SandSinandTequila

by Bebe Balocca

  “No way, woman,” Ram informed her. He pulled the white crocheted triangles from her hands and placed the scraps of fabric on the side table between them. “Let me have the pleasure of seeing those beauties out in the open, okay? I promise, they’re even hotter than Yasmin’s. You owe it to the world.”

  “Well, when you put it that way,” Arden said, “and seeing as tomorrow’s your birthday and all…” She stood bare-chested and brazen in the afternoon sun and discreetly tugged the crocheted bikini bottom out of the crack of her rear. The soles of her feet sank into the sugary white sand next to Ram’s lounge chair. Arden shifted to find her balance. She felt like a wild, uninhibited woman of the world, regardless of the fact that tomorrow she’d go back to being a regular old dental hygienist in Nashville. The ocean breeze lapped at her exposed breasts. Tiny bits of sand scoured her skin and she felt the traces of grit skittle across her sensitive nipples. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Brunhilde, Hedwig and Magda glance over at her and gawk. Well, let them, she thought defiantly. Turning to Ram, she threw her shoulders back to give him an eyeful.

  Ram stared at his blushing bride. Arden smiled, he looked as though he were guzzling down the sight of her nearly nude body like a frozen piña colada. Although her body was almost entirely a rich shade of milk chocolate, thanks to a week of broiling beneath the Caribbean sun, the curve of each rounded breast had a small, creamy triangle of untanned skin.

  “You look absolutely delicious, Arden,” Ram declared. He stood and plucked the fabric of his swim trunks away from his jutting cock. “I wonder if your breasts taste like coconut or strawberries. I think I’ll have to find out.” Arden blushed beneath her tan and started to cover her chest, but instead grinned mischievously and placed her hands on her hips.

  If the French, can do it, she thought defiantly, so can I.

  Copying the style of the Europeans, Ram had purchased a stretchy shorts-style suit when they’d arrived at the beach. It hugged his slim hips and flat belly perfectly, but it did nothing now to hide his arousal. He took Arden’s hand and walked with her toward the water. The sun was starting to ease toward the horizon and the shadows were lengthening. Arden looked over her shoulder at the resort. Aventura’s guest rooms were past a row of white canvas-tented beach beds, the serpentine pool with its always-busy swim-up bar and the sparkling fountain.

  And somewhere in one of those luxuriant guest rooms, Maria, Yasmin and Gabriel were having the time of their lives. Arden wondered if Gabriel was watching Maria and Yasmin together, or if the three of them were touching and tasting each other simultaneously. Maybe they’d decided to hop into their en suite hot tub and were letting the bubbles cleanse away the sand and salt before they began to play in earnest. Arden imagined Yasmin’s heavy breasts floating in the frothy water of the hot tub. A pang of jealously shot through her.

  The blue-green ocean felt like bathwater on her feet. Her heels slid into the fine white sand and left small divots as she walked. She and Ramsay strode slowly into the waves. Because of the gentle incline of the ocean floor, the water was shallow for a long stretch as they entered the ocean.

  “Do you think we’ll really find a woman to play with?” Arden asked him. The water lapped against her knees as she spoke. “It’s our last night before we go home, and our cab’s coming for us at five in the morning. I’m afraid we won’t, honey.”

  “We could always hire someone, I guess,” Ram mused. “I bet the concierge could help me. Surely there are women we could call. Do you think I should go ask about it?”

  “No, I don’t want to do that,” Arden shook her head vehemently. “I’d be afraid of diseases, not to mention getting robbed blind in our hotel room. And I don’t even want to think about going to a Mexican jail for soliciting a prostitute.” She shuddered. “I don’t want to do anything illegal, okay?”

  “Well, we’ll just have to see what we can do. It won’t be the end of the world if we can’t find a playmate this time around,” Ram assured her. “Although I’m still optimistic, Arden. Somehow I think it’s going to work out.” The water came up to Arden’s upper thighs and splashed through her bikini bottom against her aching pussy, cooling and tantalizing her sensitive lips. Ram squeezed her hand in his. “And in case you’re wondering, Arden, I’m going to fuck you right here in the water. Watching those three Brazilians at play has made that essential. You’re just going to have to put up with it.” He cupped her ass in his hands and squeezed. Nearby, Brunhilde, Hedwig and Magda entered the water, each bearing an inflatable raft. They mounted their floats and then held hands to keep from separating in the rolling surf. Ram veered away from the flotilla of middle-aged women and strode deeper into the water.

  Waves splashed up on Arden’s chest, causing her tightly pursed nipples to grow even harder.

  “I think this is deep enough,” Ram stated. “Ready, wife?” he asked with a naughty grin. He grabbed Arden’s waist firmly and pulled her to him. His erection poked into her belly.

  Arden glanced around. The shadows stretched over the sand. Most of the beachgoers were packing up and heading back into the resort if they hadn’t already made their way there. A few people still strolled on the coastline, but she and Ram were far enough into the ocean that she couldn’t make out their faces. The German fleet had drifted far away, still holding hands as they bobbed in the waves.

  She nodded.

  Arden shrieked when Ram yanked her bikini bottom down off her hips, splashing and flailing to remain above water as Ram freed the bikini from her kicking feet. He grinned devilishly as he wrapped the bottom around his wrist twice like a stretchy spandex bracelet. “You won’t be needing this for a while,” he informed her.

  Arden dropped her hands between her legs to cover herself, but realized immediately that no one could see her nakedness in the ocean water. She spread her legs and the currents stroked her bare pussy. The water felt divinely silky on her smoothly waxed lips. Waves lapped at her skin like curious hands.

  Ram gripped her waist in one hand and reached between her legs with the other. “Are you wet enough?” he asked thickly. He pushed his finger inside her roughly. Arden clenched her muscles around his finger and nodded. “Are you sure?” he asked, sliding his finger a bit deeper.

  “Ohhhh, yeah, Ram,” Arden groaned. She lifted one leg around his waist and pushed her tongue inside his mouth. Ram finger-fucked her slowly, adding a second finger for a tighter fit. Arden wrapped her legs around his waist and bucked her hips against his hand. The thickness of his cock bobbed against the crack of her ass. “Go deeper, will you?”

  Ram grunted and shoved his fingers into her as hard as he could.

  Arden gasped in mingled pain, pleasure and amusement. She bit his lower lip and tugged, writhing against his aggressively plunging fingers. “I meant deeper in the water,” she amended with a chuckle. “Although deeper in me is great too.”

  Ram walked farther into the turquoise ocean, holding Arden’s waist firmly against his and keeping his fingers shoved between her legs. The strong, slow currents pushed against his strides, but he moved steadily and determinedly. Each step caused his tightly wedged fingers to jolt and work their way a tiny bit deeper inside. Arden nodded when the water almost reached her shoulders. “You can stop now, Ram.” She bucked against his hand and whispered, “I thought you were going to fuck me, babe. Aren’t you ready to put it inside?”

  Ram held her about the waist with two steady hands. The waves pulled at her unmoored body, making it sway in the slow, powerful surge. Arden reached down and found his cock. Sliding it against the opening of her pussy, she lowered her lips to his mouth and tasted salt and sweat. She nudged the tip of his shaft inside her as she slipped her tongue between his lips. Ram groaned and lowered his hands to support her bottom.

  The ocean water had washed away Arden’s juices, so Ram’s entrance was heightened by a delectable friction. Although she was incredibly aroused, the saltwater made her entrance tight and almost impenetrable. Arden thr
ust against him and a few more millimeters of his cock slid between her lips. Ramsay grunted with impatience and bit her lower lip. She pushed hard and forced her way a bit farther down onto his shaft. Ram squeezed her ass in encouragement.

  For long moments they were at a standoff in the blue waters of the Caribbean, the tip of his cock wedged just inside her entrance. The tight fit and lack of lubrication prevented him from going any deeper.

  Arden wondered if that was going to be it for their ocean interlude. “I don’t know, Ram,” she murmured, “we might have to save it for dry land.”

  “I’m not ready to stop trying, Arden,” Ramsay whispered, “so don’t you give up either. I know there’s room for me in there.” He lifted her a few inches and the taut, stretched feeling between her legs eased a bit. Her breasts rose above the water and he found one salty tip with his tongue. Arden gripped his shoulders, thick and muscular from countless early morning visits to the health club. Tingling goose bumps spread across her body as he pulled her breast into his mouth. He tugged hard, scouring her flesh with his bristly five o’clock shadow. The luscious heat of his mouth on her skin felt scorching compared to the lukewarm seawater on the rest of her body.

  The wet pull of his mouth combined with the thickness of his cock worked their magic. Arden’s juices flowed once more, and suddenly Ram’s cock tip was amply lubricated from within. “I can feel it, babe,” Ram smiled. “I can feel your body respond. That’s so good, Arden.” He sucked hard on her breast and Arden melted into his mouth. She opened her eyes briefly to watch the glow of the setting sun glint on the waves.

  I’m in paradise, she thought. Total fucking paradise. Arden pushed down on his shaft with a triumphant thrust and the suction from his lips grew soft on her breast.

  “Oh, Arden,” he murmured, kissing a soft path from the swollen tip of her nipple up to her neck. “The ocean water is so cool against my cock, and then pushing it into you, all hot and wet and willing…” He bucked his hips against hers, pushing hard and refraining from withdrawing completely. Arden held on to his shoulders, wrapped her legs around him more tightly, and moved against him in the water, squeezing and pulsing her pussy walls against his cock.

  Ram closed his eyes, he seemed an entire world away. She squeezed his biceps and watched her slender fingers slide over his tanned, oiled skin. At the shore, the German trio was collecting their belongings. One of them—Magda, she thought—shielded her eyes with one hand and looked out at the water toward them. Back at home, Arden would have been scandalized, and Ramsay would have worried that his work reputation might be damaged. This was their vacation though, and no one knew them here. Anything was possible, anything was permissible and it all felt like decadent perfection.

  Unseen creatures bumped and nibbled her feet. Arden peeked beneath the surface of the waves for the culprits. Under her in the water, Arden saw the glint of small silver fish swimming in a school. They darted as one in a zigzag and then disappeared into the clear turquoise water. Her body felt nearly weightless in the warm saltwater. She clenched the muscles of her sheath in a slow, steady rhythm. Overhead, seagulls swooped against an impossibly blue sky.

  “Aw, babe,” Ram whispered, “I’m gonna come. Is that all right?” He thrust faster and his cock grew thicker and harder.

  “Yeah, Ram,” she answered. “I want you to pump it in me, out here in the ocean.” She ground against him and water splashed her chin. Her breasts floated, caressed by the buoyant water. “I want you to shoot it so far into me that it runs out of my body when we’re walking on the sand. I want to feel it on my thighs, all hot and sticky.”

  “Damn, girl,” Ramsay muttered and flicked his tongue between her lips. “You know I love that filthy mouth of yours.” He squeezed his eyes shut and pistoned his hips against her faster. The water, agitated by Ram’s vigorous motion, sloshed noisily around their shoulders. Arden lowered her lips to the side of his face and swirled her tongue around the pink shell of his ear. Ram’s back and shoulders stiffened. Arden pushed the wet tip of her tongue into his ear, mimicking the fierce fucking he was giving her. Ram’s cock quivered as he thrust, and Arden wrapped her legs around him even tighter to urge him on.

  She sucked his earlobe between her teeth and bit softly. Ram shouted out as he came. His semen shot into her, hot and thick, coating her inner walls with its sweetness. Arden ground her hips against him, milking every bit of come from his trembling shaft.

  When he calmed and opened his eyes, Ram kissed her softly. His softening erection slid out of her and Arden again felt the cool kiss of the seawater on her swollen lower lips. “You didn’t get anywhere close to orgasm, did you?” he asked quietly. “Do you want me to use my fingers on you here in the water, Arden?”

  “Let’s go back to our chairs,” Arden answered. “I’ll get off this evening, hopefully more than once, but I think I want to get dried off and have a drink first. Besides, it’s getting dark, and you know that’s when the sharks go hunting. I’d love for you to taste me later, but I’m not up for getting eaten by a killer fish.” She lifted his hand and slid her tongue between his knuckles. “Doing it in the ocean was fabulous, Ram. We should have made that a priority on the other days we were here.”

  Chapter Three

  They began the long walk back toward the resort hand in hand. The waves near the shore had grown stronger, and Ramsay held Arden upright on the shifting sands. “Well, if she doesn’t magically appear tonight, we’ll just have to find our mystery girl when your parents send us back next year,” Ram assured her. “It’s so great that they gave us this vacation for my birthday, even if it’s proving a little difficult to find a playmate for you here.” He raised her open palm to his mouth and kissed it gallantly.

  Twilight had fallen on the resort and all of the lounge chairs were empty. White string lights swathed the palm trees. The mellow sounds of the resort’s jazz band wafted from the courtyard, and Arden knew that a delectable meal awaited all of the guests. Watermelons carved with bas-relief images of fish and dancing women decorated the buffet tables, and fresh flowers and candles accented every table. The grounds were immaculate and dedicated to comfort and decadence. Aventura was like a tropical Disneyworld, too beautiful to be true. Arden’s feet slapped against the shallow water and carried her back toward their chairs.

  The water level was barely at Arden’s ankles before she realized that she was entirely nude. She paused and reached for her bikini bottom, still wrapped around Ramsay’s wrist. As she stretched across his body to tug her bikini free, a trickle of warm seawater ran down her inner thighs. Arden gave Ram a playful slap on the ass. “Mmm,” she said lasciviously, “there it goes, Ram, all down my legs, just how I wanted it.” Arden rotated her hips and rubbed her legs together as the warm fluid trickled from her.

  “Look at you, babe,” Ramsay said appreciatively, “all naked and writhing in front of everyone on the beach. That’s the kind of thing a man dreams of, Arden.”

  “Well, there’s nobody to see me,” Arden retorted. “They’ve all gone to dinner.” She squatted in the lapping waves to wash the sticky stuff from her skin.

  “Here, let me,” Ram offered. He dropped to his knees before her and gently rinsed her inner thighs clean. Cupping some saltwater in his hands, he splashed a handful onto her skin and rubbed gently. Her swollen lips clenched at his touch and she bucked her hips reflexively. “All clean?” he asked innocently, tugging at the ruffled edge of her labia.

  Arden stole a look toward the resort and saw no observers. She pursed her lips. “All but this dirty mind of mine,” she answered huskily and widened her knees. She opened her legs to him and rested one hand on each of her bent knees.

  “Is that so?” Ram slid a finger to her entrance and then pushed it deep within. The friction was less intense than in the water, but the dry skin of his finger tugged at her delicate tissue.

  Arden groaned, squeezing her muscles around him as he began to withdraw. She caught his wrist before he pulled his ha
nd away and pushed his finger back inside. She slid one hand around his neck and pulled him close to her for a slow, soft kiss.

  “I’m gonna watch you come so hard tonight,” Ramsay promised. “Just you wait, Arden. I want to hear you scream.”

  With her grip on his wrist, Arden moved his finger in and out of her sheath and nodded. “That sounds good, babe. Let’s plan on it.”

  Ram held her upright while she stood on one foot and then the other to put her bikini bottom back on. They went back to their set of lounge chairs and settled back to watch the waves roll in. Saturated with sun and water, she felt as blissfully limp as if she’d had three margaritas and a deep tissue massage.

  A golden path spread out over the calm waters from the sinking sun. It looked like a yellow carpet unrolled over a bronze sea. The twilight air was slightly cool, but Arden hated to put her bikini top back on now that she was accustomed to being rid of it. The gentle breeze felt delicious on her bare breasts, and, after all, Ram was so grateful for the view. When she glanced at him, his eyes were fixed on her chest. He reached over the side of his chair and stroked one pebbled breast softly, rubbing its puckered tip. Arden closed her eyes and drank in the lush ocean fragrance, balmy air and her husband’s tender touch.

  “I guess we should shower soon and go to dinner,” Ram suggested. “I think that it’s Mexican night at the buffet, which will be authentic and tasty, I’m sure. Or we could go to the Thai-themed restaurant again. That red shrimp curry was fabulous, remember? I’m not all that hungry, but we should probably eat something. You know, in case we need our strength later.” Arden smiled then at the wet warmth of his lips on her breast and his dampened locks of hair on her chest. He swirled his tongue over her nipple, humming softly, and her pussy thrummed in response.

  “Let’s finish the drinks that Jorge brought first,” Arden answered. “I’d like to wait until the sun is gone since it’s our last night at Aventura. Besides, I don’t want to put clothes on just yet. I think I could get used to going topless.” She and Ram leaned back in their chairs and sipped their melting mojitos. Arden crunched an ice cube and stared out at the copper-tinted waves.