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Tahiti
By Rick (rickr@jumpnet.com)

***

A husband wife on vacation story. They reconnect while 
on vacation and remember why they'd been attracted to 
each other in the first place. (MF, rom)

***

"Will there be anything else?" the waiter asked.

"Just coffee, please. Everything has been marvelous and 
I think we'll just sit for awhile if that's okay," Jack 
replied. He didn't think the waiter was aware that his 
hand was up under Jessie's skirt, the tip of his finger 
rubbing the wetness that had already flowed down her 
thigh onto her skin. The restaurant was quite elegant 
and the lighting was low, especially designed for 
romantic getaways. 

They conveniently had long tablecloths on each of the 
tables, so perhaps the waiters just assumed everyone 
was feeling up their dates and would have been more 
surprised to see everyone's hands on the table. This 
was, after all, Tahiti... the romantic fantasy land of 
every boy who had ever read Mutiny on the Bounty or 
seen one of the many National Geographic articles 
written about this island paradise.

"Very good, sir," and the look on the waiter's face 
told Jack that his second guess was the correct one. 
The waiter's momentary glance at Jessie's dress, black 
with a scoop neck that exposed a great deal of her 
abundant cleavage, also told Jack that the waiter 
wished he and Jack were in each other's place right now 
and that HIS finger was snaking upward, along Jessie's 
muscular thighs (God, how good they felt, over his 
hips, surrounding him when they made love) so close to 
her soft wetness that he could feel the heat emanating 
from her very core.

...

The vacation was one that Jack and Jessie had planned 
for years. They were the perfect beautiful couple. 
Jessie was 5'10" with an hourglass figure, although a 
considerably larger amount of sand could have fit on 
the top portion than on the bottom. She had long 
flowing red hair and intense green eyes that could make 
a man come just by looking into them. 

Jack was 6'1" with a muscular build and an impressive 
tan. Wavy brown hair and deep blue eyes that told the 
world he knew what he wanted and was extremely capable 
of getting it.

All through the struggles to get beyond college, the 
slow beginnings in the business world, the battle up 
the corporate ladder, they dreamed of one day taking 
this vacation. Finally, when they were financially 
secure and all of that seemed behind them, they stood 
back and found complacency had taken over their 
marriage. Boredom had replaced passion. Repetition had 
replaced spontaneity. Drudgery had replaced adventure. 

They had both possessed these qualities during the 
early years of their marriage, like the time they had 
made love in the apartment hot tub in broad daylight. 
The day was a little cool and the steam could be seen 
rising from the spa. They had come out for a relaxing 
soak and had begun to gently caress each other under 
the water. Caressing naturally led to kissing and 
kissing led to hugging until Jessie was sitting on 
Jack's lap with her arms around his chest. 

Everyone had thought they were a couple of young lovers 
necking. Little did they know that during the necking, 
Jessie had lowered her bikini bottom and pulled Jack's 
cock from his trunks. No need to stroke him, he was as 
hard as he could get just from her closeness. 

She shifted her perfect ass just a little on his lap 
and he easily slid his full length into her. As her 
body rocked on his, his hand was below the water, his 
finger applying increasing pressure to her sensitive 
clit... circling, stretching, pressing... until, as he 
began to swell inside her with the urgency of his own 
orgasm, she climaxed, as much from knowing he was about 
to come as from the pressure of his finger upon her. A 
private simultaneous orgasm in a decidedly public 
place, nothing complacent about that.

Then there was the time Jack got that speeding ticket 
and went with Jessie to the courthouse to pay it. They 
ended up having to park on the top level of the parking 
garage and while walking down the stairwell Jessie 
turned to him and told him how sad he looked and how 
she wanted to make him feel better. Jack just brushed 
it off until she pressed him against the wall and gave 
him a kiss that immediately aroused him. Their tongues 
searching, her body pressed tightly against his, 
pinning him to the wall. 

As she continued to kiss him, her hand went to his 
zipper, lowering it and reaching inside. Jack couldn't 
believe what was happening. Jessie had always been a 
willing partner, but had never taken this kind of 
control before. The graffiti on the walls, the sounds 
of cars circling the garage, the smell of exhaust 
mingling with the smell of whatever else was in this 
stairwell, the voices of people waiting for the 
elevator just outside the door to the stairwell all 
added to the sense of danger. 

My God, he thought, this is a courthouse and if we get 
caught it is going to be a lot worse than a speeding 
ticket, but he was helpless to stop it. He wanted this 
every bit as much as she knew he wanted it. 

Jessie went down on her knees, his engorged cock filled 
her hand, her mouth at its tip. Her tongue circled its 
head, slowly slid down the underside of his shaft, then 
back up along the side. A large drop of precum danced 
on the tip of his cock. She touched it with the tip of 
her tongue and pulled away slowly, the sticky string 
bridged the gap between tongue and cock. She looked 
straight into his eyes, "Mmm, I love the way you taste, 
Jack. You know what I like even more than that, Baby?" 

He shook his head, weakly.

"I love the way you fuck, and I want you to fuck me 
right here in the stairwell," she purred. 

With that, she stood and bent over the railing, looking 
down through the spiraling expanse of stairway, raising 
her skirt to show the tops of her stockings and, no 
surprise because Jessie rarely wore any underwear, her 
bare pussy, open and inviting him. 

He guided his cock easily into her and with one thrust 
was buried to the hilt inside her. As he plunged 
himself into her, she spread her lips and stroked her 
clit. He could feel her fingernails against the 
underside of his cock, touching his balls, as he 
continued to thrust inside her, harder and deeper until 
her own touch brought her to climax and he filled her 
with his own. No drudgery there.

Unfortunately, the passion in their marriage had gone 
the way of countless others. Relegated first to second 
place behind work, then to third place behind something 
else that seemed more important at the time, and God 
only knew what position it held now, but it had almost 
gotten to the point that neither of them cared enough 
to even hunt for it anymore. That is what caused it, 
the not caring, and the not talking about the not 
caring. 

Both ended up having affairs, certainly not because 
they didn't love each other, because they truly did. 
And they DID NOT love the people they had the affairs 
with, but somehow those people were more exciting than 
Jessie or Jack saw each other to be at this time in 
their lives.

They both discovered the truth, and to their great 
credit and the strength of their love they forgave. 
They also knew that their marriage couldn't survive 
another infidelity and if they didn't want this to 
happen again they would have to find a way of putting 
the passion back into their lives and keeping it in 
first place from now on. They sat down and for the 
first time in what seemed like years they talked. 
Talking brought up things that they had wanted yet 
never actually obtained and that subject brought up 
Tahiti...

The waiter left the coffee and departed with a slight 
nod. This was, after all, Tahiti and he knew full well 
he was not to return until summoned. Jack touched her 
softness with the tip of his finger and the short gasp, 
silent yet noticeable to him alone, told him how 
aroused she was. They didn't speak, didn't kiss. 

They did, however, look deeply into each other's eyes 
as this was playing out. Her eyes told him how much she 
was enjoying this. The slight enlarging of the pupils, 
the subtle widening of her eyes told him how much she 
desired him. The way his lips parted slightly and the 
tip of his tongue barely touched his upper lip for a 
brief moment told her how much he wanted to give her 
pleasure and in receiving pleasure she would be giving 
him pleasure as well. 

Slowly, deliberately, he circled her clit with the tip 
of his finger, feeling her protruding organ hard 
against it. As his finger moved, his tongue moved in 
perfect sequence with it, barely past his lips, but the 
implication was clear. As she stared at his provocative 
tongue and felt his more aggressive touch she was 
propelled headlong into an intense orgasm that soaked 
his fingers and her seat as well. 

Slowly, as she came down from her experience, he 
removed his hand, and brought his fingers to his lips 
and cleaned each of them in his mouth. God, he loved 
the taste and the fragrance of her. To him there was no 
more powerful aphrodisiac in the world.

They departed the restaurant into the warm night air. 
It was not totally dark because of the full moon which 
dominated the evening sky. They walked perhaps a half a 
mile up the shore to some rocks they had noticed 
earlier while they were exploring. The rhythmic crash 
of the waves upon the shore accentuated the feeling of 
complete seclusion. The only sound was their breathing, 
the only presence they felt was themselves.

"How did we lose this, Jessie?" Jack asked as they 
walked along the shore.

"We lost our focus, somehow. When we first got married, 
the only thing I ever thought about was you, and the 
only thing you ever thought about was me. As time went 
on and more things became a part of our life, then we 
had to divide our thoughts to other things. Our problem 
was when those other things became a larger part of our 
thoughts than each other," was Jessie's response.

"I don't ever want to lose that focus again. I can live 
without all of those other things, but I can't possibly 
live without you, without your love," Jack replied. 
Taking her in his arms he said, "Jessie, I want you to 
know here and now that you are, beyond a doubt, the 
most intelligent, the most beautiful, the sexiest, the 
most wonderful woman in the world and I will always 
love you."

"Then love me... right here... right now," she said 
with a smile that would have lit up Broadway.

The first kiss was as gentle as a feather on a breeze. 
His hands on her face, his lips delicately brushing 
hers. Lightly, his tongue brushed across her lips, 
which parted and willingly reciprocated the action. 
"God, I love you, Jessie," Jack whispered as his lips 
gently kissed completely around her ear. Her moan was 
both response and encouragement.

Slowly... this was, after all, Tahiti and there was no 
reason in the world to rush... they removed each 
other's clothes. Jessie's breasts glowed in the 
moonlight, her nipples large and hard from the gentle 
breeze blowing off the ocean. Her eyes sparkled as she 
looked up and down Jack's hard body. He wasn't muscle 
bound, but definitely in good shape. His chest well 
shaped, his stomach flat, his cock already erect and 
ready for her. She reached for him and instead of 
stroking him, began pulling him toward the water. He 
followed like a willing puppy, what else was he to do? 

They played and frolicked in the water, feeling once 
again like the teenagers they were when they began 
dating. Splashing and wrestling, hugging and squeezing, 
kissing and caressing. Jack lifted Jessie out of the 
water as someone would lift a sleeping child and 
carried her from the water to the rocks. 
Perfectly flat, as a table top, he sat her on the edge 
of the rock and knelt between her legs. Her legs were 
salty from the ocean water, yet her pussy was still as 
sweet and spicy as any time he had ever tasted her. 

This was truly his passion. He loved the way she 
reacted to the touch of his tongue against her. The way 
her hips arched, pressing her pussy harder against his 
mouth. The way she moaned, softly at first, then 
stronger and louder the faster his tongue pressed 
against her. As his mouth pressed against her, sucking 
her clit into his mouth, fluttering his tongue against 
her, she lost it, her juices covering his face as the 
intensity of her orgasm washed over her. 

"Oh, Jesus, Jack. Fuck me! I want you. I need you 
inside me... please baby!" Jessie pleaded.

Standing between her legs, her ass against the edge of 
the rock, he entered her. Her legs encircled his waist, 
his hips thrust back and forth, her heels against his 
ass, urging him deeper. He bent, cupping her breasts in 
his hands, circling her nipples with his tongue as he 
continued to thrust up inside of her.

His touch against her nipples sent sparks directly to 
her pussy, arousing her once again. Reaching down, 
spreading her lips she touched herself as his cock 
continued to slide in and out of her. Bringing her 
finger tip to her lips, she tasted both of their 
flavors, mingled together, then reached back and 
continued to press and circle her clit. Her breathing 
became more rapid, her excitement excited him even 
farther.

Faster and harder they both moved and pressed their 
bodies together. Their excitement was  overwhelming, 
closer... faster... closer... harder... so close... so 
close, until they finally exploded together in an 
overwhelming climax that left them both breathless and 
exhausted. 

Jack climbed onto the rock, lying next to Jessie in the 
perfect night air. Together, their hands lazily 
caressed each other, they watched the stars and counted 
the satellites as they passed across the Tahitian sky. 
They could not recall a time when they were more in 
love. 

This was, after all, Tahiti... the land for a new 
beginning... for a journey back... to the best times of 
their lives.

END

If you enjoyed this little foray into fantasy and would 
like to comment or see more such stories please contact 
the author via e-mail at: rickr@jumpnet.com

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
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