The moonlight woke Carly, the ocean waves and gentle breeze could be heard from the bedroom. Marc was lying near her, they had made love for days during their week long vacation; no worries about children, nobody to call, no arrangements to make... just eat, drink and make love. They had not done this for many years. Their busy life got in the way.
Marc saw Carly watching him; the moonlight was stroking her body just like he was caressing her earlier during their hot sexual adventures. She was beautiful and so soft to the touch. After all these years he still adored her very much and their love making was always full of pleasant surprises and new experiences.
Carly loved these getaways, but now after so many years they took on new meaning. It was necessary to "fall in love again" to keep the relationship alive and precious--You just couldn't rely on how it was, because the years change people and memories fade ---People need to reignite the fire with new fuel.
Marc knew something special was needed for their 25th anniversary. This secluded paradise was unbelievably beautiful. Carly's dream of making love on the beach was better than she expected. The sounds of the ocean, the smell of the sea air, the vision of the waves and the sparkling moon and stars mixed with the incredible love and sex was almost more than her senses could take. Marc was beginning to express himself more during these passionate moments which added to its intensity. Carly loved when he would whisper her name or tell her how something felt (she got to peek inside his head and know what was going on---what a turn on for her!).
What would they do today? Take a run, see a movie, actually they were beginning to enjoy watching this beautiful woman that was in the next cabana. They wondered if she was alone and what she was doing there. Would they meet her...?
Carly was dressing for the day's adventure when she noticed their hot, mysterious woman from the window and became quite entranced with studying her every move. Marc came into the room; they both grew curious and interested as they saw her taking off her clothes very slowly. Carly felt excited; she started to touch her own breast and Marc began kissing her neck, rubbing her ass and legs. They saw the woman start to caress herself in an erotic way (of course she knew nothing of her onlookers). Carly and Marc were now quite hot, breathing heavy, watching, as their 'woman' started to masturbate. Carly enjoyed this and guided Marc's hand to her well shaved soft and juicy spot. He gently tried to keep the same rhythm as the woman they were observing; this was a real "turn on" for both of them. They were accustomed to watching TV, hearing and reading stories, but this was more intense because of the closeness and reality of it. They cuddled, stroked, touched... more and more. The lovers could actually sense the stranger's excitement, her moaning was contagious. Carly's body began quivering with the passion that was so new for her, and for Marc (it felt like the three of them were in the same bed ). Carly kept her cries quiet so she couldn't be heard by their "guest". Her breasts were more sensitive than ever and her orgasm was very intense. Wow-what a explosion on each nerve. First time experiences are sometimes awkward, but this was such a turn on---an assault on all senses, it drew them in completely, to a point of no return.
She now knew how hot Marc feels when he is watching her masturbate. After her orgasm she took his swollen cock into her mouth and caressed the shaft, felt its pulsing, sucked and licked the soft and sensuous tip. Marc was now gone and with the rhythm of orgasm Carly was ready again. She loved watching her lover in such pleasure. After a quick massage where every inch of her body was reignited with hot passion, almost impossible to touch, she crawled on top of Marc's beautiful, sweaty body and glided his waiting cock into her burning insides. They took off on their journey together. A wonderful trip, familiar and satisfying...her heart melting again, like it always does with passion and love...and Marc.
He could never have enough. Marc loved feeling every inch of Carly's skin with his hands, his lips, his body waiting for her wetness and kisses of passion to be his... their intimacy was always a new experience. His body loved the sensuous rhythm --he could feel her soul...yes, her soul had a beat all its own--it spoke of very deep and lasting love. The kind of love that was her being--the kind that without it, she would be lost. She often felt badly that she did not show him enough how precious this love was to her and hoped Marc could hold on to its depth when times were rough or lonely. This retreat was a godsend, a reawakening, a time for exploration. They needed to learn to create this atmosphere at home, to remember how wonderful life is that they have each other...always...soul mates....
