Sun-Kissed Secrets in Florida

She felt more beautiful and alive tonight than she had in years. He had been paying her lavish compliments all week, which, she thought as she had observed herself in the mirror earlier in the evening, were not entirely unwarranted. Six months of TaeBo, regular two-hour work-outs at the gym, swimming and race walking a few times a week had flattened her stomach and toned her legs and butt. The fenugreek had done wonders, and her C-cup bra from Victoria’s Secret was now “full and running over”, as the old Sunday school song said. These few days in a bikini had deepened the great tan she’d gotten in June, and the two mornings on the balcony in only her thong had pleased her husband to no end–he loved her bronzed breasts and bottom and considered the tan line left by the thong very sexy. He’d had trouble keeping his hands off her as she’d lain there, though, and once they’d gotten carried away and had gone in to bed. She had to admit that there weren’t too many fifty-year-old women who looked good in a bikini, but she certainly had today. Her short haircut looked youthful and sassy, and he liked the fact that it bared the nape of her neck. She was enjoying her womanhood and the look and feel of her body, and she was highly motivated to take care of herself and stay beautiful. Tonight she felt recklessly in love, and it made her lightheaded.

As she stood in the dark, leaning on the railing, she reveled in her confidence and the effect it had, and looked forward to being with him. She felt free somehow, and wickedly adventurous. She wanted to do something wild, something risky, something they’d remember and talk about for a long time. She enjoyed the feel of the Florida night on her skin, and wished he’d hurry up and come upstairs. She wanted him desperately, and could feel the heat of her desire creeping into the depths of her. She wanted to feel his touch on her skin, his breath on her face, his lips on her body.

He came back with bottle and glasses in hand. Before he could pour them each a glass of wine, she threw her arms around him and pressed her chest against his, then lifted her right leg and wrapped it around his thigh. Though he didn’t see it, her skirt fell open, and she pressed her pelvis against him and felt the butterflies begin to flutter in her stomach. She liked the soft scratchiness of his hair against her bare leg, and wanted to pull off his shorts right away. But she waited, and impulsively grabbed the bottle from his hands and took a big swig.

“Drinking right from the bottle tonight, are we? Not very ladylike, you know.” In answer, she grunted huskily and kissed him again, and when he opened his mouth she let him drink the wine from hers. It was a deliciously intimate moment, the transfer of the sweet, warm liquid from her body to his–like sex in reverse, she thought–and it made her heart race.

He set the bottle on the table and took her in his arms. She lifted her face to him, and he kissed her eyes and her cheeks, then reached down and kissed her throat. She threw her head back and put her hands behind his head, urging his kisses to go lower. Her white sleeveless blouse was unbuttoned nearly to the waist, and it hung open invitingly. The delicate lace bra she was wearing could barely contain her breasts, and he accepted the invitation and eagerly kissed the skin between them, drinking in the smell of her perfume mixed with salt air and the scent of her skin.

She undid the last couple of buttons and threw the blouse on the chaise. This excited him, and he buried his face in her cleavage, then pulled her bra straps off her shoulders, letting her full, firm breasts spring out of the underwired cups, which were now hanging inside out below them. Her bosom was taut and her nipples were already hard. The light mark where her bikini top had been was faint now since she had lain topless on the balcony, and she liked the look of her tanned breasts as much as he did.

He grabbed the bottle, and after taking a drink, handed it to her. The glasses would go unused tonight, it appeared.

“I think those shorts have got to go,” she said, and in a moment they were on the floor and he was stepping out of them. She was not surprised to see that he was naked underneath, but surprised at the intensity of his excitement at this stage of their tryst.

“Whoa, big fella. Easy there,” she chuckled. She knelt in front of him and kissed the tip of his penis, then flicked her tongue teasingly along the shaft. He was already very hard, and the sight of him excited her. Stretching her torso as high as she could, she cupped her breasts in her palms and pressed them together around his member, moving back and forth against him and feeling the friction against her skin as he thrust himself gently but firmly toward her.

“How would you like some really good fellatio?”

“Can it be better than this?”

“You be the judge.” She got the bottle and poured some wine on his throbbing manhood, then gently rubbed it all over the length of him with her index finger. He moaned, and when she began to lick off the wine he convulsed with the sheer pleasure of the sensation. Stroking the hard shaft with her tongue, she enjoyed the feeling of the thin, soft skin lubricated by the warm wine. He smelled faintly of Aramis, and the scent of him made her pulse beat a bit faster in her neck.

He entwined his fingers in her hair and pulled her face toward him. She tenderly licked the little bead of lubricant from his glans, and then slid it deep into her mouth. His penis was long and thick and engorged, and she pressed her lips against it and pulled her mouth back to the tip, sucking firmly, then grasping him in her hand and sucking with more intensity.

He was moaning now, and convulsing with the sweet anguish of unsatiated passion, longing to plunge himself into her and take her to Paradise with him. But the waiting was the real ecstasy, and they both wanted to prolong this luscious foreplay, too. What a night this was turning out to be!

He wanted to explode in her mouth, and was afraid he would. When he couldn’t stand it anymore he pulled away, and though she was reluctant to stop, she stood up and let him turn her around so he could fondle her breasts from behind. She took the bottle and, as his hands skillfully kneaded her swollen bosom, she put her head back on his shoulder and drank deeply from the bottle, then put it to his mouth so he could do the same.

She wanted to be naked, and the feel of his hands on her body and the pressure of his erection against her rump were driving her nearly mad with lust. She pulled her bra down to her waist, then turned it around, undid the clasp, and tossed it onto the chaise with her blouse. She was nude now except for a short silk wrap skirt in a red, white and yellow island print. Her tan looked wonderful against these colors, and the silk felt delicious against her skin. She didn’t know if he knew she was naked underneath, but she couldn’t wait until he discovered it.

She had only tied the drawstring loosely, so the skirt hung mobile. She knelt in front of him, and he took her hand, pulling her close so he could see her bare legs. He lifted her skirt slightly, revealing her tanned, smooth thighs, then gently ran his fingers up and down her leg, teasing her with the sensation of his touch. She shivered, anticipating the moment he would finally take her to the next level. She leaned closer, her breath warm on his face, and whispered, "Don't stop there."

He obliged, moving his hand down her thigh, further and further, until he reached her vulva. He paused for a moment, savoring the sight of her arousal, then gently stroked her clitoris with his fingertips, building the anticipation until it became unbearable. Finally, he leaned in and inserted his penis deep into her waiting vagina, thrusting himself with a powerful rhythm that sent shivers down her spine. The pleasure was intense and overwhelming, and she moaned with delight, unable to resist the urge to push him deeper into her.

As he continued to penetrate her, she felt a wave of heat building within her, a primal urge to surrender to the pleasure that consumed her. Her muscles tensed, her body arched, and she let out a primal scream as she reached the peak of her orgasm. She collapsed back against him, breathless and exhausted, and he held her close, whispering words of love and desire as they lay intertwined on the chaise, lost in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. The Florida night seemed to hold its breath, as if even the stars were captivated by the raw, unbridled passion that had filled the room. The wine bottle lay forgotten on the table, a silent testament to the unforgettable night they had just shared.

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