We went back to the room and showered—separately—because together it would be a long wait for the afternoon to pass. Our destination was close; walk outside, have a small lunch and an aperitif at the Tipsy Tuna. We rinsed off the salt and dressed; a brief kissing and groping session almost led to aborting the visit to our next-door bar.

Laura put on a light blue sundress, and I chose blue pastel shorts and a dark blue T-shirt. Once we were dressed and cleaned up, we stepped outside and made the ten-meter trek next door to the Tipsy Tuna. The afternoon sun was now a hot reminder of tropical heat. Opting to sit at the bar, we perused the cocktail menu. Laura was a bit conservative, requesting a Piña Colada, whereas I was a bit more daring, ordering a Naked Turtle (Naked Turtle Rum, blackberry brandy, banana liqueur, orange juice, pineapple juice, grenadine, and a Captain Morgan floater). Captain Morgan isn’t a high-end rum, but the Naked Turtle seemed to be interesting. We ordered from the barman and continued to examine the menu for food.

The jalapeno poppers were a good starter. Laura wanted the chicken tacos, and I decided to try the fish tacos. We were waiting for a while as the bar had a substantial number of people at this afternoon hour. Sitting on the beach in such heat was not for everyone and not for many. The bar was comfortable, and the fans and sea air made the heat tolerable.

The drinks and the poppers arrived, and we toasted our first day and first cocktails in Belize. The Naked Turtle was original and tasty, and I wanted to try it again. The Piña Colada was refreshing with a real tropical tinge.

“Okay, so what do we do once we finish lunch?” Laura queried.

“It’s later in the day, so we can’t do what I thought would be nice,” I replied.

“Oh, Tom. That would be nice to do again,” Laura responded.

“Okay, I agree, but I was thinking about going to a chocolate farm and factory,” I answered.

“Mmm…I love chocolate,” Laura purred.

“Calm down, Laura, the factory should be educational and tasty,” I offered.

“Okay, that sounds like fun. When can we go?”

“Too late for today. Let’s go tomorrow.”

Just as we finished that brief discussion, our tacos arrived. The food was welcomed because we had not eaten since swimming. They looked delicious, and we attacked voraciously. The appearance was not deceiving. The conversation was suspended during our assaults on the plates. After the disappearance of the tacos, we relaxed and decided that we would look at the availability of desserts.

We decided that the key lime pie was like a local dish. Our choice was vindicated by the fresh lime taste. Ordering espressos capped our later lunch.

We were still jet-lagged; at least I was from the overseas trip. I needed to rest at least for a little while. The beach in front of the hotel was inviting with the chaise longue and some shade underneath the palm trees. Despite the coffee, I was a little tired. Laura was much less affected by the two-hour time difference.

I pulled up and sat in the chaise longue while Laura decided to go for a short swim. I watched her ass bob as she sauntered into the water with the waves lapping at the beach, just a couple of meters from my position. The blue-green water swallowed her up to her head as a nap started to consume me.

My sense of time was lost with the traveling and what we had done that first day. My mind was drifting. We had become close electronically with an understanding about our bodies and thoughts that we had hidden from our spouses, at least to some extent. The wandering psychologically led me to sleep profoundly.

Instead of analyzing my actions, I was in the midst of an erotic dream. My reverie had not yet broken when my eyes slowly opened, and I realized that it was a dream anchored in reality. Laura was kissing my abdomen, kneeling next to me in the sand. Her dark hair was a little wet, but she had slipped a hand up the leg of my loosely fitting shorts and was caressing my cock and massaging my balls. She had cradled my balls with her palm and worked her fingers on the shaft.

We were very close to the Tipsy Tuna but somewhat shielded by the palm trees. In the late afternoon, almost twilight, many people were getting ready for the pre-dinner collation. The sundowners or aperitifers were at the bar, and the music was going hard. And I was going hard in my shorts.

My shorts had an elastic waistband, and Laura was proceeding with a pincer movement, attacking from both directions. She looked into my eyes with her emerald gems that screamed desire. Her soft hand in my shorts had me starting to produce precum, and Laura’s moans had me preparing for whatever she wanted. I was unconsciously groaning as she continued. Her fingers rubbed my head, taking my precum, and my cock was coated with the liquid.

“Give it to me, Tom. You know I want it,” Laura pouted as she pushed my shorts down and sucked just below my waist.

“All yours, Laura,” I managed to say, feeling my cock so hard in her hand.

“You don’t have to tell me; I know that you can’t resist,” she taunted me with a little laugh at the end.

Signaling her possession, she moved my shorts down my legs. Her tongue swirled around my cockhead, wetting it with her saliva. Her soft, low-frequency moans had my cock leaking precum. Taking her mouth, she sucked hard on the head while her tongue flicked my frenulum. Following what seemed like a heavenly long time, she pulled her mouth off with a ‘pop’. Her careful attention had me ready for whatever she had planned.

“I want to ride you, right here and now,” she said, looking into my eyes.

“The bar is full of people; shouldn’t we go inside?” I replied.

“I want to be full of you, and to hell with the people in the bar,” Laura stated emphatically.

Resistance was not going to come from me. Laura took off her shorts and panties and climbed over me. My rod was anticipating the warm wetness that was going to surround it. Laura bent over me and kissed me deeply. My hardness was between her slits, and she was coating me with her juice. Her mouth was hungry, and she offered me her tongue to suck, and we continued for a few minutes until she broke off and whispered into my ear.

“I can’t wait any longer; feed me your shaft!”

A deft hand took my cock and directed me into her love tunnel. Her hand moved my shaft around her folds that picked up her lubricating sauce. The feeling of insertion was always marvelous, but being outside in the humid air towards the end of the day was an added plus. The bar at the time of the end of the day aperitif had me a little concerned, but Laura’s desire and tank top covered what we were doing.

At least until Laura decided that she was going to sit up. We were covered by the palm tree, but she sat up with my hard flesh inside her, and our activity was obvious. One of her hands reached around to cup my balls as the other steadied herself on my chest. I put my hands up her tank top, and her nipples greeted me with their hardness. She raised up and then fell down onto my cock with regularity.

“So hard, Tom. I have dreamt of this,” she said between heavy breaths.

Rubbing her hardened clit, I wanted her to gush again for me. Her muscles clenched my shaft with every stab, while all I could hope for was her squirt to cover me. Laura squirmed on and rotated on me. She had me in her grasp, and I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.

As she leaned down, her pearl was brushing against me.

“Okay, Tom, give me your cream. I want you to fill me up again,” she whispered into my ear before her mouth met mine, with our electricity animating our bodies without concern for location.

The sloshing sound from our coupling, mixed with the sea slapping at the sand, and the sensation of our tongues as I held one of her breasts, were all that mattered. My other hand pressed her back, massaging her, and then lowered it to her ass. Grabbing her butt with my hand, I could control her motion, but only a little. Laura wanted it fast, hard, and deep. Our moans were feedback that heightened our energy.

Her body began to shake and shiver as it started to yield to all the stimulation. I moved a finger and poked it into her pucker. Laura jolted and bucked on me as she yielded and released a waterfall on me. Her mouth told me her satisfaction, but she broke our kiss to implore me to join her.

“Now, I want to feel your man milk in me.”

“Fuck, Laura! Take all my cum.”

Her pleading was all that it took. My cock twitched and jerked, signaling the start of a series of ejaculations. She felt the start, and her mouth clamped onto mine. She shook uncontrollably and flooded me again.

“I love to feel a man cum in me. It tells me that he is with me completely.”

“And I love to have a woman cover me with her joy.”

The sunset was not visible from Placentia, but it was sunset by the time we stopped. The lights were on at the Tipsy Tuna. The darkness was taking over the area.

My rod softened as we kissed and smiled at each other with the knowledge that we had just pleased each other. We had made a soggy mess on the chaise longue outside, and a need to move somewhere and clean up. The water was only two meters away, and Laura lifted herself off of me, slipping between my legs, and tasted what we had done.

Laura and I could feel our wetness slipping out of her. She was resting her head between my head and shoulder.

"It is so erotic to feel your semen leaking out of me around your cock and down your balls," she told me.

“Mmm, join me for a twilight swim, Tom?”

She was irresistible when she was like this. All the exchanges over the years, and the reality was not very different, except that the touch lit up all the sensations. Laura in real life was just as I had imagined.

We discreetly entered the water while Laura held my manhood and bent over to savor our cocktail before we were in deeper water. Turning towards each other, we locked our bodies and kissed as she let me taste us. The early evening at the sea, embracing and offering our emotions to each other.

“This time is magic, and after five years, I never thought we would meet,” Laura intimated.

“We still have almost a week and the rest of the evening,” I answered.

“Yes, but then it ends,” she said.

“Not necessarily. We need to discuss that more, but maybe we should go to dinner tonight and talk afterwards. Or maybe do some talking mixed with other things,” I answered.

“I just want to hold this moment in the water with you,” she stated.

We kissed and fondled each other in the early evening with stars lighting the sky. The first day was still not over, so who knows what the rest of the week will bring. The lights from the bar reflected on the water as we made our way to shore to continue our adventure.