Volcano Teddy: Tropical Heat

The humidity hung thick and heavy, clinging to my skin as I wrote this, somewhere deep within the emerald embrace of the rainforest. We’d chosen this secluded resort in Latin America for our anniversary, a desperate attempt to rekindle the flame that had begun to flicker with the relentless demands of daily life. The room, perched on a private balcony overlooking the dense foliage and a distant, majestic volcano, offered a tantalizing illusion of intimacy, a promise of escape that felt increasingly fragile with each passing day.

Yesterday had been a blur of sun-drenched bliss, spent languidly in the resort’s expansive hot springs. We even indulged in a swim-up bar dinner, the salty air mingling with the scent of tropical blooms. I captured countless images of Melody, bathed in the golden light filtering through the canopy, her body a perfect silhouette against the vibrant green backdrop. A few playful photos of us together, entwined in a passionate embrace, served as a tangible reminder of our shared desire, a desperate plea to our dwindling passion.

Melody had complimented me on my new “Expedition Pants,” a subtle jab at my burgeoning arousal. “You just want what’s inside ‘em!” I’d quipped, grinning, as she playfully arched an eyebrow. Her shy smile held a hint of the vixen she could be when the mood struck, a dangerous edge to her affection that I found utterly captivating. The thought of her teasing me, drawing out my pleasure, filled me with a primal excitement. It was cute, this embarrassed playfulness, this gentle provocation that only served to intensify my desire. The thought of her sucking on my nipples, her fingers exploring the sensitive folds of my man-nips, sent shivers down my spine. The anticipation of her pussy being pounded by my cock, a familiar rhythm of intense pleasure, was almost unbearable.

Tomorrow, I planned to venture out with Melody in her translucent teddy, a brazen display of our shared sensuality, and me in a thin swimsuit that offered little protection from the elements and even less from her gaze. The privacy of our balcony was a blessing, a sanctuary from the prying eyes of resort guests. But the thought of exposing ourselves, of flaunting our lustful intentions, filled me with a delicious thrill. The thought of seeing her standing on the deck, bathed in the morning light, a vision of pure beauty against the backdrop of the rainforest and volcano, was enough to keep me awake all night.

The previous evening, after a particularly stimulating lovemaking session, we had shed our inhibitions and embraced our desires. Stripping off the teddy and my swimsuit, we posed nude before the panoramic view, our bodies illuminated by the setting sun. Melody struck several incredibly sexy poses, one leg elegantly extended over the edge of the deck, her body a sculpted masterpiece against the vibrant landscape. As I turned to pose, my arousal reached its peak, a wave of heat washing over me. The feeling of being naked together, surrounded by the raw beauty of nature, was both liberating and intensely erotic.

We took some cheeky selfies, capturing our naked bodies in a moment of unadulterated passion. Before returning to the room, I leaned over to nibble on Melody’s big, bare boobies, her soft pink nipples hardening as I turned them towards me. She, in turn, suckled and titillated my man-nips, a playful dance of pleasure that left me breathless. The open curtains allowed the rainforest’s sounds and scents to permeate the room, intensifying the atmosphere of sensuality.

Inside, we continued our exploration of each other’s bodies, the king-sized bed transformed into a battleground of desire. We began with tongue-tangling kisses, her lips tracing the contours of my face, igniting a fire within me. I applied AloeCadabra lube, coating her pussy and the surrounding area, lingering with my finger, savoring the anticipation. Then, I launched into oral play, devouring her luscious nipples in turn, her clitty buzzing with pleasure as she vibrated wildly. She, in turn, craved my attention, sliding down and taking hold of my erect cock, pounding it with a relentless rhythm. Her lips and tongue danced across the underside and topside of my glans, a tantalizing exploration that left me gasping for air.

“Ooohhh, Melody,” I moaned, “That feels soooo good!” There was no verbal response from her, but her body spoke volumes, arching her back and convulsing with pure ecstasy. We continued our passionate exchange, a symphony of pleasure that left me drained and exhilarated.

Melody has recently mastered the art of deep throat, a skill that had eluded her in our first attempt at fellatio thirty years ago. She managed to coax my entire erect shaft into her tiny mouth, a feat that still surprises me today. She’s an absolute artist at blowing me, and we indulge in this act approximately once or twice a month, usually during holidays. Her skill has undoubtedly improved over time, but the thrill of her dominance remains constant. While not the most important thing, the sheer pleasure she derives from our encounters is undeniably a significant factor in our intimate connection.

I reminded her that we had a scheduled river boat tour and suggested we complete our oral loving tomorrow in our room’s jetted tub, which boasts a large mirror for added visual stimulation. As I mentioned earlier, my erection is considerable, and she knows how to satisfy it, even though getting me into her mouth can be a challenge.

Side Note: During yesterday evening, I stumbled and injured my shoulder, making it difficult for me to reach for her. Despite this setback, Melody insisted that I should still fulfill our mutual desire. She said, “If you can, you should!” So we settled into our “X-position,” her buzzing clit as she lay on her back and I on my side, lining my cock up at a right angle to her waiting pussy.

The joy and pleasure we derive from our intimate moments are indescribable. Melody enjoys a good pussy pounding, and I gladly obliged, starting slow with long, deep strokes as my cock sought her deepest recesses. But before long, I was unleashing my full force, pounding her relentlessly. It’s truly incredible fucking, a testament to our enduring passion. And yet, a pounding can still be beautiful lovemaking.

We finished our encounter with a passionate climax, leaving us both breathless and invigorated. We didn't linger in cuddles, though, eager to embark on our river boat tour.

After the tour, we spent the afternoon and into the evening in various hot springs, taking more photos and indulging in playful make-out sessions. Her kisses still captivate me, even after all these years. While we took more photos, we were both wearing our swimming suits. Later in the evening, we were tempted to shed our clothes, but we resisted the urge, knowing that the younger couples around us might not appreciate our blatant display of lust.

We met a few beautiful young people today and formed friendly connections with them. We rejoiced in the love shared by other couples and offered our prayers for those still searching for their soulmates. Surrounded by so many attractive individuals, some in skimpy swimwear, we felt a sense of contentment and gratitude for the love we had found.

Tomorrow is an excursion-free day, allowing us to spend our time luxuriating in the jetted tub and making love in front of that large picture window again. I suspect those younger couples would be surprised by the enduring eroticism of our 30-year marriage.

I’ve read research indicating that people look younger and more vibrant for hours after engaging in sexual activity. In my mind, Melody looks like my newlywed bride every time we make love, and she certainly looks amazing all day after one of our morning romps! Today was no exception. I constantly marveled at her beauty and expressed my gratitude to God for bringing us together.

By the way, despite my recent fall, we still kept the window open, allowing the rainforest’s sounds and scents to permeate the room. We remained immersed in the heart of the rainforest, lost in the intoxicating embrace of our shared desire.

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