116 posts 8/25/2019 9:46 pm
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A night of deep Yucatan love
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"Good-night" I said the sun as it sank beneath the horizon, through its bright sun-orange, blood orange, and the nightly miracle purple fade.
"Good night" I heard from behind , a woman's quiet voice from the direction of the pool bar. I wasn't sure the voice was for , but it was nice not be alone.
Turning head I saw her silhouette in deep gray shadow with an occasional flame reflection from her bare shoulder or thigh as she swayed the bosa-nova inflected, grooved background tunes. I'd been sunk in the sound, and appreciated her moving deep within it too, heightening enjoyment of this Caribbean dusk.
I had thought I was alone, but for an occasional hotel employee. The off season was quiet, a bit cool with the risk of hurricanes, just right for me. I turned again and saw her swaying closer, a tiny woman, faerie-like in a gossamer top with thin spaghetti straps and a gauzy wrap skirt. She emerged from the shadows and passed a torch that momentarily lit her in its light. Her skin shone, her hair a casual light mop, relaxed, not recently fussed over, bright eyes, and a long, elegant nose.
Still feet away, I decided not to gawk as she might not be performing for me. A moment later a chaise scraped the pool deck and she dropped herself into it an inch from mine, setting a stout cocktail glass on its broad arm. She faced the sea and sighed nodding to the tumbler. I picked it up and sipped, then feeling the warmth fill me, held it to the light for a better . It was a golden liquor with a sweet, but oily consistency. She reached for the glass and sipped too. I raised an eyebrow in question, and in answer she said, "ishtabentun". I later found that it's "Xtabentun", a liquor from the Yucatan made with honey and anise, not readily available elsewhere, an oil and potion and nectar in one.
We sat side by side for a time just looking at the blackening , the points of light becoming sharper and more frequent as our eyes adjusted and the sun eased the other side of the planet. "It's a shame we've become so civilized", she said after several minutes of silence.
Not knowing what say, I nodded. I'd had similar thoughts many times, but wasn't sure of her context, wasn't sure whether we were riding the wave.
"I was thinking earlier today of how we want so much, how we have longings, but have too many reasons not to achieve them. It's the hopelessness that does it, feeling stuck in a rats nest of rights and wrongs, misplaced aggressions, you know? It leaves us second guessing what was once instinctual."
I nodded in agreement, again, having had similar thoughts of own. I was enjoying her impulsive, brazen intrusion, and found no fault in it - she had good instincts, and seemed know or hope I'd not feel put upon.
As I was considering this, I woke from reverie her bumping chest with her ass move over. I complied and she lay down parallel , forcing us spoon, . I had little choice but curl around her or fall off the chaise. She smelled of woman and honey wine, salt sea and earth, and I didn't disguise the deep breath I took of her. Squirming slightly, I moved right arm her head, bicep her pillow, and left reached for the drink. I brought it her lips and she sipped, and sighed pressing, forcing our bodies curve even closer together. She turned her head toward , and said, "You don't mind, do you?" with a grin. I thought of all the piggish things I'd heard men say, and was glad I'd not fallen pray that kind of thinking.
"You"re a good judge of minds", I said, which she pressed even closer. She was pressing hard enough that I couldn't maintain the propriety of not getting hard against her, and I felt the crevice of her ass fitting insistently around hardening cock. thoughts started turning toward the dark thoughts of "hook-up" and the anxiety of mixed signals, and worry. I breathed in again, and breathed , exhaling the concerns and telling myself let nature take its course. She said, "that's better" of the blue, but by that point, I should have known how well she reads . I was now the river, flowing with her.
She took another sip, turned again and pressed her lips to mine, slipping her tongue past honey sweetened lips, sharing, kissing with the liquid she'd not yet swallowed between us, dribbling from the corners of our joined mouths. We kissed, shared, explored, and cleaned the sweetness from each other's cheeks, sighed and relaxed again, staring at the deep blue-black full of stars, sharing the gently pulsing music, the waves quietly cleaning the night, as .
We were not '' yet. I set the glass down and wrapped arms around her pull her tighter and closer, despite already being as close as we could get. She pushed her ass into and I pushed back, then moved hands her thighs and pulled, wanting merge like water into water. We were naturally melding into , her tiny body enclosed by mine, sinking into as I curled around her like a cocoon.
We were not moving, except each other's breathing and a slight sway of the music. She moved her hands her sides and pulled her wrap up around her waste, then reached for the left flap of robe and pulled it free dropping it over us both. We were even closer now. I felt her bare skin with left thigh, her warmth, her insistence, nearly naked against each other, shorts the barrier, and a moment later she had those neatly arranged around ankles. I felt her ass, pressing... pressing deeply as she clenched around and moved slowly and steadily with the music. She moved away let go, then returned sliding up chest just enough lower herself back onto , cock slipping into her with ease for all the slickness I found. She danced a moment with me an inch or so inside her, rotating her pelvis, then withdrew, sliding back down, this time maneuvering me between her ass cheeks again where I felt her insistently pressing cock her ass, then felt it begin slide in having just been well lubricated. She groaned deeply and exhaled, moving in minute circles the slow beat of the music, the pressure on, but taking great care. I didn"t want hurt her by being too eager, or to ruin the night that had barely begun.
She twisted and pushed slightly and I pushed back, another quarter inch in. I felt her blood pumping around cock, or was it blood pumping in cock, or both? I felt her relaxing, then pushing some more. option was resist and slowly slide another slight bit in. She gasped softly, again moaning deeply, and stopped moving, and kept breathing, relaxing, breathing before pushing yet further. She stayed there, with just inside her, and I felt her meditative pause, pulsing, getting there. She began easing , and again, slid up chest and lowered herself onto cock, her cunt so slippery and wet I could feel cool tendrils of her juice dripping from cock. She rotated around again, lubing up I now knew, before returning the goal. I easily slid that inch inside and with a steady pressure, she pushed another half inch onto and I felt the precipice, that point where once relaxed, I'd be in her clutch.
We continued become more deeply involved - the head of cock was now gripped tightly inside. arms were still on her thighs holding her tightly, and she reached for right hand and took it to press over her wet cunt. Her forefinger pressed on mine, pressing it inside followed by middle finger as she pulled hand upward, then back in. Pressing press her forced deeper inside and soon she was relaxing around cock. Ecstasy washed over us both, our breathing matched, our hearts beating hard and in sync. We were connected each other, clamped together, hand pulling her , fingers working in and , the friction on her clit causing her freeze, jerk, and moan regularly. She pushed hand into her, harder and harder we were completely merged, when she stopped with me buried inside.
We stopped and breathed as , I felt her ass clenching around , and her cunt pulsing around fingers. Soon she was pulling away, then returning, sliding off and on, and I was sliding in and of her front and back and she moaned and took in deep breaths with each motion matching our rhythm to the waves. We were both breathing deep and hard, and I was a bit light headed. We stopped again, and she gripped ass and pulled deep, while I held fingers, wet and slick, inside her, still, breathing deeply, gasping, relaxing, gasping again. This is when she started shiver, a slow quake at first, that grew deep inhalations, gasps and jerks. I held her tight. I pressed hard into her, buried deep, and came with her, riding her spasms with own. We slowly calmed, breathed easier, and lay together in our sticky, sweet, and sweaty cocoon inside robe. We fell asleep there, half an hour or so til we stirred.
Her na'me is Renata, and we've spent years now surprising each other like we did that first night.
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