Caribbean Sun – Part 2

 

Text Box: Evening had fallen and the sun had retreated beyond the horizon to its place of rest, and in its place filling the sky with passionate luminous orange was a full moon. Somewhere in the distance the sounds of Calypso music danced on the night breeze, and Neisey for a brief moment thought she was dreaming. Beneath her towel the sand was still warm from their passionate lovemaking, and the heat that had escaped her body from making love earlier that day to Damian had returned with a greater intensity. He lay sleeping soundly next to her on his stomach and every few seconds a whistling snore would escape his lips. It reminded her of a train pulling into a subway station in New York. He looked at peace as he slept, and a slight smile creased the corners of his lips as if he was replaying the pleasures he and Neisey had experienced earlier that afternoon. It was unlike Neisey to allow her sexual desires to overpower her common sense, but when he looked at her with those soft brown eyes common sense went out the window and primitive lust to be ravished by a man took over her famished pussy. His breathing was even; rhythmic and smooth reminiscent of the strokes he administered to her body under a hot Caribbean sun earlier that afternoon. There was too much space between their bodies so she inched closer, and allowed the heat of his body to cascade over her like water going over a waterfall. She laid her head on his hairy chest and felt his heart beating in the palm of her hands. Neisey allowed her mind to wander to the passion she had experienced with this man she barely knew who now had intimate knowledge of her body. Damian had touched her body making her feel things that left her quivering and in convulsions. Now that the shoe was on the other foot, Neisey now knew how her previous lover felt when they were about to climax. She felt like a puppet in Damian’s arms and every string he pulled brought her closer to a place no man had ever taken her before. Neisey had become adept at sometimes faking orgasms because experience had taught her that telling a man the truth about his sexual performance especially during the middle of sex would cause the loss of his flaccid erection. Her last boyfriend was amazed at how great a lover he was by the sounds she made every time they made love. His last girlfriend was the one with the problem he thought because she always said his dick was too little, and sex with him was like having sex with a little kid. And now here was Damian making her feel like a woman for the first time in her life. She was completely enraptured with Damian. The moonlight shone on their naked bodies and made a spotlight on Damian’s firm ass. An overpowering urge to fondle it came over Neisey, but she resisted, walked closer to the water and let her gaze wander to the Text Box: ocean. The sounds of water hitting against rocks and finding its way to the sand a few feet away was music to Neisey’s ears. The beginnings of a song was born and she started humming it out loud, “gotta keep holding on”, she said it over in her mind a few times and made a mental note to remember this line. In six months, Neisey would have a number one song on her hands. The sweet songs of an angel singing to the night sky awakened Damian. Neisey’s back was turned to Damian as she gazed into the ocean and visualized her future as a singing star. His eyes admired her full beauty and drank it greedily. He felt his manhood rising again in anticipation of finding the heat hiding between Neisey’s chocolate thighs. The thought of what they had shared earlier sent a shiver down his spine, and he wanted more of the passion that had swept over them leaving them spent and gasping for breath. Even though she was tiny, a tiger lived inside her body and she met Damian’s every deep stroke with an empathic moan. His thrusts felt like heat missiles navigating their way through her hot pussy. Her pussy was hungry and demanded to be fed. A self-imposed no dick diet had her hormones ravaging out of control. When the wind blew her nipples would get hard, hearing the voice of a sexy male would make her panties moist and when Damian touched her-it was all she wrote. She rode his cock like a raging bull out of control and Damian hung on for dear life as he waited for her storm to pass, but it didn’t She was in a trancelike state and couldn’t stop herself. She had heard that dick could be addictive but this was ridiculous. It was like a thing growing inside of her with tentacles, and every tentacle was touching a virgin nerve in her throbbing pussy and his cock was at the center of this erect entity navigating her ecstasy. A piercing scream of passion filled the night air, and if there was anyone within hearing distance; they would surely have called the cops to investigate Neisey’s screams of orgasmic pleasure. And then seemingly all the tentacles conspired to concentrate on Neisey’s swollen plum clitoris: stroking, teasing, caressing it until she released all her pent up juices all over Damian’s cock leaving him drowning in pussy juice. They lay spent in each other’s arms and drifted into the world of sleep with smiles on their face, and the rest of the evening waiting for them.as he waited for her storm to pass, but it didn’t She was in a trancelike state and couldn’t stop herself. She had heard that dick could be addictive but this was ridiculous.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

Text Box: It was like a thing growing inside of with tentacles, and every tentacle was touching a virgin nerve in her throbbing pussy and his cock was at the center of this erect entity navigating her ecstasy. A piercing scream of passion filled the night air, and if there was anyone within hearing distance; they would surely have called the cops to investigate Neisey’s screams of orgasmic pleasure. And then seemingly all the tentacles conspired to concentrate on Neisey’s swollen plum clitoris: stroking, teasing, caressing it until she released all her pent up juices all over Damian’s cock leaving him drowning in pussy juice. They lay spent in each other’s arms and drifted into the world of sleep with smiles on their face, and the rest of the evening waiting for them. Damian tiptoed behind Neisey and wrapped his arms around her naked body. He softly bit the back of her neck, and she shuddered as it reverberated all through out her body. If Neisey was sugar; she would have melted into the ocean and wash away with the tide never to be seen again. How could a man she barely knew have this kind of effect on her body and mind she wondered again to herself? His half swollen erection dangled between Damian’s legs and came to rest between Neisey’s ass cheeks. She could feel him coming to life and his erection gently spread her open. She knew it wouldn’t be long before they were swept away in a sea of passion. The contrast between the heat emanating from their bodies and her feet sinking lower and lower in the wet sand made her unsteady, but Damian’s firm hands were wrapped around her tiny waist. In his hands she felt so small but safe. If tonight would be the only night they would ever spend together then she wanted him to take her to that place she visited earlier. A night like this can last forever and can be replayed over and over again when those lonely nights came to visit during those long lonesome winter nights. It usually took Damian longer than this to get going again, but seeing Neisey’s naked body shrouded in moonlight sent a rush of blood jolting through his body and it was all concentrated in one place. His eyes were closed and like a blind man he used his sense of touch to maneuver his way around the fire he felt between his hands. It reminded him of putting his hands close to the stove in his one bedroom apartment back in the day when heat was a commodity. Just close enough so he wouldn’t get burned, but he was way past that stage with her. Common sense told him that she was just here for vacation, and probably had a boyfriend back home. She had that special something “it” that had his mind spinning in ways he never knew it could spin. It’s true what they say: when desire bites your heart there’s no sweeter pain. She wanted to see his eyes, feel the hands that had set her heart on fire so she turned around to meet his stare. In his eyes she saw how much he wanted her. It was a reflection of how she was feeling, and the urgency of how much they wanted to be inside each other, like a hand inside a glove, he fit her perfectly and it was as if he had always been inside of her. In one swift motion Damian put his hands on her waist, lifted her into the air, and she descended slowly on his pulsating heat missile. A sweet gasp escaped her throat but didn’t go beyond her lips as she momentarily struggled to catch her groove. They found it together which is Text Box: always a beautiful thing when that happens, and the strength of Damian’s deep thrusts would propel her into the air as if his cock was a trampoline. At the instant of penetration he would cradle her ass and she would ease down his throbbing thick cock like a stripper sliding down a greased pole to be refilled again and again. She kissed him everywhere on his face, neck and his baldhead as she bounced up and down on his erection. She marveled at how strong his hands were, but at the same time so soft and gentle. She was in heaven and didn’t even realize that Damian had raised her above his shoulders and she was sitting on his face and riding his tongue. Her legs were wrapped around his head as she urged him deeper into her sweetness by spanning his baldhead like a basketball to taste all her juices. The man is a magician Neisey thought as waves of pleasure consumed her body. Every lick and suck released a groan of pleasure from both her lips. Damian was indeed The Pussy Whisperer, and he had Neisey’s pussy speaking in tongues that would make a comedian blush. His baldhead glistened with her juices under the soft glare of the moonlight. The moment was picturesque: two naked bodies, beautiful moonlight immortalizing the moment and the soft music of the waves kissing against the shore were all being committed to memory by Neisey and Damian. Damian had a fetish for nectar that he couldn’t explain, and as he drank from Neisey’s overflowing cup of life he knew that this couldn’t end here. That somehow what they were sharing wasn’t meant to be something frivolous, some sort of momentary diversion. Was she feeling the same thing he wondered? Was he just an island Mandingo sent here to give her pleasure or could he be more than that in her life? He pushed those questions to the darkest part of his mind and quickly went back to the pleasure at hand. Neisey entertained the same questions, but she had a few unresolved issues back in New York to deal with before she could even consider any sort of relationship with Damian. But that’s the beauty of escapism of dreaming; it allows you a momentary diversion from the reality of your everyday life even when you somehow know that your head is in the clouds, but that doesn’t matter in the least. A smile is etched on your face; your worries are temporarily forgotten and the pleasures of the body finally meet the expectations of all your cravings. Neisey and Damian would soon confront all their unanswered questions, but for now they allowed their bodies and minds to merge into a single thought of pleasure. Together they would push the boundaries of all they had come to know, but always secretly believing that there was something better just barely out of their reach. Maybe now, everything they had dreamed about in silence and prayed for had come to fruition. Maybe this time, life would live up to the ideal of its most fervent dreamers. Dean Jean-Pierre 2/10/06 6:20 pm