Paradise Found - continued

I wipe his tears away with my fingers and he looks up at me. I am still
stroking his arms and shoulders and doing all I can to reassure him.
Then my eyes shift down and I notice a raging hard-on straining to bust
lose from the thin spandex of his bathing suit. John notices that I've
noticed something, and he looks down too. He's mortified! He obviously
has no idea that his body has responded on its own, even as he was
elsewhere reliving and enduring that horrible moment in his life.
Whether it was my touching and caressing and holding him, or my
nakedness so close to him, or what, I don't know, but there it is - a
beautiful, and I must say quite large, boner. That naughty side of me
is still hanging in there, notwithstanding the empathy I'm feeling for
John.

"Oh god! No! Oh I'm so s…." I put my fingers over his lips before he
can utter those fateful words that will land him in the drink with the
sharks.

""Don't say it … remember!" I feel his lips turn up in a smile beneath
the gentle pressure of my hand.

"Its OK. Honest." I say. "Its natural to get turned on when you're
sitting next to a beautiful naked woman." Alright, so I take liberties
in describing myself. My free hand finds his hard member and I wrap my
fingers firmly around it through the thin material of his suit. I move
my right hand away from his lips. His eyes suddenly open wide but
before he can speak I lean in and kiss him so very gently and tenderly.
My right hand moves to the back of his neck and I pull him closer - he
responds to me. I feel his lips hungry for mine.

As our kiss builds in passion and desire, my fingers find the top of his
suit and easily slide it down over the length of his swollen shaft. I
caress his hardness and slowly begin to stroke him as our teeth clink
together and our kiss explodes into a frenzy of swirling tongues, hot
mingled breathe and clashing teeth. John is moaning with desire. I am
moaning with desire.

I try to say: "Oh god John, oh John…" but its muffled - our mouths are
locked together - it comes out as just so much garbled mumbling.

I continue stroking John's cock and then feel his hands eagerly begin to
caress my breasts. I arch my back, throw my head back and moan in
delight - his lips find my nipple again and he sucks greedily, pulling
the sensitive nub deep into his mouth, trying to devour me. Suddenly, I
feel hot stickiness on my hand and even on my belly and I know at once
John couldn't hold back. His thick cum is oozing over my fingers and
dripping onto his own thigh. At the same time he emits a guttural groan
and the muscles in his neck tighten - his face, at once, a grimace of
ecstasy.

I smile. I am happy I gave him this release from tension, no doubt
building for so long. I lean down and take him in my mouth and taste
the salty residue of his thick juice. I try to capture as much of it as
I can. I slide my lips up and down on him and suck hungrily hoping I
can keep him hard - after all, I have my needs as well.

Then I hear John groan and say, "Oh geez, I'm sorry I couldn't hold …"

I spring to my feet. "OK! That's it! You were warned!"

I grab his left arm and yank him with all my might toward the stern rail
and the opening for the swim ladder. There is a look of complete shock
and dismay on his face.

"Its swim with sharks for you buddy!" I tug him to the transom and push
as hard as I can. Off balance, he can neither jump-in feet first, nor,
dive head first. All he can manage is an ungainly belly flop which has
to hurt like hell, punctuated by a plaintive yell that abruptly
terminates with a splash and whoosh. I dive in immediately after him.
I go deep and open my eyes and look up. I see him treading water above
my head. Springing off the bottom, I shoot straight up underneath him
and grab his still exposed semi-hard cock and surface next to him. The
look of shock on his face is priceless and precious. I've never seen a
man with a look quite like that before. Maybe he thought it really was
a shark about to castrate him when I grabbed him. I am suddenly
hysterical with laughter and realize quickly that one cannot belly laugh
and tread water at the same time without nearly downing.

I laugh and choke and cough, having taking in a fair amount of water as
I laugh.

"Oh god … you scared the shit out of me!" He sputters, his mouth also
half filled with sea water.

"Be quiet." I say as I kick over to him. I take a deep breathe and
wrap my arms and legs around him as I plant my mouth on his. John tries
to keep us both afloat - we sink. Like a stone, straight to the bottom
in the beautiful rainbow garden that I marveled at just a short while
ago, but now its splendor is lost to me because I am lost in the
sensuality of our embrace. Our eyes closed, our mouths as one, our
hearts beating in syncopation, our passions shared in the eternity of
this warm primal world underwater. Back to the beginning - we are
returned to that element from which all life has come forth and I revel
in it as we revel in each other.

John runs out of air, before I do. I took a deep breathe first - he
didn't. I exhale into his mouth and fill his lungs with my own breathe
- he resists at first, but then accepts my breathe. It helps - we stay
in our underwater rapture awhile longer. He breaths out and fills my
lungs, in turn - but soon, I feel dizzy and know its time to surface. I
break away and tug John back up with me. We both gulp air as we break
the surface.

John tries to say something as I clear my long wet hair form my face.

"No." Is all I say and put one finger on his lips.

I motion to the boat with my head and paddle over to the swim ladder at
the stern. I turn and see John is right behind me. I climb up, turn
and stand leaning against the wheel and binnacle as John comes up the
ladder after me. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and taste the salt
water on his lips. I lap the salty moisture his face and move down the
side of his neck licking the salt water from him as I go. I move
farther down. His chest is smooth and almost hairless. My teeth nip at
his tiny male nipples and John yelps. Hmmm … too hard. I try to other
one - my teeth squeeze gently - he moans. I feel something stiff just
below my breasts. John is hard again. Good! My tongue finds his navel
and explores the hidden depths there.

At last my lips find what they really desire and I take him deep into my
mouth once more. More saltiness, but this time different. Male taste
mixed with the taste of the sea. I slide down on him as far as I can
and feel him fill my throat with his swollen cock head. My tongue
arches up to squeeze him and my head bobs up and down in quick little
motions. I feel John's fingers on the back of my head getting tangled
in my wet clinging hair and I smell the distinctive, though not
unpleasant, odor that wet hair always has. I find myself wondering why
hair smells so different when its wet. Like dogs. They're fine when
dry, but let 'em out for five minutes in the rain and …

I realize how silly my mind is behaving. Here I am engaged in one of
the most intimate of human activities a woman can share with a man, and
where do my thoughts go? To wet dogs!

I pull back from John's marvelous cock and giggle uncontrollably.

"What's wrong?" John says, a confused look on his face.

"I'll explain later." I say, knowing this is not the time - or the
place.

"Sit down." I tell him.

He sits and I immediately climb onto his lap. My left hand grasping him
and guiding him to my waiting and eager slippery opening. Slowly, oh so
slowly, I lower myself onto him - savoring every delicious inch as he
fills me. He's big, but not too big. I relish him as he stretches me
to the limits inside - soon, my hips are pressed as firmly as possible
against his. We are a perfect fit. Any larger and he'd hurt me inside.
Any smaller and I'd find myself wanting more.

As I sit astride John, my eyes connect with his. I am so aware of him
being inside me. I am so utterly conscious of wanting to give this
young man something precious to take away the hurt and the pain of his
lose. To make him know that life continues, that the world in full of
wonder and joy - not nightmares of self guilt. My eyes speak to him of
tenderness and passion - he answers in the same language.

I continue to press my hips into John - relishing the sensations inside,
the energy building, the electricity starting to charge through my body.
My belly tingles, my arms are wrapped around John's head and I pull his
head to my breasts again. I need to feel his hot lips on my turgid
nipples. Without me saying anything he seems to know what I crave. He
sucks my nipple deep inside his mouth. My hips start to rotate. Not up
and down, but side to side and around in circles. God! He feels so
damned good in there!

I am suddenly aware that I must have John pounding inside me. Now! I
am so ready! Its been so long!

I lean to my left and lie back on the cockpit seat cushions and pull
John on top of me. My legs wrap around his thighs and my heels dig into
the lower part of his buttocks. I whisper desperately into his ear.

"John fuck me John … John please fuck me hard …please … please … hard …
harder!"

And he does. He suddenly slams into me hard and fast - just what I
want! Then faster and faster and I am transported to some other place.
My eyes see only a fuzzy hazy indistinct world of John's head and
shoulders above me and he is surrounded by the soft blue blur of sky. I
hear his heavy breathing and grunting - but it sounds so far away -
somewhere else. More than anything though - I feel! I feel him fill
me, I feel him reach the depths of me, and with every powerful stroke I
get closer to that pinnacle of ecstasy I've been so long reaching for.
He slams into me over and over and over - I'm there … Oh god oh god oh
god!

I scream a strangled guttural scream in poor John's ear as I climax. I
want to say I'm sorry for screaming in his ear but I cannot speak after
my orgasm. John continues to pound inside me. I feel myself heading
over the edge once more and try to stifle my screams this time, but it
doesn't work. I always scream when I come - just can't help it. With
John fucking me so fast and furiously, I keep screaming and screaming.
It's the longest most sustained series of climaxes I've ever had. One
after the other they come - in waves without any end in sight, they just
build and subside and build, over and over - never actually ending.
This goes on for what seems like an eternity. Soon, I sense John
building to his own orgasm. His thrusts are just a little deeper and
just a little faster than his heretofore sustained frenzy. Sensing that
John is about to come takes me to the very top again as I feel his
renewed vigor inside me. Then I hear him let out a mighty grunt groan
growl - it's the only way I can describe the sound he makes - and he
slams one final time into me and I felt his hot cum deep inside me. I
feel his swollen tool pulse as my vaginal walls are squeezing his cock
and pulsing as well - completely out of our control - it is nature's
scheme for making babies that our bodies do this. Good thing I'm still
on the pill.

We come down, slowly. John strokes me inside very slowly and gently
now. His hips move in and out. Our breathing slows, our hearts stop
racing. I find that I am kissing John's eyes, his nose, his cheeks and
lips then back to his eyes. Until now I really wasn't fully conscious
of what I was doing.. I whisper into John's ear - his good ear, not the
one I ruined a few moments ago.

"Thank you John, thank you so much. I needed that … I really did." I
say in my softest voice. " And I think you did too."

All he says is, "yes".

I fall asleep in minutes. My arms still squeeze John tight. He is
still inside me - we shift a little so we lie side by side on the
cockpit seat. When I wake later, the sky is deep purple. John is
staring at me. He's wide awake. He's also still inside me and from
what I can feel, still quite stiff and hard. The sun has set and
twilight passes rapidly into night - the tropics are like that.

We make love again, but this time slowly, gently, without the fury of an
hour or so ago. Still, I come again and scream in John's other ear when
I do. The poor man will be deaf soon. He doesn't reach orgasm this
time. No surprise. But I think he really enjoys making me come -
despite the temporary hearing loss. John gives me a surprise gift after
I come back down from three or four more orgasms. He runs his tongue
down my tummy, past my belly button and over my now matted thatch of
hair. His adventurous tongue discovers a happy place to spend some
time. I am instantly transported away again - but at least this way
John's ears are spared. As much as I felt I'd never had so many orgasms
at one time earlier in the day, this evening I surpass that short
standing record as John's lips and tongue and mouth kept me screaming
until I am horse. I finally have to push his head away from me when the
intense pleasure finally begins to cross some insubstantial boundary
line and enters the realm of pain. I can't say I fall asleep again so
much as lose consciousness within seconds of John stopping.

When I awake, John has the cockpit table set up and dinner served -
complete with candle light, well … a hurricane lantern actually, if the
truth be told. It's still very romantic. Dinner is nothing elaborate -
opened tins really, and cold - with a bottle of wine. But I'm ravenous
and it's the best meal I can remember since I don't know when. John
watches me in the dim light as I dig into my can in a very unladylike
manner, not even bothering to spoon the cold food on to a plate which
John thoughtfully provided - a smile seems to have established itself as
a permanent fixture on John's face. His eyes sparkle. I finish my can
and ask if there's more. He gives me his.

"I'm not that hungry." He says softly.

I sip some wine and finish off John's ravioli. Hmmm … it's better the
beef-a-roni I just finished.

I realize how much I reek of sex and salt and sweat. I say so to John
and grab his hand and drag him below to the head, off the master suite.
It has a small shower - incredibly small by landlubber standards. I
push him in and turn on the spray, not thinking it will be rather cold
at first. Poor John. He's stoic about it - though he still yelps when
the water hits his back. It warms quickly, the tank is heated by the
engine and well insulated. I squeeze in with John and close the
plexiglass door. Its so tight we can hardly turn around. I grab the
soap and rub his chest and arms. He quickly becomes slippery and his
body presses against mine and we slide sensually over each other - my
breasts press into his chest and slide back and forth. Soon, I feel his
hard cock pressing against my thigh. I reach down with the soap and run
it through his pubic hair and all around his groin. When there's ample
soap and suds there, I grasp his cock and the slipperiness makes him
gasp as I begin to gently stroke him.

He takes the soap, reaches around me and rubs my back with it, then
soaps up my sides and finally he manages to squeeze one hand between us
to apply more soap to my breasts. For some odd reason its seems to take
an inordinately long time for him to finish with my breasts. I reach up
and turn off the spray at the shower head. Boating showers are
different from the landlubber variety. Onboard, we conserve water,
especially hot water when the hot water tank is so tiny. We are both
covered with soap and we glide effortlessly over each other. John turns
me around and presses me up against the wall of the shower - he enters
me quickly from behind. I am slippery there too, but not from soap.
I'm also a little sore now. I almost say something to John but then the
pleasure overtakes the slight hint of pain and I enjoy the ride, knowing
I'll probably regret it tomorrow. I may not be able to have sex again
for months after today and tonight. I climax again, but just a couple
of times before John too groans in ecstasy. He tells me it's the first
time he's ever come more than twice in one day with a woman. I'm glad -
and I want to shoot for four. My pussy is thoroughly worn out, but my
lips are still in good shape and I really want to taste this young man's
cum as he shoots in my mouth. But I save that thought as a surprise for
later.

And I do. After a late night walk on the beach we row back to the boat.
We condescended to put on cloths for our walk - mostly to fend off
insects. But as soon as we're back aboard I strip John naked and take
his soft cock in my mouth. I love feeling a man's cock swell from
flaccid to full erection while I have him in my mouth sucking gently,
and that's exactly what John does for me. I kneel before him on deck
and look up at him as I suck him to hardness. The smile of a man with
his cock in your mouth is something special and you'll never see him
quite the same any other way than at such a time as this. I do so love
seeing John lost in bliss as I suck greedily on his cock. His breathing
is ragged as he gasps and moans when my tongue swills around his head or
when I press the tight rosebud of his anus with my fingers.

I dig my fingers into his tight buttocks and begin to work in earnest -
I really do want to feel his hot cum shoot down my throat and I want
taste his salty spunk., but more than anything I want John to have the
ultimate joy and pleasure of this most intimate kiss. It takes awhile,
after all, he's already established his all time personal best today.
But persistence pays off and I am rewarded for my efforts. John's face
is twisted in an expression of ecstasy as he spasms and his hot juice
fills my mouth and slides down my throat. I milk him as much as I can.
I love it!

We go to bed and sleep like babies. Our limbs are entwined even though
its warm and moist in the tropical night. In the darkness I hear the
whooshing and thumping of small waves that curl and break gently every
few seconds on the sandy beach fifty yards off the stern. In the
distance, every so often, I hear the muffled thump of greater waves
breaking on the windward beach of the headlands not far from here.
Above our heads, the forward hatch is open and a wind scoop is rigged
which channels and funnels the steady trades onto us all during the
night - keeping us cool. The scoop's nylon sail cloth flutters and
crinkles in the breeze. John spoons in behind me at some point during
the night, his arms draped over me and cupping my breast in one hand.

I dream of our love making. I seem to be floating and filled with him
and he's everywhere, his body covers mine entirely in my dream, like at
bubble surrounding me that contracts and squeezes me intimately from
every direction at once. I feel myself coming in the dream but I am
silent - that's how I know it's a dream, in fact, I know it's a dream in
the dream. Ever have that happen? John is everywhere and inside me and
I want to scream my pleasure but my voice won't work and John is
insubstantial and there's water and I'm in the water above the coral and
I don't know where John is now but its so beautiful and I want him to
see it - all the colors the beautiful colors and the warmth and I start
to wonder about breathing and about screaming when I see John a dark
shape in the distance and he's swimming toward me but its strange cause
he's moving and twisting side to side and that's weird when I suddenly
realize its not John it's a fish a very large fish a gray fish and
suddenly I'm terrified and have to swim away I have to swim I have to I
have to cause it's a shark but my arms don't want to work and I can't
seem to get moving and I sense the shark is closer but I'm afraid to
look back there behind me cause I have to swim and I really have to
figure out what's wrong with my arms and my legs kick weakly and my arms
don't …

I wake with a start. I don't move but my heart is fluttering and my
eyes stare at the dark teak bulkhead and they adjust to the faint glow
of leftover moonlight seeping in through the open hatch. I smell the
sea. I smell the stale odor of bodies sweating in the humid close
quarters of the cabin. That's when I feel John's arm over me. I feel
him cupping my breast, I feel his leg sprawled over my thigh and his
belly pressed against the small of my back and reality slips back to
make me safe in John's arms. I close my eyes and sigh in deep
satisfaction, and dare I say it - the "L" word? No, better not. He's
so young. No, no, too young, I think, as I drift back into dark
obliteration of sleep.

At dawn, I am awakened by the glorious feeling of being on the verge of
another orgasm and think I'm dreaming that dream again and realize after
a few moments as my head begins to clear that John is, and must have
been for some time, sucking eagerly on my clitoris. I don't even have
time to moan. One moment I'm asleep, the next I'm awake and screaming
as loud as I can in ecstasy. Its not fair. He snuck up on me. Took
advantage of a helpless female in her bed. I love it! I adore it, I
languish in it and let him keep me there until I can take no more.

The next five days are heaven.

We swim, collect shells, make love, suck and fuck each other and lie in
the sun. It is truly a paradise. We see no one. Though boats do pass
far out to windward. Several sailboats and one or two small fishing
boats.

Inevitably, we reach a point I've been dancing around for several days.
Its been looming on the edge of consciousness but over these past few
days I've managed to fend it off.

We're sitting on deck after lunch trying decide between a trip in the
dinghy to the sandy spit by the entrance channel, or a post-lunch siesta
which will no doubt inevitably lead to more love making. I think I'll
take door number two. I lean over and kiss John gently - my subtle way
of telling him what I want to do after lunch. After the kiss, he looks
at me with a "look" and I can tell something is about to happen.
There's an electricity between us.

"I … you" My ears betray me. I think it was the "L" word but for some
reason it got lost and I know this is the moment I've been dreading.

"Did you hear me?" He asks when I don't seem to respond.

"Ah … yes, … and no."

"Huh?" He's speechless. When a guy tells a woman he loves her, mine is
not the response he counts on. You sort of expect reciprocation, or at
least rejection - not confusion.

"Look, you and I both know its to soon, after … well, you know." I
start to explain.

"I know what you're going to say and I've thought about that a lot these
past few days, and …"

"And" I interrupt him, "you're young enough to be …"

He plugs his ears with his fingers.

I yank them away, "my son! Well, almost anyway … I mean if I'd gotten
pregnant very very young." I smile. I kiss his frown away.

"What are we going to do? I mean, if you don't love me too … then …"

"I didn't say that. Did I say that? Did you actually hear me say,
sorry sonny I do NOT love you? Did you?" Realization takes a moment.
Then, his face responds and lights up. His eyes gleam with joy.

"Now hold on. You're still missing the point, its not me I'm worried
about, its you." I tell him as gently as I can. "It is too soon for
you. This may not be real, just a reaction to … to your grief."

"But I don't want to leave you!"

"I didn't say you have to."

"But .."

"Shhh, listen. We can stay together, as long you like - as long as it
takes 'til we're both sure if it is or isn't real."

"Then what?" He says, still unsure of where this is going.

"Then, either we go our separate ways, or we face a whole new set of
problems."

"Problems?"

"Yes! Like everywhere we go, people will ask how old my son is, or is
my son in graduate school. I mean, the world accepts a man with woman
twenty years younger than himself. But how many times do you see the
reverse?" I ask.

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that. But I don't care …"

"I don't think I care either, but we might both feel different somewhere
down the road." I say. "And besides, you deserve to have a woman who
can give you children and I'm getting too old for that sort of thing."

"You're not that old! Women have babies in their forties now days." He
says.

I don't know how to react - I hadn't thought of that one!

He takes me in his arms and kisses me. His kiss says I love you. I've
known it for days now, but didn't want to deal it. Didn't want to let
life's complications into this paradise that we must leave tomorrow
morning - when the tide is high so we can get through the reef when
there's enough water and the sunlight is right to see the coral heads.
We don't have enough fresh water to stay much longer.

But we'll have some time to work things out. I have enough money for
another year, maybe two if we stretch it and maybe even get odd jobs
here and there to string it out. Maybe we can even start a charter
business in the Virgins - the boat's big enough. I like that idea -
we'll have to explore that one! And we'll come back to our paradise in
the off-season.

God, I hope no one discovers this place and builds condos!