'And We be Playmates, Thou and I'  

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2/18/2006 7:38 am

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'And We be Playmates, Thou and I'


We are on vacation! We’ve chosen a remote group of islands in the South Pacific, known for their unspoiled splendor and isolation. Many small islands and keys make up this lonely grouping of Pacific gems, and we’ve elected to leave the breezy comfort of our isolated beachside bungalow for a day alone on one of these smaller islands. The far, faint, but increasing volume of an approaching motorboat prompts us to gather our things, and slather you in sun block ‒ a job I always slyly volunteer for. You chastise me for taking liberties with you exclaiming, ‘The sun won’t be shining there!’ to which I reply, ‘Oh yes it will’. You give me a smirk followed dismissive wave of your hand and stomp off to check your things again. The noisy arrival of the motorboat draws us out onto the beach, we load our things into it, you into it, I push us out into the deeper water turning the boat seaward as I hop into it, and we are off.
We have been picked up by an incessantly smiling local man who keeps his small simple boat well maintained. I’m not sure if he’s smiling because you look so hot in your little bikini, or that he’s just that sort, the smilin’ sort. I decide it’s the latter and confirm with him that we will be completely alone on this island.
‘Yes Yes, nobody there, yes, nobody!’ He exclaims shouting over the din of the outboard motor he is operating. You are watching the small bay we have been lounging in for the last few days disappear in our wake and enjoying the feeling of the temperate air surrounding and caressing your body. You’ve lost your morning grumpiness and are smiling as I look over at you only to get zapped in the heart as I store another snapshot of you in my mind for all time. You look radiant. Despite your best efforts you have been slightly tanned by the tropical sun, and your eyes are piercing me as your windblown hair decorates your beautiful delicate face. Your pearly teeth shine in the sun as we ride on out over the clearest blue waters a mind can imagine. Deeper reefs flash by as we glide along, and the drone of the motor lulls your mind into relaxing thoughts.
‘There!’ bellows our grinning guide as he points at a small isolated key we are heading toward. We look forward to see a small island, a couple of football fields or so in length which is dotted with palm trees and one small but interesting looking lava outcropping in the center. The water is a glowing blue color and the sand is just slightly off white, all the contrasting colors of the islands features make it seem storybook surreal, but it is plainly there and will be ours for one day. As the hull of the boat glides onto the sand I hop out into the gentle surf and reach for your hand. You are trying to cautiously exit the boat without getting your feet wet, pointlessly, and seeing this I pull you by the hand in a twirling motion, forcing you to loose your balance and fall backwards into my waiting arms, screaming bloody murder during the whole exercise. You begin to curse me and struggle, slapping me on the face in your playful manner as I wade to the shore with you nestled in my arms. I of course am laughing and grinning, knowing that you are secretly pleased with what I have done ‒ but will never admit to it. Your excessive playful protests are proof enough for me.
Our guide points to a cabana up on the beach and says, ’Everything there already, I do before’ as I push his boat back out into deeper water. Hearing this, you scamper off to see what goodies have been left for us to eat and drink throughout the day, and survey the appointments that have been left for us. There are fruits, wines, a shrimp platter, dips, bottles of water, sandwiches, sodas, everything you could want really. I finish carrying our things up from the shore to see all this for myself, and I find that I am actually startled to see how well we have been set up. You never know how well these things will work out sometimes, but we are set, really set.
We sit and talk for a bit, while you poke and graze though all of the trimmings at your own pace. I shake my head and smile as you look up and ask ‘what?’ defiantly as always. I just tell that you’re fucking cute, and that I’ll be back in a bit.
‘Where are you going?’ You bleat out in a flash of mock girly neediness.
‘I’m gonna go look around a bit, I wanna check out that rock that holds this whole damn island together’.
‘Whatever’, you say as you roll your eyes, shake your head, smiling, wondering if I will be this curious for the rest of my life ‒ already knowing the answer.
You return to your picking, inspecting, and grazing for a bit before you settle in with a book and a glass of wine in the shade of the cabana. There is a cooling breeze blowing gently off of the water, animating the palm leaves which produce a steady soothing sound as they rustle together. You’re reading about far away places and thinking far away thoughts, pausing to drink in your surroundings and your wine at choppy intervals. I’ve been gone for awhile now and you’re wondering what the hell could possibly be so fucking interesting on a rock surrounded by sand with a few palm trees to give it a bit of life. Another glass of wine and you immerse yourself in your reading again.
A half an hour passes, and then out of the corner of your eye you see me running through the shallow water, darting this way and that, obviously chasing something through it. I leap unexpectedly, head first with arms outstretched, diving aggressively into water that is about a foot and a half deep. Surprised, you sit up in your chair with a furrowed brow, wondering - what, in, thee, hell, - I could possibly be doing or thinking. I pick myself up, kick the water in a sign of my dissatisfaction at the results of my endeavor, look over toward you only to find you curiously looking back at me with your hand shielding your eyes from the tropical glare like some sort of feminine salute.
I run down the beach toward you as you intently watch me, ready for absolutely anything strange or uncommon at this point. I run straight up to you, wet and sandy, and unable to resist your cute, curious, disapproving out of hand style glare, I move quickly to you to give you a big wet/salty/sandy/kiss/shower - which you saw coming from the look in my eyes and nimbly avoided by jumping up as I stumble and fall crashing into the lounge chair you just hopped out of.
‘Are you out of your fuckin’mind!’ you yell out at me with a cute, curious, disapproving, out of hand smile/stare/smirk, and I simply reply,
‘Yes! You drive me out of my mind every time I see you and your killing cutting cuteness! It makes me want you, want you! WANT YOU!’ as I move assertively toward you again.
You scream aloud and run off toward the beach, smiling, until you see me steal your strategically placed lounge chair.
‘Hey!” you shout, “that’s mine!’
‘Not no mo…’ I retort with a “just try me” smile.
‘Why don’t you be a good little girl and get your man one of those Cokes from the cooler?’ I say with a borrowed air of aristocracy as I close my eyes and lay back to rest after my fruitless aqueous pursuit.
You’re just about to tell me where I can stick it when your playfully deviant little brain spots an opportunity to avenge the loss of the chair and just really stick it to me good.
‘Ok sweetie, I’ll get you a Coke’ you say, causing me to open a curious eye toward you, since that’s the last fucking thing I thought you’d do. I ponder what superior male quality of mine has inspired you to so willingly serve my wishes as I watch you slither over to the cooler with the sweetest of crocodile smiles. You bend over right in front of me as you dig through the cooler to give me a beautiful shot of your ass, and I can see the outline of your gorgeous pussy through the thin material of your sexy bikini. You are really giving me a show and I am transfixed by your body as you wave you ass in my face, asking ‘Do you like?’
I reply with a mindlessly slurred, ‘Oh yeah Sweetheart, don’t you fuckin’ know it!’
What I hadn’t been watching is what you were doing with the Coke, and in a quick spin you blurt out, ‘Well then how do you like this!’ as you spray a well shaken soda all over me, taking me completely by surprise as I clumsily roll out of the lounge chair, falling to the sandy floor of the cabana. You shriek in delight at the success of your ruse as you take off toward the beach in a futile attempt to escape the retribution you know I cannot possibly bear to withhold. You run as fast as a healthy girl can run while she’s laughing hard enough to fucking piss herself, but it’s not fast enough as you hear my feet pounding the sand behind you, ominously getting louder as I quickly close the gap. You slow down and pull your arms to your chest, turning toward me in a futile plead for mercy as I grasp you in a careful tackle, spinning our bodies to the sand so that you would land on me instead of the opposite ‒ I never want to hurt a princess ‒ but this one is going to fuckin’ get it!
‘Please! Please? Please!!!!’ You cry out as I spin you onto your stomach and jerk on the string of your bathing suit top like I’m trying to start a lawnmower. I pull it off over your head and as you’re fighting to keep it I reach down and remove your bikini bottoms with one quick sweeping motion.
You scream in startled amazement that I have stripped you nude so quickly and effectively. You turn your attention to the ominous look in my eyes ‒ a look that you know means there is still trouble to come- but then can’t help laughing at maximum volume again when you see white sand stuck to my tan face and all up in my hair by the syrupy Coke residue and our little tussle.
‘All right! That’s it!’ I belt out as I sweep you up in my arms and charge off toward the bright blue water. You scream like your life is about to end as you contemplate the many channels of fate you might soon experience. As my feet begin to pierce the shallow water and it starts to splash up on your soft, two toned, tan lined naked bottom you begin to kick and squirm violently, which only spawns an evil laugh from me and an assurance that ‘Your fuckin’ goin’ in you little bitch!’
‘Noooo!’ You scream in vain as I spin and fall backwards into waste deep water, holding you tightly as you squirm and wriggle about.
I release you under water and let you pop to the surface. You’re surprised at how warm and soothing the water feels, but your certainly not going to fucking admit it. I am washing the Coke and the sand from my face and body as you turn and scream ‘You asshole!’ with a huge wet pearly smile.
‘You earned it, and you god damn well know it’ I reply with a grin, peering into the water as it fleetingly animates the darting sunlight over your elegant naked body.
‘I don’t have any clothes on!’ you yell toward me like this is some sort of major crisis.
‘No shit, so what!’ I reply.
‘People might see me!’ you charge, ‘There could be things here in the water! Poisonous things!’ you exclaim as you look at me with saucer sized eyes.
‘Who the fuck it going to see you Sweetheart? You and I are the only people around for miles! And nothing is going to bite you, I checked with the locals before I even thought about going in the water around these parts, ESPECIALLY before taking you into it. They told me that the only poisonous creatures you find in these waters are near the coral reefs, and Darlin’ this is a volcanic outcrop, not a reef. You’ve been watching too much fuckin’ animal Planet.’
You furrow your brow at me again. You hate it when I’m mostly likely right when you don’t want me to be, and you know that I probably am right in this instance. I strip off my shorts and throw them towards the shore, counting on the waves the do the rest of the work to get them there.
‘See, now I’m naked too, we’re even.’
‘Well nobody wants to look at you!’ you sarcastically blast back with a smile and a sweet little chuckle.
‘Yeah, you’re probably right about that, but you…’ I say in a low deliberate tone as I move toward you…
We start to wrestle in the shallow water for a bit. You are laughing and kicking, trying to escape occasionally, and now feeling comfortable and warm in the salty water and enjoying the fact that I am not coddling you, that I am challenging and playing with you. Our skin rubs together while we struggle with each other, and you can’t deny to yourself that it feels real damn good. I try to press you close to me and feel as much of your body rubbing against mine as I can. You resist out of habit, but then succumb to your own desire to indulge a bit as well. You wrap your legs around me and we begin to rub side to side against each other, clasped in a bear hug and letting out deep breaths as we enjoy the feeling of each others bodies together in this warm salty water, in a lost corner of the world, happy just be living together in this moment. I am rubbing my hands over your body and enjoying its silky feel, accentuated by the salt water. You pull back from me, gaze into my eyes and then lean forward to kiss me. You kiss me softly, in the special sensuous way that you do so well. I feel like I’m melting like butter in a bathtub. You stir me so deep with how sensual you are in those moments I literally lose my balance.
I move us to shallower water so we can sit on the bottom of the ocean and just kiss in the timid surf. It gently rocks us back and forth as we lose ourselves on this soft lonely beach. Our kisses play out like a symphony with many modes, from a lone violin to swift sonatas with stirring changes and alternating tempos. We start to move with intention against each other, and can feel the temperature rising within one another I reach around behind you and can feel the slickness of your pussy even as the surf gently washes your sweet juices away. I bring my other hand around front and begin to gently rub your clit as you lean into me, wanting me to take you to a higher plane. With the sun shining down on us I pick you up and place you on the wet sand allowing the waves to lap against us. I begin to lick your salty body, your neck, your ears, kiss your forehead. Working back toward your neck and down to your breasts my lips replace my fingers on your erect nipples as I suck them, then move down your chest to your belly, and finally to your sweet salty little clit. I linger as you spread your legs wider and run your fingers through my wet hair. You are moving your hips in your own rhythm as a wave washes up against us, eroding away the sand beneath your soft skin as the water recedes. I use the opportunity to rinse my fingers free of any sand and then work them gently into your slick little pussy. This is exactly what you need to fully enjoy the pleasure your clit is getting from my tongue, and you let out a low moan and a shudder when I split my fingers inside you, pressing one deeper into you and pushing up with the other to give you that full feeling you love so very much. This sends you on the down hill run to orgasm, and as another wave washes up against us, eroding more of the sand beneath you as it retreats back into the warm ocean, you cum right there in the cradle of sand the waves have made for you in a beautiful silent gasp.
Withdrawing my fingers from your pussy, I of course lick them clean ‒ something that a realist would have gotten used to by this point, and I would hope might start to actually appreciate. I pull a strand of sandy hair back from your face, and then wipe some sand from your forehead so that it doesn’t get into your eyes, then gaze into them as you smile up at me. You notice that I’m still hard and quickly give me a suggestive raise of your eyebrows, a challenging gesture I immediately act upon.
I pull you up, prop you onto your knees, and enter you from behind. All I want to do is fuck you at this point. Romance is out the window for me, and I just want you to fuckin’ take it hard right here on this beach. I take care to allow you to accommodate me and warm up a bit, share an over the shoulder kiss with you, and then I just start to fuck you. I start with one hand on your sexy sandy hip and the other firmly holding your neck, and start giving you full powerful strokes of my cock. You feel so fucking good, and that hot little slut inside you is reveling in this feeling of total exposure. I pull back to watch my cock slide in and out of you sweet little box from behind, a sight I will always remember as warm ocean water rolls past our legs. I can feel you pushing back up against me as I fuck you, so I shift my hand to your salty hair and use it to pull back your head, thereby forcing you to arch you back so I can fuck you even deeper. I’m getting close to cuming, but since we do not have a condom I pull my cock out of your pussy, turn you around and then stick it in your mouth. While you work your mouth up and down my cock, I notice that you have some of your pussy juice on your sexy lips and realizing that your tasting your own sweet and now salty pussy juices just sends me over the edge. I shoot a huge load of cum into your mouth which is too large for you to contain in your sweet cheeks and some of it dribbles down your cheek to your chin. You work your lips up and down the shaft of my cock until I have finished and collapsed onto the sand, and then gracefully spit it out onto the beach, wiping the sticky residue from your sweet face with the back of your hand, you smile, you are amazing.
We collect ourselves and leave the indentation in sand that the waves had created around us for a quick rinse in the sea, then retrace our steps to collect your bathing suit. We find mine washed up a little farther down the beach, resembling a stranded jellyfish.
It's mid day and we are drying in the breeze as we walk together hand in hand back to the cabana. We have lunch together, engaging in a little light conversation. The mood we share is uncommonly peaceful, indescribably delightful. We have another four hours before our guide returns for us. You finally ask me what I was chasing in the water so belligerently. ‘It was a sea turtle, and I desperately wanted you to see it, I knew you’d have loved to.’
After lunch and a rest we go for a walk around the other side of the island where I had spent my time watching crabs dig holes in the sand, inspected the rock, and had made other various useless observations that you so patiently absorb. We use the opportunity to photograph your gorgeous body against many back drops and in many different poses.
There’s nothin’ to say at the moment. We’re here, and it’s one of those days you just rarely expect since the experience has been that surreal, that perfect.

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