Full Caribbean Moon - Sex Stories

Full Caribbean Moon

... opened the door to retrieve their beverages, she observed the man she'd made love with, his privates joyfully lewd in the bright illumination of the electric bulb. She stood, accepted the glass. "What time is it?" "Let me see." Jonathan turned on the bedside lamp, got his watch. "almost five o'clock." "Oh, dear." She stretched, working the kinks out. Jonathan enjoyed the sight of her graceful body, breasts slightly drooping with age, the dark patch of hair at the junction of her legs. "I hate to say this, but I probably should be going." "You can't stay?" he pleaded. "I'd like to, but I shouldn't." "May I walk you back?" She appreciated the offer, a woman out at night often feels insecure. "I'd like that, yes." Jonathan retrieved their clothes from the balcony. A little self consciously, the spell beginning to dissipate, she pulled the dress over her head, covering the body she'd gleefully presented to him. They stepped out of the love nest and began to stroll through the darkness. "Have you seen the waterfall?" he suggested. "No. I saw it on the map, but we didn't get there yesterday." "It's not far," he said, "come on." They turned a corner, the path ran close to the beach. In front of them, the sky was beginning to brighten, blackness merging to cobalt to indigo. Over their left shoulders, the moon, now nearly touching the horizon, shone goldly on the lovers. Three hundred paces led them to a slight drop in the level of the ground, soft electricity illuminated a ...

... staircase. The sound of rushing water competed with the trills of birds waking each other for the expected dawn. Terri was ecstatic with the glen. The milky cascade toppled down a twenty-foot hillside, rippling a pool. Dozens of turtles napped on logs, fish stirred the surface, searching for breakfast. They sat together on a park bench watching the drama before them. The ardor of their togetherness was recalled, body touched body, lips touched lips. A hand crept under the skirt, through the fly. Passion began to overwhelm them again, and then, as if to say, "enough," the sounds of running feet, the warning of an early morning jogger, were audible. Quickly they broke from their passion. "Really," Terri awkwardly petitioned, "I must be getting home now." They took the same path back, past his room, around the swimming pool. White jacketed waiters were readying the tables for breakfast, the rich scent of brewing coffee wafted around them. The portable dance floor, the musical instruments of the band were stored now, waiting for sunset to infuse other lovers with their sorcery. Could it be only five hours since she'd met Jonathan, Terri thought, it seemed like days. Through the palms the last sliver of moon dipped over the horizon, swallowed by the Caribbean. The magic of the night was now, officially, over. They strolled the path to her room, clinging to each other. "I'd like to see you again," Jonathan said. "I'd like that too, but I don't know. It depends on Will." "I thought he was ...