Subject: Our Honeymoon
Story Codes: MF oral exhib
Diary Date: August 31, 2011
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Boarding the plane I was still in a daze - was I REALLY married to my
high school sweetheart? Now it was time for Steve to finally reveal to me
where our honeymoon was going to take place. Steve had kept it secret
for as long as he could, I have to give him that. I had all sorts of
potential locations in mind - Europe (Amsterdam?), Asia (Hong Kong?),
maybe Las Vegas or Atlantic City?
Now that it's over what can I say? My husband did himself proud. Costa
Maya in Mexico was absolutely beautiful! We visited Mayan ruins, zip-
lined through the jungle, snorkeled a wreck on a deserted beach, and
shopped and shopped and shopped. We almost didn't have time for sex.
Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Sunday - Wakeup Call
Chapter 2 - Sunday - Mile High
Chapter 3 - Sunday - Beach Sex
Chapter 4 - Monday - Visiting the Ruins
Chapter 5 - Tuesday - Snorkeling the Wreck
Chapter 6 - Wednesday - Extreme Zip-Lining
Chapter 7 - Did I Mention I'm in Love?
Note: This is one of the longest, if not THE longest diary entry I’ve
ever written. Maybe I should have broken it up but I felt it all
had to be together or it would be like a puzzle with a piece
missing.
Chapter 1 - Sunday - Wakeup Call
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August 28th... day two of my marriage to Steve, actually the first full
day since yesterday was only about seven hours. Day two of what I hope
and pray will be the start of a relationship that will indeed last,
"until death do us part." While nobody gets married with the expectation
of being divorced, something about this just seems so RIGHT that I just
know it’s going to be a lifetime thing.
I woke up Sunday morning and for just a few seconds felt totally
disoriented. This wasn't my bedroom! Heck, I wasn't even alone in bed.
It only lasted a few seconds before it all came flooding back. I was in
a huge king-size bed in a wedding suite of a luxurious hotel in downtown
Pittsburgh, lying next to my freshly-minted husband Steve. My handsome
man was still lying on his back, apparently not having moved an inch
since last night after I dropped off his dick and laid down next to him
after our first time having sex since being married - not counting those
couple of minutes in the photo booth at the reception of course.
Rubbing my eyes, I focused on the man I adored in bed next to me, still
sound asleep like a baby. Looking past him at the clock on the table
next to our bed I saw it was already 6:30 meaning we had to get up soon
if we were going to make our 10:40 flight to... well to wherever it was
we were going. After months of keeping our destination a secret tighter
than the Manhattan Project, he had at least told me the flight time so
that I could help to make sure we got up on time. Steve was a notorious
late sleeper and there were times a fog horn could be used as an alarm
clock and it wouldn't wake him. However, I DID know one way to get his
attention...
Reaching over, I gently grabbed Steve’s flaccid cock in my hand. It was
so soft and warm, nothing at all like the hard steel pipe that had fucked
me so well late last night. Since I first held one in my hand at the age
of eight, a man’s penis has always fascinated me. Like right now it was
small and soft, flexing easily in my hand as I wrapped my fingers around
it. Yet with just a little bit of work - if you can call it work, it
would soon change like a caterpillar becoming an amazing butterfly. What
was even more amazing that even now, with its owner sound asleep and
totally unaware of what I was doing, it STILL reacted like it had a life
of its own. Perhaps that’s why some guys refer to it as their “little
head” as indeed it did seem to do as it pleased all on its own.
Ever so gently I let his dick slip through my fingers until it dropped
back onto the soft cushion of dark pubic hair underneath. Using my
fingertips, I grabbed it by the base and let it slip through my hand
until it flopped back down again, repeating this several times. Cocks
are SO cool! Even so I couldn't imagine going through life with one of
those things stuck permanently between my legs. I know what it’s like
trying to walk with a vibrator up my pussy and while I realize that’s not
a fair comparison, it still makes me cringe at the thought of having my
own dick. So far as I was concerned, it was a marvelous part of God’s
plan that he saddled men with such devices, all for the enjoyment of
women like me while they have to deal with it the rest of the time.
As expected, I noticed that even with this slightest of attention it was
beginning to react as it wasn't quite as flaccid as it had been a few
minutes before. Getting on my knees, I leaned over him and supported
myself with my hands on the other side of him as I dropped my head down
and took the tip into my mouth. Mmmmmmm, he tasted soooooo good. OK, so
he was going to need a shower before we left after the exertions of the
night before but for now the sweaty musk smell just reminded me of what a
man I had for a husband - as if I needed reminding.
For the first minute or so I just suckled on the head of his dick like a
baby on the nipple of a bottle. Ever so slowly I could feel his cock
begin to change, growing a bit longer and fatter. Gingerly I took more
of him into my mouth until I had his entire semi-flaccid cock past my
lips. As soft and short as he was in this state he easily fit into my
mouth and I could feel the coarse dark pubic hair rubbing against my face
like a soft hairbrush. For a moment he stirred and I held still, not
ready for him to wake yet but he didn't make any more noises so I resumed
my slow blowjob.
As I said, cocks fascinate me and perhaps one of the most fascinating
things is feeling them grow in my mouth. There are so many things
involved at that moment and all of them hot and sexy so far as I was
concerned. First, there was the simple fact that he was becoming erect
because of what I was doing to him, even if he didn't consciously know
it. Then there was just the erotic feel of his dick swelling and filling
my mouth as if someone had an air pump attached to a balloon and stuck it
in my mouth. What had fit so easily just minutes before was now tickling
the back of my throat forcing my mouth to open a lot wider to take him in
without scraping my teeth against him. My mom had taught me from the
beginning that guys will accept about anything when it comes to a blowjob
so long as you didn’t scrape your teeth on him.
Mmmmmmm, what can I say, I simply LOVE sucking dick! From the first time
I had done Steve back when I was fourteen until this very moment, I don’t
think I have ever not been excepted by the sight of a man’s cock. My
boobs hung down and I let my hardening nipples barely rub against his hip
bone as I leaned over him to continue sucking his dick. It was just
enough to tickle them and stimulate them such that they grew all the
more. Although it was nothing at all of the magnitude of his dick’s
growth, they were still significantly larger than they’d been before I‘d
started this morning.
Finally Steve’s dick achieved full erection status. I ran my tongue up
and down the shaft, wetting him and then rubbing it with my lips from the
base to the tip. Leaning over, I took him all in my mouth, the last inch
or so almost gagging me as I took it down my throat. One thing about
sucking a sleeping guy - it’s actually easier to deep throat him as he
isn’t moving about trying to get a look or push it in even deeper before
you’re ready. Holding myself down on him as long as I could, I finally
rose up again and let him flop, or at least drop out of my mouth as being
so hard he wasn't about to flop anywhere!
My pussy was tingling now with that familiar feel I get when I NEED to be
fucked. There are those occasions when I WANT to be fucked but then
there were times like now when I NEEDED a dick in me. It didn't even
matter whose dick it was - I just wanted one. Thankfully I had my new
husband’s at my immediate disposal as some of my craziest (and stupidest)
stunts had been when I was at the mercy of my pussy and couldn't control
the resulting urges.
Carefully I got up on my knees and then lifted my leg up and straddled
Steve’s muscular waist. Damn, the poor guy must have been exhausted from
last night - something that I was rather proud to take credit for. His
stiff dick poked into my bare butt so I lifted myself up on my knees
until it slipped down between my legs then I reached down past my crotch
to grab it and direct it to its goal - my aching pussy. As horny and wet
as I was there was no problem sliding it up inside of me until I was
seating on his crotch with my bare butt against the base of his dick, his
entire cock now buried deep inside of me.
For the next few minutes I just sat there, looking down at my lover - now
husband, enjoying the feeling of his cock as it filled me. It was so hot
knowing that this was now officially MY cock. Oh sure it may have some
fun in some other girl’s pussy now and then but at the end of the day I
knew that it would always come home to MY pussy. He felt so good in me
at this moment that I couldn't imagine how this feeling could ever grow
wearisome or boring the way some people claimed to feel about sex after
marriage. Of course I had one advantage most other wives didn't - my
guy’s dick was allowed to fuck other girl’s pussies so he would
periodically get reminded of just how special MY pussy was! The same
applied to me as well. What better way to appreciate your husband than
to try out someone else now and then?
Looking at the clock for the umpteenth time, I realized that as much as
I’d have loved to stretch this out to fill the entire morning we DID have
a plane to catch so it was time to get things moving along. Enough of
being subtle, I started to rock on his cock, bouncing my bottom against
his crotch as I fucked his dick.
“What the f....!” I heard him say without opening his eyes. Then those
lovely brown eyes cracked open and then suddenly popped wide open as he
came to realize what was being done to him.
“Oh God.... you are so amazing,” he sighed as his head went back against
the pillow and I felt his hips lift up to match with my movements.
It only took a few more seconds before he was totally awake. Bunching a
pillow under his head, he looked down to where he could watch his dick as
it appeared and then disappeared as I sank down onto him and took him
inside of me. My boobs were bouncing as I got into a rhythm and he even
grunted a couple of times when I especially dropped down onto him just a
little bit harder.
“Damn girl, take it easy,” he groaned as I literally dropped my entire
weight down onto his crotch, driving his dick like a piston deep inside
of me.
I heard him but it didn't really matter to me. I LOVED the feeling as he
thrust hard and fast into me. That was part of the reason why I like to
be on top - so I can control the pace and depth based on how I am feeling
at the time. When I first mounted him I preferred it slow and shallow
but the more I fucked him the harder, faster and deeper I wanted him in
me until finally we would both cum.
That was when he came in me. My pussy was suddenly flooded with my
husband’s sperm, making its way up inside of me on its futile journey. I
smiled to myself as I imagined how someday that sperm would be allowed to
reach its goal and produce our children but not this morning - this was
just for fun. Maybe in a year or so....
When he finished I dropped down onto his chest, my boobs pressing into
him as we both laid their breathing heavily with his arms now around me,
pulling me tightly into him.
“I love you wife,” he said with a hint of amusement in his voice. Yes,
it WAS something new for both of us as I responded with, “and I love you
husband.” Oh sure I had role-played being someone’s wife in the past but
this was for real! It hardly seemed possible but I still loved the sound
of it.
“Oh crap, we have GOT to get moving,” he said suddenly, looking at the
clock for the first time.
Grabbing me by the waist, he rolled me off of him and hustled into the
bathroom where I heard him lift the toilet seat and do his thing. When
he was finished and flushed I listened for the seat to go down... and it
did! Good boy. I guess living with his mother for so many years had
taught him a few good habits.
“Hey Steve, what should I wear?” I whined as he brushed his teeth.
He mumbled something but I couldn't understand him with his mouth full of
toothpaste so I waited - impatiently. In all the hustle and bustle of
the night before, I hadn’t even thought about not having a suitcase with
me. Sure I had my “new bride” bag all ready with a sexy nightie and some
toiletries, not that the nightie lasted for very long. But what about my
clothes for the trip?
“Look in the closet,” he called out, “Your mom packed for you.”
Good news, bad news. At least I had SOMETHING but what had my mother
packed me? It could go either way when it came to her. Now had Steve
said my Aunt Linda had packed me then I would’ve known there wouldn’t
have been much in the suitcase except some naughty bikinis and sexy
shorts - definitely no bras or panties. My mom might have done the same
but then again she might have gone in a more conservative direction as
well - after all she WAS my mother and as outrageous as she could be at
times there were days when I felt she was overprotective of me,
especially now that I was 26.
The suitcase was new, evidently a present from someone for our honeymoon.
It wasn't all that large either - maybe we would have to check it but
that would depend on what type of plane we flew on as to whether or not
it would fit in the overhead of a plane. Whatever was in it, there
wasn't much of it.
“We can buy more clothes when we get there if you need them,” Steve said
from behind me rubbing his still bare crotch in against my butt as I
looked at the small suitcase.
There was no doubt from the feel of him behind me that he was erect
again. Hmmmmmm, if he wasn't careful we might never make it to the
plane!
“I suppose that depends on where we’re going,” I said, not even trying to
conceal the burning question in my mind. Where the heck WERE we going
anyway?
“Check out the front pocket,” he said, patting me playfully on my bottom
as he turned and headed for the shower.
Sure enough, inside the front pocket of the suitcase was a plain white
envelope which I carefully opened to find two plane tickets. Hmmmmmm,
final destination - Costa Maya, Mexico. Where the heck was THAT? Like, I
could read that it was in Mexico but that didn't exactly narrow it down
at all. I’d been to Cancun once for spring break but that was years ago
and the only thing I saw then was the road from the airport to the strip
and then the beach outside the hotel so it wasn't like I’d had the grand
tour of our neighbor to the south.
Then I noticed a larger vanilla folder also tucked into the front pocket
and took it out. Inside were a few travel brochures and some printouts
from various Internet sites.
“Costa Maya is the section of the Caribbean coast of Mexico running from
Sian Ka’an Biosphere south to the town of Xcalak, near the Belize
border. Just north of the fishing village of Majahual (also spelled
Mahahual), in the heart of Costa Maya, cruise lines have erected a pier
and carved out a piece of the jungle to build an artificial Mexican
coastal village. Surrounded by jungle, this primitive setting offers a
vast expanse of natural scenery.”
There was a map and I saw it was quite a ways south of Cancun. It didn't
look all that populated so I looked through the brochures until I saw one
for an inn.
“Explore Costa Maya in one of our comfortable beach front cabana, ocean
front rooms and large sea- view rooms. Boutique style hospitality and
seclusion that can't be found on the crowded Cancun hotel zone, noisy
hotels of Playa del Carmen and the Riviera Maya or even Tulum. Contact
us- we personally answer all reservation inquiries from our hotel
office on the beach of Costa Maya. We are 30 minutes north of Mahahual
(also spelled Majahual) and the Costa Maya Port, Mexico's 2nd most
popular cruise ship destination. Get the quiet and seclusion that you
want yet still take advantage of Costa Maya and Mahahual activities.
Check our Guest Book and Guest Photos to see what others are saying.”
Sounded interesting... Looking at the tickets I saw we would arrive
before 2:00 so it must have been a direct flight to Cancun. That was
much better than the last time when I’d had to rot in a boring Houston
airport for hours waiting for a connecting flight and then again in
Atlanta on the way home. I wondered how long it would take us to get to
our destination when I read further into the brochure...
“The drive from Cancun airport to Mayan Beach Garden takes about 4.5
hours -- but there are several things to do along the way, from the
Crocozoo, to the Mayan Ruin of Tulum, to the little town of Felipe
Carrillo Puerto -- so plan on making a day of it. If your flight
arrives in the afternoon, plan on spending the night in Playa del
Carmen, Akumal, Tulum or Paamul and enjoy the drive.”
Wow, four to five hours! It sounded like we had a long day ahead of us.
Chapter 2 - Sunday - Mile High
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One way or another we eventually did make it to the airport. I’d wanted
to stop by my dad’ house to thank him for helping Steve set up what was
already looking to be a wonderful honeymoon. However, Steve was worried
that we were running late and were already in danger of missing our
flight being it was international and the check-in times were more
restrictive. He mentioned something about “getting up late due to some
nymphomaniac needing attention” which I let run in one ear and out the
other. Yeah, like he didn't enjoy every minute of it!
We ran to the gate and just made it, being among the last to board.
Well, being five minutes early was better than being one minute late so
we quickly took our seats. Wow, I’d never flown in first class before.
For that matter, I had not flown all that much period but when I had, it
had always been in Coach Class. Well, this wasn’t actually true first
class but the seats up front were upgraded so there were only two seats
on each side of the aisle meaning no middle seat - and no partner to
either side of me either other than my husband. There was also more leg
room which Steve appreciated.
After much debate I had ended up wearing my “Just Married” t-shirt which
my mom had so thoughtfully packed for me along with a pair of new white
shorts which fit my ass like a tight glove. It seemed to please Steve
even more than me that I got a lot of looks as we walked through the
airport and then from the people on the plane as we boarded. Hmmm, I
wondered what was getting more attention, my braless boobs poking out
against the words “Just Married” spelled out in sequins or my ass that
was barely contained in the shorts? The only other thing I was wearing
besides some jewelry were new flip flops which promised to be MUCH more
comfortable than heels on such a long trip, although I knew from past
experience that the heels DID make my ass look even better in these
shorts.
“So just married I take it?” the flight attendant greeted us.
I wanted to saw something like, “So you can read?” but she meant well and
I was in WAY too good of a mood to be the least bit snarky with her.
Then she asked if we would like a little champagne as it would still be a
few minutes before we left the gate. An ice cold Diet Coke would have
actually been better so far as I was concerned but we graciously accepted
her offer.
Soon we were in the air with me holding Steve’s hand in a death grip -
partly because I liked to hold his hand but mostly because I really don’t
enjoy takeoffs. Our hands rested on his lap which allowed me the
pleasure of feeling the warmth and bulge of his crotch through his
shorts. There wasn't enough privacy in the open cabin to do much more
but it still felt good just knowing his wonderful dick was so close to my
hand.
Steve was seated on the aisle after graciously offering me the window
seat so that I could look outside and watch the scenery. He had a lot
more experience flying than me and claimed that the view was boring to
him but I was fascinated to see the state I’d driven through so many
times flashing by below me. Before long we were passing over parts of
the country I’d never seen - from the air or the ground. We had a few
hours to get to Cancun so I leaned back my seat and rested my head on my
lover’s shoulder. I found myself toying with the new feeling on my
finger. It had taken me months to grow accustomed to the engagement ring
and now I had TWO rings on my finger. Well, if I had anything to say
about it they would never come off.
Steve had struck up a conversation with another couple that looked to be
about our age in the seats across the aisle. Like us, the guy was seated
on the aisle with what I was guessing was his wife over by the window.
Other than the row ahead of us, there weren’t that many other people
around as the attendant had drawn the curtain separating us “elite”
passengers from the commoners in the back of the plane (just kidding).
Still, I have to admit that it DID make me feel a little self-important.
“No we haven’t. This is actually our first flight together,” Steve was
saying to his new buddy next door. I’d dozed off just a bit so I had not
a clue as to what they was talking about but now he had my interest.
Hmmm, what hadn’t we done?”
“Well, it’s not as easy as they make it seem in the movies,” the other
guy was saying. What the heck were they talking about?
“Yeah I can imagine,” Steve agreed, “Plus they don’t seem all that
private.”
“I wouldn’t sweat it. I don’t think anyone here would say anything,” the
guy offered.
“I doubt she’d go for it anyway... she’s pretty conservative.”
Go for WHAT? As for being conservative, now I was wondering who he was
talking about as it couldn’t be me! If there were two words I never heard
in the same sentence it was “Kelly” and “conservative”.
“Yea, Monika was the same way but you know, it really got our honeymoon
started out on the right foot. It was like once the dam broke... well,
you know what I mean.”
They both chuckled like two conspirators. Typical guys. I nudged Steve
in the hip whispering, “OK buster, so what’s the story?”
Steve just tried to ignore me and instead he turned back to the guy sort
of laughing and said, “She just woke up I guess... wants to know what
we’re talking about.”
Well HELLO, I’m right here! I wanted to say. He was talking like I
couldn't hear what he was saying.
“I say just do it... don’t tell her until you get in there and then see
what happens.”
“Nawwwwww, I couldn't do that to her, she might freak out,” Steve
resisted.
“Hey, it’s your honeymoon so go for it... make a memory.”
Something was going on here so what was it? Whatever it was, for some
reason Steve didn't want to reveal too much about me, that much was
obvious. I don’t care what it was, Steve would have a hard time freaking
me out about much of anything so long as it didn't involve animals, anal,
torture or poop.
I felt Steve shrug his shoulders and then he sat up straight as the
flight attendant checked in on us. She offered more champagne but we
politely refused. Steve said he was going to have to drive five hours
or so when we got there which eventually led to another discussion
between him and his new friend about places to stay and things to see in
the Costa Maya region. Any more discussions about whatever it was they
were talking about seemed to have gone by the wayside.
About half-way through our trip my bladder began to remind me why I
normally don’t drink champagne. Feeling the urge growing stronger, I
nudged Steve who had started to doze off as well and explained that I
needed to use the little girl’s room.
“Ummmmm, I hate to be the one break the news to you Kelly but little boys
and girls share the same room on here.”
OK smart ass, I had to GO so enough of the wisecracks. I playfully
punched him and he stood up in the aisle to let me pass. Finally I made
my way to the front where the flight attendant was getting some snacks
ready for us.
“So was the wedding last night?” she asked.
I grinned and gave her the brief rundown. As bad as I had to pee I still
couldn't pass up the chance to brag about my wedding to whoever would
lend an ear. Finally I turned to open the door to the restroom and when
I stepped inside I felt the door pull from my hands as Steve pushed his
way inside and somehow managed to shut the door behind us.
“Steve, I really DO have to go,” I implored him. There was barely enough
room for ONE person to pee in here without a guy the size of Steve
squeezed in as well.
“Then hurry up and go and quit whining about it,” he teased me.
If there’s one fetish I do NOT have, that would be I get absolutely no
pleasure or kick out of peeing in front of people or seeing other people
pee. If anything it just flat out grosses me out. Steve will just stop
anywhere, whip it out and piss any time he feels the needs but I will
cramp and do whatever it takes to await the security, comfort and
cleanliness of a modern bathroom. Still, ever notice how much more you
have to go when you’re just about to do it? It’s almost impossible to
stop once that train leaves the station so I huffed and pushed down my
shorts and sat down with my legs between Steve’s as he leaned back
against the door to give me as much room as possible.
“You know something? You’re insane,” I sighed as I did my thing and wiped
myself clean. I reached to flush but Steve held my arm.
“Not yet, I don’t want anyone to think you’re done yet.”
OK, earth to Kelly. Finally it dawned on me what the two of them had
been talking about back in the main cabin. Well, well, so Steve wanted
to join the mile high club (at least I assumed he wasn’t a member yet as
I wasn't). Crap, there was barely room in here with the two of us to
masturbate, let alone fuck! Who was he trying to kid?
Then I realized why he’d been saying those things to that guy. Certainly
he must have seen Steve sneak in with me. Steve was just setting him up
and I could just imagine how turned on the guy must have been to think I
was somehow being coerced to have sex in this little room. I almost
laughed as I thought about how I was supposedly so conservative that I
would “freak out”. Little chance of THAT happening!
“Just leave your shorts down,” Steve instructed me as he undid his own
shorts and released his dick from its prison.
Oh yeah, my horny new husband was already getting hard! As it turned out,
I found that it was actually quite easy while sitting down like this to
simply lean forward and suck his cock so I wasted no time in doing so.
“Damn that feels so good,” he groaned.
The whole situation seemed to be really turning him on something fierce
as he got steel hard in record time and I had the feeling if I just
sucked for a couple of minutes - or less, he would be cumming in no time.
Did a BJ count for membership? Somehow I didn't think so. Technically
oral wasn't sex anyway so if we were going to do this then we had to do
it right. I didn't want to have to embellish anything later when I told
the story to my friends.
I tried to stand up but the wall curved over me preventing me from
getting upright with Steve in the way. Somehow I managed to twist around
without banging TOO terribly much until I was facing away from him,
leaning over as much as I could while balancing myself with one hand on
the sink ledge.
“I guess he was right, this IS a little awkward,” Steve chuckled as he
tried to work his dick into me.
It turned out that getting everything in the right place was the real
work as once he was in me things went easier after that. Steve reached
under me and then under my T-shirt to cup my bare boob in his hand as he
held my hip with the other while he banged me. With the limited space he
couldn't really be as forceful as I would have liked but it was getting
the job done nonetheless. Considering I hadn’t cum this morning, I was
horny as hell and this time I was determined to be the first.
“Fuck me Steve... fuck me,” I gasped as I reached with my free hand to my
crotch and rubbed my clit as he fucked me.
I thought of all the people just outside the door. Was there someone
waiting, bouncing from foot to foot as they struggled to control their
bladder while we hogged the toilet? Actually I would’ve been more than
happy to do it on our big seats than in this little cramped space but
somehow I doubted that the flight attendant would’ve gone for such a
breach of protocol.
As orgasms went it wasn’t at the top of the scale but it sufficed. I
shuddered as I came while Steve’s dick maintained its steady piston
motion in and out of me. With all the difficulties and the distractions
I don’t think he even realized I was cumming as he had his own orgasm
going just after mine started, flooding my pussy with his sperm as I came
even harder.
“Fuck, that was wild,” he gasped as he pulled out of me. I reached for
some paper towels and wiped myself as clean as I could. Squeezing down,
I did my best to push out all his cum so I wouldn't have this big wet
spot between my legs later as we walked through the airport. If I could
have worn a sign that said “wet from sex” it wouldn’t have been so bad
but my fear was that people would think I’d peed myself. Again, not my
fetish.
We eventually got ourselves straightened up and then Steve kissed me
before unlocking the door behind us. I had no idea what - or who, would
be waiting for us but as it turned out nobody was there. Even the flight
attendant had disappeared, either in the cockpit or to the rear of the
plane to get something. Then again, maybe she had realized what was
going on and had moved away so as not to be held responsible should
anyone say anything.
Smiling broadly, we made our way back to our seats and then to my
surprise, the guy sitting across from us started to clap, then the other
three guys in the front row did as well. I noted neither of the two
women did but that was understandable. Probably just jealous.
“Welcome to the club,” our new friend greeted us as we took our seats.
I got in first as Steve high-fived the other guy. Pretending I didn't
hear or notice, I turned sideways to look out the window, doing my best
to ignore the post-orgasm pulses that were still emerging from my swollen
and wet pussy. Checking myself out, I noted a small wet spot emerging
between my legs and sighed. It seemed no matter how hard you try there’s
always that last little bit you can’t clean up.
Soon the curtain parted and our attendant was back. Once again she
offered us drinks, but this time she seemed to be looking more at me than
Steve with a mischievous smile on her face. As a professional I
understood she couldn't come right out and say anything but there was
that knowing look in her eyes that told me all I needed to know. Yeah,
she knew what we’d been doing, that was for sure.
Finally we landed and as I walked past the attendant I thanked her for
all her hospitality. She smiled and informed us that our membership
cards would be in the mail. She caught me a little off guard and told me
she was just teasing but then I finally got the joke. Then I winked at
her and off we went to get our bags and go through Customs.
Chapter 3 - Sunday - Beach Sex
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The trip from the Cancun airport to where we were staying actually took
us six hours - on top of the hour and a half it took to get out the
airport and rent a Jeep. I wasn't too sure about the Jeep thing but
Steve said we would be going through a lot of areas with less than
perfect roads so he felt more comfortable with something that wouldn’t
get bogged down. Seeing how once we left the airport and turned south I
was immediately on road I’d never been on before, the entire trip was a
new experience for me.
On the way down, I read more from the brochure about where we would be
staying...
“There is a good coral head about 100 yards from the shore with a lot
of fish of many varieties. We have marked with a buoy so that you can
find it and so that boats don't run into it.”
Now THAT sounded interesting. I had snorkeled once in the Keys while
attending a friend’s wedding and tat had turned out to be pretty
interesting - at a number of different levels. Continuing on...
“Mexico uses 110, the same power type and outlets as the US. Because
we are solar powered, the lights are low voltage, water is solar
heated and the fans run off batteries that are charged by the sun. We
run a generator for about 5 hours a day in order to do our laundry.
This subsidizes the solar power and provides power to a 110 outlet in
each cabana. This outlet only works when the generator is running --
usually in the morning. This is the only time that you will be able to
use hair dryers or recharge batteries.”
No hair driers? Generators? Sounded a little primitive to me.
“If you do venture from the dockside development, a trip to nearby
Uyumil Che (nicknamed the Monkey Farm) can be entertaining. This
facility can best be described as a rehab center for injured wild
animals, or discarded pets that need to be reinstated to their natural
habitat. Bird watchers are delighted with the number of toucans that
can be spotted from the nearby jungle. Less than an hour away is
Chinchorro Reef Underwater National Park. The world’s second largest
barrier reef that protects most of the Costa Maya shoreline is a
treasure for divers and snorkelers. Sunken ships abound and the coral
reef is magnificent.”
A monkey farm? I mean like real monkeys? That one we could skip but the
reef sounded really cool. Sunken ships? WAY cool.
Steve had borrowed my dad’s GPS who had bought and downloaded the maps
for Mexico before handing it over. We probably could have found our way
as there weren’t really all that many options when it came to roads - or
at least paved major highways. The one thing I hated were the ridiculous
speed bumps. Oh my god, who was the crazy lunatic that put those in?
We’d be going 60 miles per hour and if you didn't see the other drivers
stopping and missed the sign you could be killed. Speed BUMPS? More like
speed MOUNTAINS. Calling them bumps is like saying my friend Beth has
bumps on her chest (they’re DD’s).
Although I’d heard things about the security, or lack of it, in Mexico,
the only time I really felt scared was when we were stopped out in the
middle of nowhere for a security check. I guess they were checking for
drugs which thankfully I knew we didn't have. We were just driving along
without a soul in sight and then someone had strung this huge rope across
the road which practically threw the stiff Jeep into the ditch. A tent
had been set up with these kids (I mean they couldn’t have been even
eighteen) armed with what looked like automatic rifles started asking
questions. Unfortunately I don’t think they understood a word of English
and my Spanish is totally rusty. They made us get out while they
searched the Jeep but I think it was more so they could stare at my ass
than any need for us to get out of the way since they never even looked
under the seats. Other than that the trip was rather uneventful.
For most of the trip I cursed the Jeep. It rode more like a tank and my
ass was sore as hell after just a couple of hours. The roads were
actually pretty good so I was questioning the wisdom of choosing our
current mode of transportation until we were about two miles from our
final destination (as the GPS was saying). Then the road disappeared and
what remained was a wide clearing in the jungle with HUGE potholes filled
with water that you had no idea how deep they were until the Jeep plunged
into them. I guess we might have made it with a car but for the first
time I was glad we had out trusty Jeep to wade through this so-called
“road”.
We finally made it to the inn and to my pleasant surprise it didn't look
primitive at all. In fact it looked rather elegant. Sure it was small
but I already had expected that from the photos in the brochure. I noted
there were a couple of other rental cars parked so evidently we wouldn’t
be alone. By now it was past 8:00 PM and getting dark so we grabbed our
stuff and went in through the front gate.
The inn was quite homey with no formal front desk or anything like that.
Instead it was more like we were visitors at someone’s home. We were
greeted by Maria who turned out to be a tall older women who hailed from
northern Maine with a wicked accent. Later she would tell us the story
behind how she and her husband had moved here and started up the inn but
for now she welcomed us and showed us to our cabana.
OH MY GOD! Talk about heaven on earth and romance in the air! There were
three cabanas, each facing the ocean which was like thirty steps away.
Maria mentioned that Hurricane Dean had pretty much wiped them out a few
years back so everything was rebuilt and still fairly new. A large
covered porch with a hammock greeted us and then inside was a simple but
well-kept room with a large bed and a small kitchenette. The bathroom
was rather open except for a curtain over the shower. I noted that there
wasn't even a ledge between the floor and the shower floor but the pitch
was such that the water must go straight to the drain. No bathtub but
that was fine - we had an entire ocean within a stone’s throw from us. I
listened to the waves crashing and the silence of the beach. It was
SOOOOO romantic. Maria handed Steve the key and as soon as she was gone
I turned to Steve and hugged him hard.
“Oh Steve, this is so perfect. I love you so much!”
Maria had mentioned that dinner was still available and that the other
couples were gathered for drinks if we wanted to stop by and get
something before they closed things down for the night. I was famished
so we dropped our things on the bed and headed to the main house. Before
we went thought there was one thing I HAD to do. Leaving my flip flops
on the porch, I ran barefoot to the beach and tested the ocean water with
my toes. It was perfect! I moved in so the water was about to my knees
and then quickly moved out again as a wave threatened to soak my shorts.
Satisfied, I ran back to Steve and kissed him again.
“Sorry, just had to do that.”
Steve just hugged me and we walked with our arms around each other to the
house where a large screened-in room with candles for light was set up.
Maria’s husband was there with two other couples. In the dim light I
thought for a moment that one of the couple was the pair that sat across
us from the plane but that would have been too surreal - and as it turned
out not to be the case. Beside Maria and her husband we were the only
Americans with an older couple in from Germany and the younger ones,
about our age I would say, from Australia. The German woman spoke
excellent English while her husband didn't seem to be as fluent. The
Aussies of course spoke English but the Australian version which even by
the end of the week I still had a hard time understanding at times.
Maria introduced us and added in that we were newlyweds to which everyone
clapped and congratulated us. It was so pleasant, not at all like
checking into some giant impersonal hotel with fake people at the bar.
Everyone was friendly and open and treated us like we’d know each other
all our lives.
The food was excellent - as I found for the rest of the week to be the
standard for the inn. An older Mexican women came in each day to do all
the cooking and everything was prepared in a kitchen in the back.
Finally we decided to call it a night as it had been a LONG day and there
was much to do in the few days we had left.
Back in our cabana, Steve closed the curtains but left the window open.
I noted there were screens in the windows. I had no idea if insects were
an issue or not but we WERE out in the middle of nowhere, or so it
seemed, so God only knew what might come crawling or slithering into the
room at night. Images of the monkey farm signs we had passed on our way
in came to mind...
Steve moved our suitcases off to a table in the room. We both stripped
and then he pulled back the covers. Well, he might be ready for bed but
I had other ideas.
“Let’s check out the beach,” I said, wringing my hands like a little girl
begging her parents to hurry and come out to the living room on Christmas
morning.
“It’s dark Kelly,” he protested, “And we haven’t unpacked our suitcase
yet and to be honest, I’m bushed after everything today.”
“Who needs bathing suits?” I replied mischievously, “C’mon, last one in
the water has to shower last.”
I used the shower order as a reward because Maria had warned us that they
used solar heaters for the hot water so at night once the hot water was
gone it was gone until the middle of next day or so. Being second to
shower took on a whole new meaning!
Without waiting for him to respond I scampered out the door completely
naked. There were no lights outside, just the moon overhead as I ran to
the water’s edge. It took only a few seconds but still I barely made it
before Steve even with the unfair head start I’d given myself. Holding
hands, we made our way quickly out into the water. I could feel some
sort of grass with my feet now and then but mostly the beach seemed clear
of rocks and anything too yucky.
“Mmmmmmm, now THIS is heaven,” I sighed as he grabbed me and pulled my
wet naked body into his.
We kissed and I tasted salt water on his lips but I didn't care. We
were in the ocean all alone, totally naked with the moon overhead out in
the middle of nowhere in Mexico. What more could I have ever dreamed for
the first night of our honeymoon?
“You know, I’ve never had sex on a beach,” I said to him as we kissed and
fondled one another with the water up to my waist. Mow that my eyes were
accustomed to the dark the light from the moon was almost like a lamp
overhead. It was almost enough that I could have read a book!
I looked back towards the beach and didn't see anyone. I had no idea how
long the other couple would keep drinking and talking but they hadn’t
seemed to be inclined in the least to be leaving when we’d said our
goodbyes. Besides, I got the idea they were pretty open-minded based on
some of the innuendos they’d mentioned once they learned we were
honeymooners.
“Why not?” Steve replied with a grin.
Back at the water’s edge I learned the real reason why I’d beaten Steve
to the water’s edge. A large beach towel lay just beyond the waterline
where he must have dropped it on his way to chase after me. Hmmm, so my
hubby must have had some ideas of his own already! I was actually quite
thankful as I wasn’t relishing the idea of getting sand in places where
it really didn’t belong.
For the next half hour or so, maybe even an hour, Steve and I made love
on the beach. Yes, we made love. Steve wasn't my boyfriend anymore, not
even my fiancé. He was my husband and I was his loving and adoring wife.
For the first time in my life I came to understand what the term “make
love” really meant. Sure we’d had sex the night before and even early
this morning and yet again on the plane. Those were fun times and I
certainly enjoyed them but what we did on that beach towel at the very
edge of the water as the waves came crashing in was like nothing I’d ever
experienced in my entire life.
Not only did I make love for the first time, but I learned a whole new
meaning to the concept of submission. Yes, I’ve always said that I
submit myself to my father but that is because of my biblical obligations
to him as his daughter - the “honor thy parents” thing. I have never
resented those duties, nor would I have changed anything even if I could
have. Even so, it was something I was born into without really being
given any choice in the matter - you can choose your friends but not your
family. You could also say it is sort of like a princess becoming a
queen. Granted she is most likely pleased to do it but it’s not like she
did anything to earn it or had any choice in the matter.
There in the moonlight Steve took me in his powerful arms, picked me up
and then slowly lowered me to the beach. It was like at that moment I
truly became married to him. Oh sure we had the official paperwork and
been through the ceremony but it was at this one special moment in time
that the magic happened. It wasn't something I was waiting for or even
anything I’d ever thought about. Up until now in my mind I was married
to him the moment I said, “I do”.
Yes, SOMETHING special happened. I can’t even really explain it. As I
felt myself held in his arms, then the gentleness as he laid me on my
back, and then that special feeling as he quickly entered me without
saying a word or touching me in any other way, it was like I was
transported to another world.
“Oh Steve, take me.... I’m all yours.... I love you so much,” I said
before even thinking about it as he plunged deeper into me, silently
fucking me as nothing but the sound of the waves broke the silence.
Yes indeed, at that moment I truly DID give myself to him, totally and
irrevocably. I surrendered my very essence to him, complete and total
submission but not in any sense of bondage or domination but rather as
his wife, as his friend and partner for life.
Those were the only words spoken as we made love out in the open in front
of God and the entire world. We moved from position to position, as if
we just knew what the other wanted and when they wanted it. Finally I was
on my back again as he thrust himself again and again deep inside of me.
I sighed out loudly, my third or fourth orgasm rising from deep inside of
me like a volcano eruption. My legs wrapped around him tightly as my
ankles locked and I pulled him into me as my body felt like it was on
fire yet at the same time I was covered with goose bumps.
Finally he came inside of me, spilling load after load of his sperm into
me, mating me as he took me as he so well deserved. Gripping me tightly,
he rolled over so I was on top of him but never letting his cock slip
from my pussy. We laid for what seemed forever, panting and dazed.
“Oh my god Steve... what did we do?” I gasped as it seemed every pore of
my body was tingling with pleasure.
“I don’t know but THAT was incredible,” he replied softly and then we
kissed. He was still inside of me and I could feel him stirring in me.
My body was certainly ready for more but I don’t think emotionally I was
able to take it any further. Somehow everything just seemed soooooo...
perfect. For maybe the first time in my life I felt satisfied sexually -
I mean totally satisfied.
“I don’t want you to ever pull out of me... I want you to stay in me
forever,” I whispered as we kissed yet again and I felt him pull me in
even tighter with his strong arms around me.
Sooner or later of course it had to end and reluctantly we parted. I
tried to stand but almost fell and probably would have had Steve not held
me up.
“Hang on there lover,” he chuckled. Yeah, easy for him to say. I was
the one walking bowlegged!
We slowly made our way back to the cabana. We were both still naked but
somehow that didn't worry me. It was like that was how we SHOULD be at
this moment. To be clothed would have just taken some of the intimacy
away. As we stepped into our cabana I noticed a small light coming from
one of the others. I didn't hear anything but I didn’t remember seeing
the light on before. Had one of the other couples returned while we were
making love? It would have been virtually impossible NOT to have seen us
being the shoreline was so close; not to mention I know there were a few
times I had to have been heard over the waves.
Oh well, who cares? I’d just spent maybe the most special time in my
entire life and if anything I wanted the whole world to know about it!
Chapter 4 - Monday - Visiting the Ruins
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The next morning we somehow managed to wake up and get to breakfast.
Thankfully they served until 8:30 and we made it with fifteen minutes to
spare. I had just thrown on a simple bikini with a sheer wrap around my
waist while Steve wore some shorts and t-shirt. The older German couple
were still there but there was no sign of the younger Australians.
“Have a good night?” Maria greeted us. We just smiled at first and then
Steve assured her that everything was going well so far. She seemed to
hesitate and then added, “You know, I probably should have mentioned this
but you might want to be careful about going in the water after dusk.
That’s when the smaller fish come in which means dinner time for the
larger ones.”
My heart skipped a beat for two reasons. First, what exactly did she
mean by “larger” fish or for that matter larger what? Second, how did she
even know we’d been in the water as all told we were actually the ocean
only for a short while? She didn't offer any details and I wasn't about
to ask. Some things are better left unsaid.
While we ate breakfast Maria sat down with us and offered some advice on
where to go so as to maximize our short stay. I was a bit overwhelmed at
all the activities there was to do within just a day’s round trip drive
and to think we only had three full days. One thing that caught my eye
were the Mayan ruins, especially with all the flurry of late about 2012
and the end of the world stuff. It wasn't that I believed any of it, but
it was interesting all the same. Maria offered us two options.
The largest and perhaps one of the most famous sites in Yucatan Mexico
was called Chichen Itza. According to the brochure, eighteen structures
have been restored over the years. Pyramid Kukulcan is the tallest of
them and allows a view from the top of all Chichen Itza. During the
Spring and Fall equinoxes, the setting sun creates shadows down the steps
of the pyramid that resemble a snake descending. Maria explained that
this was a popular event and usually draws big crowds so it was probably
good that it was still several weeks away. It sounded interesting but
was quite a drive, too far for today being we were getting started so
late.
The other recommendation Maria had for us was Cobá which was suppose to
be one of the most important archaeological sites in the area. I read
that it was built between two lakes during the Classic Period (600-900
A.D.) and was at one time a very large city spread over 80 square
kilometers. The main pyramid, Nohoch Mul meaning 'large hill', is 42
meters tall (138 feet) and is the highest in the Yucatan peninsula.
Another pyramid known as Templo de la Iglesia, (Temple of the Church), is
second in height at Cobá and from its summit there is a spectacular view
of a nearby lake. The good news was that it was only a couple of hours
away. Maria also told us that it was that being so far from Cancun it
was much less crowded plus they allowed people to climb one of the
pyramids - something that had been stopped at Chichen Itza a few years
back due to the damage being done to the pyramid by tourists.
Maria offered to have box lunches prepared for us while we got ready to
go so we wouldn’t have to worry about where we ate or be stuck paying
exorbitant tourists prices. She was so helpful and personal and again I
thought about how much better this was than staying at a large chain
hotel.
Maria also recommended that I wear shorts instead of the bikini I was
wearing at the moment. She noted that while most anything was tolerated
in places like Cancun, most of Mexico was more conservative and I would
probably find people more helpful if I didn't overly flaunt myself. She
laughed when she saw the downcast expression on my face and assured me I
didn't have to wear TOO much. She seemed to have me all figured out
already and we’d been there just over twelve hours.
Back in our cabana I selected a nice pair of red shorts that covered my
butt but still left just about all my tanned legs exposed. I thought
about sticking with the bikini top but I hadn’t found any in the suitcase
that didn't fall in the “slut” category. Evidently my mom assumed I’d be
flaunting myself all week. There was a cute little camisole that I
hadn’t seen before which she must have bought for me. It was white with
pink letters saying “bride” outlined by some glitter-like highlights. It
looked way too small but it stretched out and actually held my boobs in
tightly which helped support me as there wasn't a single bra - or pair of
panties for that matter, in the suitcase. I giggled a little to myself
about that. That was so like my mom!
My plans were that for the time being I would stick with my flip-flops
but Maria warned us to pack good shoes as we would be doing a lot of
walking and if we decided to climb the pyramid then solid shoes were a
must as it wasn't exactly built to be tourist-friendly. Fortunately my
mom had packed a pair of sneakers so I grabbed them and put them in a bag
along with some toiletries and a roll of toilet paper - another Maria
recommendation which would later prove to be a life-saver.
Once we were ready we stopped by the kitchen where the cook had our
lunches ready along with some bottles of water in a plastic bag with some
ice around it. Maria wished us a good trip and warned about not
drinking anything that wasn't in a sealed container - and no ice either
while we were on the road. I hadn’t thought about the no-ice policy but
once she mentioned it then it made perfect sense.
As we drove I was a bit surprised at how few cars we encountered. The
Cancun area had been packed but down here it was much more relaxed and
quiet. We would pass through towns where things would pick up but
between them there were only a few cars with more trucks that anything.
I also noted that we passed several tour buses which apparently were
bringing people out from the cruise ships that pulled into the town that
was near our inn.
Once other thing about the Jeep - it didn't exactly offer much privacy.
Had we been in a car I might have teased Steve a bit but I was acutely
aware of Maria’s warnings about being too slutty while in public. The
LAST thing I wanted was to be in a foreign country, especially Mexico,
and get in any kind of trouble with the police. As fun as things might
have been, nothing was worth that kind of risk.
We finally found our way in a small town where we wound around to the
entrance. There was a large gravel parking lot with the entrance to the
ruins at the one end with one side filled by a number of vendors selling
their wares. Steve found a tree to park the Jeep under so it wouldn’t be
quite as broiling hot when we got back. I slipped on some white anklets
and put on my sneakers, grabbed a bottle of water and we were ready for
our first adventure in Mexico.
At the entrance we found that you had to buy tickets which was no
problem. There had been a couple of tour buses ahead of us but they
must have been there for a while as the line was only a few people long
so all the tourists must have already passed through.
According to the signs, it was a good mile or more to get to the furthest
ruin which also happened to be the one I was most interested in. That
didn’t seem too far but by now the sun was already getting hot and the
trail wasn't exactly paved. One of the first things we came across was
the equivalent of a taxi stand except instead of motor vehicles they were
large three-wheeled bicycles with a seat for up to three people mounted
behind the driver. They were lined up just like the taxis at the airport
and apparently you were suppose to take the next one in line. Although
they all were different colors and the drivers varied widely in demeanor
and appearances, I doubted that it really made a whole lot of difference
in the end which one you got. Steve paid some guy sitting in a small
shack who then told the next guy in line to take us on our way.
OK, so maybe the Jeep isn’t the most comfortable riding means of
transportation but it was an absolute Cadillac compared to this bike! The
path was filled with potholes, not all of which could be avoided.
Fortunately our driver was a young kid who I felt sorry for being he
seemed way too small to be peddling the two of us. One good thing was
that he spoke excellent English and was quite the exuberant tour guide as
he pedaled along. Granted, I knew he would be expecting a tip at the end
but he was well worth it as he pointed out many things we would have
missed on our own.
Along the way we stopped at several sites which were explained in the
brochure they’d given us at the ticket counter. There was this large
round stone that had been carved quite intricately which our driver
pulled up next to. He said something about it being the god of fertility
or something like that and then he grinned and I saw him checking me out
a bit. Steve seemed quite excited but I poked him in the side to bring
him back to his senses!
Eventually we reached the end of the trail. With all the jungle about us
even then it was hard to see the pyramid until we were almost upon it.
Wow! It was huge! Our driver parked in an area where the bikes all seemed
to be gathered. I saw there was a small stand set up to sell souvenirs
and food so I asked our guide if he wanted anything to drink. He
politely refused but I insisted until he finally caved in and admitted he
liked Diet Coke. I laughed and told him that it was my favorite drink as
well. He really seemed to really appreciate it when I came back and gave
it to him.
Steve had been taking photos with his phone and I poked him when I was
ready. It startled him a bit and then I realized what he had been taking
his last photo of - a couple of young girls running around while their
weary parents were taking a rest. Apparently they’d decided to make the
hike on foot and seeing their exhaustion made me glad we’d chosen to pay
the ten dollars (plus tip). Besides, I would have sworn it was a lot
more than a mile!
“See something you like?” I teased him.
Steve put his arm around me and gave me a kiss. “Mmmmmmm, yes, right in
my arms.”
I playfully punched him on the shoulder. “Don’t try and weasel your way
out of it, I saw what was on your phone.”
Steve appeared a little embarrassed, undoubtedly more because I’d nailed
him than for what he’d been doing.
“Hey, they’re cute so don’t let me stop you,” I tried to assure him.
Indeed, the girls looked to be maybe ten/eleven and thirteen/fourteen,
most likely sisters given the circumstances. They were both wearing
loose shorts that barely came down their thighs with tank tops that bared
their midriffs. The younger one was just starting to show the beginning
signs of puberty while the older one was well on her way with actual
boobs, a flat stomach and legs that were proportionally longer than most.
Both were blondes with tans that indicated they’d been spending a lot of
time in the sun.
“So which one do you want?” I tease him some more.
Steve didn't even hesitate when he replied, “Oh the younger one for sure.
I’ betting the older one already been broken in.”
Gee, why wasn't I surprised? “Pervert,” I taunted him and pushed him on
towards the pyramid.
There are some things that you either have to accept with someone or just
forget about being with them. In my old psychology classes, sexual
deviancy was often discussed. Sometimes I use to get the idea that
psychiatry was nothing more than a scam to let guys talk about their
sexual fantasies. Still, one thing that was consistently drilled into us
was that sexual preferences were extremely difficult to change once they
were established. That was the basis behind the sexual predator lists as
it has been recognized that you can jail a man for his actions but you
can’t change the desires and lust that caused him to act out the way he
did.
When it came to sex, Steve was a lot like my dad in some ways and totally
different in others. For instance, my dad had been into incest from the
day my mother first revealed to him that her dad was fucking her since
she’d been barely a teenager. Granted, I know that even if I was to
refuse to cater to his desires that he would still love me as much as he
ever did. Still that dark desire and fervent lust would always be there
just under the surface, trying to burst out.
On the other hand Steve refused to engage in incest and always had even
when the opportunity was there. His own sister practically threw herself
at him when they were teens to which he simply ignored her. Even though
there was one time when things got out of hand, since that day he has
refused to have sex with his mother, even though it’s obvious the two of
them both want it.
Where the two most important men in my life converge is their lust for
young girls. Neither of them was into anything extreme - no six year-
olds or kinky stuff like that but when it came to the ten to fourteen age
bracket, maybe as high as sixteen if they were a little immature for
their age, both of them had the same philosophy - go for it. My dad had
always been into it based on the huge porn collection he maintained while
I was growing up. Still, he never acted on those desires out of respect
for my mother’s feelings about adultery. Eventually he was rewarded
with the virginity of his youngest niece when she was fourteen but there
was never anything that age or younger until after the divorce and my
Aunt Linda moved in with him. Aunt Linda seemed to have connections with
the right groups which is how my dad got to finally act out the fantasies
he’d kept buried for decades.
My Aunt Linda was also responsible for “converting” my husband - who was
my fiance at the time. Noticing his eye for younger girls when we were
out in public, she introduced him to the same people she had gotten my
dad involved with and Steve was hooked! I don’t really “blame” my aunt as
had not those feelings and desires been already in place then nothing she
did would’ve persuaded him to do it.
Leaving the sexy little girls behind, we walked across a grassy area to
the base of the pyramid. Holy crap, it looked even larger when you were
standing next to it. It was easy to see why Maria had warned me about
the shoes. There were no true “steps” to climb. Instead, you had to
work your way up the stones that made up the pyramid, sometimes several
feet in one step. Also important to remember, this was no American theme
park with OSHA and such keeping you safe. There were no handrails
whatsoever or any other type of safety devices. On slip and it was a
LONG way down if you landed wrong.
“You really up for this?” Steve asked me, “It’s a long ways to the top
and it’s starting to get really hot.”
“Bet I do it better than you,” I challenged him. Steve was actually in a
LOT better shape than I was but I had a secret weapon to keep him behind
me - my ass. Talk about WMD’s, LOL.
About half-way up I was seriously questioning my sanity for choosing to
do this. While the steps got shorter as I climbed, they became narrower
as well and once when I was stupid enough to look down a sense of vertigo
struck me and I had to sit down and rest my back against the pyramid. My
chest was heaving and my poor knees were getting a little sore from the
climbing. Steve was about two steps below me, taking photos of me as
he’d been doing for the entire trip up.
“Flash your boobs,” he encouraged me.
“Steve!” I admonished him. There were maybe a half dozen people in my
line of sight below and ahead of us. Judging from the voices there may
have been two or three at the top as well. Whether or not anyone could
have actually seen me was difficult to judge but then you never know who
has a telescopic lens on their camera or even a set of binoculars.
“Oh come on, I’ve got a ton of your butt so let’s see some T to go with
the A.”
Glancing about, I grabbed the bottom of my cami with both hands, took a
deep breath and quickly pulled it up to my neck, exposing my entire bust,
then just as quickly pulling it back down again.
“You gotta warn me if you’re gonna do it that fast!” he complained,
playing with his camera to get the right shot. “One more time, c’mon you
know you love it.”
Well, I couldn't argue with THAT so once again I did a quick look-see and
lifted it back up again. It felt good to allow the air to caress my
sweating boobs but after about two second I lowered it back down again.
“That was better,” he announced with a grin, check out the images on the
camera.
I resumed my climb and resolved NOT to look back down again until I
reached the top. Finally I crawled - and I do mean crawled, over the
last of the stones and then stood up in triumph, my arms over my head
like I was in some Rocky movie at the top of the stairs in Philadelphia.
Steve was not far behind and when he finally got to the top we hugged and
kissed - well away from the edge mind you!
Wow, what a view! I tried to imagine how this must have been so many
hundreds of years again when the Mayans built this and stood here for the
first time. It was positively breath-taking. At the top was some sort
of stone structure that was taped off with signs that said it was
dangerous and not to enter. I took them for their word. The pyramid was
surrounded on three sides by jungle with only the front being climbable,
or at least by normal human beings. Soon I learned that there were three
people on the far side, taking photos and talking. It seemed to be some
Russian or eastern Europe language and if they also spoke English they
didn't volunteer any information. Seeing the two of us seemed to cause
them to finish up whatever they were doing and start to make their way
down, leaving me and Steve all alone at the top.
“Now is this cool or is this cool?” I gushed, looking out over the
horizon at the dense jungle below us. Up this high a nice breeze was
blowing and it felt so much better than it had down in the jungle under
the trees with all the humidity mixed in as well.
“Actually I was thinking it was pretty hot myself,” Steve said, planting
his hand firmly on my butt, squeezing the cheek in his grip.
“Now now, down big guy!” I joked, pretending to try to run away from him.
He followed me and grabbed me in his arms, pulling me in tightly to him
which made me aware that it was definitely hot here, at least so far as
his dick was concerned.
“Did I ever say I loved you?” he said, his intent obvious. Whenever he
started out with those words I knew what was not far behind...
“C’mon, let’s do it before anyone else gets up here.” And there it was...
“You’re kidding?” I replied, feigning mock astonishment at his blatantly
horny condition.
“Hmmmmmm, is this the same girl who was running around nude in the ocean
last night?” he mused, “the girl who wanted it on the beach right in
front of our neighbors? My god, who are you and what have you done with
my Kelly?”
“You’re so silly,” I sighed but I was getting just as turned on he was.
As high as we were anyone would have a hard time figuring out what we
were doing even if we stood at the edge and they had a telescope. Being
behind the structure effectively put us into total privacy, hundreds of
feet above the jungle floor in the middle of the Yucatan Peninsula.
Lifting my cami up over my boobs, I twirled around for him and then I
undid my shorts and let them hang open in front, still covering
everything but offering a provocative hint of what was hidden a bit
lower.
“Oh no, you’re not getting off THAT easy,” he chastened me, “Strip... I
like my women naked when I fuck them, just like those Indian girls they
use to sacrifice up here. You just KNOW those priests had to all be
pedophiles. Why else insist they all be virgins?”
I didn't need remind him that while I may be able to get naked for him, I
wasn’t a nubile young girl anymore and as for being a virgin... now THAT
was funny.”
“Anyone coming?” I asked him as I pulled my cami up and over my head,
laying it down carefully on a ledge. It’s not like I had a backup in
case the wind blew away what little I had to wear as it was.
“Nawwwwww, there’s that family we saw but they’re way down there. I
can't imagine them making it all the way anyway,” Steve said after
checking again. Then he grinned and added, “But then again... talking
about nubile young virgins to sacrifice...”
“Hey mister, ain’t these good enough for ya?” I asked as I cupped my now
freed boobs in my hand and juggled them for him. “And speaking of
pussy... why worry about what you CAN’T have and concentrate on what you
CAN?”
By then my shorts had dropped to the stone floor and I lifted them up
with one foot and carefully secured them along with the cami, leaving me
in just my sneakers which I had no intention of removing. Playing the
role of the naked sacrifice was one thing, killing my feet was another.
“Hang on, I can’t let this go by without recording it for posterity,” he
urged me, putting his hand out to keep me at bay. He took a few pics
with his phone and then switched it to video mode and had me pretend to
be a tour guide - albeit a naked naughty tour guide.
“Had enough?” I asked seductively, moving in closer to him. Judging from
the tent in his shorts he was ready, no doubt about THAT.
Steve undid his shorts and dropped them, leaving them in a heap as he
stepped toward me with his hard cock pointing out at me like an ancient
Mayan spear. Amazingly we’d gone the entire day so far without sex,
something I had not envisioned as even being possible on our honeymoon!
“Eat me,” I whispered hoarsely to him as I put my foot up on a stone and
spread my legs apart for him. Like most guys, Steve sometime got too
anxious to get his dick taken care of and would forget that I had needs
as well.
Steve grinned at me and knelt on one knee in front of me, reaching around
grabbing my butt in his hands, pulling me into his face like he was about
to consume a watermelon. I watched as his tongue reached out and started
to lick my clit as his nose pressed into me.
“Oh yeah... right there Steve,” I sighed as it was all I could do not to
just jump up in the air.
He moved down, reaching with his tongue inside my pussy while his nose
rubbed on my clit. One of his hands released my butt and he reached
under his chin to push a finger into my pussy. I was soaking wet already
so he put a second in me as he lapped my pussy slit like a cat at a bowl
of milk.
God it felt so good! I loved the feel of his face in my crotch as I
looked at over the surrounding jungle. I could hear voices from down
further but couldn’t see anyone where they were at. They sounded a long
ways off so I wasn't worried.
“Oh my god,” I groaned as he took my clit between his teeth and gently
tugged on it while he licked it with his tongue.
Then he put it between his lips and tugged on it even more. I grabbed
his head with both hands and pulled him into me as my orgasm made me
shake. I humped my crotch into his face, almost fucking his tongue as I
did.
“This time I want you to fuck me,” I murmured to him as I shivered with
goose bumps all over me, “Let me be your virgin sacrifice.”
Leaning against the structure with my back to the jungle, I moved my feet
out away from the wall and spread them in the universal “fuck me from
behind” position. Indeed, it was one Steve was well acquainted with! He
was already hard as the stoned we were standing on and my pussy was as
wet as the jungle below us as he moved in behind me and with no further
fanfare pushed his dick up into the pussy that was being offered to him.
“Oh yeah, that feels soooooo good Steve,” I sighed as he began to fuck me
quick and hard. Steve’s hand reached round me and cupped my boobs, then
grabbing onto them to squeeze them and caress them as his cock thrust in
me time after time without a break. Then after a while he pulled out of
me, twisting me around and moving over to where a smaller stone was all
by itself on the flat stone floor.
One thing good about our honeymoon was that we didn't have to teach each
other about sex but rather could enjoy ourselves in whole different ways.
Placing my foot up on the rock, I spread my legs apart giving Steve full
access to my crotch and wet pussy. Standing in between my legs, I put my
arms around his neck as he reentered me again, fucking me as my boobs
jiggled up and down against his strong chest.
“Oh Steve, just look!” I sighed as I peered over his shoulder and
marveled at the view below us. It was like he was fucking me up in the
clouds as we overlooked the surrounding jungle.
While I didn't want to ruin the moment, I did know that this was NOT a
sacrificial pyramid form the brochure that Steve had refused to read.
Still, why break the mood with facts when the fantasy was so much more
fun? Besides, I was sure that there WERE pyramids such as this were
ritualistic sacrifice DID take place and in general, it was accepted that
the priests had sex with their virgin sacrifices just before slipping a
knife between the ribs. Well, that’s one method of birth control but not
one I would condone.
“Damn I’m almost there,” he groaned, “Suck me... be my little Indian
slave girl and let me cum all over you.”
Now the history books never mentioned blasting the girls’ faces with cum
but I suppose it might have been true. Besides, I doubted that cumming
on a girl is something invented solely by western civilizations.
Instead of subjecting my already sore knees to further abuse, I just bent
them and squatted down in front of Steve. He started to stroke himself
but I pushed his hand away from his dick and took control. There was no
way we were going down THAT path where he jerk off at the end. If he was
going to cum, then I was going to be one to make him do it.
“Almost there, let me shoot it in,” he gasped as he started to pull from
my mouth. Well, I suppose that was a workable compromise. Besides, he
was so close to cumming that it would probably only take one or two more
strokes needed to get the job done.
“Oh fuck!” he groaned, almost growling actually like a caged animal. The
first couple of shots made it safely into my mouth and onto my waiting
tongue but after that all bets were off. The next one landed on my
forehead and then my boobs and the rest just went everywhere. Typical
man, can’t hit anything with it, not even the toilet bowl.
I was about to make some smart-ass remark about his poor aim when
suddenly I heard voices - children voices as in young girls. Holy crap,
either time had gone warping by or that family was a lot more ambitious
than I’d given them credit for being.
“Shit,” was all Steve said as he reached for his shorts while I moved
quickly to get my own clothes. Fortunately neither of us had much to put
on which was for the best as no sooner than I was able to get dressed
than the voices suddenly got louder and I realized that they’d made it to
the top and must now be on the opposite of the roped-off structure.
Well, the good news was that Steve had cum so at least his erection would
start to die down rather than keep poking out as it had been not so long
ago. The bad news was I knew I had to look a wreck and I didn’t have so
much as a hanky to wipe myself off with. It was too late to do anything
as the girls came scampering around and then stopped dead in their tracks
when they saw they were not alone.
“Sorry, we didn't know you were here,” the older one apologized. Yes,
just as Steve suspected this one was no stranger to “adult” issues as she
took one look at Steve’s crotch and then at me and immediately sized up
the situation. Her younger sister seemed more clueless although I had
the idea that would be changing before much longer at the rate her sister
was going.
“Suzie? Mandy?” I heard her mother calling and then she too appeared. If
her daughter caught on pretty quick, her mother took only an instant to
make her own assessment of what had been going on. She sternly told her
girls to go back to their father and then as soon as they were out of
sight she turned to me - not to Steve but to me.
“Slut!” she practically spit out, “How could you do such a thing with
young children around?”
I started to say something in my defense but she would have none of it,
motioning for me to shut up while she dug through the bag tied around her
waist, finally pulling out some hand wipes, the type you tore open and
then tried to use before all the alcohol evaporated.
“here, now clean yourself off, you look disgusting.”
As I tore the first one open, she turned her wrath on Steve. “And as for
YOU, don’t let me see you standing in front of my daughters ever again
with that... THING sticking out like that, hear me?”
To be honest it was all I could do to keep from bursting out laughing at
her. Did she really think her girls were so innocent? Well, maybe the
younger one but certainly not the older girl. Why was I getting the idea
that mom was clueless about her daughters, especially the teenager?
After the third wipe I felt like I had most, if not all of Steve’s cum
off of me. I’d gotten lucky and his aim had been a little low so most of
it was on my face, cheeks and chest without hitting my hair. THAT would
have been a while different story in terms of getting it out here and now
without a shower.
“So I take it a blowjob from you is out of the question?” Steve asked her
so innocently. I about burst out loud laughing at his audacity.
“You’re nothing but a sick, perverted man,” she spit out at him and then
turned to go back to her family, leaving the two of us alone momentarily.
No sooner had she gotten out of sight than we both broke out in the
largest of grins and did our best not to burst out laughing so she
wouldn’t hear us.
“Let’s go you sick perverted man,” I said with a sly smile. We made our
way to the other side and passed the others. The mom refused to look at
us and when her husband started to turn to look at me she grabbed him by
the arm and gave a look that should have turned him to stone. She didn't
have enough arms to control her entire family and I noticed the older
daughter couldn't take her eyes off of Steve’s still bulging crotch.
Yep, she was looking more and more like a slut the more I saw of her.
If the climb up had been tiresome and difficult, it was nothing compared
to the climb down. The view was frightening and I knew that one wrong
step and I would get to the bottom a lot faster than I intended. It was
a bit of an eye opener as I knew nothing like this would ever be allowed
back home, at least not for the general public.
Thankfully our loyal driver was waiting for us when we returned. By then
I needed another drink so I bought a bottle of water at the stand before
we started back. As we looked back at the pyramid one last time, I could
see the family was still at the top. I wondered if Steve would be
jerking off later imaging he was all alone at the top with two the young
daughters and their hot mother. I could only imagine what history
lessons he’d be teaching her at the expense of her daughters’ virginity!
By the time we made it back to the inn it was almost dusk already. It
was really my fault as I insisted that we make a number of stops at
various roadside marketplaces to do some souvenir shopping and just
general window-shopping. One thing I’d caught onto real quick was that
many of the places seemed to be nothing more than outlets for the same
warehouse as I would see the same crap at all of them. Still, there were
a few unique stores that had some really cool stuff for sale. The prices
were always high to start with but with a little finagling you could
always work it down quite a bit.
Another thing I learned was that the women running them much preferred to
bargain with Steve than me. Maria had been spot on the mark when she
warned me about being overly “showy” around the working-class Mexican
women. This was definitely NOT Cancun where they catered to half-naked
college girls and rich MILFs seeking to relive their youth. Deference
and respect were the keys to getting what you needed out in the general
population.
Back at the inn supper was being prepared so it gave us time to shower
and clean up before we had to sit next to people after sweating all day,
especially given the climb we made up the pyramid. Everyone was there
when it came time to call for supper and I sat next to the younger girl,
although as it turned out Kathleen was a few years older than me. Over
supper I learned that she and her husband had spent their own honeymoon
here and now they had returned to celebrate their fifth anniversary.
Everyone listened politely to our tales from the day although we left a
few parts out of course. There was one interesting moment when I
mentioned my fear of falling and how dangerous it was for them to allow
just anyone to climb without anyone watching or having emergency services
nearby just in case of an accident.
“Don’t be deceived Kelly,’ Maria cut in, “Things here aren’t always as
crude and backwards around here as they may seem.”
From there she explained how she had gone on a tour of the ruins with a
local business club to familiarize them with the place so they could
advise their clients. She said she wasn't suppose to say anything about
it but now that we’d been there and probably wouldn’t be going back it
should be OK. To my surprise she explained how the entire place was
under 24 hour surveillance by hidden cameras. Should anything happen,
police or rescue crews were only minutes away in the nearby town by
helicopter.
“So you see Kelly,” she concluded, “you really were a lot safer than you
might have known... and a lot less private as well.” Everyone around the
table laughed when she added something about how many times the
surveillance crews had watched people do all sorts of strange things when
they thought nobody could see them.
“Something wrong Kelly,” Maria asked me as I felt the blood leave my
face.
“Oh no... just too much sun I guess,” I responded weakly.
“Well you may have noticed that the locals actually cover most of their
bodies in the sun. It may look like they should be hotter but actually
they stay much more comfortable than those crazy tourist running around
half naked.”
She winked at me with a sly grin and everyone laughed again as they knew
who THAT remark was addressed to. Still, I knew she meant no harm so I
didn't take offense. Now I just wondered if they kept video tapes from
those cameras.
Suddenly Maria’s face lit up and everyone laughed even harder this time
as I sat there bewildered.
“Oh Kelly, you’re something else,” Maria giggled, “Don’t worry, there are
no cameras there although there IS a helicopter nearby on standby but
that’s for the entire area, not just the ruins.”
Even Steve was laughing and I wasn't sure if he was in on the joke or not
but in either case he seemed to find it hilarious. Hmmmmmm, I would have
to get even with him sooner or later for this one!
Chapter 5 - Tuesday - Snorkeling the Wreck
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The next morning I was again the first to wake. It was only 6:30 so I
let Steve sleep as I got out of bed to use the toilet. I was extra
careful to wash off my pussy to rid it of Steve’s cum that had dried on
it after we’d had sex before falling asleep exhausted in each other’s
arms. When I was finished I dusted myself lightly with some Johnson’s
baby powder. Starting back in high school Steve had always loved the
fresh smell of it on me even more than any of the fancy perfumes.
Wrapping a towel around me, I tucked in the ends into my cleavage and
grabbed my iPad before common sense hit me. We’d left any reception
miles away and other than a small hot zone set up inside the inn we were
cut off from all outside communication. Even our cell phones were at
zero bars unless you went to the inn’s roof and held your phone up as
high as you could reach and even then it was barely one bar. Frustrated,
I picked up a couple travel brochures and went out to the porch to lay in
the hammock.
Now this was the life! The large hammock wrapped around me like a cocoon
as the breeze blew in off ocean smelling of seawater. Various breeds of
birds were flying and making all sounds of strange sounds as the waves
crashed into the beach. It must have been high tide as the water’s edge
seemed even closer than it had before. In fact, I could’ve picked up one
of the sea shells on the porch and easily pitched it into the water.
Nobody else seemed to be stirring and it was like I was a million miles
from civilization. Yes... this was heaven!
As I relaxed, the door to the cabana next to ours opened and out walked
Kathleen. She too had a robe around her but hers was just around her
waist, leaving her bare from the waist up. Judging from the total lack
of tan lines, this was obviously not something unusual for her. Her long
straight black hair hung down over her shoulders and down to her small
breasts. She looked beautiful! She had a mug in her hand but I couldn't
tell what she was drinking. If it was coffee then she must have already
been up to the inn as there was not enough power in the cabanas to run a
coffeemaker.
Watching Kathleen, I felt a stirring between my legs. I could only
imagine what might lie under that white towel. She turned back to the
door for a moment and I saw a hint of a tramp stamp on her lower back
although it was low enough that the towel hid it for the most part.
Whatever was on her mind she must have changed it because she turned back
again and this time went to the edge of the porch where the stairs led
down to the sandy beach. The rising sun was up enough to highlight her
in a soft glow, further emphasizing her tan and perfect figure. Whether
I moved or whatever, she suddenly notice I was there and she waved over
and called out to me.
“Good morning Kelly, I see you’re an early morning riser as well.”
I about burst out laughing at that one. Boy, she really didn't know me,
did she?
I replied with a good morning of my own as she walked over and stepped up
on our porch and took a seat on one of the chairs, crossing her legs
which left VERY little to the imagination considering she wasn't using
one of the larger towels that were available.
“I just love it out here in the early morning,” she sighed, “So
peaceful... so relaxing.”
I simply LOVED her accent. I know people always confuse a British and
Australian accent but to me the Aussie version is much more lyrical and
carefree compared to the stodgy British style.
She stood up and dropped the towel, then used it to line the chair for
her to sit on. Once again taking her seat, she crossed her thin legs
again but this time a bit more slowly... or was it just my imagination.
“Oh I hope you don’t mind,” she said, putting her hand to her mouth as if
she had done something wrong. “I guess I just get use to it being so
private here and nobody usually cares.”
“Oh no... not at all,” I assured her. I wanted so badly to take my own
towel off just then but I felt it might be taken the wrong way for me to
strip down right after she had exposed herself to me. Then again, maybe
I was more afraid she WOULD take it the right way.
“You seem cool,” she smiled, “I sort of figured that after you guys had
that little show the first night.” My face must have colored a bit. So
there HAD been someone watching us. At least now I knew who.
“I hope you didn't mind,” she started to apologize, “If anything I owe
you one. After you guys were done Kyle was on me like it was OUR first
night of our honeymoon.” Then she gave a nervous sort of giggle and
added, “You know, I think we did it in the exact same spot our first
night, must be something about that location.”
For the next twenty minutes or so we talked about our weddings and their
honeymoon five years ago. Kathleen was such a pleasant, down-to-earth
woman which made her as easy to talk to as if she had been my closest
friend for years. When she mentioned she did social work and counseling
it didn't surprise me in the least. Then she added that she specialized
in child abuse situation which perked my ears.
“Oh Kelly, it makes me so sad at times,” she went on, almost crying, “You
wouldn't believe what some fathers do to their own daughters... the
depraved and perverted acts. The worst ones are the sly ones, the ones
who train them when they’re young and convince them that it’s all good
and that it’s their duty or something like that to be their father’s
little sex toy. I mean, how can anyone DO that to such a precious gift
from God?”
Whoa, now this could get touchy. I knew better than to even begin to
debate what she was telling me and actually for the most part I agreed
with everything she said. Indeed, in the vast majority of incest
situations I would agree that incest is used as an excuse by a perverted
father to use his daughter for nothing more than his own sick pleasure.
Still, I wanted to tell her that it wasn’t 100% true, that there WERE
fathers who truly loved their daughters and only did what they thought
was best for them. I wanted to tell her that there WERE daughters who
were not brainwashed but really DID love their fathers and wanted nothing
more than to please them in any way they could. Just because I submitted
to my father didn't mean he had “trained” me to be that way.
Before it could get too weird the door to the cabana opened up again and
out stepped Kyle, her husband. My eyes widened just a bit as I saw he
was totally nude with a large handsome dick hanging down proudly from his
crotch. He also had shaved totally which further emphasized the size of
his cock although I still preferred a bush on a man.
“Kathie?” he called out, shielding his eyes from the sun which was now
shining brightly onto their porch.
“Over here babe,” she answered, “I’m just talking to Kelly. Come on
over.”
Without any hesitation Kyle made his way to where we were sitting. As he
did, Kathleen explained, “You’ll have to excuse my husband, he’s from a
nudist family and getting him to wear clothes unnecessarily is like
teaching an old dog a new trick - impossible.”
Kyle too the remaining chair next to his wife. Unlike her, he didn't
bother crossing his legs but just leaned back with his legs wide apart,
totally oblivious to his nudity. Well, maybe Kathleen was accustomed to
her handsome husband walking around naked but I certainly wasn't. Damn,
he was gorgeous! Thoughts of how Steve wanted to swap with other couple
once we got married ran through my head. I don’t think he meant to do
anything like that on our honeymoon but now I was having some naughty
thoughts...
I pretended to have to stretch after laying so long in the hammock which
caused my own towel to fall away, revealing my nudity to them. If I had
hoped for any response from them it was quickly dashed as they just
accepted it as something normal - which for them most likely was.
Kathleen did have one comment though.
“You really do have a nice figure Kelly... do you work out?”
I pretended to be embarrassed by the compliment and told her that while I
probably SHOULD, I didn't.
“Well, you might try it some time. It’s more than just for maintaining
weight, it drives your body rhythm and enzymes and just makes you feel
better all over. I find it even helps with the sex drive, right babe?”
she said as she nodded her head towards Kyle.
Kyle just smiled and reached over to squeeze her hand. They seemed like
quite the couple, like none I’d ever known before. Their easy-going
attitude and non- sexual way of addressing nudity and sex was refreshing.
Maria made her appearance then. If she was surprised to see the three of
us having a conversation in the nude she didn't show it.
“Breakfast is ready. I just thought I’d let you know as I knew you guys
were getting an early start.”
Kathleen looked to me and said, “We’re going deep sea fishing today.”
That sounded pretty cool although visions of seasickness came to mind.
I’d looked at some brochures and it looked like fun but boy was it
expensive!
I excused myself, explaining I had to wake up my sleepy head. Neither of
them seemed to catch the double innuendo - maybe it was a language thing.
In any case, they said their goodbyes and headed back to their cabana, to
put on some clothing I assumed!
Steve was still sound asleep. He had the covers thrown off and as usual
was flat on his back with a raging hard-on going. Hmmm, either he was
having one heck of a dream or he was going to be heading to the toilet as
soon as he woke up. Maybe he was thinking about those two daughters we’d
met yesterday...
I decided to rinse off quickly again in the shower. As much as I loved
to lay out next to the ocean, the breeze must have been heavily laden
with the salt from the ocean as I felt like I was covered with a light
film. The water was lukewarm at best which made my nipples stick out like
missiles. Still, I felt refreshed and ready to go as Steve was making
himself slowly out of bed. He shuffled over to the toilet where sure
enough, he must have pissed a quart!
I once heard it said you know you’re engaged when you share a toothbrush
but you know you’re married when you share the bathroom. Watching Steve
pissing into the toilet was not exactly the most erotic sight for me in
the world. Maybe it stemmed from my early years when I first started
sucking on cocks and lived in mortal fear that a guy was going to piss in
my mouth. Pissing was bad enough but I just couldn't stand being in the
same room when someone was taking a dump. Perhaps that was part of my
anti-anal fetish coming out, who knows?
Steve finished and turned to me, s sigh of relief escaping as he greeted
me. He reached forward to kiss me but I turned my head and gave him a
peck on the cheek. Morning breath... Now had he started out by eating my
pussy first, THEN he could have kissed me! I felt his dick against my
belly but I was going to wait until he’d cleaned up. I don’t have any
great cleanliness issues so long as the guy takes decent care of himself
but again, he’d JUST peed and I would rather wait until he either washed
or at least “drip dried” for a while before I took it again in my mouth.
“By the way, I just met our neighbors,” I said as he brushed his tooth,
“Did you know they were nudists?”
THAT got his attention but he was doing his best to pretend to me all
macho and nonchalant. I knew him better than that, especially when the
girl was hot.
“Kathleen has an incredible all-over tan,” I continued, laying it on
thick and heavy, “Nice boobs too... and they’re real.”
Steve rinsed out his mouth and turned to grin at me. “Hmmmmmm, so what
do you think? Would they be interested?”
I knew what he meant by that but it didn't bother me. For some girls, to
be married just a couple of days and have their husband suggest a swap
with a couple they barely knew might have been a bit offensive to say the
least. Fortunately I knew my husband better than that to take such a
thing personally. Heck he WAS a guy after all! Better he be open about
his feelings and urges than sneak around behind my back.
“Not a chance,” I said, shaking my head.
Although that line of conversation hadn’t come up, based on her other
comments I had a pretty good idea what her reaction would be if I was to
ask her if she wanted to swap cabanas for a night. It was funny in a
way. It just confirmed something I already knew - that the people least
likely to be sexually active with other people were the ones most people
would think would be the most likely - nudists. I guess it is just
another illustration of how familiarity takes away the erotic nature.
It’s along the same lines of why strippers don’t reveal it all until just
before the end. It’s what people do NOT see that really turns them on
much more so than what is exposed.
Steve finally finished shaving, shivering a bit as the cold water
splashed against his face.
“Are you going to shower and fuck me or what?” I finally said a bit
exasperated.
Steve wrapped his arms around his nude body and pretended to shiver.
“That water is ice cold!”
“Well I guess it just depends on how badly you want to fuck me,” I said
softly as I rubbed naked body up against him, letting my boobs run up on
his chest.
“How about if I just rinse off my dick?” he proposed.
“Ahhhhhh, real men don’t fear shrinkage,” I teased, grapping his dick in
my hand and giving it a tug before I let it go. “OK, but hurry up, I’m
so damn horny now.”
Indeed, after spending the early hours with Kathleen and Kyle, I WAS
horny as hell. Funny thing was, I think I was more attracted to her than
her husband. Too bad as I knew Steve would never go for THAT type of
swap! Still, maybe we could work something out before the week was over.
We were a bit late for breakfast and our neighbors were actually on their
way back and passed us on the walkway as we headed in. We each said
hello and something about having a good day, see you at supper, that sort
of thing.
“Damn, I wish I’d seen those tits,” Steve whispered to me as we drew
close to the main inn dining area. I nudged him in the ribs just as
Maria greeted us.
During breakfast we talked about how we wanted to go snorkeling. Maria
said she had equipment we could borrow and asked if we were familiar with
it. Steve said he had done it a lot while out in California and I
mentioned that I’d done it once down in the Keys. Steve looked at me
curiously and it reminded me that it was just one of those things I’d
never mentioned to him. Then again, it’s not like he had ever told me
that HE had gone snorkeling before either.
Maria said we could just go right off our beach where a small reef was
out about a hundred yards. Steve seemed more anxious to go out and see
more of the area. Maria hesitated and went off to ask her husband
something. He returned with her and said he could describe an area where
we could do some snorkeling that was pretty isolated if that was what we
were interested in. I recalled how crowded it had been when I did it in
Florida so being isolated sounded much better.
“Well, there’s the Sian Ka'an Biosphere Reserve to the north of here,” he
explained. “The only thing is it’s not really public but rather a
government area so you’re a bit on your own when you’re there. It’s
usually pretty safe. It’s been a while since I’ve heard of anything
going on up there. Just stick to yourself and don’t socialize. If
anyone comes by then just be nice and leave as quickly as possible.”
To me it sounded a little scary and the reef off of our beach was
sounding better all the time. Steve, on the other hand, seemed all the
more excited about the prospect.
“I wouldn’t have recommended it without you having a Jeep,” Maria’s
husband continued, “Even so, remember that it’s sandy and even 4-wheel
drive vehicles can get stuck if you’re not careful. Just avoid the dunes
and you’ll be fine.”
The guys hunkered down over a map while Maria and I talked about shopping
in the area. Hopefully we’d get back soon enough to do some serious
damage to the credit card my dad had so graciously given me to use on our
trip. Maria said there were two cruise ships scheduled to be in during
next couple of days. We needed to go while they were in as otherwise the
place was a ghost town.
Once again we had lunches prepared and then Maria’s husband brought out
the snorkeling gear and checked to see that it fit us. It was a lot
nicer stuff than the equipment I’d rented in Florida and just further
convinced me we’d picked a wonderful place to stay.
So we were off. We headed north up the main road, following the
directions we’d been given as the GPS became useless once we hit the end
of the public highway. About a mile into the Biosphere we ran into a
government patrol - the usual young guys in fatigues with large guns and
from what I could tell, very little in the way of adult supervision.
Maria’s husband had forewarned us about everything so at least time we
weren’t caught by surprise. He’d even given us some advice about the
best way to get through.
“They’re just kids dumped off and they have to stay there for a week
sometimes with hardly anything to do and very few cars so when you come
by it’s more something to entertain themselves than to really cause any
problems. The key to keep them from rummaging through everything and
causing a long delay is to ‘entertain’ them.”
He was looking at me was he spoke and I was getting a pretty guide idea
of what he meant but he kept on anyway.
“So everything Maria said yesterday about being discreet and humble....?
Forget it. Give the boys a show Kelly and they’ll let you right through.
The better the show the faster you’ll go through.” He looked at me and
then grinned a little, “Besides, I get the idea you’re the type of girl
who wouldn’t mind doing that sort of thing.”
“Ian!” Maria exclaimed, giving her husband a playful slap, “That’s no way
to talk to a guest.”
“Hey, if the shoe fits...” he answered, earning himself another slap,
perhaps not quite as gentle that time.
“I’m so sorry Kelly,” she started to say but I cut her off and assured
her everything was just fine.
She pulled me over away from the guys then and said softly, “OK, so
everything he said was true but just remember one thing... don’t get
carried away and absolutely NO sex no matter what they say. The boys
like a show so a little teasing is OK but if you get naked or have sex
with them they’ll think you’re just a whore for some drug runner and
arrest you. Trust me, you do NOT want that! Remember, they have no way
to get back to town so if you’re arrested...”
She didn't have to finish, I got the message loud and clear.
“And in any case, you really don’t have to do anything. They won’t hold
you up too long regardless so it’s up to you if it’s worth an extra
fifteen minutes.”
It gave me something to think about so I figured we’d just play it by
ear. I’d seen too many 60 Minutes and 20/20 episodes of girls being
locked up in foreign jails for things they shouldn’t have done so I
wasn’t about to take any risks when it came to the police - especially
the military guys. Still, it never hurt to be prepared for anything so
I’d chosen to wear a bikini top under a light unbuttoned blouse with
really short denim cutoffs and flip flops. It was the sort of outfit
that left open a number of options.
Steve slowed down as one of the guys stood out in the road waving at us
to stop. With the machine gun hanging over his shoulder he didn’t have
to ask twice. He looked to be maybe in his late teens and was doing his
best to appear stern and in control. There were three other guys sitting
around a table under the pop-up tent, all of them with nasty looking
guns. It sort of freaked me out.
The guy in charge started asking us questions but it was in Spanish and
we tried to tell him we only spoke English which just seemed to frustrate
him. He motioned to the other guys and one of them came along side and
in halting English asked us where we were going and what we were going to
do. In the meantime the other one was walking around the Jeep checking
everything out. We had taken our innkeeper’s advice and left all non-
essentials behind so there would be as little as possible for them to
see. Large bags that could be hiding drugs were definitely NOT
recommended.
Steve pointed out our snorkeling gear and lunch boxes and tried to
explain but it was like they didn't understand him. I noticed they
seemed to be paying more attention to me than him which may have
contributed to their lack of comprehension. Then the first guy said
something to the other one, then formed a circle with his thumb and
forefinger on one hand, poking his forefinger from the other hand through
it. That was one form of sign language that was pretty universal! For a
moment my heart beat raced as I thought maybe they were saying that THEY
wanted to fuck me but then the other guy patted Steve on the shoulder and
laughed, pointing at me and nodding his head. Evidently they were
congratulating him on what they expected to be a “fun” afternoon.
For a moment I thought maybe I should show them a little bit if what
Steve would be getting but then stopped when it looked like things were
coming to a close. No sense in opening Pandora’s box if I didn't have
to. As it was it wasn’t like I was hiding all that much anyway and I
felt a huge sigh of relief when they stepped back and motioned with their
guns for us to continue on.
“That was really scary,” I told Steve as we accelerated away. He just
nodded and focused on the road ahead as the pavement ended and we were on
nothing more than a sandy pathway alongside the ocean.
We actually couldn’t see the water most of the time because of the hill
between the road and the beach but now and then there would be a cut-
through into the foliage with an entrance to something or another. As
tempting as it was to want to explore, we’d been warned to stick to the
main “road” until we got to where we were going. Ian had warned us that
you never know what you might find down some of those paths and odds were
whoever you DID find didn’t want you to find them.
In a way I felt more than just a little nervous. This wasn’t like
running around the Florida Keys where at least there were some form of
law and civilization. I got this creepy feeling that someone could stop
us, kill us (or worse) and nobody would ever know - or care. There was
no cell phone reception so even if we simply broke down we were screwed.
The road was so narrow that I kept worrying we would meet another vehicle
head-on and then one of us have to back up forever to a more open area
but it was like the whole area was deserted.
Finally we made it to the turnoff that matched the description we’d been
given. Steve pulled in and immediately I was thankful for the Jeep as it
struggled to work its way through the drifting sand that covered the
path. We zigzagged up and over the hill until suddenly there was the
beach. Oh my god, it was beautiful, like something straight off a
postcard! The water was a crystal clear with a pale blue and turquoise
tint and I could see from the waves and the sand that it was shallow for
maybe fifty to a hundred yards out. Palm trees lined the beach and the
sand looked fine and soft.
Sadly, the one thing that kept it from being perfect was the trash. I
was amazed at the amount of garbage that had accumulated along the
shoreline. Obviously it wasn't from beachgoers as it stretched out each
way as far as I could see. Maria had mentioned it, saying it was from
the cruise ships primarily and that the only reason her beach looked as
good as it did was because she constantly raked it and picked up the
garbage. What was really amazing was what had collected. It was
literally everything AND the kitchen sink. I even saw a mannequin doll
leg! Water bottles, batteries, plastic of every shape and size, shoes,
clothing, paper... it all was there in about a three foot wide line that
continued all along the beach. It made me mad to think of how people
could be so wasteful and careless to dump all this into the water.
Looking out I could make out the shipwreck Maria had mentioned. It
wasn’t that much to see from shore and it barely broke the surface. From
this distance you could see the basic outline of some sort of vessel that
was maybe a hundred feet or so long but not much else.
The best thing was that the beach was OURS! There was no sign that anyone
had been here recently and where we were parked nobody driving by would
see us. Unless you knew to turn off here there was nothing to give any
clue that this gorgeous vacation paradise was waiting just over the hill.
If course there were our tracks that would tell someone passing by that
a vehicle had entered but hopefully that would not lead to any problems.
“Oh Steve, isn’t this beautiful?” I gushed taking off my blouse and
tossing it back onto the front seat as Steve got out our snorkeling
equipment. I didn't think twice about removing my bikini top and then my
shorts. I hadn’t worn anything under the shorts so it didn't make much
sense to just wear the top by itself.
“Not wasting any time, are we?” Steve said with an admiring smile as I
posed for him with the ocean in the background.
“C’mon, let’s just try out the water first,” I encouraged him, grabbing
him by the hand, “Get out of those clothes!”
We kept our footwear on until we reached the clear portion of the beach.
I hated to even imagine what might be buried in the ribbon of trash
should I step on it with bare feet! Then we held hands as the two of us
walked into the warm water until it was up to my waist. It felt so good
as the waves caused the water level to rise up and down on me. The
actual breaks were out quite a ways so this was almost like swimming in a
lake more so than the ocean.
“Kiss me husband,” I murmured to him as I reached my arms around his
wonderful naked body. I felt a shiver through me as my lover’s kips
touched mine and then our tongues met. It felt so good to feel my
breasts pushed in tight against him and I loved the way he reached around
me and cupped my butt cheeks in his strong hands.
“I love you Steve,” I sighed, “This is like so perfect!”
“I love you too Kelly,” Steve replied. I could feel his dick growing as
it started to press into my belly. Once nice thing about the warm ocean,
it wasn't doing any harm to his ability to get an erection.
Still, there was plenty of time for THAT so for now I just wanted to play
in the water like a little girl. We worked our way out until it got
deeper. We must have been a couple of hundred feet out before it came up
to my chest which was so cool. What I really liked was that for some
reason the ocean floor was totally clear with none of the grasses and
rocks that were at the beach by our cabana. It was hard to believe we
could be out this far and still be able to stand on our feet.
We played and teased each other, like we were castaways on some remote
island in the middle of the ocean. Perhaps that what fascinated me more
than anything, having all this just for the two of us. Granted, it
wasn’t exactly on the map and I doubted many tourist even knew it
existed, let alone take the trouble to get here. It was like we were
rich movie stars with our own private beach, only with no paparazzi.
At the same time, I couldn’t help now and then but wonder what would
happen if someone DID show up... and what their motives might be. As
wonderful as it was to be this isolated, it also meant we were pretty
much at the mercy of anyone who might have plans that weren’t so
pleasant. Maria had said because tourists DID come here now and then
that the drug lords and such stayed away from it so it was safe so long
as you didn't go wandering much anywhere else. I couldn’t see how she
would have allowed us to come here if she thought we would be in any real
danger.
“Want to see the wreck now?” Steve finally asked. I knew he was anxious
to explore it so best to let him get it out of system right away.
From where we were it was hard to tell where the wreck even was as it was
down past the cleared part of the beach where we were swimming. We
worked our way back to the shore, grabbed our snorkel gear, and walked
down the beach until we were closer to the wreck. It was still somewhat
hard to see but the waves breaking over it made it a fairly easy target.
It had been quite a while since my last - and only, time I’d snorkeled so
Steve helped me out. For some reason he had to adjust my boobs and check
out my crotch in the process! I didn't mind - and I returned the favor by
tugging on his dick playfully.
“So if I hang onto your leash, will you guide me?” I teased. No answer
other than a roll of the eyes as we worked our way into the water again.
This time it was much different. Instead of the ocean floor being
totally clear we had to work our way through grass and rocks until the
water was deep enough for us to start swimming out on our stomachs.
Also, it deepened much quicker although once it got to just over Steve’s
head it seemed to flatten out. We took our time, our fins doing most of
the work as I watched the coral pass by under us. The fish were
incredible! It was even better than the Keys!
One thing we hadn’t accounted for was the current. We had started out
with the wreck directly in front of us but when I would stop to tread
water and look ahead I noted we were being moved down the beach by the
current. Had we been smarter, we would’ve started up the beach further
and let the current carry us to the wreck but now it meant we had to do
some extra swimming and I felt a little panic as my arms and legs started
to tire.
Well, this is when strong and handsome husbands come in handy. Steve
could see I was tiring and so he would help support me and let me hand
onto him as he did the work. I thought for a moment about hanging onto
his “leash” but that would have to wait until we weren’t working so hard.
The wreck had looked a ways away from the beach but now it seemed a lot
further!
One way or another we eventually made it. I couldn't tell what kind of
boat it had been, maybe some small fishing vessel. It was old and
rusting, made of metal instead of wood. The fish certainly seemed to
love it! We got on the side sheltering us from the waves and it was
easier to stay in one place and just let the fish pass under us. Oh my
god, they were so beautiful. It was like swimming in an aquarium.
“This is almost like Blue Lagoon,” I said to Steve as we rested for a bit
holding onto the wreck. It was too deep to stand up but this worked out
fine.
“Mmmmmmm, you remind me of a naked Brooke Shields,” Steve grinned, “You
know I think I must have jerked off to her a hundred times in that movie
with those underwater scenes.”
“Well what about a naked wife?” I asked, pretending to be a little
dejected at his thoughts of another woman, even though I had to admit I’d
been turned on by the movie as well.
“Even better... and I can fuck my naked wife,” he said with a grin as he
kissed me. The water in his mouth was salty but I didn't mind.
“I wonder if anyone has had sex by this wreck before?” he said as he
looked around.
“Oh I’m sure they have... so why not make it one more?” I came back as
seductively as I could.
No more words were necessary. I could see through the crystal clear
water that Steve was sporting quite an erection at the moment so he was
certainly raring to go. I was getting more horny than ever thinking of
how it might be if we were really shipwrecked as children, no clothes and
forced to be naked all the time until finally one day we learned about
the wonders of sex. Had we been in a swimming pool or freshwater lake I
might’ve ducked down to suck his dick but the taste of salt water really
wasn't all that great. Instead I leaned back and let my legs float up
and then wrapped them around his waist. I could feel the pressure of his
cock pushing against my crotch and at that moment there was just one
thing in the world I wanted - to have it in me.
“Fuck me Steve,” I asked softly, closing my eyes and just letting all the
sensations and feeling imprint themselves into my memory. Steve worked
his way until he was able to get himself positioned and I helped by
pulling myself into him, literally pulling him into my pussy.
“Oh yes.... I love it when you first enter me,” I sighed as I felt him
deep inside of me.
How could it be more romantic than this? The two of us naked out in the
water in the middle of an idyllic beach, having sex next to an ancient
shipwreck. I looked down and marveled at how much I loved seeing him up
against me with his cock out of sight, knowing I couldn't see it because
it was IN me, the erotic visual matching up with the pleasure of the
feeling of it inside of me.
In truth, it was more difficult than it had been in my earlier dreams
when I’d fantasized about doing just what we were doing right now. Even
though the wreck blocked us from the brunt of the waves, it still wasn’t
a calm lake by any stretch of the imagination. Being so deep neither of
us could touch the bottom AND still breath. Now I found myself wishing
we had taken along the buoyancy vests Ian had suggested. At the time it
seemed like exactly what NOT to wear when you plan on swimming naked but
you can only tread water for so long and hanging on to the wreck was
dicey.
Finally I decided it was up to me to face the music. Yes, I ALWAYS loved
it whenever we had sex but at the same time there WERE limits.
“Steve,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath without taking in a mouthful
of water, “why don’t we finish this on the beach?” Was that a look of
relief on his face? Then we both laughed as we realized that the other
was thinking the same thing. I unhooked my ankles and let myself drift
off of him. We took a few more minutes to just float and watch the
beautiful coral and fish below us and then set off for the shore.
I always assumed it would be easier to swim towards the shore than away
but it certainly didn’t feel that way. It didn't help I was tiring fast
but the thought of what awaited me on shore was all the motivation I
needed. Looking towards the shore, I wondered what we would do if
someone showed up as both of us had nothing on besides our snorkeling
gear. It wasn't like we would have many options. With the grass and
rocks I didn't want to spend any more time than necessary in the shallow
water. Then again had we been further up where the sea bed was clear the
water was so clear that anybody would have known we weren’t wearing
anything. Actually it made the whole situation all the more erotic,
We finally made it to the shore although we had drifted down quite a ways
by the current before we were able to stand and walk the rest of the way
in. Once back on “dry” land we gathered our masks and flippers and hiked
back to the Jeep where Steve packed it away while I got out the lunches.
Steve brought along a huge beach towel that Maria had packed for us and
we made our way back to the water’s edge.
How do you explain in words the setting we were in? Two people, just
married, totally alone on a Caribbean beach with the most perfect view in
front of us. There was even a cruise ship on the horizon, heading south
most likely to the port a few miles south of our inn. We sat in the
middle of the beach Indian style while munching on the lunch Maria’s cook
had made for us. The sun was quite strong and I was hoping the sun tan
I’d worked so hard on for my wedding held out as the one thing we hadn’t
brought with today was sun screen.
“You know, I believe we have some unfinished business to attend to,”
Steve said with a grin as we packed away the leftovers. He was on his
knees bending over the basket and I loved the way his dick hung down.
OK, so I loved his dick no matter what it was doing but at this moment
all I could think about was taking it in my mouth and making it hard.
Evidently he was thinking along the same lines.
“So now that we’re married, are you going to turn into one of those
bitches that won’t suck her husband’s dick now that she has the ring?”
He was teasing of course. Besides, I’d already proven to him a number of
times that I was NOT one of “those bitches”. But then again why not have
a little fun.
“Well I don’t know...” I said slowly, pretending to be unsure, “I mean
why would anyone want to take one of those nasty things in her MOUTH and
then let it squirt all gooey stuff on her tongue? You know, it’s not like
YOU ever suck on one so why should I?”
Steve stood up and grabbed his cock in one hand and flopped it up and
down to tease me. “Well.... if you REALLY don’t want to suck on this bad
boy then I guess I’ll just have to take care of it myself.”
Two can play THAT game. Yes, I DID want it bad... REALLY bad but I
wasn’t going to be THAT easy.
“If you’re going to do that then I suppose I’ll just have to do the
same,” I said flippantly as I scooted my legs out from under me and
leaned back on one hand while I started to rub myself with the other. I
made sure I was positioned so with my legs spread apart he was getting a
good view of my fingers on my pussy.
“Whatever... your call,” he said, calling my bluff as well.
Steve just stood there jerking off his cock while watching me touch
myself. So there out on the most beautiful beach in the world the two of
us masturbated while we watched the other. Looking out I saw another
cruise shop passing by and I wondered if anyone had powerful enough
binoculars to see what was happening on shore? Oh well, if so I hoped
they were enjoying the show.
Watching Steve jerk off was quite sexy for me. Actually I’d hardly ever
seen him jerking himself off, I mean other than just a few strokes to
help himself stay hard between positions and that sort of thing. He
claimed he didn't masturbate all that often but I had never bought that
one for a second. So to see him standing there out in the open on the
beach, his eyes locked on my pussy while his hand gripped his now stiff
dick was extremely erotic. The only question now was who would be the
first to give in. I knew that as much as I was enjoying myself, there
was no way I wanted to see his cum wasted by spraying all over the beach
instead of in me. At the same time, it was a point of principle that I
maintain the honor of the female species. Don’t all girls claim to have
more self-control than men?
Time to play dirty. Fortunately I was armed with more options that
Steve, as a male, simply didn’t possess. It really wasn't fair, more
like a modern army compared to the knights of old.
“Ohhhhhh!” I moaned as my orgasm rose within me.
Luckily I wasn't faking as if it hadn’t happened soon I would have
resorted to faking just to make sure I got Steve’s attention before it
was too late. I leaned my head back, closed my eyes, arched my back and
curled my toes, checking all the boxes of a classic orgasm.
I opened my eyes just enough to see Steve’s reaction. On the one hand
things looked good as his eyes were locked on my pussy like a heat-
seeking missile. On the other hand, he was stroking his dick even faster
than ever. Would this help or hurt me in the end?
“OK, OK, you win,” he grunted as without another word he dropped down to
his knees, right between my legs.
It was like he couldn't get his dick in me fast enough as he plunged into
me and drove himself deep. It soon became obvious why he was in such a
hurry as I held himself up on his arms and grimaced as it seemed he tried
to hold back for as long as possible before he exhaled sharply and
groaned again as he released his sperm into me.
If I HAD been faking then I wouldn’t have been for much longer and as it
was it just made my current orgasm all the better. I lifted my hips up
to meet him and I could feel him shaking as he held himself still in me
as the final loads of cum left him to enter my pussy.
“Damn that felt good,” he sighed heavily as he flipped over on to his
back and lay next to me.
I turned on my side with my elbow on the towel, running my hands over his
firm body. I loved just touching him sometimes, feeling every inch of
his male body. Sometimes...
“I believe there were some questions regarding my intent when it came to
B-A-M,” I said with a grin as my fingers traced over his flat stomach.
“B-A-M?” he asked?
“Blowjobs After Marriage silly,” I giggled.
Before he could come up with a response I wiggled down until my head was
on his stomach and the tip of his dick was looking me straight in the
eyes. That was my Steve, still hard and raring to go even after just
fucking me. Opening my mouth, I leaned towards it and took the head in
my mouth, making him jump as my tongue teased the tip.
“Still a bit sensitive,” he explained.
All the better so far as I was concerned. After all, he was never one to
give me a break when my clit was so worked up that I practically flew out
of bed when he sucked on it. Seemed only fair to return the favor...
I could smell and taste my pussy on his dick as I licked the shaft and
kissed the base of his dick. I tried to imagine how just a few moments
before this thing had been INSIDE of me. With my tongue tickling the
very tip, I did my best to visualize the sperm spurting out of it as he
deposited his cum way up inside of me. In fact, I could still feel it as
it drained out of me while I played with his dick.
“Oh yeah... just like that,” he moaned as I took about half his dick in
my mouth and while my tongue circled around it I sucked on it with all
the suction my cheeks could deliver.
With my free hand I played with his balls, rolling them in the palm of my
hand carefully. As I gave my hubby what he wanted I also pushed myself
up against him so I could feel his leg between mine, putting pressure
where it counted most, right on my clit.
“I need to fuck you again,” he gasped, pushing my head up and getting on
his knees.
I wasn't exactly sure how he wanted me but he soon made that clear,
grabbing me by the waist and twisting me around so that I was on my knees
facing away from him. Soon he was back in me again, pumping away as I
leaned forward on my elbows.
Unlike the other night on the beach, this was a good old-fashioned
fucking and given the time and place it was exactly what I wanted. Steve
seemed to be having a good time as well, changing positions frequently.
After doing it doggie he pulled me over onto my side and spooned me from
behind, holding my upper leg up high to the sun as his other hand cupped
my breast. That didn't last long before he stood up and motioned for me
to jump up and grab him around the neck, locking me ankles behind him as
he grabbed my ass and held me up. With neither of us having a free
hand, it was almost comical as he tried to get his dick back into me and
we both laughed when it finally met up with my pussy.
“Where are you going?” I asked as he started to walk towards the water,
holding me up with his dick impaled in me like I was some sort of
marshmallow on a stick.
“Just shut up and let me worry about it,” he said but the tone in his
voice took any hardness of the words away as he entered the water and
kept walking out until I could just start to feel the warm water on my
ass. He stopped and it felt almost surreal as my butt was splashing into
the water as he bounced me on his dick.
“Where do you want it?” he asked, which told me that he had to be getting
close.
OK, had it been entirely up to me, such as had it just been any guys
screwing me, I would have made the easy decision and stayed on his cock
such that he came inside of me. ANY time I have the option, THAT is
where I prefer the cum to go. I mean, isn’t that what my pussy was
designed for in the first place?
However, now I was married and so I had someone else’s pleasure to
consider, not to mention my new duties and obligations as a wife. I
don’t mean I infer I was some sort of slave or “barefoot and pregnant in
the kitchen”. It was similar to being a daughter where while I DID have
similar duties and obligations to satisfy my father’s needs, I did it not
because I HAD to but because I WANTED to. So it was now with Steve. I
didn't HAVE to make a decision based on what HE wanted, I WANTED to.
“Cum on my face and tits,” I said grinning at him. OK, so I almost NEVER
call them tits but hey, in for a penny, in for a pound so if I was doing
this for him, why not talk the walk as well?
“Well, if that’s what you want...”
Steve lifted me up so when I unlocked my legs I wouldn’t accidentally end
up bending his dick in the wrong direction (do that once to a guy and
you’ll never forget again). Dropping to my feet, the water came up to my
waist but Steve’s dick was just above the water so at least I didn't have
to submerge my face into the salty ocean water. He must have been
cutting it pretty close as in less than thirty seconds he pulled back,
grabbed his dick, and started shooting cum all over me. Considering he
had just unloaded in me less than twenty minutes ago, I was amazed at how
much cum he could produce again so quickly. It hit me on the mouth, my
forehead and then all over my neck as I rose up out of the water to let
him hit me even more.
“You look so fuckin’ sexy,” he grinned at me. Why guys think having cum
all over a girl is sexy has always mystified me but since it does almost
universally, I stopped questioning it long ago and used it to my
advantage.
One reason I really don’t like guys cumming on me is the mess. One nice
thing about Steve moving out into the water was all I had to do was dip
down and wash it off of me before it coagulated and dried on me which
tended to itch and made it harder to remove, especially if it was in your
hair.
Once I was more or less cleaned off, at least as much as you can be using
seawater, we held hands and walked back to our beach towel. I noticed
that his dick still had some heft to it and I knew that I could probably
get it back up again with a little lip work but for now I just wanted to
spend some time with my husband. Now THAT still made my mind twist a
little. Not my boyfriend, not my fiancé, but he was now my HUSBAND. It
hadn’t been all that long ago when I was wondering if I would EVER use
those words and now here I was, having sex in the water on a secluded
Mexican beach with my HUSBAND.
“I love you Steve,” I said quietly as we laid beside each other, leaning
back on our elbows facing the water to watch the waves washing in.
The only sound was that of the breaks out in the distance. No cars
driving by, no other people making noises, not even birds except for an
occasional call by something I couldn't identify. It was like we were
totally cut off from civilization.
“Now I want you to make love to me,” I said softly as I turned to him and
put my hand over his semi-hard dick.
For a moment I think he was about to protest. It was a little quick
considering he’s already cum twice in the last half hour. Yet now it
wasn't about the sex, it was about making love and that put an entirely
different light on the matter.
Over the course of the next hour or so, for the second time in my life I
made love with the man I loved more than anyone else in the world.
Afterwards while I was thinking back about it, I came to the realization
that now I finally understood why my parents never had sex in front of me
as a child, and then still almost never as an adult except for those rare
times when we all got together. It wasn't that they were shielding me
from anything a I had always assumed. It wasn't that they were
embarrassed - an option I never considered seriously. Now I
understand... it’s something they shared as a husband and wife, something
just between the two of them, something that made their marriage special.
I say all this as I decided at that moment that going forward, I would
keep those moments between Steve and I private as well so please
understand why I won’t go into the details. I would never say that sex
between a husband and wife is ALWAYS making love, quite the contrary.
The vast majority of the time we fuck, pure and simple. The difference
is that as a married couple we CAN make love whereas I can never share
that with any other man, not even my father. If anything, it also helped
me to better rationalize swapping with other couples in the future. No
matter who else I had sex with or whatever the circumstances, I would
never make love with anyone but Steve.
Suffice to say that it was the perfect ending to the perfect day at the
beach. While I often fantasize about being watched at the beach while
making love, this was one time when I was happy that we were all alone.
My only regret was that we had to finally leave. Most likely we should
have left even earlier as I started to worry about the amount of sun we
were getting as neither us had been wearing anything for hours now.
The trip back to the inn was uneventful. Even the guys at the roadblock
just waved us through. Apparently they were only concerned about people
ENTERING the reserve. We got back about 5:00 or so, well before dinner
would be ready. We only had one day left and from the plans we had been
making up it was going to be pretty full so Maria suggested we make a
quick run to Majahual just so we could see it and get a taste before it
got dark.
We quickly showered and made the twenty minute drive to Majahual. We
quickly learned that there were essentially two types of people there -
tourists from the cruise ships and locals determined to lighten the
tourists’ wallets to the maximum extent possible. I don’t mean anything
crooked, just aggressive souvenirs sales, drink, massages, jet skis, and
the like. It was obvious they didn’t cater to many other tourists as the
parking was almost negligible but with the Jeep we had more options.
It was fun to barter and we both got massages on a second floor porch
overlooking the ocean. It wasn't near the view we’d had earlier but it
was unique. I couldn't believe all the people! The beach was a madhouse
and I didn't regret for a moment our decision to spend the time we had at
our “private” beach.
That evening I was exhausted and a bit sunburned. We entertained our
fellow guest and hosts with stories about the beach and snorkeling
without going into any of the other details. Not everyone was as
discreet.
“So did you guys have sex on the beach?” Kathleen asked, much to the
amusement of her husband.
I wasn't quite sure how to answer. Just a yes or no or was she looking
for details? Fortunately Maria came to my rescue.
“Doesn’t everyone who goes there?” she said teasingly, poking at her
husband.
We all laughed and the subject shifted to what others had done that day.
I sat on Steve’s lap the whole time, my arm wrapped around his neck as I
snuggled up next to me HUSBAND. (I just can’t get over that.)
That night as I laid in bed next to my sleeping man, I suddenly realized
that the next day would be our last full day. Wow, time was flying by!
Thursday would be spent traveling so that meant we had to do everything
we wanted in just one day. Obviously that was impossible but if the
events of the past two days were anything to go by, I couldn't wait for
morning.
Chapter 6 - Wednesday - Extreme Zip-Lining
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The next morning I awoke at sunrise. Steve was still dead asleep. He
was a little sunburned from yesterday’s day in the sun, especially in a
places he normally didn't expose at the beach.
Looking out the curtains, I didn't see anyone outside so I dispensed with
the towel this time and walked out onto the front porch nude. The rising
sun felt good against my bare skin although I could still feel it against
a few parts of my body. While my tans lines weren’t all that big, they
still were there only now instead of being white on tanned skin, now the
white had been replaced by red.
“You know, you need to be careful. The sun is a lot stronger here than
it is back home.”
I turned to see Kathleen walking over from her cabana. She was naked of
course but this time it didn't surprise me at all, nor did I feel any
discomfort standing out in the open like this without anything on. It
was still a little strange though. I’d never been one that was
comfortable being nude in a causal way. Oh sure when it was for fun like
at a party or during sex but just to run around the house in the nude?
Not my thing. I’d started sleeping naked when I was twelve, a practice
I’d continued whenever possible ever since but that was because I simple
felt better without being all wrapped in something when I was asleep.
When me and my family would gather in the hot tub we always were naked
but that was only while in the tub. Once out I would wear a towel or a
robe or even just a t-shirt. It wasn’t like I was afraid to be seen
naked - quite the opposite. If I was heading from the bathroom to my
bedroom I didn’t worry about being seen. There was just a difference in
my mind between a quick view and just flaunting yourself for no reason.
Never in my 26 years had I done anything like this though. To just hang
out in the morning air, sipping on a glass of water while talking to
someone I barely knew, and doing so without a stitch a clothing on was
something unique for me. I could have worn just a bikini top with no
bottoms and felt just fine but to be completely naked? This was something
entirely new for me. I know it may seem like no big thing, but there’s a
little security in having even the barest of clothing on. Kathleen, on
the other hand, appeared to be totally at ease as if she had been doing
this all her life - and maybe she had.
We started talking about our trip to the beach and I asked her if she had
been there. Kathleen vigorously shook her head.
“Oh no, I was actually surprised to hear that the two of you went there,”
she said, “It would scare me to death.”
I looked at here with a curious expression so she continued, “It’s not
like the area is exactly the safest in the world. There are a LOT of
drug dealers that work out of there and they don’t exactly appreciate
unexpected visitors.”
I explained to her how Maria had mentioned something about that and how
she had warned us to stay on the road except for the shipwreck beach.
“Well, it’s a good thing you took her advice. I suppose the drug lords
know that beach gets the most visitors so they probably stay away from
it. I wouldn’t want to try anywhere else though. People tend to
disappear around here when they poke their nose where it doesn’t belong.”
Wow, I was a little shocked at what she was telling me. Still, if it had
been THAT dangerous I can’t imagine Maria recommending we go here. Time
to change the subject...
“Steve wants to go zip lining. I’ve never done it and it looks
dangerous. Have you guys done it?”
Kathleen uncrossed her long legs, opening up her crotch for a moment and
then leaned forward, her large breasts hanging down. “Oh yeah, it’s
really perfectly safe so long as you stick with the larger companies.
It’s a LOT of fun.”
I asked her where she thought the best place was to go and she leaned
back again to ponder.
“There are a lot of places to go but the best by far has to be Selvatica,
but it’s almost all the back to Cancun.”
“Why there?”
“Oh my god Kelly, they have something like a dozen different runs and you
just go from one to the next. Some of them are really long too. Then at
the end you can take another one and land in the middle of a cenote.”
Kathleen explained to me that the Yucatan is a large riverless peninsula
made primarily of limestone. There were thousands of underground
caverns, many running with underground rivers. Sometime these caves
collapse and leave an opening. If the cavern is running with water, it
creates what the locals called a cenote.
“If you’re going to go, you better leave soon though,“ she warned, “And
you probably should call to make reservations as soon a possible too as
they tend to get pretty crowded.”
I thanked her and we stood up. Then to my surprise she stepped up to me
and gave me a quick kiss.
“If you go, then I won’t be seeing you again as we’re leaving around
noon. It’s been nice to get to know you though Kelly.”
With that she smiled at me and walked back to her cabana. I couldn't
help but wait and watch her perfect ass as she slowly made her way back.
Hmmmmmm, too bad she hadn’t followed up that kiss with something more. I
surely wouldn’t have turned her down.
Back in the room I shook my groggy husband awake. “C’mon sleepy head,
it’s our last day in Costa Maya!”
Steve reached out and grabbed me, pulling me into him until we were
pressed tightly together. Mmmmmmm, somebody was horny!
“When she kissed you I thought I was going to cum,” he whispered as he
started to fondle me and run his hands all over me.
“Oh so you were spying on us?”
“Hell yeah... two beautiful women naked in front of me, who wouldn’t?”
“You’re so bad!” I chided him playfully, reaching down for his hard cock.
Oh well, so much for getting an early start...
Later when we finally arrived for breakfast, Kathleen and her husband
were just finishing.
“I thought you’d be right behind me,” she said with a wink.
I just grinned back while Steve was taking a seat, anxious to eat. For a
guy as thin as he was, he sure could eat a lot!
“So you guys going to go zip lining?” Maria asked as she brought us our
drinks. I explained to her how Kathleen had recommended
“Selvatica? That’s quite a trip. You’d better get started soon.”
I said something about how I had thought we were going to be on the road.
“But SOMEBODY had other plans,” I said, nodding towards Steve.
“Well, you ARE on your honeymoon dear. Selvatica will be next year but
this is your only honeymoon.”
She had a point and besides, it’s not like I was really complaining. I
looked over at Steve and fondly remembered how he had cum in me from
behind not ten minutes ago... nope, I wasn't complaining at all!
Soon we were off and on the road again. We didn't bring a lunch this
time, figuring there would be plenty of opportunities to find something
good to eat given the more densely populated area we’d be traveling
through during the day.
Our trip took us through the entire Rivera Maya along the east coast of
Yucatan. We made an early stop in Tulum for gas and while we were
stopped Steve called and was able to confirm that we could make
reservations for the zip lines. This time we passed the turnoff to Coba
and continued heading north. After a while we passed Xcaret which
advertised heavily. Nearby were some zip lines that we could see from
the road but that wasn’t what I had envisioned. I wanted to be out in
the jungle, not in the middle of some sort of Mexican amusement park.
The traffic through the Playa del Carmen region was heavy which delayed
us somewhat. I had hopes we would be back in time to do some shopping.
If we had one more day I think we would have taken the ferry there over
to Cozumel but that would have to wait for our next trip to Mexico. I’d
already decided we were coming back!
After passing Puerto Morelos we started watching out for the signs to
Selvatica. As it turned out it was easy as there were actual highway
exit signs for it. The drive once we turned off was longer than I was
expecting but soon there was a large banner across the road that welcomed
us and we were there. Steve parked the Jeep under some palm trees as it
wasn't like they had much of a parking lot. Apparently most people road
the shuttle that went around to the various resorts and hotels.
We checked in and learned it would be about thirty minutes before our
group would be called. Given how far we had to drive and the traffic and
construction I thought we had done pretty well so far as keeping on
schedule.
As we waited I heard someone crying out and I realized that we were at
the last stop for a group coming in. I watched as one by one the people
flew in and came to a stop, aided by the staff. Everyone seemed to be
having a great time. There were even some younger kids so I figured if
they could do it, then I shouldn't have any problems. Still, as brave as
I was trying to act I had to admit to myself that I was more than a
little nervous. It didn't help when I read one of the brochures while we
were waiting. Looking at our tickets, I saw Steve had paid $99 each for
the “extreme” tour... oh great. There were twelve zip lines with
takeoffs averaging 50 feet high and the highest being 65 feet. There
was the typical picture wall where photos of groups were posted so they
could buy them when they were finished, just like you see at many
amusement parks. I saw some of the people were upside down! Well, I
could guarantee that I would not be doing THAT.
Our group number was called and people started to gather in an area where
the guides handed out our equipment. I took my turn on a mat while the
guy gave me the once over, supposedly to size me up for the right gear
but unless he was fitting me for a new bra his eyes lingered a little too
long on my bust. Then again, I would’ve been more than a little
disappointed had he NOT. What’s the point in wearing a deep cut bikini
top if it doesn’t draw any stares? Maria had recommended I wear shorts
over my bikini bottom and I quickly learned the wisdom of her advice. The
straps went down between my legs and then up and under my butt, all of
which would have been rather uncomfortable against bare skin. The worst
thing was the helmet. It wasn’t a full helmet like a motorcycle but more
like a hard hat. I guess they didn't want us to bump our heads but my
question was what out there that we could bump our heads against in the
first place?
Once we were all outfitted, we went to a small area where we got the
mandatory safety lecture. No booze, no fooling around, listen to the
guides, etc. The guides seemed to be really fun though and they added
some humor to keep everything from being too boring and serious.
Sitting there next to Steve, I glanced around at our group. There were
twelve of us, which was apparently smaller than most groups but the
guides said that would just make it easier to get everyone through. The
brochure said that the minimum age was three years old but thankfully we
didn't have anyone even close to that age. There was only one family
with kids and they both were in their mid-teens from what I could tell.
The daughter looked older which was later confirmed when they mentioned
she was starting college. The other six were three couples, none of
which were married. Steve proudly announced that we’d just been married
the past weekend and everyone clapped and congratulated us.
One thing I DID notice was that everybody was dressed for the heat and
humidity. All the guys were in shorts as were all the women. A couple
of the women were already wearing their souvenir t-shirts. One was the
mother and her t-shirt hung loose although you could still make out the
outline of her bra underneath. The other was worn by her daughter with
a somewhat different approach in that hers seemed to have been shrink-fit
on and it was obvious she wasn't wearing anything underneath although she
was rather small, maybe at the low end of the B cup range.
Of the others, one of the girls was wearing a tight tank top that was
REALLY cut low which only enhanced her large boobs. The other two were
somewhat similar to me in that all they had on was a bikini top although
I was rather pleased that mine was the skimpiest. The dad gave me a few
quick looks as did some of the other guys.
The first thing we had to do was climb stairs to a rope bridge leading to
the first takeoff station. The rope bridge did nothing to help my
nervousness! One by one we were snapped in just as we had been shown in
the safety lecture, then released and on our way. We all wore heavy
gloves with a large leather pad in the palm designed to wrap around the
cable which became your brake.
The first line was rather short and not too steep, obviously intended to
get you accustomed to the routine and gain some confidence. I went
before Steve so he could be behind me.
Talk about cool! I loved the feel of the air against me as I went flying
down under the canopy of trees. I probably slowed down too soon but at
least I didn't stall the way one of the girls did and the guide had to
pull himself out to her and get her started again.
The second line was twice as long and a lot steeper. My heart was racing
as I was FLYING through the jungle, my hair streaming out behind me.
Steve came in close behind, having gained ground along the line.
“Wow, that was wild!” he exclaimed as he cleared out the way for the next
person coming in, making our way to the stairs that took us up to the
next platform. “So what do you think, is this cool or what?”
As we approached the head of the line, one of the guide came to Steve and
asked if we wanted to do the next one together. Steve didn't hesitate to
say yes so when we got to the platform the guide had Steve hook up first.
Then with him hanging down with his knees bent the guide had me straddle
him as he hooked me up.
“Just ride him like you do at home,” the guide teased us, winking at one
of his fellow guides. I grabbed the cable and bounced on Steve’s lap.
“Like this?” I teased them back and they just laughed.
With my legs wrapped around my new husband and my arms around his neck,
we were given a push and off we went. Steve kissed me for about half the
trip and then focused on the end to make sure we didn't go crashing into
the platform.
“Hmmmmmm, do you guys do private tours” Steve asked the guide who had
joke about me riding him. The guide just laughed but then he didn't say
no either. Now THAT might be interesting should we ever get back here
again with more time options.
The guides told us that Line #4 was the shortest one on the tour but it
was almost one of the steepest, meaning that everything had to be done by
the book. He was right. As I was hooked up I looked down the line and
it seemed to me it went straight down but as it turned out I was getting
into it by then and I went screaming down like a rocket. The guide
caught me at the end with a big grin on his face.
We took a brief break before the fifth line. This time one of the other
guides asked Steve if he wanted to go down upside down. Well, he didn't
have to ask my guy twice. Steve handed me the camera and told me to go
first and then get a good shot of him as he came in. When I go down I
turned as quickly as I could with the camera ready to go. Oh my god, he
was insane! Sure enough thee he was hanging upside down from the cable.
Right next to him was the guide which made sense since Steve couldn't
reach the cable to control himself. There were hooked together so it
wasn’t like they had to hold onto one another. Steve was whooping it up
and laughing as they came in and I got some great shots.
As we approached the next line Steve kept pestering me about going upside
down this time while he took the photos. I told him he was insane but he
kept after me the entire way up the stairs. The guide who had gone with
Steve said he would take me and that it was perfectly safe, something he
did all the time and hadn’t dropped anyone - yet. They both laughed at
the poor joke but it wasn't all that funny to me.
Steve was ahead of me but I wasn’t paying much attention to him as two
guides worked to get me set up. First one of the guides got ready and
then the other connected me right in front of him and told me to just
relax. Yeah right. I squealed like a little girl as he grabbed my legs
and flipped me around until the first one grabbed me by the waist and
help me as we started off down after Steve.
OH MY GOD!
At first I just closed my eyes but that just made it worse. The ground
seemed like it was at least a mile below me as the scenery flew past us.
My boobs were handing down and I thought any second they were going to
come flopping out but somehow the bikini top maintained its grip. My legs
flopped back over the guides shoulders so he ended up with head right in
my crotch. At the moment I didn't care - just so long as he didn't let
me go.
I felt us slowing down and just before we got to the platform the guide
somehow flipped me around so I came in head-up. Steve was taking as many
pics as he could, laughing and pointing at me as he encouraged me to
relax.
I thought I might never relax again.
“I’m going to kill you,” I said through tight lips as they undid me. I
was only half-teasing. My heart was thumping like it was trying to burst
from my chest like some alien movie as my hair was a total wreck. My top
was twisted with one boob half out as I tried to adjust it back while it
seemed everyone was staring at me.
“Oh crap Kelly... you should have seen your face!” Steve went on between
laughing.
Then he turned to the guide who had come down with me saying, “Enjoy the
view between my wife’s legs?” At first the guide looked stricken but then
Steve whacked him on the back with a, ”Just kidding... no sweat.”
Well, we were half-way through the tour after being out for over an hour.
Wow, this was a lot more than I had ever expected it to be. I had
figured a few quick runs and it would be over but this was turning into
quite the adventure.
Steve spoke to one of the guides who let the rest of the group pass us so
we would be last. I was thankful at first as I thought he was doing it
to give me as much time as possible to calm down. Once I got my breath
back it wasn't so bad. Just goes to show you can adapt to most anything
given enough time.
“I want you to go first this time,” he said as we waited. It seemed to be
taking longer this time.
Evidently someone up front must be having problems of some sort. There
was one couple with a really dippy girl who never could seem to get the
hand of the hookup. It was like she never learned from one platform to
the next.
“Ready for some fun?” Steve asked with a mischievous smile. Uh oh.
“No more upside down or anything crazy,” I protested, “You can do
whatever you want but once was enough for me.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Steve smirked, “I want some shots of you
flashing your boobs.”
“Steve!” I pretended to be offended, “And what if someone else sees my
boobs?”
“Yeah, like THAT ever worried you before,” he teased. OK, guilty as
charged. “Besides, everyone else will be behind you.”
Well maybe everyone in our group but there were always two guides at the
rear to keep an eye on things and help the last person to get hooked up.
When I pointed that little detail out to him it just seemed to make him
all the more determined.
“Oh come on, they’ve all been staring at your tits all day. Give the
poor guys a sample.”
Good ol’ Steve, he knew just what buttons to push.
After everyone else had gone down the line, Steve stood by as they
connected me. He said something to the guide who started to shake his
head but Steve seemed insistent until finally the guide shrugged and
turned to me.
“He wants us to make it so you face backward,” he explained. “You have
to be careful and watch him so you know when to start slowing down.”
I wondered if he had any idea WHY Steve wanted me to go down that way.
Well, if he didn’t he was about to find out.
“Take your time babe,” Steve said as he got himself connected so he could
leave as quickly as possible after me.
With the heavy gloves it wasn’t easy to pull up my bikini top but I ended
up using my thumbs to slide it up and over my boobs as Steve had his
camera ready, capturing as much as possible. It felt so naughty to be
going through the jungle with my boobs out in the open with just Steve
seeing me. Well, Steve and two guides who were rapidly fading away as I
went down the cable.
All too soon Steve motioned for me to pull my top down. Crap, I couldn't
get a grip on it with the cumbersome gloves! My hands kept sliding off
the thin bikini top, getting it just down over my nipples but nowhere
close to covering my entire bust.
“Kelly, forget it, you have to slow down!” Steve called out to me
urgently. Oh well, it would just have to be good enough. I reached up
with my right hand and gripped the cable, feeling the heat buildup even
through the heavy leather strip that was fit into the palm.
The guide at the receiving end grabbed me by the waist as I entered the
platform. Quickly I dropped the gloves and adjusted the top but not
before I’m sure he got an eyeful. Oh well, not like he was complaining.
Steve was there in just a few seconds holding up the camera with a huge
grin.
“You gotta see these,” he said breathlessly.
We moved over to the side as he switched the camera to review mode and
showed me the photos he had just taken. Well, it was something for the
personal version of our honeymoon album!
The guide who had caught me took his turn at the end of the line while
the other raced to the front. They switched around at each platform, I
guess so as not to get bored.
“Would the two of you like to go down together on the next one?” he
asked. He pointed ahead and I saw one of the other couples doing that
very thing. Well, if they could do it I didn't see any reason why we
couldn't, especially if we stayed at the end of the line.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Steve whispered to me. It didn't
require me to be a psychic to figure THAT out. I quickly reached down
and patted him once between his legs. Yep, it was easy to know what he
was thinking.
The guide helping us recommended we go down with Steve facing forward and
me basically sitting his lap facing him. It was a position I was quite
familiar with! It was a little awkward but soon we were on our way.
“Steve!”
My new husband was groping me right in the middle of the jungle while
sliding down a zip line in front of people we’d never met before.
Granted, wearing those heavy gloves made it almost comical, not to
mention a little rough on my skin. It was one of those cases where WHAT
he was doing was more sensual than HOW he was doing it.
It only lasted for about fifteen seconds before he had to reach up for
the cable to slow us down. My only regret was we should have arranged
for one of the guides to photograph us!
Now that we had the position figured out and rehearsed, it was my turn to
take the initiative.
“Can we do that again?” I asked the guide. He smiled and assured it that
it was just fine with him. The sly grin on his face revealed his
ulterior motives but it didn't matter to me. Heck, he would never see us
again so what did it matter?
“Do I really have to wear gloves if we are connected together?” I asked
once he agreed to my first question. That grabbed Steve’s attention as
he looked at me curiously.
The guide debated for a second and then asked one of the older guides.
The second guy came to us and informed us that the safety rules required
that people always wear their gloves. Seeing the dejected look on my
face, he grinned and then added, “But sometimes mistakes happen, you
know?” He elbowed Steve in the ribs and raised his eyebrows, the grin
never leaving his face.
I took off my gloves and handed them to one of the guides. Finally it
was our turn to go and by then I was feeling horny as hell. If I REALLY
had my druthers we would just stay and fuck on the platform. The guides
could watch... heck the way I was feeling they could do me! This time we
had the routine down pat. The moment we left the platform my hands went
straight down to between my legs where Steve’s shorts were unzipped and
waiting for me. Clever boy!
“Can you cum in ten seconds?” I joked as I grabbed his dick through his
shorts.
“Just about,” he groaned as we flew along, oblivious to the beautiful
scenery below us.
Needless to say, there weren't that many option given the situation and
the short time period we had but it was one of those “make a memory”
moments.
“OK, we’re almost there,” he said and I could hear his glove gripping the
cable. I didn't react but instead kept my hands inside our legs.
“Kelly! Now!” he said a little more urgently as we slowed down.
Even before we had taken off I had made up my mind that I wasn’t going to
let loose of him until I absolutely had to and by that I mean physically
had to. I didn't care who saw us. What difference did it make? Maybe I
was being selfish but I wanted something that we could share for the rest
of our lives.
“You’re crazy,” he laughed as I felt hand grab me from behind once we
were over the edge of the next platform.
Only then did I release my grip on him as we stood up. Steve’s dick was
sticking out from his shorts and I got a kick how the guides all turned
their eyes. Well, no gays were here today. Steve quickly pushed his
stiff cock back inside his shorts and zipped them up.
Nobody said anything but I felt rather pleased with myself. I could just
imagine the laughs we would have someday when we were older and recalling
our wild younger days. It wasn’t like we’d be caught having sex.
After that we just rode the next line down without any horseplay. The
guides looked noticeably disappointed! I wondered if they had hoped that
maybe we would up the ante a little with each line but there was a limit
to how far you can go hanging from a cable fifty feet above the ground.
It was the next to last line and for all practical purposes the last good
one as we had learned the last one was pretty short. The big question
faced us - what could we do after all we’d done so far? I really meant it
exactly that way - what COULD we do? Te physical limitations were real
and maybe if we were a circus act there might have been more options but
for now I could only think of one. Somehow I didn’t think anyone would
object...
“What would you do to get me to go totally topless?” I asked Steve with a
naughty grin. “I mean, I’ll give you my bikini top so I can’t cheat.”
Steve stroked his chin thoughtfully, overplaying it a bit but that was
OK.
“How about I fuck you all night when we get back?”
I giggled and answered, “You’re going to do that anyway so what else?”
He didn't say anything right away of I gave him my offer. “What do you
say we stop at Playa del Carmen on the way back and you buy me any dress
I want?”
He said yes so fast it made me wish I’d upped the stakes even more as no
doubt he would have agreed to anything.
“But we need to do something about the rest of the group,” I mused.
“I’ve got that,” he said and then went up a couple of steps to the guide
ahead of us. I couldn't hear what he said but then they both looked back
at me grinning and I figured whatever it was they had something worked
out.
“We’re set,” Steve said when he returned, “They’re going to make sure the
rest of the group has moved on. You’ll have to bare it all in front of
the guys though. I assumed that would be OK.”
I just rolled my eyes. He could be so silly sometimes but that was one
reason I loved him so.
Finally we were next in line. Usually you would go when the person in
front of you was about half-way down but this time we stood there until
everyone had traversed the span and were climbing up to the next takeoff
platform.
“I’ll go first,” Steve offered, twisting around in the harness so he
could look behind him as he went. He had the camera on his lap with the
strap around his neck in case he lost his grip. I’d hate to have to find
that camera in the thick jungle below us.
“OK, hand it over,” Steve said, holding out his hand.
I reached behind my back and undid the tie, then worked the bikini top up
and over my head which wasn't as easy as it sounds with the harness on.
Steve grinned as he took it from my hand and stuffed it in his front
pocket.
“So what do you guys think of my new wife,” Steve asked proudly as I
stood there topless.
They all just smiled and I think they weren’t sure what to say. That was
OK with me, the expression on their faces wrote a book. For a brief
moment I imagined all the possibilities if we just stayed there on the
platform but those thoughts were interrupted when Steve took off.
I was ready to go as soon as he left such that only about fifteen feet
separated us. I held my hand up on the cable with a loose grip so my
boobs were on display as much as possible while Steve had the camera
going non-stop. Even in the heat the breeze felt cool against my boobs
and I could feel my nipples instantly reacting.
All too soon we reached the end of the line. I reached for my bikini but
Steve pulled it back just before I had it.
“Maybe you should just stay that way,” he taunted me.
“Not if you want to get laid tonight,” I warned him, holding out my right
hand with my left on my hip in my most demanding pose.
“Here you go then,” he said, tossing it back to me.
Holy crap, I missed it and my heart skipped a beat but the guide next to
me grabbed it before it feel to the ground. He handed it to me while
taking in a good look at my boobs. I worked it back on and we rushed to
join up with the rest of the group.
“Last line!” the lead guide called out.
This time we would be going almost all the way to the ground so it would
be steeper than any of the previous ones but it was also shorter so we
couldn't build up too much speed. Before I knew it we were on the
ground. Looking at my watch, it had been almost three hours!
Following everyone else, we returned to the equipment center and removed
our harnesses and handed in our helmets and gloves. We thanked the
guides and I saw Steve hang back to tip the guides. They’d certainly
earned it!
We were led to the lunch area where they served us while we all rested.
Sitting down, I suddenly realized how tired I was. Dang, that was a lot
of work! Still, I wouldn't have wanted to miss any of it. As we were
eating I saw people looking up and I saw a series of monitors where a
slideshow was playing featuring each person in the group. I wondered how
much they charged for them but that would depend on how we looked. Heck,
they should have warned us when the photos were being taken so we could
be sure not to be looking like idiots.
Oh... my... god! Steve’s photo was the first of our to appear and I
immediately knew which line where they had taken the photos - the next to
last. Instead of a full head-on photo like most of the previous ones,
this was more of a profile with his camera held out in front of him as he
was taking photos of something. I knew exactly what he was taking them
of, or should I say WHO he was taking them off.... ME!
The system was either automatic or whoever was running it didn't worry
about any difference between G and R ratings. Sure enough, mine came up
next and I heard a few gasps in the lunch area.
“Hey dad... look!” I heard the kid who’d been up in front with his
family.
Sure enough, there I was in all my topless glory, a huge grin on my face
as I zipped through the jungle wearing just a harness and my shorts.
“Now THAT’S interesting,” Steve chuckled. I didn't know whether to be
embarrassed or turned on. It was like everyone had turned to look at me
but what could I do? I just shrugged my shoulders and lifted my hands up
with a “whatever” expression.
“I’ve GOT to buy that one,” Steve said as he got up to hustle to the desk
where they sold the photos. I followed him and all of a sudden it was
like the counter got a lot more crowded.
“I want the girl in the last one,” I hear someone asking.
My eyes widened. Would they really sell someone else’s photo to him?
Apparently yes as I saw him handing over a ten dollar bill with a big
grin as the girl handed him a photo holder which now held a topless photo
of me in it.
Steve finally got to the front of the line and asked for mine. The girl
obviously didn't know he was my husband until her had paid and took the
photo from her. He opened it up to check and then I heard him say to the
girl, “She’s my wife” as he nodded to where I was standing. The girl
looked over at me and just smiled sweetly. Hmmmmmm, was this a common
occurrence?
“This is so cool,” he said as we headed out to get on the army truck that
would take us to the cenote. Was it my imagination or was everyone
looking at me as we climbed aboard?
It was a short bumpy ride to the cenote. I stripped off my shorts and
stuffed them in my bag along with the photo as we followed everyone to
the top of the cenote. At the edge I looked down where it looked like a
miniature lake of crystal clear water. People were already swimming
along the edges and then I saw someone zipping down, hanging onto a bar
with his hands. Right over the middle he let go and did a cannonball
into the water.
“Cool!” Steve gushed and I could see he was eager to give it a try.
There was quite a line so it would be a few minutes during which I did
some people- watching, one of my favorite hobbies.
We were definitely in Mexico, or at least NOT the local public pool in
Pittsburgh. Nobody was nude, or at least not technically as some of the
thongs were all but nonexistent. Even those girls who probably should
NOT have been wearing thongs were letting their asses hang out and their
boobs all but busting out of mini-bikini tops. Heck, if anything mine
was conservative as there was actually some material running up the back
of my butt and not just a string.
The flight into the cenote was fun but by then I’d about had my fill of
zip lines. The best part was the cool water after spending several hours
in the jungle heat and humidity. Being we didn't have to wait for a van
or bus to collect all its passengers, we could leave whenever we wanted
so after Steve took a second run we decided we’d better get going as we
had a long trip ahead of us... not to mention some shopping. I wasn't
going to let him off from his promise!
Chapter 7 - Did I Mention I'm in Love?
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After spending the week in mostly rural areas, Playa del Carmen was like
New York City. The traffic was horrendous and I was scared to death we
would get in an accident after hearing horror stories of what happened to
foreigners having car accidents in Mexico. It wasn't until we finally
found a parking space in a ridiculously expensive parking lot and began
walking around that I felt at ease.
This would be our last “experience” in Mexico and my husband and lover
treated me like a princess. He didn't refuse me anything, not even when
I picked out the most beautiful (and expensive) dress in this perfect
little boutique shop tucked away from the main drag. We had some drinks,
bought some silly souvenirs and grabbed a bit to eat at what looked to be
a safe restaurant. I don’t think we separated the entire time, walking
everyone holding hands or our arms around the other. We must have
stopped to kiss a hundred times!
The trip back was fairly uneventful. Both of us were tired and had it
not been for the tight suspension of the Jeep I would have fallen asleep
long before I actually did. It wasn’t until the Jeep lurched into a
pothole on the final road to the inn that I woke.
“Have a good time?” Maria asked, offering us food which we politely
refused. I started to tell her a bit about our day when Steve reached
into my bag and pulled out the photo holder.
“No!” I said firmly but he just brushed my objection aside. He handed
the holder to Maria who looked at me and then slowly opened it. A smile
came to her face and she shut it again.
“Well, I guess you DID have a good time.”
Understatement of the day.
We made our way back to the cabana where the soft glow of the low voltage
lights lit the curtains of our neighbors. They would stay on a few more
hours before the power was cut for the night. Steve shut the door behind
us and then we turned and embraced one another, kissing passionately, our
hands all over the other.
Suddenly I burst into tears. Our honeymoon was almost over!!!
“Oh Steve, I love you SOOOOOO much,” I sobbed into his shoulder. He
pulled me in tight and just held me against him, the strength and warmth
of his body making me feel so secure.
I looked up into his eyes and traced my fingertips along his cheeks and
forehead and then along his lips. He needed a shave but I didn't care.
“Make love to me Steve... oh darling make love to me like you never have
before.”
That night on the beach my husband made love to me in the same place
where we did the first night we’d arrived only this time it was even
better. We had been through so much this past week, spending more time
than ever before in such a short time. As much as I knew I had loved him
before, now it was deeper than anything I had ever imagined.
How many times did I cum? I know HE came three times. Eventually we made
our way back to our cabana and slipped into bed together. I felt
fulfilled, loved, so happy. It was almost scary. How could it ever get
better than this?
The next morning we made love one last time before breakfast and then
there was the long drive back to the airport. I watched as the scenery
passed by, trying to take it in as much as possible, trying to drive
every detail into my memory.
As we boarded the plane, I looked one more time back into the terminal
and said a little goodbye to Cancun. Funny, I’d been here before and
left from almost the exact same gate yet this time was so different. I
looked at Steve ahead of me and smiled as I quickened my steps to join
him.
Our honeymoon was over but something told me the best was yet to come!
Did I ever mention I love my husband?
THE END