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By *hillout OP Man
over a year ago
All over the place! Northwesr, , Southwest |
Part 1 of my newest literary exercise. Comments and feedback always welcome
It was hot, nearly unbearable. The sub-tropical climate, though pleasant at times, had become sweltering the past few days. It's been said how the weather in northeast Brazil could be, but you were never really prepared until experiencing it firsthand. The state of Pernanbuco had many lovely beaches and coastal areas to find refuge from the heat, though the humidity was the big issue. Clothes would quickly stick to the skin and soon had the owner feeling as if they had come out of water with their clothes on. The best refuge was taking to the beach, enjoying the light breeze and making frequent dips in the water. Wading in was effortless as the Atlantic was very warm here. No gradual adjustment, no thermal shock. Perfect.
Perfect was the ideal way of describing Mathew and Emily’s holiday so far. It was remarkable how a scant five days ago they had never heard of or seen each other, yet in such a short time span they were literally spending every moment in mutual company.
They were both single, and curiously both had recently ended a long term relationship. It was oddly poetic they had each planned their holiday with the expressed purpose of unwinding and restarting from a clean slate.
Several hours had passed since they had arrived at the golden beaches of Porto das Galinhas. Endless stretches of fine sand to the right and the left; crystal blue water with a minimal tide One could wade into the ocean a good 20 metres and still be only waist deep. Behind them was a path through shrubbery and many palm trees that lead back to the hotel. Though it was only six in the afternoon, it was late by local standards and the sun was beginning to set. As luck would have it, the beach was now vacant. Both had been edging each other all afternoon in a delicious game of mutual provocation. Now that they were alone, the provocation had reached its zenith.
“We’re alone now” purred Emily through narrowed eyes.
Mathew looked at her, admiring her athletic shape that was enhanced by her Brazillian bikini. Flashbacks of intense moments of passion entered his mind. The recollection of her physical pleasures instantly aroused him as a large bulge became visible beneath his swimming trunks.
“No need to make suggestions!” she laughed. “It’s clear what you want”
She looked at him intensely, admiring his tall and athletic build. Not chiselled, but well defined. Strong arms, broad shoulders and back. Hard abs.
An unspoken thought passed between the two just then. He moved closer to her...the expression on his face conveying his intentions. She was sat up in her towel, the look in her eyes inviting him over. They had played out similar scenarios numerous times the past few days, the results deliciously addictive.
His hand reached behind her neck as he drew her near him, tantalizingly close. He teasingly drew back as their lips nearly touched, playing with her. Again, he did this, followed by her; two could play at this game. At last they were kissing passionately....allowing their mutual want to spill over into an intense interplay of tongues and lips. Such a pleasurable endeavour they could engage in for hours if the rest wasn’t so utterly mind blowing.
Dark clouds hovered above. A faint rumbling heralded the approach of a tropical storm. The beach was eerily quiet...the noise of the wind through the trees, the gentle rolling of the waves and their frenzied, lust filled breathing....now joined by thunder off in the distance.
It all made for a very erotic backdrop . As they kissed, Emily untied her top, letting it fall to her lap. Her luscious, pear shaped breasts looked delicious. Their upturned nipples were hard and pointy, surrounded by the golden hue of her tan. They immediately drew Mathew's attention. Instinctively, his hand dropped and began fondling them. He so enjoyed tracing their outlines with his fingers and the shivering effect it caused in her. He gently nibbled at her ear and then neck as he pinched Emily's perky nipples. She moaned and ran her fingernails along the back of his neck and then through his hair. Yes, the mutual lust was on the verge of spilling over. It had been too many hours since their last sexual collision. Their mutual desire for intimacy was constant and unquenchable. They both wondered if it was the tropical heat that fueled their raging libido. While both had elevated sex drives, the past few days had been ridiculous.
Emily's hand slid down his abdomen and into his swimming trunks. There it was! Rock hard; it's rigidity a silent compliment of his attraction to her. It was deliciously suckable, with a slight upturned curve and the perfect length and girth for her. She longed to wrap her lips around it and take it fully. The effect this had on him turned her on even more.
"Not tired after this mornings session?Good. Think there's any cum left for me babe?" she whispered.
Her phrase made him even harder. His cock ached to be inside her however she chose....in her mouth, pussy or arse.
"I'd have more if you'd let me rest. Takes a few hours to fully replenish myself you know" he answered.
"I.....don't......see you........complain" she slowly answered between kisses that descended down his chest towards his midsection.
Before he could reply, the thunder grew louder. Dark clouds began hovering over them, yet only a light breeze persisted. The air felt as if charged with static. The sun had dipped halfway below the horizon, throwing a soft and beautiful light everywhere.
They both removed each others remaining clothes as they feverishly kissed and groped each other. For Mathew, undressing her was unwrapping a treasure trove of pleasures. For Emily, the experience was similar and she was drawn to his masculinity as a moth to flame. Both were convinced that the coming experience would be an unforgettable one. |