The morning’s vision enlivened our senses like coffee. When we stepped out of the room onto the terrace, we were greeted with the orchestration combining our vision of the tropical beach with our hearing serenaded by the soft sound of waves lapping at the beach. After the trip and sleep, we sought to awaken our palates with coffee.
The open-air bar next door opened at eleven, so we still had about an hour to wait for The Tipsy Tuna to open for coffee or walk a couple of hundred meters to the Cozy Corner for a more substantial breakfast right away. After briefly discussing this with our viscera, we decided to try the Cozy Corner and check out the bar later.
We had sent messages to our spouses the night before about the problem with the room and that we had worked it out. The follow-up messages were photos of the beach from the restaurant that would have been suitable for travel ads.
Walking in the early morning sun on the beach was a delight. The slight breeze early in the day and the sand beneath our sandals made little crunches with each step. The feeling of not needing heavy clothing and the humidity beckoned us to the water. The rays were warm and not yet overpowering.
The Cozy Corner was a warm, welcoming hotel restaurant. We ordered breakfast. Laura had bacon and fried eggs with a cappuccino, and I asked for the Belgian waffles that are lighter than the North American version, along with a latte and a fresh papaya juice. We asked about each other’s families and how they were doing. Our next discussion was about what we would do for the first full day alone in Belize.
Our choices were to explore marine life, swimming, and taking a trip to a chocolate plantation. We were still tired after the trip, so we opted to go swimming. That sensible suggestion was the option we made as we finished our coffee and began a slow walk back to our hotel. The warm, blue-green water was inviting us. I couldn’t help but wish we were in an isolated area, and leaving clothes on the ground would be all we would need to do to go swimming.
We went back to the room, opened our suitcases, and took out our swimsuits. I needed to shave and to brush my teeth to feel like I was not in a dream. Seeing Laura change made me feel like we should stay in the room. Suppressing that thought and rapidly cleaning up, we were ready to test the waters, literally.
Greeted again with the overpowering tropical panorama, just leaving the room was a sensual bath. Approaching the beach was a short walk. Our feet touching the water did not need time to acclimate. The sea was warm, and we could stroll into the water without needing any adaptation. The morning was magical, even though it was not early. The sun was rising still when it was deep enough to start swimming farther.
We paused to look at the large expanse of open water and the coastline that curved to the left of our hotel in the distance, maybe five kilometers away. On the right, the Placentia Caye Island was on the right, but the beach opened on the sea. We started to swim toward the open water.
Laura was ahead of me in the clear water. Watching her back and ass move was a treat that I had to take in with the rest of this incredible place. Nobody else was in the water, giving the place a first or last people on earth look.
When we were about a hundred meters from the shore, Laura stopped, turned around, opened her arms, took me in, and kissed me.
“Follow me over there,” she asked.
“On your command,” I joked.
We swam over to the place Laura indicated and found a rock, more a flat-topped boulder, under the water, and when we were on it, the water was no more than chest deep. Turning around from almost two hundred yards, the beach and the coast with the palm trees drew an idyllic scene.
“Very romantic painting,” I said, with the natural beauty staring at me.
“Oh hell, Tom, this place has my hormones in overdrive,” Laura declared.
We faced each other, interlacing our arms, and had our first deep kiss outside the room. Caressing our backs in the salty water raised our excitement. Laura’s breasts heaved as our tongues darted in and out and then plunged circling each other. We were not going to leave this place without formally christening the place.
“You know that I had pictured this moment for a long time, Tom,” she stated as we broke off briefly and she held my face.
“I wasn’t sure what to think, how, or if we would ever meet, but I hoped we would,” I responded.
“Why are we still ‘dressed’?” Laura wondered.
“A little in awe of the scenery and nervous?” I answered.
It was our first time alone together, and we both loved our spouses, but the relationship we developed online was as real as any other friendship. However, we also enjoyed cybersex, the sea, and our electronic lovemaking was realistic in the emotions it evoked and the sexual energy that accompanied it. Even with our spouses, there was a need to please each other that we felt. Our time in chats did not always involve just raw sex. We took time to get to know each other. But at least I had this underlying need to please Laura every time we had more than a few minutes to chat.
Removing her bra and then her bikini bottom was rapid. She attached them by hooking the bra into the bottom and putting her leg through her arm so that she wouldn’t lose them in what was developing.
Surveying her body with obvious lust, her breasts floating with the points on her nipples already hard, I was absorbing her and was in a state of frozen animation, just waiting for reality to tap me and restart.
“Hey, I’m real, Tom, and buck naked. Don’t just stand there; show me yourself. I’m horny just waiting,” she blurted out.
Reality had tapped. I snapped back and, hopping on one foot at a time, removed my bathing suit.
“Hmm…a little small in the water. We need to help him grow a little,” Laura coaxed.
Taking my manhood in her hand, she lifted me onto my back in the water, raising my body to the surface.
“You aren’t going to stay like that for long, are you, Tom?” she said pleadingly, looking at me with bedroom eyes in the sea.
Following up, she placed my legs on her shoulders, with my knees over her back, and her head was now at my crotch. She sucked at my balls, which were a small sac now in the water.
“Hmm…love to suck on your balls.”
My shaft had not yet hardened, but she started on my penis, small in the water, wanting to increase the blood flow. Her mouth could take in the whole pathetic shaft at that moment. Her tongue circled all around me, and I knew she would not be able to hold me like that for long.
The blood flow increased, and the elongation proceeded rapidly. Oral sex in water is trickier than on land.
“You are shaping up nicely. It is difficult to tell the difference between your precum and the water, but I love your saltiness,” Laura briefly interjected before plunging on me again.
My cock was at full length, and Laura could swallow it with a little difficulty. Her tongue stayed active, circling around my rod and flicking at my frenulum while diving again to take me and cover me in her saliva.
“Your meat is ready, Tom. Time to take me.”
Dismounting from her shoulders, I dropped my feet onto the rock next to Laura and held her tightly as we kissed, and she felt my hardness against her abdomen. I took a step back and pushed my cock down. I rubbed her clit with the hard head, and she cooed.
“Mmm…fuck me, Tom. I want all of you.”
Without hesitation, I bent my knees, found her entrance, lifted her up, and placed the head just inside her pussy. We kissed, and our tongues danced as I lowered Laura onto my length. She was breathing hard as my shaft penetrated, with her taking all of me.
Once she had me all the way in, she let go of me and floated attached, then retrieved me, holding tight and moving up and down. The view from the beach must have been almost like a shark attack, with thrashing in the water as we kissed and moved up and down.
The first time in the water was unlike on land. We could adapt to other positions with ease. Laura turned around, and I was fucking her from behind with her legs wrapped around my ass. I held her arms and pulled her back and forth. Her breasts swayed in the water and bobbed, but I was unable to give them proper attention.
Our tension was building with this newfound way to please each other. We were enjoying it, but our bodies were craving release. I could feel Laura’s nub with one hand, and it would cause her to groan, and I felt it twitch with the caresses. She reached down to feel my balls, and the squeezes were having an effect.
“Cum in me, Tom. Give it to me,” she squealed.
The twitching was now close to a full ejaculation. The blue sky with Laura panting and grunting was an unreal vision. I pulled her onto me with both her arms, and she knew that I would not be able to resist her for long.
“Cum with me, Laura. Cum on my cock.”
Saying that was the start of the ending. My cock recoiled and then spurted my man-seed into her. She groaned as she could feel me, and then her convulsions shook me as she shivered and released herself. My subsequent spurts were almost as strong.
Pulling her back to me, I kissed her neck, salty from the sea, and played with her breasts as we started to relax.
“I feel your cream in me,” she said as her hard breath started to calm.
“Laura, let’s try something?” I asked.
“Didn’t we just do that?” she retorted.
I pulled her off me gently, and looking into the clear water, a little cloud of white formed near our bodies. Turning her over, I draped her legs over my back, and her pussy was at my mouth.
Her pussy was salty, and my cream was still leaking out. I kissed her labia, and my tongue licked at her folds, giving her as much attention as possible.
She squirmed with my tongue fucking her to clean her out. Finding her nub a little relaxed, she almost sat up on my shoulders when I sucked on that hardening button. Laura was becoming aroused again.
“Fucking don’t stop, Tom, or I’ll drown you!”
My tongue was bathing her, and I could taste our saltiness. Laura was bucking on my face now, and I could slip a hand into her cunt to finger her. Sucking harder on her clit, she was approaching another release.
“Yes. My fucking cunt!” she screamed.
As she said that, I could feel her nectar hit my face as she began to gush. Her legs squeezed tight, and she had another three to four fountains erupt on me. I was so happy as Laura made her body move up and down on my face.
“First time someone ate me at sea. I love the feeling just after you came in me,” Laura announced ebulliently.
That first time had its magic as we shared an experience that was unlike anything either of us had experienced. Even though we were far from shore, there was a hint of exhibitionism. The air and the closeness to one another in the vastness of the sea.
Time to go back to the shore. We regretted putting on our bathing suits, but it was time to relax a little. The gentle breeze and warm water were great, but we wanted to just crash out on the chaise lounges on the beach. The day was heating up, but by the palm trees and near the water in front of the hotel, we crashed onto the chaise lounges. The morning ‘swim’ was energizing, but we still needed to pause a little before continuing our day. The sun through the palm trees and the slight breeze served to glue us to the site for a time before continuing. The remaining day awaited us.
