Anais was burnt out. Too many hours and weeks and months of relentless work. She needed a break. Her lover Louis had the answer—a vacation week in Paradise.

So tired was Anais she slept almost the entire plane ride. She leaned gratefully on Louis’ broad shoulder as he checked them into the resort hotel, and held his waist appreciatively as he motor-scootered them miles along the coast road. He carried her up the rocky trail and down the other side to the secluded lagoon.

“It’s so beautiful,” Anais said.

“You’re so beautiful,” Louis said, and there and then he undressed her.

“What are you doing?” Anais asked.

“Don’t worry. It’s completely private. No one here but us and a few seagulls.”

Louis, naked now himself, carried Anais out into the lagoon.

The water was perfect, thick and warm, caressing Anais’s skin as she swam under the cloudless sky.

“I love it,” Anais exclaimed as she paddled up to Louis.

“I love you,” Louis declared, and he kissed her.

Her legs went around his waist.

“Now lie back, let me love you,” Louis said, and Anais lay back.

Bright sunbeams skimmed her skin, licking her nipples into swollen points of pleasure. The mild sea supported her, its gentle waves caressing her back and bottom, sluicing up between her legs with each crest to lick her clitoris, again and again and again, until it was achingly erect. Louis’ cock, thick and warm and indefatigable as the sea, filled the moist cove of Anais’ cunt to complete perfection.

He fucked her the way the waves lapped the shore, penetrating her again and again and again, filling her and filling her, until she overflowed with pleasure, and orgasm had its way with her. Louis didn’t stop. Anais didn’t stop coming. What a glorious vacation!

It was only after her sixth or seventh climax that Anais’ eyes fluttered open and she noticed, rimming the bluff above her, the glint of a dozen or more 800 mm camera lenses, and behind each camera a young boy scout enthusiastically earning his photography merit badge.