I keep thinking back to that trip we took to that tropical paradise in the Caribbean. My dreams are filled with memories of days and nights of gentle loving and kinky capers. So much sex in such a short period of time... it all runs together in my mind, like your come and my juices did. One of the recollections that keeps recurring is about that day when we were sunning ourselves at the beach.

The front of our cottage fronted on a beautiful beach that was wide, white and 6 miles long. From our deck, we could see only a few other people scattered along the length, and none were close by. We walked hand-in-hand out across the sand and set up camp a few yards back from the edge of the lapping waves. You were wearing that tiny black bikini bathing suit that I had bought for you at the boutique, and I was wearing an even skimpier bikini that was hot pink and as transparent as tracing paper. Since you had explained that you weren't interested in soaking up too many rays, we had set up a huge beach umbrella that shaded your beach chair, and I spread my giant towel out right in front of the chair, where the warm sun could wash over me. I arranged myself on my back with my head near your feet and my feet pointing at the surf.

After a few minutes of tantalizing chit-chat about our prior evenings encounter with the mysterious native in the pitch blackness of our cottage, we were both starting to get aroused, and the hot sun was putting a sheen of perspiration on my skin. I asked you to help apply my SPF 15 lotion, but when I started to get up so that you could rub it on, you insisted that I should remain in my comfortable recumbent position. Grabbing the lotion, you squatted down next to my legs and rubbed in the lotion, starting with my feet. I closed my eyes as your strong hands massaged the muscles of my calves and toyed with my sensitive toes. It was so tantalizing to feel the slippery lotion lubricating your fingers.

Then your hands worked their way up to my knees, and you teased me by tickling the backs of my knees. I restrained myself from giggling, and the ticklishness turned into something vaguely erotic. Continuing upward, you began to massage my thighs, and I began to anticipate what it would feel like when your hands ascended to my moistening cunt, only inches "north" of where you were. I tingled with expectations. Now, I know you well enough to realize that predictability is not to be expected from you. But in those early days of our relationship, I didn't realize that you were so creative. So when you pulled away from me and stood up, I started to whine at you to come back and apply the lotion to my upper thighs, which I spread apart a little to give you an idea of where I really wanted you to pay attention.

But you silently answered my pleas with a stern look that let me know that I shouldn't try to boss you around. I was pleased to see your gaze slide down my body and alight upon my bikini bottom. My sparse cunt hair was trimmed very close in so that it didn't show around the edge of my bikini, but the material was so thin that the hair was visible as a texturing of the fabric. And my labia formed two distinct ridges that bracketed the moist vertical smear of moisture that had seeped out of my aroused cunt. As you stared, I spread my legs a bit further and tipped my hips up so that you could see my barely clad cunt even better.

Then you stepped back over to your beach chair and scootched it forwards so that the set was directly over my face. I couldn't see what you were doing, but suddenly I felt splatters of cool thick liquid splash onto the skin of my tummy. At first I had the thought that you had had an orgasm and had shot your semen onto my stomach... but of course, you had only had a few seconds to accomplish this, and the liquid was too cold to have come from your cock. Then I felt the soles of your feet begin to smear the creamy liquid around on skin, and I realized that you had squirted the tanning lotion onto me. As your feet started to gently rub the lotion around my torso, more fat dollops of the cream spewed onto my breasts, my shoulders, my thighs and my crotch. Your feet wandered up to my breasts and the toes slipped in under my bikini top, pushing the lotion all around my tits. The big toe on each foot zeroed in on my lengthening nipples, and then you began to clench your toes under, capturing and gently squeezing my nipples with the toe and ball of each foot. The milking action was unusual and exotic, and it made me squirm and shiver.

I reached up and fondled your calves as your feet came out from under the bikini top and spread the lotion around my shoulders and then down the bumpy surface of my ribs. I felt fresh spurts of the lotion falling randomly on my body. Your right foot slithered up to my tummy and dipped into the pool of thick cream that had formed in my belly button. Then those toes descended further until they reached the low- slung waste band of my bikini panties, and then dove under the edge. Your toes entwined themselves in my pubic hair, and you were able to bend your big toe down enough to spread apart my labia and press onto the hard nub of my clitoris. But within a few seconds, you pulled your foot out and caught a fresh puddle of lotion and then pushed back into my panties. A few more swabs like that and my bikini and crotch were absolutely soaked with greasy, slippery lotion, and more squirts of the lotion rain down on the outside of my panties, and onto my thighs. Finally, you pull your foot up and out over my crotch and down so that the heel was rubbing my cunt area through the saturated thin material. The lotion pooled and dripped everywhere, and your fat and solid heel ground firmly into my slickened crotch, spreading the lips outward under the fabric so that the inner lips and my erect clitoris are exposed to the welcome and relentless pressure. Although my head is still trapped under the chair, I could easily imagine the view you have, with the radiant pink material of my bikini almost transparent, revealing the equally pink color of my engorged flesh.

My hands gravitated to my own breasts, and I push the top out of the way and use the ample supply of lotion to give my nipples and areolae a deep and satisfying massage. Your foot lowered itself down so that your heel rests on the towel, and your Achilles tendon was held in the passionate embrace of my crotch. My hips began an instinctive up and down motion that rubbed my barely-sheathed clitoris up and down on that slippery and unbendably rigid rod of tendon. As I squeezed and twisted my nipples harder and harder, I humped your leg faster and faster, bearing down relentlessly with an animal urgency. I wasn't long before my orgasm caught me up in its surge of pulsing ecstasy that was sustained by the pounding rhythm of the crashing waves. Only as the intensity of the orgasm abated did I become aware of a new sensation: a drip-drip-drip of lotion dropping onto one of my sensitized nipples. It brought me back from dreamland with a fresh and rising sexual desire. Deep as it was, this pleasure was not going to be the end of our carnal play for the morning.

I pushed up hard on the bottom of your chair's seat, and surprised you by flipping it over backwards, leaving you sprawled on the white beach. The sand coated your sweaty body in splotchy patterns, and then you jumped up and raced into the water, vaulting over an incoming wave and knifing head-first into the surf. I stood up to follow, and it took a moment to get over the post-orgasmic dizziness. I stumbled into the water like a drunken sailor, and a big wave knocked my legs out from under me. With a big breath of air held in my lungs, I let my body go limp and felt the incredible poser of the churning water tumble my body around like a rag doll in a clothes drier. The cool water perked up my senses, and I pushed up off the sandy bottom and shot up into the air with my arms reaching toward the sun. When I came back down, I swam underwater and snuck up to where you were standing and pulled your skimpy bathing suit down to your knees. We spent the next 15 minutes chasing and teasing each other until we were cold and exhausted. Then we strode up onto the beach and back to our chair, table and umbrella.