We had been in St. Croix for a day. We were staying on the east end of the island and on our first day didn’t venture far. We were still getting used to driving on the left. We’d found a lovely beach at a small park and spent the day lounging, snorkeling, picnicking, and reading.
When we got back to our condo, we stripped off, showered, and started discussing what to do about dinner. I wandered out onto the balcony, wrapped in my towel. Our unit was at the highest point on the property looking out to the eastern Caribbean. I just sat in one of the chairs on the balcony staring out at the beautiful view. My wife put on a very thin cover-up with nothing under it. She has a few of these. They are thin enough to be almost translucent and the cotton fabric clings to her breasts when she wears them, revealing the slightest jiggle with every move. Her nipples always poke forward in these cover-ups and the light afternoon breeze was teasing them enough to make them quite noticeable. Every time she wears one of them, I can barely take my eyes off her breasts.
As we sat there, chairs side by side, enjoying our view — mine frequently included her lightly covered breasts — she reached over and put her left hand on my right leg just above my knee. She has a knack for immediately touching a spot on my leg that sends a jolt to my dick which always puts it on standby.
She started lightly stroking the spot, slowly nudging my towel aside. Since it was still wet from my drying off with it, gravity pulled it more. Her hand moved further up my exposed thigh. Soon, the weight of the towel pulled enough to untuck it at my waist. My dick was lengthening along my left thigh as she caressed my right. She slipped her fingers under the towel and found my cock, which jumped when her fingers connected with it. As she slowly slid her hand along my shaft, the towel slid further until it fell away completely. There I was exposed and erect, looking out over the Caribbean Sea.
Straight out from our unit were the grounds, including a swimming pool and hot tub. A lightly traveled road stood between the condos and the hotel. The hotel rooms all faced the beach below. Even in the warm light of the late afternoon, our balcony was relatively private, but the metal balusters afforded no cover. Anyone walking or driving below could have spotted what we were doing.
With me fully exposed, she reached over with her right hand and started stroking my now very hard cock. It was standing straight up in her hand. As she leaned over, her breasts were dangling above my right hand. I fondled them both, first the left, then the right, lightly twisting each nipple. Her sigh let me know she appreciated my caress, but she was on a mission. While I continued to pet her breasts, I stretched out in my chair and let her focus on my cock.
Her palm was now slick with my precum and was making the unmistakable sound a hand makes sliding up and down a syrupy cock. My own sighs, moans and caught breaths were adding to the explicit soundscape. I watched her hand stroke my cock, seeing the tip almost emerge from the bottom of her fist, then disappear, only to pop out the top of her fist a second later. Then covered again, then not. The sensation of her clenched fingers grazing the bottom of my corona on each upstroke was delicious. Every few seconds, I checked the view of the sea and the green landscape below, all with my cock being passionately stroked in the foreground. The sights, the sounds, and the sensations were ever more glorious with each stroke of her hand.
Suddenly, I gasped. My cock erupted. Cum landed on my chest just below my chin. More landed on my right nipple. A third emission painted her forearm. Others filled my navel cavity. My wife kept pumping until I yelled out in delight and pain, grabbing her hand, telling her, “No more. No more.” As the orgasm that gripped me drifted away, my wife pulled her now sticky hand off my cock. She pulled the towel out from under me and wiped her hand and arm, then cleaned up the mess from my chest and belly.
I kissed her, lightly gripping the underside of her left breast. We sat there in the glow of the late afternoon sun and the afterglow of our session. After a few more minutes, we slipped inside, me cozying up behind as we walked so my cock nestled between her ass cheeks and my hands caressed her glorious breasts.
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