Chapter 16: Final Packing

Saturday

Babs and Tully walked down towards the water, leaving the circle of light behind them. They held hands as they walked. Tully squeezed her hand and asked, “Not scared of getting lost in the dark, are you?”

Babs laughed. “With a full moon above us? I don’t think so, you twit!”

“Just checking.”

“How do I know you’re not holding my hand because you’re afraid of the dark?”

“That must be it. Promise to protect me?”

“Sure. When the bad man comes out to get you, I can just take off my shirt and distract him while you run away!”

Tully laughed at that. “I think you might just enjoy that a bit too much.”

Babs untied her blouse and pulled it open, exposing her tits to him in the moonlight. “Maybe. Do you think this is distracting?”

Tully smiled at his wife. “Distracting? No. Interesting? Yes!” Then he ran his hand across his wife’s ass. “You might have to get a little more extreme to be distracting.”

Babs smiled. She slowly began tugging her skirt upwards. “Let me know when you think I’ll be distracting enough.”

Tully kept looking at Babs as she kept pulling her skirt higher and higher. “I think those bad guys are going to need to be really distracted, Babs.”

Babs simply pulled her skirt up to her waist and then tucked it all into a roll, exposing herself completely. “I think this would be pretty distracting.”

Tully began to rub her bare ass. “I think you’re right. I’d certainly be distracted.”

They continued walking along the firm sand near the waterline, heading slowly back towards the resort. They had done this walk many times over the years and knew that they could make it back to the resort within two hours if they wanted to. They also knew that it would probably take them much longer, because they would undoubtedly make a stop or two along the way.

That stop occurred about an hour later. They had gone around a bend in the shoreline and could now see the lights of the town of Haka Nuva in the distance. Despite the lateness of the hour, there were still streetlights and the outside lights of the resorts on the shore. “I think I want to sit for a bit,” said Babs.

Tully nodded, smiling at what he suspected would happen next.

Babs stopped and adjusted her skirt, allowing it to unroll back down her legs. Then she pushed it down off her hips, keeping hold of it and stepping out of it carefully, and then shaking it vigorously.

“Whatcha doin’?” he asked.

“I don’t want to get any sand anyplace sand shouldn’t get,” she answered. “I just want to sit down and it’s not like we brought a blanket or beach towel.”

“Next year we’ll make sure to pack a suitcase or two,” he laughed.

Babs smiled at that, and carefully laid her skirt out on the sand. Then, moving carefully, she sat down on it facing the beach. She still had on her open blouse, so she stripped that off and tossed it aside. The one place she didn’t want any sand was directly in the center of her skirt. She then lay back on the sand, propping herself up on her elbows.

Tully lay down in the sand next to Babs and then rolled over on his side to face her. “You have fun tonight?” he asked.

“I always enjoy this. You know that.”

“Okay.”

“Why? Don’t you enjoy it?”

Tully smiled at her and reached over to tweak one of Babs’ erect nipples. “Oh, I enjoy it, but I actually enjoy what it does to you even more.”

“Oh? What’s that?” Tully’s touch began to get Babs’ juices flowing, like they always did. Even after almost forty years, his hands were still magical.

“I think you know.” He pinched her nipple again, and then cupped the fullness of the tit to which it was attached.

“Well, I think it makes my nipples hard, don’t you?”

“Ummm,” was the noncommittal response. Tully went back to playing with his wife’s nipples, switching back and forth between them.

Babs stifled a low moan. “Well ... oh, Jesus, Tully ... it makes me feel all hot and wet and all!”

“Ummm?”

Babs took her husband’s hand and pushed it down between her legs. Her pussy was a hot soup of oily juice. He immediately began to fingerfuck her to orgasm. Alone on the beach, with nothing around them but the sand and the waves, Babs became very vocal in her appreciation of what Tully was doing. Eventually she simply lay back on the sand, her rear still centered on her skirt, and ordered him to get on top. Tully chuckled but complied. He rolled to his knees and moved between her outstretched legs. He unzipped his pants and pushed them down low enough that his cock came into view, and then positioned himself properly. Babs spread her pussy lips apart and guided him inside her.

“Now, give me a proper fuck, you old bastard!” she demanded.

Tully simply laughed and began moving in and out, pushing in deep and making sure his pubic bone and cock were grinding against her clit. If anything, Babs became even louder. Things got very energetic at that point, and they were both sweating by the time Tully erupted into Babs’ greedy pussy. He collapsed down on top of her, and then rolled over onto the sand. “I think that was a right proper root!”

Babs gave a happy sigh. “Right proper, mate, right proper!”

“Cheeky Yanks, always trying to speak Strine!”

Babs laughed loudly at that and sat upright. “I’ll give you Strine, darl’! I need to clean up. Meet you in the ocean.” She climbed to her feet, leaving her clothes on the beach. There was enough moonlight to find the water, go in, and clean up; when they were done, they went back to the sand. Tully pulled his pants on, but didn’t bother with his shirt, and Babs simply picked up her skirt and blouse. The pair continued walking towards civilization. They arrived back at the resort about an hour later, and promptly went to bed.

“Oh, God, I hate this!” complained Liz.

“Oh, God, you’ve already said that three times!” mimicked her husband, Bob.

“Want to get divorced here or in Christchurch?” she asked.

Bob simply laughed at her. “You’re the one who wanted to stay up as late as possible, to stretch out our honeymoon.”

“Aargh!” she groaned.

The Cramers had to be at the ferry by five-thirty in the morning, which meant getting up no later than half past four. They needed to finish packing and then get a cab to pick them up at the resort; the shuttle bus didn’t run that early. The restaurant wasn’t open then either, which meant they would need to scrounge something on the ferry. Worse, Liz was simply not a morning person. It seemed to her that she had just gone to bed and started sleeping when the alarm clock went off.

Friday had been a long but enjoyable day for the young couple. They had spent as much of the day as they could down at the far section of the beach, the exotic section, as it had been described to them, packing along lunch and as much beer as they could carry with them in a cooler. Then, after setting up their beach blanket and stripping down, they had slathered on some lotion and then proceeded to fondle each other to orgasm, not caring that other people were watching them.

Most of the rest of the day had been that pattern. They watched other couples fornicating around them, and when they weren’t sunning themselves, they were fornicating, too. In between bouts of screwing, they would run down to the ocean to wash up, and occasionally fool around some more. By late afternoon, with the sun starting to sink, they had screwed themselves to exhaustion and packed their gear and headed back to the resort.

That wasn’t it for them, however. While they both proclaimed the need to shower and take a nap, the nap wasn’t all that restful, and involved Liz on her side, with Bob’s cock up her ass. Afterwards they had showered and gotten a bit of rest before dinner, but after dinner they had spent the rest of the evening in the bar. When they got back to their room, they put off packing their suitcases until the morning, made love, and collapsed into a dreamless sleep.

Liz debated wearing a skirt on the trip home, but just couldn’t bring herself to do it. She remembered what Babs had said about always making herself available for her husband, but the day would simply be too hectic for that. They would be spending at least twenty-four hours traveling back to Christchurch. First, they had a six-hour ferry ride to Maltesano, then a flight to Nuku Hiva, another to Hiva Oa, and then a longer flight to Papeete in Tahiti. After that would be a much longer flight from Tahiti to New Zealand. If either she or Bob were feeling horny, they would just have to manage a quickie during a layover somewhere, maybe a fast handjob or blowjob or a diddle where nobody could see them. Otherwise, nobody was getting any until they made it back to their apartment.

The cab dropped them at the ferry dock at five-thirty, but the ferry didn’t leave until six. The early call was to make sure that everybody who was going was on time. The ferry would stop at several islands along the way, and there were only two ferries. They went back and forth, passing each other at the midpoint, and if you didn’t make the first ferry, you had to wait half a day for the next. That would screw up connections for everybody.

Bob paid off the cabbie and the pair grabbed their bags and rolled them towards the boat. They bought their tickets and went aboard, to stow their luggage in the oversized lockers available. Then they found some seats on the deck and looked out at the early morning sunrise.

“Hell of a trip, babe,” commented Bob.

She grinned at him. “I’ll say! I’m not telling my mother about yesterday, that’s for sure!”

Bob laughed at that. “She’s going to be scandalized simply knowing we went to a nude beach. She’d never be able to handle ... yesterday.”

“My sister, on the other hand, might want to know all the details.”

He rolled his eyes. “Your sister would be buying a ticket tomorrow, and head there all by herself.”

“Bob!” protested Liz. Bob simply gave her a dry look, and Liz acquiesced, shrugging and saying, “Well, she just likes to have fun.” Liz’ little sister, Carol, was still in college, and was a serious party girl. She changed boyfriends like Bob changed his socks.

Bob snorted and said, “Trust me; she’d have fun at that end of the beach! They’d be running a shuttle service down there with booze and suntan lotion by the end of the week!”

Liz looked over at him with a sly grin. “You sound jealous. You plan to join her there?”

“Oh, God! That’s all I need! I can barely keep up with you. If I had to take care of the pair of you, I’d have a heart attack by the time I turned thirty!”

Liz laughed. “You say the sweetest things! I definitely have to tell Carol now. I can tell her you have the hots for her and are thinking about a threesome.”

“Would you like to get spanked?”

“Ooohh! Kinky!”

Bob just groaned and rolled his eyes. He leaned back in the seat and dropped off to sleep, not even waking when the ferry undocked and headed out to sea. Liz followed suit a few minutes later.

The two woke about halfway through the voyage, just after the boat had departed from one of the smaller islands in the chain. Bob stood, stretching out the kinks and scratching his back. Liz stood up as well, and said, “Back in a few.” She headed towards the rest rooms, located inside on the next deck down. As soon as she returned, Bob went to the head himself.

He returned to find his wife standing at the rail, looking out at the ocean, and their seats taken by another couple. “I needed to stretch and move around,” she explained. “If I keep sitting there, I am going to get a crick in my back something fierce!”

Bob nodded. “Time to take a walk, maybe get something to eat.” Liz nodded in agreement, and they headed towards the refreshment counter. The early morning menu was limited to coffee and a variety of prepackaged doughnuts and Danishes; both grabbed coffees and sticky buns. Bob made a wry face at Liz. “For the next twenty-four hours or more, we are eating whatever they serve in airports. This is where we pay for the good life we’ve been having the last couple of weeks.”

“Not exactly going out in a blaze of glory, is it?”

“Not exactly.”

The pair ate their cinnamon rolls and drank their coffee, and then they walked around the ferry, looking for some comfortable seats, but not finding anything. Then Liz looked at Bob with a smile and said, “Follow me.”

“What are you up to?” he asked, noting the gleam in her eye.

“Just follow me!” Liz led him over to the stairwell and down to the deck where the vehicles were parked. It looked like a small floating garage., She took his hand and led him over to a corner that seemed deserted and out of sight.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Now you take care of me like we should have been doing this morning at the resort!” she ordered, laughing.

“Here?” he asked, incredulous.

“Yes, here! Why?”

“Liz, we get caught, they’ll keelhaul us or something.”

“I bet I know how to change your mind.” She didn’t even bother to wait for his response, but simply pulled the straps of her tank top off and exposed her tits to him. Bob’s eyes immediately went to her large and puffy nipples, and she said, “See? Told you so! Now come on, get with it! I need some satisfaction!”

“Oh, Christ!” Bob looked around the parking area, and didn’t see anybody, so he pushed his bride back towards a corner. “Just try to keep from screaming out my name.”

“You just try to make me scream it out,” she replied.

There was nowhere near enough room or privacy to take care of each other properly, so Bob simply decided to handle things sequentially, and not in parallel. Even as he decided this, he knew he was thinking like a computer programmer. In any case, he solved the problem by backing Liz up against the wall, and then pushing his right hand down the front of her shorts. Liz unzipped her shorts and pushed them, and her panties down, and then had to hold onto his arms as her body was wracked with orgasms as Bob expertly manipulated her clit. In just a few minutes he had taken her through one cum and then straight onto a second.

Bob relented and pulled his fingers away then, causing Liz to stagger and gasp. He ostentatiously licked his middle finger clean, savoring the taste of her pussy. Liz gave him a dazed look, but then straightened up and pulled her panties and shorts back up. Then it was her turn to look around for anybody in the parking area. She dropped to her knees, but then stood up again, grimacing at the rough surface of the metal grating. “That’s not going to work.” She dropped again, but this time managed to squat. “Show me what you got, big boy!” she ordered.

Bob laughed and undid the zipper of his shorts. Liz fished out his stiff cock through the opening and gave him a lick. Bob smiled, and Liz told him to make sure to let her know when he was about to cum, so that she’d be able to swallow. Then she opened her mouth and began sucking the large red cockhead while softly stroking his shaft. The pair had been together long enough that Liz had learned how to take his large size completely in, but that really required a nice bed where they could relax. Instead, she simply concentrated on suctioning his glans and licking around it while pumping his shaft. After a few minutes, her work was rewarded. Bob gasped and said, “Take it, babe, take it!” and a jet of cum blasted into her mouth. Liz started swallowing frantically, not wanting to have any cum drip on her clothing. That didn’t work completely; a few drops slipped by and landed on her still-exposed tits, but she fingered them up and swallowed with a grin. Then she stood up while they hurriedly rearranged their clothing.

“That’s going to have to hold us both over for a bit, unless we can find someplace more private,” she said.

“You are going to drive me crazy!” he replied.

“That’s my job, remember?” Liz grabbed his hand and pulled him back towards the stairwell. Time to go find a seat again.

Brenda was the first to wake up, when the sunlight through the drapes penetrated her eyelids. She groaned as she sat up and considered the human wreckage on the bed. She wasn’t sure about her husband, but Brenda was still a bit groggy from the rum punch, and desperately needed to pee, brush her teeth, and take a shower. She rolled out of bed and surveyed herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, as was her makeup, and she felt kind of sticky. She smiled at the reflection; Steve would probably comment that simply meant that they’d had a good time the night before. She glanced at her husband, sprawled on his back and snoring, and realized he looked as awful as she did. She headed to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, teeth brushed and freshly showered, Brenda headed back out to the bedroom. Steve was still snoring, and she still felt sleepy, so she pulled the drapes shut and crawled naked under the covers on her side of the bed. She was out as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Two hours later Brenda woke again, to find somebody snuggling up behind her under the covers. A male hand lay briefly on her hip, and then moved up and around her front to cup and fondle a breast, and she felt an erect cock pushing against her rump. Her body immediately reacted, her nipples stiffening and her pussy flooding with hot juice. She lifted her leg and whoever was behind her shifted slightly and slipped his cock into her cunt from behind. Brenda moaned happily and then said, “If you’re my husband, you had better have had a shower. If you’re not my husband, just don’t wake him up. I don’t think I’m up for a threesome yet.”

Steve snorted and replied, “Does that mean you’ll be up for a threesome later today?” He began slowly to pump his hips, pistoning his cock into Brenda’s tight and juicy pussy.

“Oh, it is you! Did you take a shower? You were pretty gross the last time I looked.”

“Very funny. Yes, I took a shower. You were no breath of spring air this morning, either, you know.”

Brenda shifted her leg, lowering it and trapping her husband’s cock in her cunt. This increased the friction - and her pleasure. They stopped talking, although Brenda’s moans of pleasure spoke volumes. Much too quickly for both of them, Steve’s hips began moving faster and faster, and then his cock throbbed and spasmed out a heavy load of cum. He kept pumping as long as he could, but after a bit he stopped and rolled away from her, to lay on his back and look upwards at the ceiling.

Brenda rolled over to face him and threw a leg over his. “That’s a very nice way to wake up. We need to do that more often,” she told him.

“No argument from me, though the kids might wonder why Mom is moaning so loudly in the morning.”

Brenda laughed at that. “Remember when Heather was little and came in one night and wondered why Daddy was on top of Mommy and Mommy was making so much noise? Oh, my God, that was so funny!”

Steve laughed. “What did you tell her, that Mommy and Daddy were wrestling, and she said she wanted to wrestle, too? And she wanted to know if she needed to take off her clothes, too?”

“Kind of ruined the moment, as I recall.”

“Well, another few years and they’ll be out of the house, and you can make as much noise as you want!”

“Let’s move them down to the basement and start now,” she joked. She then gave a sniff. “You take a shower or not?”

“Yes, I took a shower. You just managed to get me all sweaty again.”

Brenda gave an amused snort at that. “Last night got a little... intense!”

Steve nodded in agreement. “That’s a good word for it. I don’t know what was in that punch, but things did get intense!”

She gave him a curious look. “Do you think there was something in the punch?”

He looked at his wife and shook his head. “No. I’ve never heard of a drug that affects the libido and performance of both men and women, and let’s face it, you were just as turned on as I was. No, I just think it was just the entire ... thing.”

“It really started when we began rubbing the oil on each other,” she added. “That felt almost electric. Could there be something in the puka puka oil?”