All excerpts in this column are done in the "WILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
At first glance, the property didn't look all
that different than all the lush palms and greenery they had been seeing
during their tour of Bora Bora, but when an efficient bellman escorted
them to their fare, their overwater bungalow, they knew immediately why
the property was so special.
First, was their water setting. Their thatched-roof hut stood at an
angle to the pier they walked along. All around them in the
crystal-clear, lapis-blue water, multi-colored fish swirled expectantly,
eager for any handouts the newcomers might toss their way.
Their bellman explained that they were welcomed to come to the main
dining room for breakfast in the morning, or it could be delivered via
outrigger canoe directly to their room. Ann squeezed John's hand, who laughed and said the latter sounded great.
Their bungalow, while small and cozy, was well apportioned with a
teak wood, king-size bed shrouded in mosquito netting and a bathroom
that featured a tall, louvered, wooden wall for a shower stall. But what
immediately drew their attention was the glass floor in the sitting
"Look at the fish!" Ann squealed, falling to her knees for a closer look.
John crouched beside her, the grin covering his face at his delight for her excitement.
"Here," the bellman said, indicating a switch on the wall, "is the
light. You can view the native life even at night if you want."
"We want!" Ann assured him.
Once the bellman had left with John's tip in hand, John disappeared into the bedroom.
Ann had meanwhile removed her shoes,
but stayed glued to her floor spot, fascinated at the show just beneath
the glass. After awhile, she heard John re-enter the room.
"I think it's my turn to be inspired by our water setting," John said behind her. Ann turned to smile up at the voice that even after 20 years together still excited her. Her smile was returned by a like one on John's face. But that's all he wore.
"A little overdressed, aren't you?" Ann laughed, rolling over so her back was flat on the floor, and she was looking up John,
from foot to head. She didn't miss a thing in between. "I didn't know
we were going formal this evening," she said, traces of her laughter
still in her voice.
"Oh, we're going all right," John
said, squatting over her so that he had one knee on each side of her.
"We're going all the way – we're going crazy in paradise!"
He planted a kiss on her lips and instantly felt them grinning
broadly against his own mouth. He easily worked her blouse and bra
loose, and with her assistance - first, arms overhead, and then, an
upraised derriere - slipped her shorts and underwear off her. "Now
that's the kind of scenery I like," he announced with satisfaction.
"I know," Ann responded. "Those fish are gorgeous."
"No, it's your smooth, fabulous body that I was talking about, but the fish are pretty fabulous, too."
"Darling, what would the women back at Kaufmann's think if they saw us, splayed out on the floor like this, in our birthday suits?"
"They'd probably congratulate us for being madly in love and being
totally unafraid to show it. They might also wonder why the men in their
lives weren't such savages of the wild as your man."
"Oh, you," Ann said, playfully
slapping his backside. "And just what are you doing up there? Enjoying
the fish show, while I'm down here staring at the ceiling? It's quite a
nice ceiling, don't get me wrong, but a ceiling nonetheless."
"Well, flip on over, Honey. And take in the view." John went from being on his knees over his lover to crouching high enough up, flat-footed, to give Ann
enough clearance to flop over onto her belly. As soon as she had
completed the maneuver, two matching angel fish arrived for an up-close
inspection of her two nipples pressed to the glass floor.
"Hey, back off, sushi-stuff," John warned. "Those are mine!"
"I'm getting the heck out of here," Ann returned, "if an octopus comes anywhere near my–"
John pressed his frontside onto her
backside, letting his excitement be known. "Don't worry. I'm making sure
that's reserved solely for yours truly."
Ann watched the underwater show while John kissed her neck. He rolled off to one side so he had full access to her. He kneaded her shoulders with one strong hand, and Ann
placed her arms crossed on the floor and rested her head on them. She
continued to watch the swirl of fish, but she immediately sensed the
tingle of excitement that John had so expertly aroused in her.
He continued the slow massage down her back, along her spine, and
to her lower back, meanwhile continuing the shower of kisses on her
neck, cheek, earlobe and the tiny little notch at the nape of her neck.
The sweet kisses and the ebb and flow of the rubbing on her back caused Ann to shiver with excitement. Soon, John's
rhythmic massage had moved to her buttocks. He swung one leg over hers
and eased it between her two limbs, then moved it back and forth so that
her legs were widely separated. He huskily whispered in her ear.
"You're so beautiful, Ann, and so sexy. You turn me on."
He worked his hand lower, and she felt the flash of desire race there.
Ann arched her lower back high in the air to welcome his touch.
John stroked her inner thigh, and her
breathing quickened and matched the rhythm she couldn't control as her
backside tilted and tipped, urging him to fulfill her need.
She pushed up on her palms, raising her head, as well, and John
twisted his head down and around to take one of her inviting breasts
into his hot lips. His kiss sizzled with his heat, and she moaned at the
touch of that heat on her aching nipple. He sucked it hard and thrust
his lower torso against her to show her his own fully-extended desire.
When Ann thought she could stand it no longer, felt she would burst with the passion growing in her, John
finally reached inside her thighs to cup her secret spot. It was hot
and moist and welcomed his touch, and she moaned in pleasure.
He caressed her, and in no time, she was was ready to scream for
release, but suddenly she felt him lean further into her, easily
replacing his hand with the full and wonderful core of his sex. "It's
time, my Passion Flower," he whispered huskily in her ear between the
licking plunges of his tongue in her mouth. "It's time for your blossom
to explode. Let it."
Ann rocked in wild abandon, and as he
pushed to her rhythm, she could no longer hold back the need for her
sexual release. She squealed with delight when she and John found simultaneous fulfillment.
The passion flowed over her like molten lava running down a
mountain. At that instant, she opened her eyes and saw the two angel
fish intertwine quickly in their underwater dance, then swim away
together. She smiled before closing her eyes and collapsing full on the
floor alongside her man.