Sin at Sea by Emma Nichols

containers of food…some grapes, and strawberries. He had a container of whipped cream that made me smirk. Next he pulled out some of my favorites. I had grown really attached to their version of potato salad and seemed to eat it at least once a day. There were sandwiches and pickles. There was even a special chocolate mousse dessert.
    “You thought of everything!” I exclaimed happily.
    “I did more than that,” he said beaming. “Time for presents.” He pulled out a box that I recognized from the duty free shop in Grand Turk. “I love this perfume on you. Wear it now and then and think of me, okay?” He passed me the J’adore he had sprayed on me the day before. The scent had lingered on me all day. It was absolutely perfect.
    “Thank you,” I said, “I love it.” Then I opened the box and pulled it out, ready to spray some on.
    “Wait!” He said, using his hand to halt my action. “These go with it.” He pulled out a small gift bag.
    My curiosity was piqued. I peered inside and laughed. Apparently, he had rather liked my selection of panties. Now he was adding to the collection. It was a scarlet thong, like the rest I owned…a patch of nylon…a couple of thin scarlet strings, and it was all connected with a silver heart.
    “You need to wear them together,” he said seductively. “I now proclaim today P&P Day.”
    “P&P?” I questioned.
    “Yes,” he said, leaning in for a kiss, “Panties and Perfume. You game?” Then he grazed my lips with his and I already wanted more.
    “Give me a minute to think about it,” I joked as I began to pull off my sundress and slip off the panties I had put on that morning.
    He leaned against the table, appreciating the view. Tugging on his chin, his look was intense. “I hope you know it’s all I can do to just look right now,” he said.
    Standing there in nothing but the panties he gave me, I slowly raised my arms and released my ponytail, shaking it out and letting it cascade down my back and over my shoulders. I turned around and gave him a view from the back, bending completely over to fluff my hair. Then, while bent over, I glanced back at him and asked, “What’s stopping you?”
    It was a challenge and he took it as such. Though I wasn’t looking, I heard the sound of his belt being undone, his shorts hitting the floor, and the elastic snapping under his fingers. Already, I could feel my body growing ready for him. I was on fire, pulsing. The sound of his steps closing the distance between had me all but panting for him. He didn’t stop walking until he was against me, pressing his hot throbbing cock against my wet opening. His thumb reached in and flicked the thong aside while caressing each butt cheek with one hand. When he finally came around to the inner thigh area, he spread my legs slightly and said quietly, “What would you like?”
    Suddenly I was aware that I had been holding my breath. Exhaling slowly, I nearly whimpered. “In me. In me, please. Right now.”
    There was a brief pause before he responded, “Okay, but only because you said ‘please.’” Then he chuckled as he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Breathe, baby.”
    Just as I inhaled, filling my lungs with air, he filled my vag with his hot erection. I couldn’t get enough. Soon I was bucking against him. He grabbed my hips and held on, pushing again and again. We found our rhythm. It didn’t take long before I was panting and crying out and with the intensity of the last thrust, I knew he had climaxed, too.
    We collapsed on the floor right there on a pile of beach blankets. “Hold me?” I asked. In answer, he pulled me closer, fit my body to his, and spooned me like it was his job. No wonder I fell asleep.

    The rest of the day was more of the same, except for when we left the bungalow to swim. The water was crystal clear. The temperature was perfect. There was a quiet understanding between us, or maybe he was just quiet. He seemed lost in thought. I understood. I