to our room. As we leave I glance to see if the lovely redhead is still watching, but she’s nowhere in sight.
Should I tell Dane or not?
Dane
As we stroll back to our room, arm in arm, we pass by what seems to be a private party, at the beach. A huge fire is blazing, Caribbean music is playing, couples are dancing on the sand, and some appear to be retired off to the hammocks between the palm trees, in the shadows. My imagination allows me to envision what is going on in those shadows.
We are tempted to stop and join the party, and we pause to look on. Darcy slips in front of me and I spoon up to her and wrap my arms around her, tucking the back of her head under my chin. Her hand slips around behind her and slides up to my crotch. She has other ideas.
As much as we like the idea of this late-night party, and the primal beat of this Caribbean music, I think we have other more pressing matters to attend to. And on cue, my hardening cock indeed begins “pressing” into Darcy’s lower back, and her hand shifts slightly to find it. She giggles.
I find myself pumping my growing cock into her hand slightly, as we continue to watch couples dancing, flirting, partying. My hands come up from her waist and I make a quick pass around her full bosom, stopping only briefly at her erect nipples.
She sighs, but then takes her hand from my crotch, turns, and stands up on her tiptoes to kiss me. I stoop down to meet her full lips, opening my mouth to receive hers. Our tongues are a panting tangle and we embrace, the pressure of her tits on my chest further feeling the erection now trapped in the restraint of my trousers. Finally, we unlock and start back to our room.
We shower together, and I revel in soaping her smooth, generous curves. I slide the shower pouf gently up her arms, across her full breasts, down her abdomen, circle her smooth pussy and finally down her shapely legs. As I do so, I think back to Darcy’s recollection of the bachelorette party woman who watched me finger her to orgasmic bliss right in the Dance Club. Darcy recalled that she was actually caressing herself as she was watching us, and that she was about our age, and very nice looking.
I get the clear sense that Darcy was very much turned on by this woman’s attention, and I realize that I too am turned on by the notion of her watching us, though I honestly didn’t see the woman at the time. In our emails, chats and sexting over the past several months, Darcy and I have coaxed each other to orgasm talking through some of our wilder sexual fantasies.
In one such conversation, Darcy mentioned that she has had sex with another woman only once, and that it had not actually worked out that well in the end. However, it did spark her curiosity about the exploring the touch of a beautiful, sensuous woman. And like most red-blooded males, thinking of Darcy with another woman aroused me immensely.
The roots of this woman’s libido were deeper and broader than any woman I had ever known, and it did not surprise me at all that her lustful desires spanned to her own sex as well. Alongside that hardworking, conscientious mother/wife identity, was a deep-seated hunger for passion and things wildly sexual, the scope of which I was just beginning to understand. It was so fun trying to keep up with her.
I am naked in the room now, waiting for her to finish in the washroom. Of course, she got me hard again washing me in the shower, and ended up stroking me teasingly after she soaped me up. But I wanted to last, to prolong our lovemaking, so I eventually interrupted her. However, my erection was still close to full mast, as I flitted around our room, getting things ready for the last act in this wonderful half-day together.
I have some sexy drum music playing through my Bluetooth speaker, much like what we heard down at the beach. I also have my handy velcro restraints in position for easy reach. She will like them, I think to myself.
Her naked body glistens with the oil she has rubbed on herself. She is still rubbing some slowly, tantalizingly, on her voluminous breasts as she floats out into the main room.
“I like the music, Dane. From the looks of things, “ she says, pointing at my cock, “it looks like you have plans for us.” She moves toward me and I grab her in my arms, and pull her close. I grab my penis and wedge it up between us, against the top of her bare abdomen so that we can dance without me poking her with it.
“Well if we aren’t going to the beach dance, I thought we would bring the dance here to us.” The drum beats have a pounding, erotic rhythm, and we are already moving our hips in a provocative, grinding manner as we dance.
“I like. I like,” she purrs. “Sounds like really good…” she grabs my penis and squeezes gently before finishing, “… fucking music, baby.”
“Ah, those are naughty, wandering hands, Darcy. You can’t just grab a man’s cock any time you want, you know,” I tease, but I grab her hands and pull them up. In one swift motion, I use one velcro restraint to lock her wrist to the thick, metal bar behind us on the wall, used for wet beach towels, I am guessing. She rolls her eyes, giggles and kicks a little, as we play a bit of cat and mouse with her other hand, but I eventually wrap that one up as well. She is laughing, wrists locked securely behind her head, her tits bouncing deliciously with her giggles.
“You are definitely a bugger, you know! I should have guessed that you would be up to more of your kinky tricks!” My arms go back around her though, and I kiss her gently. Her tongue snakes out and I take it gently in my teeth before sucking it and offering her my own tongue. We sway to the music, both of us pumping our hips in a slow, fucking motion.
“It’s not good enough that you have already made me cum right in the bar, in front of the bartender? And then right in the Dance Club? Now you have to tie me up too?” she mock scolds.
“I’ll bet that woman from the dance club tonight would love to be on her knees licking your pussy right now, Darcy. I’ll bet she has already had an orgasm or two tonight, thinking about your sexy body, and you cumming right in front of her.” Darcy purrs louder and her tongue darts out and licks my neck and upper chest.
“With you all tied up like this, she would know just where to put her mouth, her tongue, her fingers, to make you blast off, don’t you think?” Darcy is moaning louder, fighting her restraints and pumping my thigh with her wet pussy. The rolling drums help to make my taking of her supple body primitive and animal. I am hard and dripping pre-cum now, and I need to fuck her badly.
“I bet you would like to squirt all over that pretty woman’s tongue wouldn’t you, Darcy? Soak her with your juices?”
I can’t wait any longer. I pick her up by the hips and she hangs by the bar. She has a desperate look in her eyes as I spread her legs, supporting her with my strong arms. I slowly lower her onto my erect cock. She is so wet that I immediately slip into her very tight, warm pussy.
Our swaying to the drum music continues, but now I am filling her fully as we grind. She gasps and grips my waist tightly with her knees as I thrust to the rhythm. Darcy whimpers, her head lolling to one side, and I can tell that she will not last long. I pull back a little as I pump her, watching the hypnotic dance of her natural, 42DD, bouncing tits. The drums speed up and so do I.
I can see that Darcy is trying to look around me to watch my muscly ass pump her in the full-length mirror across the room. I smile into her hungry eyes. Suddenly she stops breathing, her eyebrows spike upward, her pupils dilate and her sopping pussy begins contracting uncontrollably around my cock. I enter the final surge myself, exploding in a final flurry of thrusts. I finally stop in deep upward thrust, groan like a caged animal and shoot out my seed, spurt after spurt, into her spasming pussy.
As the drum beats quieten, Darcy is literally hanging from her restraints, spent, her juices and my semen dripping from her well-used pussy. I am lying on the floor, resting in front of her, looking up at her in her exploited, vulnerable position, sporting the satisfied smile of a conqueror.
I sense that she is enjoying this game too, as she does not plead, even jokingly, to get her down. Not yet. She wanted to be taken. Fucked.
Her breathing is finally slowing and she looks down, deep into my eyes, and smiles warmly, motioning a kiss with her sumptuous lips. I suppose all good things must come to an end. It may be time to take her down.
Darcy
Mmmm... I stretch as the sun peers through the doorway to the balcony. The warm morning breeze feels so good on my body. There’s a hint of coffee in the air. I think to myself, ’Boy, I need that’.
The last thing I remember from last night was Dane carrying me to bed. I must have slept like a rock. I must have needed it, after yesterday’s workouts.
I check my phone. I have a missed call from home. I’ll have to return that once I fully wake up and get something in my tummy.
I’m alone in the room but there’s a note next to the coffee and the Danish. Perfect, I sigh, looking at the steaming coffee. It looks like Dane’s gone down for an early morning bike ride. No wonder he’s so fit.
I throw on a robe, fill my cup up, grab the cheese danish and sit on the balcony. Well, here goes nothing. I hit “hubby” on my phone. He picks up on the third ring.
“Hi babydoll. How’s your trip?”
“It’s going … better than expected, actually.”
“What are you doing?”
“At the moment, I’m just having a light breakfast and planning my day out. I have to stop down at the business center here at the hotel and see if a fax came through.”
“A fax? Who faxes anymore?”
“Well, for some reason I’m unable to get an email that contains a large attachment from a particular client. So my solution to the problem was to fax the documents.”
“Smart Lady,” he says. I feel bad lying to him. He’s been a great husband, but I do have my reasons for all this. I almost cancelled this vacation part of the trip, thinking I would be wise to keep it all business. But then I reminded myself of why I needed this. My husband is plain vanilla. Dane is all the flavors combined.
“Well, I better let you go. I have to get to work anyhow. I’ll call ya later, babe.”
“Ok, sounds good. Have a great day!”
“Love you.” I smile
“Love you too.”
I make sure the call is disconnected and lay it on the table, but not before double-checking to make sure that my location is still turned off.
I drink my coffee and nibble on my pastry, while taking in the tropical morning sun. I close my eyes and drift back to the prior night. Dane was magnificent. Watching his body in the mirror as he took me over, while I hung there, captive, is a memory I can’t forget. His ass, his legs, his back, how my legs looked wrapped around his waist.
I recall how his arms supported my body and the grip of his strong fingers on my ass. Just watching our reflection pushed me over the edge, and it was like nirvana. However, the best part was the way he laid there and admired my spent body after. The satisfaction in his eyes.
Then I think back earlier in the evening and remember the gorgeous woman that watched me fuck and drench Dane’s fingers in the nightclub. I can’t help but to start rubbing my legs together lightly, massaging my pussy, just enough to feel how wet I’ve already become. I bite my lower lip and sigh. What a night!
Dane comes though the door, rolling his bike beside him. “Good you’re up,” he offers cheerfully.
“Good morning, how was your ride?”
“It was good. Awesome views.”
I smile and think to myself, ‘Not as good as the view I see right now,’ as he slips off his cycling jersey. All that’s left are those skin-tight bike shorts. My, my, my. Dane gives me a devilish look, catching my eyes. I think he knows what is going through my lusty mind.
“I’m going to take a shower and then, if you want, we can see if there’s an excursion we can do that’s not filled up yet.”
“That sounds like fun.”
I grab my outfit for the day, and lay it out on the bed. It is a sexy one-piece bathing suit and a cover up wrap, with matching sandals. The showers turns on and I think, ‘Well I have to shower too, so I might as well join him,'
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