Subject: Our Honeymoon
Story Codes: MF oral exhib
Diary Date: August 31, 2011
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
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:
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 broke 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, laying next
to my freshly-minted husband Steve. My handsome man was still laying 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 fiance. 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
lense 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.
“Ohhhhh!” 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 fiance, 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 build up 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