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Chapter 7: Honeymoon
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 7: Honeymoon - Boy meets girl, and things get very steamy. It’s a fun romp, with lots of past history for both, and lots of illustrations.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Workplace Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism Illustrated
Four Years Ago
Their flight landed in Nassau shortly before noon Monday morning, but by the time they deplaned, collected their luggage, and caught a cab, they didn’t get to the resort until one-thirty. Despite the good weather over the weekend back home, the Bahamian sky was beginning to turn gray. Still, Jason and Amy were in the Bahamas on their honeymoon, and they teased each other about how they would spend the time if it started raining. They checked in, dropped their bags in their room, and went back down to the main floor to find a restaurant. The meal on the flight had been less than inspirational.
It began raining during lunch, so when the Beckers returned to their room, Amy looked out the patio door and said, “Not going to the beach today.”
Jason came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. “Nope.”
Amy felt her body responding to her husband’s touch. “Not going out to the pool, either.”
Jason pulled her back against him and slipped his hands under her t-shirt. “Probably not.”
“What are we going to do this afternoon? Tour the resort?” she teased.
Jason snorted. His left hand moved up inside her shirt and pushed her bra above her breasts; his right hand slipped inside her shorts and panties. “You really want to take a tour right now.” He knew the answer since her pussy was very hot and wet.
Amy whimpered. “No...”
He pulled her away from the patio door and moved her to the bed. Two minutes later they were both naked and he was on top of her, his cock in her pussy as they began fucking. It was more than making love; it was pure animal sex! He was pounding her plush bottom down into the covers and she was lifting to meet him with her arms around his neck and her feet planted on the bed. Even after he came, his wife demanded he stay in position and began working her pussy around his softening cock. When he was hard enough to continue, she simply whispered, “Again!”
Later, as they were cuddling naked on the bed, Amy half-rolled against him and asked, “So, is this the plan for the entire week?”
“You say that as if it’s a bad idea.”
“Well, what about that bikini you bought me? I can’t wear it if it rains the entire week.”
Jason snorted. “That seems a little unlikely. Want me to get my phone and check the weather.” He moved to get up, but Amy held him on the bed.
“I don’t want to move. You wore me out. Sex with you can be so exhausting!”
Her husband laughed. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing.”
Amy reached down and started fondling his limp and sticky cock. Then she shifted, lifting her breasts to his lips. “Very, very good!”
The next morning, after an evening filled with sex, the newlyweds dressed in shorts and t-shirts and went down to the main restaurant for breakfast. The rain had stopped, and the sun was poking through the clouds. “What’s the weather supposed to be like?” asked Amy.
Jason shrugged and pulled his phone from his pocket. He called up his weather app and waited a few seconds for the GPS to synch with Nassau. “Ah ... it actually looks good. It’s supposed to be warm and sunny by midmorning and nice for the rest of the week. Yesterday was just a routine thunderstorm, not the start of a hurricane.”
“Good! Don’t get me wrong, Jace, but if I wanted to stare at the ceiling the entire week while we screwed our brains out, we could have done that at home.”
“Still, it’s a nice way to wait for the weather to clear up,” he laughed.
She smiled and nodded. “Very nice. Still, I want to try on that bikini we bought. I’ve been to the tanning salon... naked.”
“Ummm, nice.” Jason grinned broadly as they finished their breakfast.
Back in their room, Amy took her new bikini into the bathroom to change. She didn’t trust Jason not to take it off her when he saw her in it, and she did want to try it in the water first. She slipped on a cover-up before going back to the bedroom. Jason had changed into a pair of swim trunks and a t-shirt. As expected, her husband asked to see how it fit. “Forget it. You can check me out when we get outside. Let’s go.” She slipped into a pair of flip-flops and grabbed a beach bag; towels would be at both the pool and the beach.
Jason stepped into a pair of deck shoes and grabbed his key card. He didn’t need his wallet, since everything was charged to their room. “Okay, after you.” He followed his wife out the door, smiling as her bottom moved from side to side. She really was gorgeous, he thought.
Amy led the way to the elevators, and then they held hands as they walked through the lobby towards the pool area behind the resort. “We can go to the beach later,” she said.
“Fine with me. The sand is probably wet anyway,” Jason agreed. They went out through an archway and found the pools. There were two, one larger and deeper than the other. Amy looked around, not sure which to choose, but Jason led the way over to the large one. It had an exposed glass wall on one side, and he could see several people through it. “Here okay?”
“I suppose.” Amy dropped the beach bag between a pair of lounge chairs and Jason was sent off to grab a couple of beach towels. When he returned, she had removed her cover-up and was smiling. “You like?”
“Wow! Is that a serious question? Are there guys who wouldn’t?” She had worn it for him once, when it first arrived, but she had only worn it for a few minutes before he had removed it and had his way with her. Now, in the open sunlight by a pool, it looked even better. It was a very thin and sheer pale blue, though not so sheer as to be transparent, with a small halter top and a small scrunchy bottom. “You look fantastic! Let’s go back upstairs!”
Amy laughed. “Later. We just got down here. I need to get some sun. You need to get me a drink.”
Jason chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Rum punches, coming up.” He headed towards the bar on the other side of the pool. Along the way he looked around at the other women. Amy’s bikini wasn’t the smallest, but it wasn’t the largest, either. Several women were wearing one-piece suits. Then a redhead walked past him, and he did a double-take. The one-piece swimsuit was made from a mesh material, and when he turned as she passed, he realized it was essentially backless. A handful of strings crisscrossed her back and went down between her buttcheeks, and that was it. He wondered what Amy would look like in it and decided he needed to find out. When they got home, they were going to buy a few more swimsuits.
Five minutes later, Jason returned with a pair of ‘Tahitian Typhoons’; he handed one to Amy and sipped his own. Amy sipped hers and said, “Yummy! What’s in it?”
“What isn’t? Rum, spiced rum, and 151 rum, along with some fruit juices and something red.”
“Wow!”
“Then they sprinkle it with pixie dust and stir it with a unicorn horn. Three of these and you will be more than happy to go topless around the pool. At four, you’ll drop the bottom,” he laughed.
“That sounds more like wishful thinking,” Amy replied. Her husband just smiled and tried to look innocent.
They sat in the sunshine and sipped their red rum drinks. After they finished, Amy took Jason’s hand and led him towards the large pool. She looked around and went to the shallow end of the pool. “I don’t think it’s such a great idea to just jump in the swimming pool in a little bikini. I suspect I’ll see it floating away.”
Jason commented, “It’d probably be interesting, at least from my viewpoint.”
“You are such a pig!” laughed Amy.
“Hey, I heard it happened to a diver at the Olympics once. She dove straight in, and it peeled right off. It’s why all the women wear t-back suits now.”
Amy gave him a wry smile. “Yeah, that would be an issue. Probably boost viewing, though.” She jiggled her tits at him and laughed. “How do you think I’d do?”
“The American judge gives you an eleven out of ten.” Jason took her hand, and they walked down the steps at the shallow end. The water was cool, but compared to the heat of the Caribbean, it felt delightful. They floated around and swam up to the glass wall; the pool was an infinity pool, and they could go right up to the lip and look over the edge.
When they began to be waterlogged, they climbed out of the pool and went to the bar, where they got more Typhoons. Along the way, Amy looked at the other women around the pool and realized her swimsuit wasn’t as radical as she thought it was. Aside from the redhead in the backless mesh one piece, two women were in practically invisible strapless bikinis, and most of the rest were wearing some sort of side-ties, strings, or thongs.
Jason noticed where Amy was looking. “See anything you might want in a future purchase?”
“Maybe. Something to think about, huh?” Then she heard a muted Click. She turned to face her husband and saw him pointing his cell phone at her. Click. Click. “Jason? What are you doing?”
“I’m taking a few pictures of the best-looking woman at the pool,” he answered.
Amy protested, “Jason!”
“What? Do you think there’s a woman here I would think is better looking than you? Or do you want me to take pictures of the other women but not you.” Click.
“Oh my God! You’re hopeless!” she laughed.