It really was paradise. A hut over the water with a whole on the floor for you to dive straight into the warm tropical water, the crystal clear blue sea.

At first it was hard to get into it though, after a few hours of arousal and provocations he was kissing her senseless on the door, at the wall and the door again.

With one hand each they were trying to open the apartment but were experiencing a few coordination problems.

Eventually the door opened by thinking power or their hands were able to produce the right movements by sheer luck to make it open.

Finally they were able to finish what they had started so many hours before. This time he didn’t wait for her to close the door and was already thrusting into her. Carrying her while closing the door, removing his shirt, the rest of his trousers, briefs, her dress, and shoes, the socks were quite challenging !

The only thing he didn’t strip was his tie. She was stimulated by her own smell on the tie while he was having her.

Pulling her head back by the hair, kissing, licking and biting her neck. Carrying her all over the place, he seemed intent to know every single detail of it, walls, floor, the cold floor, the rug, comfy rug, the kitchen bench, perfect high, she felt very improper indeed lying with her bottom up on the kitchen counter, totally naked, spread eagled, waiting for him to do whatever he wanted. He knew she liked him anywhere and could feel a heat right in her core feeling her tong preparing her without really knowing where he was going next.

He got it all, penetrating her both ways, so deep because of the position but all she wanted was for him to keep it up forever.

A part of her mind was trying to understand how such an animal, savage, even a bit painful event could feel so good. Her civilised, prude, married and lady self was totally abashed. But the whore within was having a ball.

She could feel him stopping now and then, she knew he was prolonging the moment, avoiding the orgasm.

When he decided to carry her to the bed it was by trusting deep, holding her legs from under the knees, her back to his front still. She was squatted in the air.

She couldn’t believe the positions this guy was able to discover in her. So much for her precious previous belief that there were only 5 or 6 poses that were actually doable. She used to think that Kama Sutra was a mostly theoretical thing, now she was adding a few pages to the book.

It happened at every encounter with her lover. She kept thinking: “Oh My! How is he doing that?  If I saw a picture I wouldn’t believe the guy was actually inside the woman but well, being the picture was undeniable: he was pretty much inside of me, even if I’m lying on the floor, front down, legs closed, and he is massaging my back!”

Still having flashbacks from other encounters she was carried to bed feeling a bit like a chicken ready to be roasted, she even had the shaft up on her ass – she had to chuckle a bit to that, but then he was used with her laughing all kinds of laughs during love making –  but his walking and carrying her almost made her come.

It didn’t take long after they reached the bed for her to climax, but only on her third orgasm he finally came himself.

Then another dream came true: all windows opened, she could see the ocean all around her, he lying in the bed on his tummy and she on top of him, felling his sweat mixing up with hers. Such an intimate moment, it gave her an emotional ecstasy…

And the days there were just starting…

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