We started slow, and we were thousands of miles apart. There was no way we would ever meet in person. Our chats were not always sexual. But they often went that way, and when they did, we were unrestrained in sharing what we wanted.
That was great. A relationship that was not a problem gave us companionship, and the sex chats let us release energy that could power large cities.
After five years of sharing online, we wanted to meet with our spouses to at least have one in-person meeting. That way, we could see if there really was some in-person chemistry. We arranged to meet in Belize at the same time and at the same hotel. It wasn’t easy, but everything was set.
In a strange twist, we both would meet before our respective spouses arrived.
My spouse had planned the installation of a jacuzzi and wanted to make sure it was to her specifications. However, the delivery and installation were delayed. The late arrival and installation meant that the jacuzzi installation would occur during the initial stages of a trip already organized to Belize. A meticulous planner, my spouse, Kim, trusted no one for the placement of the jacuzzi. She urged me to go ahead with the first week of our planned trip to Belize, and she would join me at the end of the week.
Meanwhile, Laura’s travel plans to Belize were disrupted when her husband had a snap police conference to attend on public safety. That mandatory meeting led him to urge her to go for the first week of their vacation.
We had lost the possibility of a “chance meeting” between two couples in a tropical setting. Now Laura and I would be in the same hotel at the same time, and both without our spouses. Our controlled setting had just vanished.
My initial hot rush faded as I felt that Laura would not be attracted to me in a non-electronic setting. She had seen my face in numerous photos, but more photos of my southern geography than of my face.
My co-plotter, I found out later, had similar fears. Her feeling was, “Would he like me when he only had a couple of photos of me over five years and no idea of my face down?”
These ideas, however juvenile, plagued us well into our later lives, despite our status and stability in our “real” lives. Somehow, when we grow up, we never really do.
The vacation was scheduled for March. Planning to visit Placentia, waiting for our spouses would prove interesting.
The flight from Canada for Laura through Montreal was rapid. A one-hour time difference with Belize. My flight from Europe was much longer, with a seven-hour time difference and stops in Zurich, followed by Montreal, and then on to Belize City.
We would be on the same flight from Montreal to Belize City. We had baggage for a 3-week trip, 2 weeks of which were with spouses.
We had set up our timing to arrive close to the same time at the Belize International Airport. That way, we could try to use the same transfer to the small hotel we had arranged.
We arrived at the airport together. The heat of the Southern Caribbean with humidity hit me as I left the plane and walked to the terminal. A quick text to my spouse, Kim, that I had arrived and was waiting for the bag to arrive.
My trepidation increased as I knew Laura had also arrived. We decided our “chance meeting” meant no telephone numbers.
Retrieving my bag, I went through customs. Nothing to declare, except to meet this woman was more than I could stand. My chest was pounding as I walked out the door.
A woman in a light, airy blue dress with her head bowed turned as the door opened to the arrival area. She walked right up to me. The emerald eyes gave her away. She was just as I imagined, but the tropical heat had us sweating.
“Hey, stranger. I’m looking to go to Placentia. Would you like to share a ride?”
It only took a second, and I realized that we were staring at each other, live. I was a little embarrassed and jet-lagged, but Laura jumped up and threw her arms around me. She had seen many more photos of my face than I had of hers.
“Tell me you’re Tom or I will die of embarrassment,” she whispered.
“George, from Milwaukee, Laura,” I answered in a way not to keep her waiting too long.
Those first words broke the ice, and with that, we had a short embrace and hugged for what seemed like minutes.
“Let’s find transport, Laura,” I said as I steered our baggage near the exit.
It was nighttime as we stepped out into the tropical heat and humidity. The early spring wear from our respective homes had us shedding heavy sweaters and outerwear.
We found a young driver to take us to the hotel. The drive was long, almost three hours, and the air conditioning, although appreciated, was a little high. Our chauffeur was surprised we were both going to the same place. He loaded our luggage, and after negotiating the price, off we went to Placentia.
The lights along the route were limited to small towns. The route started out in the countryside, with the darkness taking up the first part. The vegetation was dense, but the darkness made it difficult to know what we were passing.
We finally had some time to catch up.
“How was your flight, Laura?”
“Not bad. I had a flight to Montreal, and from there it was easy. And yours?”
“Okay. But the transfers make it longer! I’m a little tired but energized to meet you, Laura.”
“Me too!”
We exchanged our families’ latest exploits, and we were like old friends.
I held her hands and had wondered, these years, what she would feel like and smell like. After my long flight, I must have a peculiar, non-erotic odor more attractive to bears or dogs.
We were smiling at each other and were a little tired. We both dozed off as we leaned on each other. I couldn’t help caressing Laura’s arms and sides, gently grazing her breasts.
After the first hour, we were following along the sea. The road weaved, and sometimes we couldn’t see the sea, but the water was not far. The night was not lit up by the moon, so the perceptions of the sea were like a painting of the water at night. The car continued to bounce a little, depending on the amount of repair to the local roads.
I placed my arm around Laura, and her head dropped into my lap, exhausted, as I massaged her back. Not, as you readers thought she might do, but I will say that my lap was harder than normal while Laura took a nap for an hour.
We were about two hours out when we crossed what appeared to be an isthmus with water on both sides of the route.
I woke up Laura to see it, because it was interesting and certainly would have been even more so in the daytime. That would prove breathtaking when we finally experienced it in the daytime with the blue water and the sea life that was just below the surface.
“Don’t think we are too far away from Placentia,” I managed to tell Laura.
The driver confirmed that we would arrive at our destination in less than twenty-five minutes. That was a relief after all the traveling.
Finally, we arrived at the hotel that was right on the beach.
It had taken years for us to arrive at a face-to-face meeting. Now we were both exhausted. We had energy, but why be frustrated with less?
The hotel had us booked for similar rooms. Julia’s Beach Front Cabanas and Guest House. Not fantastic and only three stars, but we were almost off the map. The rooms had balconies facing the Caribbean, along with some comfortable hammocks. There was air conditioning, but after being cooped up in planes and a car for such a long time, sleeping would be a welcome solution.
Placentia is a small town, a very small town. A few restaurants, some hotels, guest houses, a fire station, a small port, about four bars, an Anglican church, and a lot of friendly people!
Walking into the office, Julia disappointed us. “Sorry, but I only have one cabana for the first six nights,” a downtrodden Julia indicated.
But Laura was more awake than I was.
“That’s okay. We are long-standing friends, and our spouses only arrive next week,” Laura said.
This was almost too good to be true. We would be alone together, forced into the same room for six days.
Our bags were moved into Cabana eight, with a view directly of the Caribbean. Once the door was closed and bolted, we had our first erotic kiss. Our arms interlaced, and we kissed, our tongues grabbing to pull us closer.
There was electricity and magic that set off my corpus cavernosum to fill with blood. My organ was ready to play a tune, but the rest of me was craving sleep. Laura’s body was at my fingertips, but we both hesitated from fatigue.
A welcoming kiss after all those electronic ones that avoided the long travel time and taste of airplane food.
“We need to sleep before anything, Tom.”
For once, the rest of my body outvoted my little brain. “Agreed,” but first, a quick shower to remove the travel crust.
We prepared for bed with individual showers, and we had light night clothing for the humid tropical heat. We turned on the overhead fan to usher in a tropical night feeling. Tomorrow, we could use the air conditioner, but tonight it seemed like another epoch.
Her body excited me, even in my depleted state. The king-sized bed was comfortable, and we kept at a reasonable distance for this night.
We kissed briefly but in a sexy manner, and I had a feel of Laura’s most cherished part, her breasts. Her nipples poked out through her flimsy nightgown, and she moaned into my mouth.
Laura reached down and felt my cock. It was hard and definitely ready, but held back by the need for sleep.
She couldn’t help commenting, “You may be tired, but he isn’t, and I think he would let me go for a nice long ride.”
“Sweet dreams, Tom.”
“Sweet dreams, Laura.”
We were both asleep almost instantaneously.
The night was a little fitful for me with the jet lag. The fan was useful but not enough. I started with a loose T-shirt and baggy short pajama bottoms. It was still warm in the room. I took off the T-shirt first. After a while longer, the shorts came off, but I kept the sheet over myself to maintain some modesty. That allowed me to have a full night’s sleep without interruption.
Sleeping on my stomach, I was a little surprised when I felt a nibbling at my ear and a hand massaging my back. Slipping down my side, a hand urged me to turn onto my side and then onto my back. That revealed my morning erection as I felt her skilled hand wrap around and stroke my member. It took a few seconds to realize that Laura had begun to fulfill a fantasy that I had imagined with her.
She moved down and felt my balls. Kissing my back and holding my neck, her hand was sliding down my chest while kissing me. I was posed on the edge of the bed, which made it difficult to move much.
Her mouth explored my neck and drifted down my torso, stopping at my breast. A charge went through me as she sucked on my left nipple while one of my hands caressed her hair and neck behind me, as her magnificent mounds rubbed against my abdomen with her hardened nipples raising my cock to full mast.
“Time to wake up and give me my morning dose,” she pouted, knowing that I wouldn’t be immune to her mood.
Looking down, taking my shaft in her hand, she couldn’t hold back. “Oh, your cock is so beautiful. You don’t know how many times I have imagined sucking you, but now it is mine.”
Licking, sucking, and then concentrating on my nipples, Laura made me understand why women like to have their breasts sucked.
All that with her hand moving up and down between my legs. Grabbing my rod at the base, her fingers played with my sensitive testicles.
“I am going to enjoy this, and then you can make me have a great time,” she continued.
Moving to my mouth, we kissed hard, and our tongues choreographed our needs. Laura sucked on my tongue, and I licked her lips, inserting my tongue in her mouth, reveling in her enthusiasm.
She pulled her head back a little. Laura held my manhood and was stroking it, staring as if in a daydream for almost a minute. Then she looked into my eyes as her head moved to my corona and her tongue slowly circled the head. Concentrating on my cock with her mouth and one hand, she caressed my abdomen and chest with the other.
“I’ve lived this in my daydreams, and I want the finish,” she panted between sucks.
Taking a deep breath, her mouth swallowed me whole. As my rod disappeared into her, I could sense her desire, and the twitches at the base reverberated in her throat. My groans echoed in my throat, and she pulled back only to shove me back down.
I caressed her head, and a hand squeezed her butt. I slid a hand to feel her slit, and she was drooling onto my fingers. However, the position did not let me finger her easily. I changed and gave her breasts some attention, but that was also limited.
She knew I wanted to cum, but she was getting excited and didn’t want it to end so fast. Her hand on my chest moved to her pussy. As she continued going down on me, her moans became more pronounced.
Her rhythmic motions and her mouth lubricated my pole. She started slowly; every motion had my flesh issue small spasms from Laura’s mouth and hand. She could feel my pulse as a measure of my yearning. She could taste the tears from my member that stimulated her.
“Mmm…your precum, can’t wait to taste your load,” she moaned, letting up just long enough to utter a few words.
The pace quickened with Laura pumping me hard, grasping me in her hand as she went up, and then cradling my balls as she went down. Breaking her suction, she rose slightly and claimed what she craved. “Give me your cum, Tom. I know you have a big load, and I want to swallow it all.”
I didn’t need much more encouragement than that. The frequency of my cock’s throbs was more closely spaced, and I was starting to lose myself to her technique. The involuntary movements were starting to take over. I could feel my rod start to recoil in preparation for ejaculation.
“Feed me, Tom. Give me your man cream.”
Rapidly, my genitalia complied. I erupted with a burst into her mouth as she was going down, and I felt her gulp it down her throat. Another five spurts followed, with me sensing her eagerness to take my whole load. After the last shot, Laura eased off, and I watched as she licked off and then sucked the tip while squeezing my shaft to make sure all my semen was hers.
“Been a long time since I felt someone cum for me like that, Tom.”
She came up to my mouth and let me share the taste of me on her tongue. Kissing made me want to cum again, but I needed at least a little time to recover. The salty taste and her tongue plunging into my mouth were enough to make me want to use a vasodilator—okay, too technical; something like Viagra. The passion on Laura’s tongue made me know she had to be relieved of that tension, as she did for me.
On the bed, lying on her back. Her perfume was intoxicating, and that made me want her more. We kissed again; tasting her tongue made me want to just move down and give her oral delights, as she had for me. But I wanted her to take time so that she would be unleashed, thrashing and screaming for release. We had only done cyber, which was a limitation for my expertise. However, although I knew what Laura liked, executing the proper movements was not like typing. Moreover, I was enthusiastic, which could cover some of my mediocre, vanilla skills.
Lingering over her, we kissed yet again, transferring our desires. We had done this electronically so much, but now we were with each other, and touching her brought the delight of first kisses between lovers. Our approval was signaled by a choir of moans that led to a slow descent to give Laura a welcome orgasm.
Her neck and ears were scented with her perfume, and I inhaled the aroma while kissing and sucking on her neck. The small bites I made had her groaning for more than just small kisses. Lingering on her neck and ears, my mouth tasted her as she started to become restless, as her body was searching for more.
Her breasts swelled and hardened under my touch. The nipples pointed, and the color changed as the blood flow increased. Laura responded, holding my head as my mouth found her nipple and sucked hard.
“Suck me, Tom!”
Laura’s libido was out of control. She was ravaging my back, pushing down to have my head take in as much of her breast as possible. I held one of her breasts and was running my other hand up and down her side, gently feathering, to arouse her as much as possible.
“Bite my tit. I can’t stand it.”
I wanted to move on and massaged her abdomen. My mouth was still glued to her nipple and breast as she continued pressing me to her. But it was time to change.
Tracing down her abdomen, her fragrance captured me as my tongue tasted her flesh and my teeth probed her flesh to stimulate her. Her little landing strip tickled my chin and refreshed my cock as I neared her treasure.
The fan whirled overhead, and I looked up to see Laura’s face. She was staring up at the fan, transfixed, but as I looked up at her, she looked down at me with her hands on my back and smiled. She was engrossed in pleasure, and it showed.
“Go, Tom, eat me.”
That made me want to go straight, but I wanted her not to just want it. I wanted her whole body to beg me to ravish her orally. I opened her thighs, but instead of moving directly, my mouth moved to her inner thighs.
One hand fondled her breasts as Laura writhed with passion.
Her hands wanted my head higher, but I resisted. The tender nibbles, licks, and sucks had her wriggling her hips. I paused to give her a passion mark on her thigh. I wanted her to look later and remind her of my passion. The purple mark left her moving her leg as I sucked, with her hands fondling my head.
“Please, I want it,” Laura plaintively requested.
Her legs were moving as I went to the other thigh and gave her a matching mark. Moving up, my mouth pulled on the flesh that joined her leg and torso. My tongue tasted her salty flavor as I moved closer to where she wanted me. She kept writhing languidly as my mouth edged even closer to her pussy.
Laura’s lips were red with blood from her stimulation. She was breathing heavily as if she were running a race. Her hands floated over my head as she felt me invade her intimacy with my tongue by tracing the outer lips. Her body stiffened a little, and then I moved my mouth directly onto her lips and started to run my tongue up and down her slit.
My mouth sucked her pussy lips, and my tongue punctured the space between both lips. She was approaching the point where I wanted her to be, and I lowered my head with my tongue plunging into her pearl.
Laura’s clit was hard, and I could feel it twitch as I twirled my tongue around it. Her body was moving with me as her hips circled with my tongue.
My right hand moved up her thigh and felt her labia beneath my mouth. My fingers made a ‘V’ and moved with my mouth around her pussy. Moving down to the base of her slit, the digits parted the curtains and found her pleasure hole. Wet from my saliva and Laura’s sauce, my fingers slid into her and stimulated her G-spot with a come-hither motion.
Sucking her clit while fingering her had her arching her body like an exercise. Laura moaned and pushed her pelvis to my face and fingers.
“Fuckin’ suck me,” she wailed.
My lips pulled on her button, and my fingers sloshed in her cunt. She was pushing harder and harder. Then Laura’s dam burst and covered my face as I tried to catch as much of her nectar as possible. Her body gyrated up and down as she released her pussy juice, and I lapped up as much as I could, but the bed was wet with her essence.
Slowly, she calmed down, and the pushes reduced. She was relaxing but breathing hard. The sight of her breasts heaving was sexually stimulating, and I wanted to continue. Laura was temporarily exhausted.
“Kiss me, Tom. It has been a long time since someone gave me such good head,” she said.
My mouth found hers, and she tasted herself on me. Moaning with satisfaction, we shared our tongues and fondled each other wantonly.
However, looking at the time as already nine thirty and feeling pangs of hunger for food, I suggested that we take a break and eat breakfast before continuing.
We took a quick shower. Soaping each other up and rinsing, with my cock seeking a second performance, we pledged to offer him a chance later. We finished showering rapidly, even though we had the opportunity to touch each other more.
We dressed and were ready to have breakfast. Stepping out onto the terrace, we were confronted with paradise! The sea was blue-green with the palm trees on the beach, and immediately we were ready to stay here.
