Tropical Delight
It begins with a piece of pineapple.
You're on vacation in the Caribbean. It's Carnival time. Although the real
festival is taking place several thousand miles south of where you are, the
island natives have created their own Carnival for the tourists. The luxury
resort where you are staying has set up a feast next to the hotel bar. Pigs
roasting in pits, jerk beef, vegetables cooked with native spices (many of
which are known for their aphrodisiacal qualities); plenty of hot food to
stir the blood, and since the price of the party is included in your
vacation package, the drinks are also on the house.
You have been watching a woman all evening. She seems to be alone, sitting
at a table removed from the noise of the dance floor. Tall and slim,
lustrous blonde hair caught back in an innocent looking ponytail, nice
curves in all the right places. She is dressed in a long-sleeved silk
peasant blouse and a long full skirt, showing only her ankles and shoulders.
Something about those ankles, slender and delicate, calls to you and
promises that the rest of her body is just as delightful. As you watch, she
picks up the last slice of roast pork and eats it, then carefully licks each
finger clean. The invitation is too much to withstand. You ask the
bartender for two pina coladas, and then approach her table.
"Liquid dessert?" you ask as you place one drink in front of her. She looks
up with a shy smile, and you find yourself staring into a pair of chocolate
colored eyes that reflect the golden glow of a nearby torch. She waves a
hand to the other chair at the table, silently inviting you to join her.
After a sip from her drink, she plucks the piece of pineapple from the side
of the glass and eats it, closing her eyes to savor the flavor. Seeing her
enjoyment, you offer the fruit from your own glass. Instead of taking it,
she grasps your hand and eats from your fingers, then with a wicked smile
begins licking the juice off the palm of your hand. The next thing you
know, your index finger is in her mouth, and her tongue is teasing it as she
sucks gently. She cleans each finger in turn. Warm, wet, slippery.....you
begin to feel a "stirring"......
Suddenly she jumps up and starts for the dance floor. A few steps away she
looks over her shoulder with a coy smile, as if to say "Are you coming?"
You are out of your seat like a shot, following wherever she leads. The
band is just starting a reggae tune - slow enough for a clinch, fast enough
to get the blood pumping. You grab your mystery girl at the waist and pull
her close, and she seems to melt against your body briefly, before grabbing
your hands and making you assume a more proper dancing form. She is
smiling, but her eyes are far away as she feels the music flowing through
her. Occasionally her hips brush against yours, and the effect is like a
bolt of lightning. Already you want this woman so bad you can taste it.
The music changes. Carnival music: steel drums, guitars, very ethnic. The
floor is crowded with dancers, and you and the lady are separated. You step
to the edge of the floor, watching as she undulates and spins. She knows
you are watching, and throws herself into the passion of the Latino dance
rhythm. A little shimmy of the hips. A fast spin that sends her skirt
flying and reveals most of her long, gorgeous legs. She lifts her arms
above her head, and the silk of her blouse is stretched taut over her
perfect breasts. Then she dips forward, and you catch a glimpse of those
milky white globes. She sees you peeking, and her nipples harden instantly
- a fact which is very obvious. Again she twirls with the music, and the
clip in her hair flies across the room. Her hair is now a curtain of gold,
flying behind her like a satin veil. The music swells, and she spins
faster, arms outstretched and feet moving too fast to see.
The song ends. You step forward and hold out a hand. She laughs joyously
and allows you to lead her back to the table. There she finishes her drink
and holds out the glass, asking with her eyes for another. You lean forward
and take a lock of hair between your fingers, feeling how smooth and soft it
is. "Only if you tell me your name," you say, indicating the glass. She
holds your eyes with hers, promising all the passion you could ever dream
of, and then smiles. "Only?" she says tauntingly in a rich, husky voice.
You shrug and go back to the bar for a refill.
For another hour the two of you dance and drink as the sun sets and darkness
falls. The music gets moodier as the hour grows later, until it is just one
slow song after another. You want to take your mystery woman back to your
room, but the spell of the torchlight and the music is difficult to break.
Suddenly, in the middle of a very sensual dance, she stops and looks up at
you. Mesmerized, you stare into eyes that have turned mahogany in the
semi-darkness. After a long, intense moment, she takes you by the hand and
leads you off the dance floor, off the patio, and down a wooded path. As
soon as the noise and light has faded, she pulls you off the path into the
darker shadows of the jungle. Pressing you against the trunk of a tree, she
molds her body to yours and pulls your head down for a kiss. You catch her
around the waist and pull her closer still, as your tongue teases her lips
for entry. Her mouth opens, and a pointed little tongue brushes across your
lips before slipping into your mouth. She tastes like pineapple and
coconut, with an exotic undertone of hungry woman. Delicious. Your hands
move to her ass, pulling her hard against you. She moans against your mouth
as your hard cock is cushioned in just the right spot. But when your hands
move up her sides, just as they are about to close around her breasts, she
breaks away with a throaty laugh. Then she has your hand in hers again, and
is pulling you farther along the path into the jungle night.
She has one of the bungalows that are part of the hotel complex. Good, you
think, total privacy. Once inside, she turns off the light and you see that
the wall opposite you is glass, giving a panoramic view of the ocean, the
beach, and the palms. On the deck facing the ocean is a double-wide hammock
strung from one porch rail to another, and this is where she leads you.
She places her hands on your shoulders and stands on tiptoe to kiss you.
Now that you are sure that she means to go through with it, you are content
to allow her to direct the proceedings - for the time being. But she is no
longer in the mood to tease. Her tongue seeks admission to your mouth, and
her fingers begin opening the buttons of your shirt. Soon her hands are
inside, smoothing over the warm flesh that covers those hard muscles. You
hold her loosely in your arms as she explores your body. She has kissed her
way across your face, and is now flicking your earlobe with her tongue.
Shudder! Next she works her way down your neck, her tongue leaving a warm
moist trail behind. This is too much, too soon. After all, she is still
fully clothed.
You put your hands on her arms and force her away. Her blouse has an
elasticized neckline, so it's easy to slide the fabric off her shoulders.
Soon your hands are cupping her bare breasts - full, firm, and satiny. Her
nipples harden instantly, and she peeks up through her eyelashes to see if
you are pleased by what you see. After a warm kiss of reassurance, you
lower your head to that tempting flesh. Mmmm.....tastes like exotic fruit.
A low moan sounds in her throat as you tongue those treasures, and when you
suck one nipple into your mouth she gives a little scream of pleasure.....
Your next conscious thought is that all of your clothes are gone, and the
warm ocean breeze feels good as it caresses your skin. But not as good as
her tongue. Or her hands. Your mouths are fused together, and each of you
is busily stroking the other. Her hand finds your cock, her fingers wrap
around it and squeeze gently. You thrust your tongue into her mouth slowly,
mimicking the rhythm that will come later. You sit on the edge of the
hammock, and then pull her down across your body. The hammock swings wildly
for a minute, and you both laugh breathlessly. Then she is crawling around
like a cat, and curling herself around you in a cozy 69. The musky scent of
wet pussy fills your nostrils, and then you feel a sudden warmth as her lips
close around just the head of your cock. Her mouth is hot, and her tongue
is surprisingly agile. You figure you had better get to work, yourself,
before you can't concentrate any more.
She wriggles a little and sighs as your tongue goes to work. You realize
that you are now directing the action. You lick the length of her slit, and
she licks the length of your cock. You tease only her clit, and she goes
back to just the head. Your tongue slips into her pussy, and she
deep-throats you. Soon you are both just sucking on each other, as if to
draw out every ounce of nectar. She moans, and you feel the vibrations in
her throat thrum through your whole body. You need to distract her, or it
will all be over too soon. You wrap your lips around her clit, and begin to
suck ever so gently. She rears up, head thrown back, and then grinds
against your face as the juices start to pour. "Don't stop, don't
stop.....oh god, don't ever stop...." Her wish is your command.
Finally her thighs loosen their death grip on your head. You push gently,
and she rolls to the side like a limp ragdoll. You sit up in the hammock,
setting it swaying, and study the lovely figure beside you. Long, luscious
legs; a dusting of blonde hair at the junction of her thighs (but none
between them, as you very well know); flat stomach; nice round breasts with
dark pink tips. Her hair is tangled around her face, some of it falling
through the cording of the hammock to brush across the deck. Her breasts
rise and fall as she struggles to catch her breath, and you are mesmerized
by the motion. You reach out to stroke the smooth skin, and her eyes open
wide, shining with banked passion. Her tongue flicks out to moisten her
lips, and you remember the great pleasure it gave you.
Your desire for her flairs anew. You pull her up and kiss her hungrily,
chest to chest, hands buried in her hair. She tries to push you back, and
the hammock sways alarmingly. Thinking fast, you lift her above you as you
bring your legs into a yoga position. You set her down so that you are both
upright and facing each other, and her ass is cradled between your thighs.
More kisses, more caresses. You can feel her heat. While shoving her
tongue deep into your mouth, she lifts her hips slightly and guides you
home. Deep.....deeper.....deepest. Wet, warm.....and oh so tight. She
wraps her legs around you and locks them behind your back, driving you even
deeper inside. Her hips rise, and keep on rising, until you are practically
free.....and then she sinks back down ever so slowly, moaning against your
mouth. Again. Again. You can't stand much more of this slow torture.
Finally it's too much. You grab her by the ass and your fingers sink into
the soft flesh. Holding her in one place, you begin to pump into her. You
set your own pace this time, thrusting hard and fast. She braces herself
with her hands on your shoulders, staring into your eyes as she watches your
pleasure build. She is telling you what she wants in a low, husky voice -
faster, harder, deeper. You strain to oblige. Her breasts are practically
in your face, and you catch one of her nipples between your teeth. She
cries out, but not in pain. Suddenly her head falls back and she arches
forward. You pull her down and thrust up at the same time, and feel her
body convulsing around yours. She grinds against you, extending her climax
and pushing you toward yours. You can't wait much longer. Before she is
done, you push her onto her back. One deep thrust. You're getting closer.
Another thrust. Almost there. Muscles straining, you strive to reach her
very core. Her eyes roll back in her head as a second climax begins almost
before the first one ends. Her pussy sucks you in....pulling at
you....clenching around you.....you have the vague thought that your entire
body just might explode......
You wake to dazzling sunlight. You're alone in the hammock, still naked.
As you pick up your clothes to dress, a scrap of paper floats to the ground.
A name, a phone number.....and the area code matches yours!
