73 Sand, Bikini's, and Booze

I roll over and let Lance rub more sun block into my skin on my back, enjoying the massage he was giving at the same time. We've been lounging on the white sandy beach here at Kia Ora Moorea, near our, on the beach bungalow. My high waisted, 50′s retro style, bikini was moved back into place by Lance, once the lotion was massaged into my skin.

"Thank you." I mumble, smiling up at him. We've been here for a little over 24 hours and I was loving it. We we're still recuperating from a little jet lag trying to adjust to the time difference. We were used to an abnormal time schedule, but the five hour difference was still enough to leave us tired today.

Of course it could have been all that sex we had last night too...

Humming at the memory, I stretch out like a cat with my ass up in the air before sitting up to take a drink.

"Damn, that was a nice view. I wish I could take you just like that right there..." Lance's wistful voice comes from behind me, as I glance over my shoulder.

I wink playfully at him, and sip more of my drink. "Let's go for a walk, or go play in the water. Otherwise, I'm afraid we will want to sleep all day." I suggest.

Lance shrugs, "Sure thing. Let's walk, then play in the water then." His smile brightens his face, making his sun kissed skin pale in comparison. He looked like a roman god in his swim trunks, his vintage, Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned all the way, showing off those beautiful, toned, abs.

He is a feast for the eyes and man, I have a voracious appetite.

I slip my sandals on, grabbing my sarong to wrap around my waist before we take off, drinks in hand. We stroll down the beach, watching the calm waves rolling on to the shore.

I keep stealing glances at Lance who looks so at ease, so ... happy. He's got a permanent smirk on the corner of his lips, his eyes are bright and full of excitement, happily swinging his hand intertwined with my own. Stopping at the bar on the beach, we leave our empty glasses behind and head to the water.

Swimming out, we wade watching the fish swimming among the coral. Farther out the fish are swimming with the black tip sharks, and checking out the Moray eels that swim along some of the coral. We enjoy ourselves the rest of the afternoon, before heading back to the bungalow to shower and dress for dinner.

We just finished our plates, watching the show put on by the native islanders, enjoying ourselves.

Lance leans over and whispers into my ear, "As delicious as our meal was, I find I'm still hungry for something." He kisses my neck and shoulder, letting his breath tickle my skin, sending chills down my spine and in to my core, setting me a flame.

Just then the waiter comes over, bringing our desserts with him.

"Merci beaucoup." We thank our waiter as he leaves and we look down at our plates.

"I forgot what this was supposed to be..." I play with my spoon in the bowl of possibly a bread pudding.

"Po'e, I'd like to try a bite myself." Lance smiles as he takes his first bite of his lime and vanilla cheesecake, made with local vanilla.

I take a bite, instantly moaning with the savory and sweet banana flavors mixed with papaya and topped with coconut cream.

"Oh, this good." I take another spoonful and lean over to let Lance try it.

A glint lights in his eyes as he leans over, taking the spoonful into his mouth, his eyes full of carnal desire. He bites the spoon, and slowly sucks every last bit of dessert off. Shifting my legs in my seat, I clear my throat at his meaning, suddenly wanting to finish up and head back to our room.

He lifts a bite of his cheesecake out for me and I do the same to his spoon in return.

Chuckling mischievously, Lance comments, "Can't waste a drop of this deliciousness can we?"

As I swallow my bite a thought runs through my head, taking a sip of water, I instruct him, "Well, you better lick the plate clean then."

His ears perk up at that and with a devilish grin he responds, "As my lady commands."

Sure enough once every bite is gone, he lifts the plate and licks away every last morsel. It was making my clit tingle with need, wishing that tongue was on it instead of the plate.

"Je devrai donner les compliments au chef."

We're snapped from our little bubble by the waiter who's approached us with the bill and to take our plates.

"Pardon?" I question the waiter not catching what he said.

"Excusez-moi Madame. I will give ze chef your compliments." He motions to Lance who has set his sparkling plate down.

I flush, nodding, " Merci." He takes our plates and Lance slides his card into the tab book, smiling unabashed at the comment made. The waiter comes back and picks up the book and was back before we finished our drinks.

Lance threw his tip in for our waiter and stood up, offering his hand for me to take.

"Such a gentleman." I demurely comment, fluttering my eyes at him.

He pulls me up tightly against his body, his voice dropping to just above a gruff, hungry, whisper, "Don't insult me, mistress. You know me better than that."

I scoff, rolling my eyes at his statement as we walk along the path to our bungalow. "You've been well mannered for quite some time now, but maybe I should remind you not to think so poorly of yourself."

"Maybe you should let me show you what I mean..." Lance says cryptically.

I pull back to try and read him better, but to no avail. I raise a brow at him, as he snickers and gives me a peck on my cheek.

I think about it for a moment, and think, 'Why the hell not?'

"Okay, show me what you mean." I smile as the wide eyed look of shock crosses his face.