Caribbean Experience Chapter 1
By George Reeves
Dori & George are a professional, middle aged couple from Central Arkansas. They met at the University in Fayetteville, Went together for four years and married after graduation. In addition to being married, a strong bond has formed between them, Soul mates if you will. They've always considered themselves to not be restrained by the chains of the established social boundaries to which most couples adhere. George is a tall, blue eyed blonde, slightly gray in the temples. Dori has long platinum hair that extends down to her shoulders and brown eyes. Both are physically fit with good muscle definition in their limbs which they maintain by jogging every morning. Struggling through the first half of the winter season, they decided to make a trip to a small, little known Caribbean Island about 70 miles North of Venezuela that George found doing research for a client.
Dori and George stepped off the plane after several hours of travel and three connections after boarding in Little Rock. Walking down to get their luggage, George put his arm around Dori, pulling her close. "Well baby, we've waited a long time to be able to do this haven't we?" "You can say that again George. I can't wait to get settled in to our beach cottage so we can just get naked and rest up for tonight," Dori said smiling naughtily at George.
"That reminds me, where did you say that you were taking me?"
"It's a place just a few steps from our cottage on the beach. They have a clambake followed by live entertainment. They have umbrella tables and a neat little beach bar and I've ordered up a lovely, balmy Mediterranean evening with lots of moonlight. How does that sound?" George asked lovingly.
"Sounds good to me honey, can we dance until midnight?"
"No problem."
The cottage was very private, set into a grove of palm trees and surrounded by flowering foliage. There was a private little path that led down to the beach. Only a few hundred feet to the North on the beach, was the little place that George was planning to take Dori, just as he had said.
It was about 4:30 pm so Dori jumped in the shower to freshen up. After a few seconds, George stepped in after her, taking her in his arms and kissing her passionately. They applied soap to each other's bodies, massaging each other's tired muscles. They lavished under the warm water as George washed Dori's hair, gently rubbing his fingers against her scalp, massaging away all of the tension from the long plane trip.
He held Dori gently in his arms, sliding her wet hair back from her face and over her shoulders. They looked into each other's eyes communicating with their minds by telepathy that they developed over the years of being so very intimate and close. George referred to it as "Siamese Twins that were joined at the soul."
"I adore you baby," George said just before he slid his tongue into Dori's mouth, pressing his lips over hers.
Dori opened her mouth, filling it with warm water from the shower head. Pressing her mouth against George's, she transferred her mouth full of water into George's mouth as he let it trickle down his throat, savoring it with love. He then took the shampoo and poured it into her hand. Gently, lovingly, she applied it to George's hair as he got down on his knees, wrapping his arms around her thighs. As she washed George's hair, he lovingly kissed her soft stomach, subsequently brushing his lips across her wet pubic hair. She parted her legs slightly as George let his tongue slip into her genitals, touching her clitoris with the tip. Dori placed her hands on both sides of George's head, pulling him in closer as she rhythmically moved her hips in unison with the loving caresses of his tongue.
They both now lay on the bed in each other's arms, gently kissing as the warm tropical breeze drifted over their bodies. George gently moved his fingertips up and down Dori's spine as she closed her eyes, feeling the love that her lifetime lover was projecting into her soft white body and loving every movement of feeling his naked body moving against hers.
It was now 7:30 pm and the sun was getting low in the West. They slipped into their bathing suits and headed down to the beach in order to get a table for the evening events at the beach bar.
After dinner, torches were lit in certain areas, providing a lovely backdrop for a very romantic evening. George and Dori sat sipping their drinks, watching the people as they got up to dance as well as all the lovers sitting at tables totally engrossed in each other's company. George slipped his hand under the table and started gently touching Dori's inner thigh with his fingertips. She moved her leg over closer to George for easier access and George slid his fingers inside the sheath of her swim suit, gently teasing her sensitive little spots that George knew so very well.
"Why don't you take your top off like the other women here dear?" Goerge asked smiling innocently. "Your lovely white breasts look better than most of these."
Dori turned so George could unfasten her bathing suit top and let it slide off, putting it in her purse.
A very attractive, will built African American Man walked up to Dori and asked her to dance. Dori looked at George who nodded his approval so as not to offend the man. He spoke with a slight French accent and thanked George very politely.
The dance area of the beach was purposely not well lit and George could just barely make out his Dori in the dark shadows of the dance area. The music was slow and the couples were dancing very closely. When the music stopped, Dori started over toward the table but stopped as the Black Man took her hand and asked something. The music started again and Doris continued to dance as they drifted over to a more remote area. Although curious, George trusted Dori and wasn't concerned as long as they were within his sight. The music stopped and they started a loud rock-and-roll song as Doris returned to the table.
"Oh my God!" Doris said trembling. "You wouldn't believe this guy honey!" she whispered in his ear.
"Did he do something to you baby?" George asked harshly. "I'll ask the bartender to call hotel security if he did."
"No, he' just the most seductive male I've ever encountered," Dori said still trembling. " He pressed himself against me and had me panting without ever doing anything out of line. He has an enormous penis. He pressed against me through his swim trunks in such a way that I almost came. He opened his silk beach top and pressed himself against my bare breasts."
"You must have liked it baby, you danced twice," George said with a teasing tone and a coy smile as he slid his hand up and inside Dori's bathing suit. "Well, he really got you wet honey," George whispered as he pressed his lips to her ear.
"Well, I'm not going to dance with him again!" she said as she looked at George for some sign of reaction.
"Baby, we're on vacation to have fun," George said smiling. "Enjoy yourself, see how far he goes and play along. You're open and honest with me and that's all I ask. I want us to experience pleasure and fun. As long as you love me and these experiences are short term, I love it. If I were to put restrictions on you, I would loose you for sure."
The Man bent down and whispered in Dori's ear: "Dance with me again?"
Dori looked at George who was giving her the nod. She got up and was led to the dark shadows of the dance area again. Dori began to tremble slightly as he opened his beach top and she felt his smooth, hairless chest against her bare breasts. He slid his hand inside the back of her bathing suit bottom and gently touched her anus. His erection became much firmer as it extended up within his boxer trunks and between Dori's legs as she opened them slightly to accommodate it. He reached down and slid one leg of his suit up enough for his bare erection to extend up against Dori's genitals covered by her suit.
"Please, no more!" Dori whispered to the Man, almost invisible in the shadows of the dance area. He gently reached down and slid the sheath from her bathing suit to one side and rubbed the head of his penis within her very wet genitals.
"Please, don't put it in me. Not here. Dori said trembling. "I don't do anything like this without my husband being present." As she pushed herself away, pulling his hand out of her suit.
"Does your husband like to participate?" he asked with his French accent. Does he like to just watch while another man slides his penis into his wife's vagina?" He continued to look into her eyes as he softly asked his very personal questions. "Does he like to be with other men sometimes?"
Dori didn't answer but just looked back into his eyes with a naughty little smile. She took him over to the table and introduced him to George. They had a couple more rounds of drinks, then George invited him up to their cottage up the beach when he discovered that his wife was a doctor from Paris, involved in a convention of Gynecologists at the main hotel and convention center about a mile up the beach. Her associates weren't acceptable to mixed marriages so he, (Ramone) kept his distance during the two day event.
Continued in chapter 2