Day One of our first day of vacation was coming to a close. We'd arrived on the island early in the morning, and, after checking in to our hotel, had gone exploring. This was more than just a vacation for us, as it was our first trip away together since college, nearly 20 years before. Lily and I had dated for a while back then, but had gone our separate ways, both of us marrying and having children. We never left each others' minds though, and had this way of bumping into each other. When we both ended up available again, the "bump" turned into a full-blown romance.
The island was special to us, but not in the ways you might think. We'd never been there "together" although we had both had a vacation there at the same time with our respective spouses. In fact, some would have thought it odd that I would want to take someone else to the place I'd also honeymooned, but from the beginning of this latest round of Lily & Jack, we'd talked about going there, and I think we both knew we had unfinished business there.
The afternoon found us wandering down the beach, past the public areas and toward a place where the bluffs came close to the water and the hills and grass made things a little wild. Frankly, we'd been looking for a place to fulfill one of our fantasies, making love on the beach. Lily was too shy to just do it anywhere, and I wasn't all that much more daring, so we had to look carefully and do some planning. We picked out a spot, and hoped that someone else wouldn't think of it first. All the rest of the day was devoted to more exploring, with a level of sexual tension that was unusually high, even for us. We went out for dinner and had a wonderful time at an outdoor restaurant on a pier, enjoying each other, the entertainment and a couple of delicious vacation drinks.
We found the place we'd been earlier in the day and laid out our blanket, opened the cooler and poured some wine. The drinks at the bar had definitely loosened up any inhibitions that Lily might have had, enough that I'd convinced her to wear her two-piece swim suit (which she hadn't yet dared to wear to the beach in the daytime). I could also see a sparkle of anticipation in her eyes that had to come from knowing at least some of what was going to happen tonight.
After a little bit of small talk about how nice the day had been, and how beautiful the moon was over the ocean, we started giving into our desire. Our lips found each other and hungry mouths and tongues started gently but got insistent as the drinks and the setting inspired some playful lust. I felt Lily's hand rubbing my chest while her other hand on the back of my head pulled my mouth tighter onto hers. That roaming hand soon found its way into my shorts and gripped my cock, which grew even harder at her touch. Soon we were lying down on the blanket, still locked at the mouth but with hands busy exploring. I found the hook for her top and flicked it open, and while there was a moment when she stiffened with a little self-consciousness, she relaxed and squirmed against me as my hand replaced her top as the main means of supporting her breast.
The kissing left the mouth as we both slid against each other, turning slowly but inevitably into a delicious sixty-nine. We slid the remaining clothes off and tasted each other, nude, lying on the blanket on the beach as the waves crashed with the incoming tide. For some reason we both knew that the purpose wasn't instant orgasm but teasing and pleasuring, and the oral caresses were slow and delightful. Lily lifted one leg over my shoulder and my head rested on her inner thigh. I ran my tongue along the lips of her pussy, teasing her clit, twirling little circles around it. Occasionally I would suck her pussy lips into my mouth, in and out, letting them rub over her clit. When I didn't think she was expecting it, my tongue would dart as deeply as I could get inside her, gently fucking her with it, sometimes adding a finger or two to my tongue. Meanwhile, Lily was doing her best to give me the best slow head of my life, licking and sucking my cock and balls. One moment I'd feel her lips kissing the head, and at the next moment she was sliding her sweet mouth down, taking as much of me into her mouth as she could, and then I could feel her tongue working its magic.
I was in that wonderful world where the excitement was constant, but there was no danger of an imminent orgasm; this could go on for hours. From time to time we'd bring each other close, and while I held off, I did my best to make her cum as often as possible. I'd feel that shudder and the more intense sucking, and feel the moan around my cock when she came; the hum was tremendous and always made me want to return the pleasure even more.
There was a point where things slowed down momentarily, and I used that opportunity to pinch her ass lightly. When she looked up and back at me, I teased her:
"Let's go for a swim," I said, "I want to play in the ocean with you."
