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There was a slight sheen of sweat on my brow as if it were a balmy summer night instead of the cool fall that lingered along the shore. It was not by any means cold but there was a certain chill in the air that made one think twice before venturing out into the night without a jacket. True cold was a foreign thought in the Caribbean, even in the waning hours of a night such as that one.

Perhaps it was a dream that had moistened the bed with my sweat. If it was it was already forgotten; lost in those few seconds of wakening that can erase a lifetime of dreams. I pushed back the thin covers and stepped onto the floor, bare except for a light dusting of ever-present sand. The thin room door was a poor barrier to the winds of the sea and allowed the light breeze to pass, nearly uninterrupted in its journey, to the far wall of my rented abode. I walked quietly to the window and swept back the curtains, only vaguely aware that I was presenting my naked form to any passers-buy. Creeping waves filled the air with a lustful melody, the voice of the ocean filling my soul and leaving in its wake a longing I could not fathom. I knew that there would be no going back to bed this night.

I considered walking the beach naked but in the end opted for a bit of sanity and grabbed a light pair of summer shorts. I left the little shack, that claimed to be a beach side cabin, and walked the twenty yards to the sandy beach. It was white sand and its grainy pebbles found their way between my toes and stuck to my shins while the soft moist wind wetted my legs. The ocean danced with silvery abandon as the freshly risen moon set the sea ablaze. The waves, calm in comparison to other times, made their way almost lazily to the shore, dragging little rivulets of sand back to the sea.

I am not sure how long I walked the sandy shore that night. It seems miles in the limited and often muddled thing that is my memory. However long it happened to be, a rock shore had long since replaced the white sands. Big boulders presented a halfhearted challenge to my progress but in the end they were traversed as easily as the rest. Reverie of some sort or another had its grip on me and, had it broken, I fear I most likely would have come to my senses and turned around. My life today would be quite a bit different had that happened.

Rocks gave way again to the white sandy shore and the first whispers of sunrise gave the air an ironic chill. The waning darkness crawled back to the sea in its usual, reluctant fashion leaving me in an early morning stupor. I felt lightheaded and lazy as if it had not been a walk but drink that had frittered away the night. My thoughts roamed the morning as randomly as my feet traced their feeble trail in the sand. At the time, I contributed my daze to exhaustion. A valid thought given a restless night and a many-mile hike into the soft wilderness of an exclusive paradise.

I finally stopped my journey about the time the sun started hers and I met her rise with my ass firmly planted in the damp beach. My eyes cast down toward the sand, watching as the relentless tide made a feeble attempt to reach my outstretched legs. Sand and kaki shorts melded together and soon the night?s toll had cast its lot upon me and I drifted away on that forgotten beach. The air was cool and the false jungle behind me kept the sun from turning my skin a painful red and I slept a lazy day in a place I did not know.

I suppose I dreamt some that morning, dreams of naked abandon and wild things so vivid that I can recall them in detail to this day. Some say dreams are a portent to life, that ones fate can be discerned from the intensity of their dreams. I say, after that day, I have to agree with the people who say those things.

I woke after a time, although I doubt my state would have been mistaken for consciousness by any real sense of the word. I harbor serious doubts that anyone is ever truly conscious in the wet Caribbean heat, a fact that most likely accounts for the place?s popularity.

I was amazed to find the sun well behind me, already disappearing behind the thick false-jungle. It seems I had slept the day away. Still a bit dazed and uncertain of how I had come to be in this foreign place I looked up from the sea. The sandy beach gave way with little struggle to a small sandy path that must have taken away a bit of pride from the jungle as it cut so effortlessly through the thick foliage. Curiosity is a strange thing, and even though there was no real reason to follow such a meager path into a dawning night, I did just that.

The trail was easy going and longer than one would think? Night was in full bloom before I finally traced the path to its conclusion. The path ended (as many such paths likely do) at smooth stone steps that paved the way to an old mansion. Being the expert of mansions at the end of sandy trails that I was, it seemed quite natural to find one there. It was unremarkable, as mansions go, boasting an unimposing three floors and overlooking a stone courtyard that was nearly swallowed by the wet forest that still believed it was a jungle. The courtyard looked old, with pewter and cast-iron creations ornamenting the grounds in a myriad of shapes and designs. Perhaps the only truly remarkable thing about the place was a warmly lit pool that gently curved in the most natural of ways, breaking the monotony of the grounds.

Nearly turning away I gave a moments? pause to a light appearing on the top floor. It was a soft yellow glow that could have came from a candle had it not been for the steadiness of its gaze. The shadow it cast caught my breath as a silhouette was wrought upon the thin curtains. I was looking at you for the first time through a filter of thin yellow curtains. Your shape brought moisture to my mouth. It was apparent you wore no clothes and for a fleeting moment I almost turned away feeling somewhat like the peeping tom?But somehow I knew that, were I caught, you would not mind. The image was burnt into my mind and to this day I wake in the night trembling at the remembered passion your form instilled.

I followed you through the house with my mind as you made your way down. In reality I only caught the barest glimpse of you as you left the top room and caressed the rest of the house with your presence. Though, as if I could see through the walls, my head was filled with the image of you as you came to the bottom. The thick medieval looking doors that opened onto the courtyard were soon swinging outward and I fought a sudden impulse to flee. It was only a fleeting impulse really. Most of me wanted to be caught there that night no matter the consequences.

The ghostly apparition that appeared in the door was stunning. A perfect face stared out at the night with a blue-grey gaze that seemed to have stopped my heart. There was such a look of knowledge in those innocent features and a strength and fire that a man could spend a lifetime exploring. Your skin, lit by the soft light of the full moon dancing around you, was the pale sort that strummed a deep chord in my soul. Somehow you had managed to find an excuse for clothing in your trek down and the soft silky texture of a near transparent robe was almost unbearable in its teasing caress. You took a few tentative steps into the night towards the pool before you noticed me. Startlement was in your eyes and I felt my heart break in two as you took a step back?and then another. You backed away to the safety of the house and were nearly swallowed by its depths before the dryness of my throat gave way and let me utter a single word.

?Wait?, I said with a quiet abandon that sounded strangled and desperate in my minds ear. It was the only word we spoke that night?the only one we really needed.

You stopped with the door in your hand and I could see the hesitation in your eyes. You knew that the door should have been shut and locked and that we both should have walked away that night but I also saw the lust that was building in your soul?matching my own. The deeper feelings were already there and how they came to be no one will ever know. Perhaps it truly is fate and those feelings were always there?planted at birth to be awakened on a Caribbean beach in a strange world where little sandy paths lead to love and lust.

I entered the courtyard still clad in the now wrinkled khaki shorts and nothing else. The pool was the only thing in the way and stepping slowly I made my way around. The door was still open when I arrived, an oddity that did not seem so odd at the time. To say our gaze locked would not be appropriate for it had never strayed but it intensified then and I felt myself falling into you. Your eyes swallowed me, devoured me, and I gladly submitted to their caress.

We still stood apart and I watched your eyes wander and the seriousness of the moment was lightened with a slight smile (smirk?) that crossed your lips as you took me in. I was tanned (burned really) and although not muscle-bound by any stretch I was fit and there was a certain amount of appreciation in your glance that warmed my ego. Looking at you was looking at a teasing array of curves that tantalized the senses, amplified by the silk robe that clung to you. To say there was a lust between us would have been unjust?it was palpable in its thickness. My mind was becoming a fog and the thought of you against me was at the brink of becoming unbearable. I remember that you moved first?perhaps because you were weaker than I and unable to wait and perhaps because you were stronger and understood our needs more than me. In the end it does not matter but that the distance was crossed.

If I thought the silk was a tease before it paled in comparison to the tantalizing response it elicited from every nerve it touched. I felt your body slide to mine in a frictionless pressure that made me ache from the intensity of it. Our lips met lightly?not out of fear or out of some last effort to savor the moment but because the light caress of our mouths was so in tune to the silk between us. I tasted your lips on mine and felt the heat down deep in my chest as you cheek brushed against my own. My shorts were the first to go, whisked away by magic and I stood bare against you. The silk between us was such a focus of intensity that it was hard to let it drop. I let my mouth touch lightly on your neck and I tasted the soft skin with my tongue and the taste of you was incomparable. I felt you shiver in the wake of my tongue as I worked along the line of your silk robe pulling it down slowly. My lips lit upon your nipple and lingered as I felt the soft flesh melt in my mouth. Your stomach was as far as I could make it before the robe dropped in disregard?its commotion all but forgotten in the moment. Stopping not my journey I continued my quest to taste all of you and met your smoothly shaven self with a willing tongue. I did not linger long as my need was too great but the taste was a fuel to my already raging lust and the motion of your hips as you responded to my teasing was hard to leave behind. I came up quickly and met your mouth with mine, my fingers continuing where my tongue could not. I felt the soft folds of you in my hands and the wetness was tantalizing in its invitation.

Your hands snaked along me, each touch bringing my mind further into focus?further from being aware. I felt your hands light upon me and the gentle stroking was enough to end the night right there but I held back wanting the moment to last forever. I was excited to find your hand with mind as you felt yourself. You brought wet fingers to my lips and I again relished in the taste of you. I felt your back arch as the moment built and I knew the time was near and I felt you spasm as you came with my hand between your legs. I watched with hunger as your eyes rolled back and I let a soft groan escape as the gentle stroking of before tensed to a near unbearable degree. Your cheeks were flush, the once pale skin coloring deeply.

There was a lush lawn chair at hand and I lowered you gently onto the soft couch-like material. The site of you lying there naked, still reeling from your orgasm was undeniable and I tasted you briefly on my own fingers. Our kiss as I came down to you was long and lingering and for a brief moment we were lost in that kiss. Our tongues danced carelessly in the night and there was a rapport between us that needed no words. But there were other needs, and soon I felt myself pressed against your wetness. With the gentlest of pressures I was inside you sliding like silk into a fit of passion that dulled the world around us with its brilliance. The moon faded in comparison and I became nothing more than an extension of physical lust. Sensation gave way and only the moment existed?a moment that would have lasted an eternity were there any justice in the world. I could feel you quiver beneath me and I knew when you came, again and again, and each time I came closer to the edge.

When the edge was finally crossed the pleasure was indescribable but I will describe it anyway because it must be told. It was an eruption of the senses that shut me down for a few fleeting moments as I felt part of me coming out and becoming part of you. It was a sensation that started in the toes and in the chest and met somewhere in the middle culminating in an undulating adoration of the human body. My whole world was swallowed into that brief little moment and spit out again in a rush of orgasmic delight. The culmination was insane and near painful in its severity?I should not have survived it yet I would gladly die to experience it just once more. You came again as I mixed inside of you and the arching of your back still haunts my dreams with wetness. I can still see the sweat dripping from your brow and the lustful rise of your breasts as you panted for air.

In the end it is the meeting of our eyes and the emotions that passed between us that will forever haunt my waking hours. I felt understood at that moment?I felt content.

That was not the only time we came that night. Again and again the night was filled with our passions and I lost myself within you. Our time was not long, a few fleeting hours of a dream that seemed like days?that seemed like seconds?but it was of an intensity that burned itself into my soul and will be the standard by which all things in my life will be judged?I fear that I will find them all lacking against such a standard as you.