The morning was upon them, but still relatively early. I was up and started with a hug and kiss for Laura. She smiled and returned the kiss with a smile and rocking a little. I turned to Rachel and offered the same greeting with a similar response. Rachel cradled my cock and gently rubbed his balls.
“Good morning, Tom. Someone is glad to see us,” Rachel declared.
“Yes, last night was so fantastic that it gave me love muscle memory,” Tom joked.
“Well, that is just fine and I would love to see how far that memory can take you, but we need to get up and get moving for our day,” Rachel said.
“Rach, you just ruined my wakeup plans,” Laura interjected, ”I wanted a cream filling before coffee.”
“Come on, we need to meet someone at the port this morning and you need to pack your bags,” Rachel said.
“What the hell is that!” both Laura and I questioned simultaneously.
“We have the room for almost two more weeks,” Laura continued.
“I’ll explain later; just humor me, and you will understand later today,” Rachel assured her.
The dialog stopped and Laura got up and went to the bathroom to relieve her bladder of its contents. Meanwhile, Rachel and I played with each other and their fondling and kissing threatened to become a long morning session.
The toilet flushed and Laura made an appearance.
“Hey, Rachel and Tom, you are going to be glued to the bed if you don’t start the process of getting ready,” Laura reproached Rachel and me.
“You’re right, Laura,” Rachel agreed while pulling in Laura for a wake-up kiss.
“Would love to continue, and we can later, but now we need to get ready if we are going out on the water,” Rachel hinted for the first time at our destination.
Rachel rolled up and sat up with her breasts jiggling as she rose so quickly. She vanished into the bathroom and took her morning leak. Not returning to the room, Rachel started the shower and washed to completely wake up.
While Rachel showered, I kissed Laura again and sat up with my morning wood pointing to the ceiling. I needed to calm down before relieving myself in the morning. Laura watched his erection bob as I headed for the bathroom.
Rachel was still in the shower as I walked in and looked at my rod with the poor erection still looking for a solution. She laughed and started rubbing herself to tease him, but she loved seeing a man erect before her. I looked away and slowly my erection ebbed.
“Oh damn! I just hate to see a good hardon go to waste,” Rachel said, laughing.
“I just needed to pee, Rachel,” I answered.
“There will be time later, Tom, and I don’t want to have any excuses,” Rachel dictated.
“Okay, you two. What are you doing in there, and you better not do it without me,” Laura complained.
“Don’t worry, Laura, your boyfriend has a deflation issue, and it is not anything economic,” Rachel answered.
I exited the bathroom after washing my hands, and Rachel came out to Laura, looking at me disapprovingly. Her mood improved when she realized that nothing had happened except my urination.
“You’re next, Laura,” I said.
Laura stepped into the empty bathroom and began her shower.
Rachel had another change of clothes and a swimsuit. She put on the bathing suit. A two-piece suit that had a string bottom that required trimming to not view a forest. The material was a sexy leopard motif, and the top covered her areolas, but not a lot more. She slipped on a dress that was used to cover up after a day at the beach. She was stunning and knew it. I complimented her on the suit and the dress. She responded that I could show her later how much I liked it.
Laura trundled out of the bathroom, and Rachel told her to dress for swimming and a day in the sun. Taking her suit out of the suitcase, she slipped it on as her nipples poked through. It was a black suit that had a couple of cutouts that made it sexier. Rachel couldn’t help herself from stepping over to fondle a breast from behind as she held Laura’s waist. Laura duplicated the style of Rachel’s lightweight dress.
“Get your ass into the shower, you sorry excuse for a stud,” Rachel joked.
Taking the hint, I showered, brushed my teeth, and shaved before proceeding into the shower. I washed quickly and exited the bathroom, greeted by Rachel and Laura kissing.
“If you would like me to give you some privacy, I could get breakfast and come back,” I proposed.
“No way would we let you out of our sight. You are our man,” Rachel emphasized.
“So, what are we doing, Rachel?” I asked.
“Not much time to make our rendezvous at nine,” Rachel stated.
“Let’s get coffee and maybe some light tortillas to go. It is already quarter to nine,” Rachel continued.
We hurried out the door to go. I had asked Rachel if we needed anything, and all she said was sunscreen or something to protect us from the sun. I grabbed a shirt I could use for swimming, and Laura took the sunscreen.
The Cozy Corner was busy, but Rachel knew people there and requested coffee and the omelets arranged as breakfast burritos. It was quick; I paid for the food, and we left hastily. Rachel had ordered two burritos, and I thought she had an appetite.
Arriving at the port, Rachel directed us to a young, handsome man with skin that was café au lait color, close-cropped hair, and a big smile at seeing Rachel approaching.
“Hello, James. You look ready to eat my favorite breakfast,” Rachel greeted.
She planted a passionate kiss on James, and I wondered if we were going to have something going on in the small port. Rachel handed him his breakfast burrito, Belize-style.
“I would like you to meet Laura and Tom. These are my new friends who will be going out to sea with us,” Rachel told us finally.
We shook hands and let him know that we were glad to meet him. We said that Rachel had told us about him.
“Rachel, sorry, but I am going to be delayed doing that thing that you asked me to do. You can all go out, and I will join you when I’m finished. You are going straight out to the small island, and I can join you there,” James said.
“Damn, James, I wanted to go out with you in the boat,” Rachel protested.
“I will not be too long, but you should get started before the sun is too high,” James urged.
When Rachel said "boat," we thought that she meant a cruiser or something like that, but it was a small 3–4-meter boat, almost like a lifeboat but narrower. We ate and drank our coffee as James loaded a cooler onto the boat.
“Rachel is an outstanding captain and knows where to go. Here are some snacks and a lunch for everyone,” James stated.
“I’ll join you as soon as I arrange things for Rachel. Have a great time and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he joked.
After he had loaded the boat, gave Rachel a kiss that would have made her wet, bade us goodbye, and left the port.
Rachel helped Laura and me into the boat that didn’t seem like it was big enough to go far from land. Verifying the gasoline, the presence of life vests for everyone, and oars, Rachel pronounced that we were ready to shove off. She pushed the boat away from the ramp where the boat was resting, jumped lithely into the boat, and started the motor as we drifted away from the shore.
We headed out and passed through the channel separating the mainland from the island that housed a luxury resort and other housing. Taking a starboard turn (right), we headed out to the open sea. We assumed that our destination would be close, not more than a kilometer or two away. However, we looked out ahead and noticed that there were a couple of small islands but nothing that significant.
Our intrepid captain continued and headed further out. Rachel explained that our destination was maybe ten to twenty kilometers out. That left us a little dumbfounded because we were in such a small boat.
“Don’t worry about the distance. James comes out here almost every day, and it’s fine,” Rachel stated.
“Okay, Captain. Even if we wanted to mutiny, we wouldn’t know what to do,” I responded.
As we left the nearby islands behind and saw mainly a few isolated islands, we decided not to worry because Rachel seemed confident.
After almost an hour of voyage, we were approaching a small "island." Its status as an island was precarious. It was a bit of land, less than fifty and maybe more like twenty meters long by four meters wide. There were three palm trees and a table on the island, meaning someone brought a table all this way out to the middle of nowhere. It was the kind of island you saw in cartoons where a person was marooned.
“Please don’t leave us here, Rachel. We will do anything that you want,” I said, laughing.
“Relax, Tom, if I wanted you to do something, last night told me that I wouldn’t have to use extreme means,” Rachel chimed in with a wink as she lowered her sunglasses.
The small island was very romantic. Out in the middle of the sea with only a few small similar pieces of land nearby. We brought the boat ashore and secured it to one of the palm trees. The ice chest that James had added was opened, and Rachel offered us a fresh fruit drink.
“How about some fresh passion fruit?” Rachel asked.
We agreed and sat on the bench of the table. Walking around the island was almost like tightrope walking. The sea was a beautiful color, and once we had finished our drinks, we were ready to go for a swim. I pulled out my bathing suit and was getting ready to change when Rachel reproached me.
“Put that nasty thing away, Tom. There isn’t a soul around here, and Laura and I have seen and tasted everything you have,” she said, tugging on my shorts and exposing me to nature.
Both women joined me with the fresh sea air and a slight breeze on our bodies. We were ready to go snorkeling, and I thought maybe doing some other type of diving also.
Going into the water, the colors and the life around the island came alive. The floor of the sea was not that deep, with numerous small fish in the vicinity darting to and fro. I pointed out a ray that turned out to be a leopard ray. We were amazed at the activity that was just before us. A large sea turtle came into view, munching on some of the flora in the area. Lumbering gracefully around the bottom, he was completely oblivious to us looking at him on the surface. We were in a giant aquarium with so much to see, and the colors were beautiful.
Regaining the shore was a little more difficult than entering the water, but we managed without too much difficulty. We set towels on the wooden benches to prevent ass splinters. The time had passed, and communing with the sea had raised a little sexual tension while watching Laura and Rachel swim with their breasts undulating gracefully as they were swimming. I was sitting next to Laura, and Rachel was on the other side of the aging table.
My arm was around Laura, and I needed to kiss her. Turning toward her, our mouths shared our tongues, and she moaned in a way that said she felt the same way.
Rachel went around the table, placing her arm around my head; she moved my head to her breast, and I could feel her breathing hard. From the response, we all had the same idea to christen this idyllic island.
Dropping down, Rachel kissed me, taking my head in her hands. One hand moved to my crotch, beginning to milk my organ. Laura watched as Rachel slid down, grazing my sides with her hands and targeting my cock with her hand. Her mouth followed, sucking on the head as Laura kissed me, her hand cradling my face and the other playing with one of my nipples.
I held Rachel’s head gently as she took me deep into her mouth. My rod twitched as she moaned with low-frequency vibrations. The kisses from Laura and her tongue were going to put me into an involuntary climax when Rachel stood up to fondle my saliva-covered shaft.
“Girl time, Tom,” Rachel said.
Rachel spread her towel across the tabletop and lay back on it, bending her knees and planting her feet flat against the wood. She motioned with her finger.
“Hungry, Tom? I’m tense. Get over and ease my stress and your hunger,” Rachel solicited.
“Laura, up here and sit on my face, honey,” Rachel commanded.
Laura knelt over Rachel’s head, facing me, lowering slowly toward her lips. Rachel decided that was not fast enough and placed her arms around Laura’s legs, drawing her down onto her face. Rachel’s tongue lashed at Laura’s labia, finding her clit, eliciting a haunting cooing sound followed by several 'Ohs.' Laura responded to Rachel, and Rachel was squirming.
As Rachel ministered to Laura, I was moving to have Rachel respond to my oral attentions. I moved relatively rapidly because Rachel was not at the beginning of the climb to orgasm but in the middle. Her moans into Laura and her body movement told me that she was close to a release.
The whole scene was invigorating. We were on a small piece of land in the middle of the sea with a trio of palm trees on the island and the undersea life just below us. The gentle breeze cooled us slightly in the late morning sun. Both women were now unchained, and their sounds punctuated the calm.
“Rachel, fuck, I love your tongue. Suck my pearl,” Laura directed.
Rachel followed, grabbing Laura’s ass and sticking a finger into Laura as her tongue licked her love button and mouth sucked to bring her to release.
“Your finger is heaven, Rachel,” Laura groaned, rotating on Rachel’s face.
I continued my part, as my companions had me worried we would break the table with all the movement. My tongue licked and sucked at Rachel’s pussy. Bringing fingers to her love tunnel, I inserted two fingers while pumping with a steady in-and-out motion to Rachel's G-spot. Her body language told me that I was on the right track.
Both women were at a stage just before cumming. Their movements were rapid and almost involuntary.
Taking my pinky finger wet with Rachel’s juice and my saliva, I inserted it into her star pucker as I fingered and sucked on her clit with my tongue flicking. That broke the logjam.
Rachel fired first. Her ass lifted, arching her body in the initial stage. The torrent came next. My mouth clamped over her cunt, accepting as much of her cum as possible from her eruption. I greedily took her cyprine, swallowing as much as possible.
My eyes were closed, savoring the sauce, until Rachel’s involuntary shivers stopped and her groans were more measured.
Looking up Rachel’s torso, I saw Laura rocking back and forth with Rachel’s tongue licking at Laura’s love button. Just a few seconds and then Laura’s loins lifted off Rachel’s face, and a stream of cum flowed from her and then another. The waterfall emanating from Laura arrived at my face, and I tasted both women.
“Fuck, Rachel. That was so good,” Laura exclaimed.
Laura got up off the table and pulled me away from Rachel’s pussy. She moved Rachel sideways. Bending over the table, placing her torso on the spread towel, Laura spread her legs and offered herself.
“Okay, Tom, fuck my cunt,” Laura ordered.
I was hard from stroking my cock after Rachel came. I rubbed my shaft on Laura’s slit, slippery from her cum and Rachel’s oral action. Laura moved back and forth as I was careful not to touch her clit, probably still sensitive. But Laura expressed what she wanted.
“Stick it in! Don’t tease. I need it,” Laura begged.
I slid back, found Laura’s introitus, and the head of my cock poked into her love tunnel slowly. It was wet and tight, and I eased my shaft into her pussy. But Laura thrust back, forcing my full length into her.
Meanwhile, Rachel came around behind me and was feeling my chest and sucking on my ears. She was meandering down my back and felt my balls as she descended. Biting my ass sensually, I could feel her playing with both of my ass cheeks. I was surprised as she darted her tongue into my ass, and I lunged forward into Laura.
“Again, love that! Stuff it deep,” Laura counseled.
Rachel moved underneath and started sucking on my balls. It was so hot that I could feel myself ready to cum. Surprisingly, Laura was enough off the table that Rachel could lick her pussy also, and she did.
Rachel was licking and sucking both of us, and we were not going to hold out for very long.
“You both taste so good,” Rachel managed.
“Cum for me hard,” Rachel supplicated.
In less than a minute, both Laura and I reached the peak. My cock was twitching as the cum rose. Laura was reclaiming my semen.
“Fill me with man seed, Tom, now,” Laura moaned.
I could feel her quiver with her release, and I couldn’t hold any longer.
Rachel moved down a little as I felt Laura’s cum spurt as Rachel tried to catch it.
My ejaculations began spurting hard into Laura’s cunt. Rachel had a sight with my cock moving in and out as it delivered man milk to Laura. After five shots of cream, I calmed, and the hard shaft was starting to rest.
As I felt my shaft shrinking, Rachel pulled it out and started to drink my seed mixed with Laura’s elixir. She sucked on Laura’s pussy ravenously.
Once she felt that nothing would drop from Laura, she sucked on my cock to taste us.
“Mmm…love to taste your mix,” Rachel said.
“How about we relax with a little swim?” she continued.
“Let’s go,” I replied.
We got up and entered the water to refresh ourselves. We held hands in a circle in the water, approaching and kissing as we fondled each other. I wondered if the turtles would notice.
We were relaxing when James’ boat pulled up to our otherwise secluded and uninhabited, deserted island.
“Hey, how are you all doing?” James asked.
“Hope that you haven’t been scaring the sea life?” he added.
“No, we have been very good and respectful of the environment,” Rachel responded.
“We would like to go back to our hotel, change, and relax,” I added.
“What should I tell them, Rachel?” James inquired.
“They don’t need to know that they aren’t going back to their hotel room,” Rachel told James.
“After the morning surprise, they can wait until we get back,” Rachel continued.
“What the hell is going on, Rachel?” I asked.
“Let me just tell you that what you don’t know won’t hurt you, for now,” Rachel stated in a mystifying manner.
We slowly left the water, with Laura and I careful not to reveal much to James on our first meeting. We got dressed to go back to Placentia.
On the way back to the mainland, I rode with James, and Laura went with Rachel. On the trip back, I talked with James about his time in the United States and where he had studied. He had been at the Scripps Oceanographic Institute in California near San Diego. He liked it there, but it wasn’t home, and he couldn’t get used to the cold weather, even in Southern California. It made me laugh a little to learn that a temperature of five or ten degrees centigrade was considered really cold. We continued chatting about how he liked his business but hoped he could do a little more oceanographic research with such a rich fauna in Belize.
I told him that he was missed during our morning visit but wasn’t entirely sure that was the case. He said that the task Rachel had defined took longer than he anticipated. However, it was done, and he said he hoped that Rachel was satisfied. I told him that I thought that Rachel always had a way to be satisfied. He laughed and agreed with me.
The mainland was coming into view, and we were a little tired after the morning outing. I thought a nice hot shower and a little lunch would be nice now.
I looked at Rachel’s boat with both of them talking up a storm and laughing. This was obviously a vacation that we would not forget. Rachel steered her boat closer to ours. She motioned to James to follow her in. But it was not clear where she was headed, because she did not steer toward the channel between the island and the port entrance. What the hell was she doing?
