Island Queen's Entry
Dear Penthouse Letters,
I have hesitated writing this on paper for months, content to relive in my mind over and over, the erotic passions that were unlocked during my island vacation. This was a dream vacation that I had methodically planned, booking every sightseeing tour and planning every moment of every day on the magnificent island of San Juan, Puerto Rico. In a blink of an eye, my plans came crashing against the sandy shores in a sensual explosion of passion and intrigue. The day began as planned. I rented a convertible from the airport and headed down the shore line to the quaint bed and breakfast resort, Casa Del Caribe. The scenery was breathtaking. Along one side of the road were tropical flowers of every shape, color and size. The other side of the road ran along the coast line. The jagged rock formations and strips of sandy white beaches with crystal clear turquoise ocean as far as the eye could see. In the distance, I could see dolphins playing in the surf, jumping over each white cap as it made its way to the shore line and rolled over the sparkling sand of the beach. The fragrance that wafted through the air was a combination of the crisp, clean ocean breeze and the intoxicating fragrance of the tropical flowers blending together, creating a rich exotic perfume. I made it to the resort and checked in. I felt myself relax as I strolled through the gardens stopping briefly to watch a hummingbird use it’s long tongue to extract the nectar from the blossom of a mango tree. Continuing down the garden path to my bungalow, I unlocked the door and made my way to the bedroom. The view of the ocean was breath taking as the crisp, white sheer curtains enveloping the 4- poster bed danced in the breeze. Every table was decorated with a vase of exotic blossoms which gave each room a burst of color and an intoxicating fragrance. I quickly showered, slipped my new fuchsia sundress over my firm breast letting it cascade over my naked body before I tied my hair into a loose ponytail.
The way my nipples hardened against the softness of the fabric made me tremble. I wished I had a man to quench the fire building from too many lonely nights. I slid on my sandals, my room key in hand, and made my way to the beach looking for the pier where my first adventure awaited. As I reached the beach, I slipped my sandals off, the warmth of the sand squished between my toes as I walked. The pier stretched into the shimmering waves of the bright aqua ocean under a huge palm tree, at the end a small boat was tied. Standing beside the boat on the dock waving stood the silhouette of a well built man. I stepped up on the pier and felt the gentle rocking of the ocean under my feet. Down in the water tiny colorful fish darted in and out of the small plants and coral. I made my way to the gentleman waiting to take me on my first scheduled sightseeing trip. He held out his hand and helped me into the small boat. He introduced himself as Jerome, his eyes seemed to pierce my soul. I sat down and watched as Jerome untied the boat. The tank top he wore accentuated his bronze tan as his muscles glistened with tiny beads of sweat. His swim trunks hugged his sexy ass as he bent over to untie the rope at the back of the boat before jumping aboard. I felt sweat bead up and run down my chest and over my firm, tingling nipples. Jerome started the small engine and headed down the edge of the coast. The rays of sun reflecting off of his sandy brown curls seemed to turn them to gold as the wind danced with each curl. His hazel eyes and intoxicating smile made my pussy tremble as I felt the erotic juices building inside. He was an extremely sexy man and I felt so free in his company as the wind and ocean mist kissed my face. The cool breeze lifted my dress exposing my clit, it glistened like a firm pink rosebud in the morning dew. Jerome was looking at me from the mirror and I pretended to be embarrassed as I struggled to pull my dress back over my knees. I was not really embarrassed but more turned on knowing that he had caught a glimpse of my wetness. He pointed to a small island in the distance and explained that he lived in the tiny bungalow right at the edge of the beach. I asked him if we could stop there so I could take a few pictures of the resort in the distance. He nodded with a smile as he handed me a bottle of cold water. He seemed to be in a trance as he watched my tongue trail around the edge of the bottle darting in and out of the opening as I sipped the refreshing water. He pulled up to the dock and tied the boat. I held his hand as I stepped up on the dock but this time he didn’t let go, but lead me to a hammock tied between two coconut trees. I wanted him so bad and didn’t question him when he asked me to lie down. He reached into his pocket and pulled out four strips of fabric and tied my wrist to the ropes behind my head. I bit my lip as I started to question my safety when he opened my legs and tied my ankles to either side of the hammock as it swayed in the breeze. The wind lifted my dress exposing the soft mound of hair and again exposing the firm, glistening rosebud that sat above the throbbing entrance of my pussy. He seemed pleased with what he saw as he untied the top of my dress letting it fall exposing my hard ripe nipples. Bending over me he circled each nipple with his hot, wet tongue then slowly licked passed my stomach and over the soft mound of hair. He looked up at me as his lips suckled on my glistening clit. I moaned pretending to resist, but really wanting so badly to free my hands and push his darting tongue deeper into my wetness. He seemed to read my mind as he sucked and nibbled on my rose bud clit a little more before ramming his long tongue into my soaking wet pussy curling his tongue he stroked my g-spot. I screamed and squirmed as the pressure built inside before exploding, sending the hot sweet liquid into his hungry mouth as he buried his tongue deeper. He seemed to enjoy my fighting to get free as he pushed my thighs further apart still sucking my sweet erotic juices, he inserted his fingers deep into my ass and began stroking. Every nerve in my body responded as I exploded in convulsive orgasm over and over. He reached into a small box lying on the sand and pulled out a slim, pink vibrator. He pushed the button and inserted it into my ass as his shorts dropped in the sand and he straddled the hammock. I trembled as he shoved his long hard dick deep into my wetness. He thrust deeper and faster as he stared deep in my eyes. Our moans intensified turning into screams as we both exploded. I begged for him to feed me the tropical juices exploding from his throbbing dick and he did. He exploded again as he slide his enormous dick into my open mouth allowing me to suck and lick the juices as he bathed my face with the last drops before collapsing beside me, our sweaty bodies’ content. The sunset painted the sky as it descended to its new place in the sky and the moon took its place sending a shimmering glow across the ocean. Jerome reached up and untied me before burying his face between my breast his tongue circling my nipples again my body arched welcoming him into me once again. Jerome showed me the whole island that week, I don’t have many pictures but I have memories that will last me until I return and the “New Orleans Vibrator” that has graced every hole in my wet body and a few of Jerome’s. He slide it into my carry-on when he dropped me at the airport making me promise to return as his tongue danced with mine one last time. I frequent Puerto Rico often now and my slim, pink, waterproof, “New Orleans Vibrator” strokes me between trips and reminds me of how much more fun a vacation can be when you just go with the flow. The flow of hot, sweet nectar over and over again that is.
Island Queen, Phoenix, AZ