Belize Ch. 1

Dedicated to, well she knows who...

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As our plane touched down in Belize, her hand squeezed mine tighter, she leaned over and kissed me on my cheek and thanked me for taking her away from the colds of North America.

I told her that as part of my job of being her friend, it's my duty to take her where she wanted to go, when she wanted to go, and for whatever reason(s) she wanted to go. Kissing her back, I pointed out the fact that we'd be staying in my own private beach bungalow for the week.

As we de-planed, from my small private jet, I had my 64½ convertible Mustang awaiting us on the tarmac. I asked her if she'd rather drive, or sight see as we made our way to the bungalow. She chose to enjoy the scenery, even though it was really only a 10 minute drive away.

Arriving at the bungalow, as we entered our room, I had a plate of freshly cut and locally grown Bananas, Mangos, Papayas, Pineapples and other assorted fruits. I took her chair out, and asked her to please sit, while I took care of our bags, putting everything where it belongs. When I opened the shutters protecting the windows from the harsh ocean breezes that can occur, it took her breath away. Her mouth just dropped open, and she didn't speak for moments.

She got up, and walked to the windows and stared out as the beautiful blue waves rolled in, and kissed the beach. I came up and embraced her form behind, one arm wrapped around and caressing her stomach through her white cotton dress, lifting it slowly with the other hand. Kissing her neck, as she moaned, and tried to talk about how much she was going to enjoy our time there.

I asked her to please raise her arms, so I could remove her dress, and she told me there was no reason why she couldn't do that for me. She had her bikini on underneath her dress, but not for long. She shimmied out of her bottoms, and I untied her top with one hand. With the other I had a slice of banana that I'd grabbed from the tray. Teasing her as I ran it across her lovely lips, licking it in a way that made me smile, and then taking a small bite of the fruit. As she ate, I ran it down her chin, her neck, and down into her cleavage.

As I did this I kissed the back of her neck. Asked her if she enjoyed the view. As she told me yes, she let her bikini top fall to the floor, and I ran the banana side to side over each breast, paying special attention to rub it into each nipple. I wasn't sure what exactly was making her nipples hard, just being there with me, the banana caressing her skin, or the ocean breeze. Probably all three though.

Turning her around, I looked into her beautiful big brown eyes, taking her glasses off, and setting them on the table. Kissing her again on her cheek, then on her lips deeply. Placing my arms around her, and lifting her bum with my hands pulling her into me, leaning down and nibbling the banana remnants from her nipples, and the rest of her upper body.

I told her to wrap her legs around my hips, and let me carry her outside to the beach. She did, and we left the bungalow. I told her that this was MY private beach home, and I own miles of the beach so we were free to roam naked if we wished. I sat her down on a chaise lounge, and excusing myself, I went back inside to grab a chilled bottle of our favorite wine, some glasses and the fruit tray. As I walked back out onto the deck, I looked over to her chair, and saw her crying. I asked her what was wrong, and she told me that nothing was wrong, but that she was just so happy to be in what seemed like paradise. I told her that she hadn't seen anything yet, if she thought THIS was paradise, and that got a laugh out of her, but also a puzzled look on her face.

Pouring her a glass of wine, I handed it to her, and she invited me to sit with her on the chair. How could I refuse this beautiful woman? She scooted up a bit, and asked me to sit behind her, and so I did. When I beşiktaş escort was in place, she laid back against me and asked me how it came to be that I would own a home in such a beautiful part of the world, and not live here full time. I explained all the details that I thought were boring, about real estate and such, but she seemed very interested, so she got the full boring story.

When my story was finished, I picked up a piece of mango and asked her if she like to share with me. She turn her head enough to take a bite from the other side that was sticking out of my mouth, and when the fruit was one, we kissed again. As we sat there talking, every once in a while she'd wiggle her ass against me, I thought trying to get comfortable, but it was starting to turn me on. I asked her if she'd care for a swim, and she told me she couldn't wait, but had other things in mind. I told her as much as I'd like to find out what other things she had in mind, I was sure that we'd have time later to take care of them.

We finished our glasses of wine, but took them and the bottle with us, as we left the deck, and walked hand in hand down the steps to the beach. I felt a little overdressed, compared to her nakedness, but we were both happy, and that mattered more than anything right then. Leaning over, I kissed her and asked her if she'd like to walk the beach first, before going for our swim, and she said she'd like that very much, whatever I wanted as long as we were doing it together.

Hand in hand, and with our wine and glasses in our other hands, we talked and strolled the beach, occasionally walking down into the waves, and feeling how warm the water was. Little crabs would occasionally crawl across the sand, and back into the water, which made us stop, look and laugh. I asked her if she'd like another glass of wine, and she said she'd love for the wine to never stop. Smiling, I told her that it didn't have to, because of the wine supply I had back in the bungalow. She told me it sounded like we weren't going to be sober very much then,