We've rented a little hut on a remote island in the Caribbean, and this is the first time we've spent the night together. But I trust you from just the few innocent dates we've had together, and I've been secretly wanting to make love to you. Dreaming about it, waking up in a hot sweat with my hand between my legs. I know it will be good.

So now you have gone out to swim in the ocean in the pitch blackness. I'm too scared to go, so I stay in the hut and change into my filmy short nightgown and loose-legged panties made of the most slippery purple satin. And I wait for you, looking out through the open window with the breeze rustling my hair. I see the ghostly waves breaking, and I hear the parrots and the crashing surf. But I can't see you. I'm starting to feel scared for you, and it gives me a little tingle of excitement that radiates from my moistening crotch. You've been gone an hour now and all I can think of is sex.

I feel the lightest touch of a hand on the back of my shoulder, and I force myself to resist the temptation to turn around to see if it is you. I'm sure that it is. Your hand starts to slide around on the satin lubrication of my gown, rubbing and massaging my back. It sends a wonderful shiver down my spine, and I feel week in the knees. But I'm still leaning on the window sill. Your massage is getting harder and deeper, and it relaxes the fear/tension that I had been feeling.

The moon is suddenly covered by a thick cloud, and at the same moment, your hands slip around under my armpits and cup my breast. My nipples are hard and sticking out through the slippery satin as you lightly pinch and roll them through the material. I feel your moist and hot breath on my neck as you nuzzle in, and now I can feel your wet bikini bathing suit pressing up against my ass. Mostly I feel the hot and wet cock that is enclosed in the wet Lycra, straining against the tight material.

As you nibble my earlobe, I feel your rough cheek and then ever so slowly, your right hand slides down... and slides down... and slides so easily over the satin. I love the feel of the sliding so much, but I also want your hand to slide further. As if to help, I push up on my toes, to bring my cunt closer to your hand. But you are teasing me. It's so absolutely dark that all I can see is the faint white crest of the waves.

Finally your hand reaches my cunt and your index finger slips down through the lips of my sex, feathering my clit through the silky material. The moisture is staring to totally soak the satin, and you push deeper through the folds of my labia, pulling up and hooking my clit. This pulls me backwards onto the tight mound of your cock, and I slowly dance my cheeks across it.

Suddenly, you pull away, then grip me by the waist and turn me around and then hoist me up onto the wide hard windowsill. I can't see a thing of you or the room, it's like pure black velvet with the faintest ghosts. At first you are not touching me, but then I feel your hands on my knees. You slide up under the gown and grip the band of my panties. Down they come, as my heart rises in my chest. Hands back on my knees. Gently you push them apart, and I don't resist. I reach down and grab the soles of my feet and lean back, opening myself completely. You can't see anything, but the musk of my wet cunt must be a beacon to you, because your mouth makes no error as it targets on my cunt. You aren't touching me anywhere else, just your lips pushing apart the labia, and your pointy tongue lapping upward over my clit again and again, faster and faster.

Now your right hand, the same one that teased me earlier, cradles my groin, and your thumb hooks in under my clit, massaging the entrance to my cunt, sliding over the whole are and even lightly over my asshole. Everything is so slippery and wet.

Your thumb is now in my cunt, and the side of it is pushing upward toward your mouth. You are so wise. You know about my G Spot, and you rub it back and forth with increasing pressure, matching the rhythm of your tongue playing harder and harder on my clit. I'm going crazy, and to keep my balance, I have to let go of my feet and reach for the heavy wooden curtain rod overhead. On top of everything else, it feels great to stretch out my tits and let the breeze tickle my nipples. One of my hands comes down to do more of that work, and my feet rest on your shoulders and my knees splay wide