We made it to port without incident, and everyone split up to get prepared for the main event. I ran back to my boat to gather up supplies that I would need, and took them all to the plane. After stashing my own gear, I started my pre-flight inspection. By this time, Shawn was feeling better, and helped with the pre-flight. He wasn’t going to go with us, but still wanted to help out.
Ten minutes before my hour deadline was up, Tanya and her group came walking down the dock, carrying several bags. I told them we should be able to fit most of it, but might have to squeeze in. That earned me a grunt and frown from both of the ladies. The guys both couldn’t care less, and said so.
“If we have to lose a bag or two, no sweat,” said Marcus.
“Yeah, I didn’t pack much for me, so…” agreed Michael.
Tyrone came to the girls rescue though, “Uh uh, we are NOT tossing any of that stuff out. We will just have to make it FIT!”
Tanya stayed silent through most of the dialog, only nodding her head with that last statement, before busting up laughing. Everyone joined in, and soon there were tears from a few who were laughing so hard. The laughter calmed down, and everyone boarded the plane. The luggage all fit, with room to spare.
We took off without incident, and made our way to the island that had been chosen. Landing was a bit rough, but only because the surf around this particular island was rougher than I had expected. We still made it down just fine, and got the plane safely up onto the shoreline. I ran the rope up to tie it down to the thickest tree I could find.
We setup camp on the beach, just as was planned. We made a fire ring from some stones, and setup all of our small tents. In total, there were eight of us and four tents. We also had a canopy setup for a meal area, complete with a pop-up stove and some dishware in a Tupperware bin. Once everything was setup, we all congregated in the meal area.
I spoke up, as the pseudo tour guide. “OK, listen up. You are all adults here, but I would strongly recommend that NO ONE go off anywhere alone. Also, see these wooded sections behind us? You can go in there but don’t wander off too far. It will be very difficult to find anyone in there, especially after dark.”
With that informal safety briefing, we all spread out to do our own thing. Me, I setup my folding chair on the beach, and sat back to relax. All I needed now was a Beach Pineapple, and I was set. My paradise was interrupted, by a shadow that walked between me and the Sun.
“Do you always just sit around, or do you ever actually walk around these beautiful islands?”
I looked up, and there was Tanya, with her hands on her hips. “Sometimes, depends on the company I guess. Why? Would you like to go for a walk?”
She was biting her bottom lip again, so endearing. “Yeah, that would be really nice.”
So, I got up, and escorted her down the beach. Any idiot would have said yes, but I truly did enjoy being around her. I really didn’t even think about the fact that she was probably about ten years younger than I was.
We walked barefoot, without much concern for the time. Tide started making its way in again, and soon our feet were getting damp. We turned back for the campsite when we got legitimately wet with each wave. As we head back, she snuck her hand into mine, and we intertwined fingers. I gave her a look, questioning what was happening. Her return smile would have lit up the beach, but spoke volumes about how she felt just then.
Honestly, I was floating back to camp. I vaguely even remember getting there, to find that Marcus and Tyrone had already been preparing the group’s dinner. Diane and Michael were walking back to the site carrying a bunch of wood in their arms. They set the load on top of a neat pile already there, and both moved to sit down.
We all ate, and joked about the days’ events. I worked some pieces of wood into the makeshift fire pit, and got a nice blaze going. As the dusk progressed into night, we all circled around the fire, and told stories. It was like I had always been a part of this group of friends, and it felt wonderful. All too soon, it was time to pack it in for the night. I let the coals burn down, and made my way towards one of the tents.
Diane and her husband had already zipped up their tent door flap. Tyrone and his husband had just opened the door to theirs, and were sliding into it. Madison and Sarah had disappeared into their tent while I was still thinking about saying ‘goodnight’ to them. That just left Tanya and me to share the fourth tent. I hadn’t given it much thought earlier, but now that we were standing at the flap, I got a bit nervous. Here I am, a grown man, nervous like it was my first time on Prom night. That was even assuming that anything was going to happen between us, and I really did hope that something did.
I opened the zipper, pulled the flap open for her to get in, and then I got in behind her. I zipped up the flap, and yelled out to the rest of the group, “Good night everyone!” A chorus of voices returned the word, “Goodnight!”
As there were some muted talking and noises coming from the other tents, it wasn’t very pronounced. The noise of the waves coming and going also provided a lot of cover for those that were already getting frisky. I slid down on top of my sleeping bag, and lay on my side, supporting my upper body on one elbow. I looked deep into those emerald eyes, and saw passion. She was boring a hole into me with her stare, so I did the only thing I could do. I leaned forward and kissed her. It started as a tender caress of our lips on each other, but quickly progressed into a fiery passion that had a life of its own.
She pushed forward, effectively knocking me onto my back, when she moved to straddle me. Her legs on either side of my torso, her hands working under my shirt, sensually rubbing up my sides. It was pure animal lust, and it felt incredible. She was pushing my shirt up, and lowered her mouth to one of my nipples. She lightly sucked and licked it, before biting down hard on it. I had never felt such pain and pleasure at the same time, as this woman was doing to me. She let go of my now very red nipple, and moved her hands lower down my lean waist, to begin working my shorts off me. I lifted myself up to assist with her efforts, and was well rewarded.