She was bored; she wasn’t even sure anymore why she’d come to the island resort for singles. None of the men seemed to have any depth. It wasn’t that she necessarily wanted a lasting relationship but she had yet to feel even a spark of interest.
She sighed and left the cocktail party, shoes in hand for a solitary walk along the beach.
She paused gazing out across the water wondering again why she’d come.
She jumped and turned when a deep voice spoke from directly behind her. “Bored with the party already?”
He was tall with broad shoulders; he had dark hair and even darker eyes. He wasn’t classically handsome but something about him was riveting just the same.
“Yes. I think if one more man asks me what my sign is I might throw up.”
“That’s a pretty drastic reaction don’t you think?”
She laughed. “Probably, but its true. What about you?”
“I was bored before I got here.”
She nodded as they turned in silent agreement to continue the walk down the deserted beach.
They didn’t exchange names as they talked both enjoying the anonymity of talking with a stranger.
Feeling freer than she ever had before she told him of her darkest fantasies and he shared his.
Somehow walking in the darkness with a stranger it was easy to say things aloud that she’d never shared with another.
Without warning the skies opened above them with a torrent of rain. They’d come so far down the beach it was impossible to discern the lights of the clubhouse in the darkness.
Hand in hand they rain through the rain looking for shelter from the storm. As they cut up through the tropical foliage they found a little hidden gazebo.
They dashed inside and faced each other in the darkness. It was impossible to see the sudden storm darkening the night sky to pitch.
Lightening flashed he looked down to where the damp silk of her gown clung to her full breasts.
Under the heat of his gaze she felt her nipples tighten in response. The light faded to black once again, neither speaking as tension crackled in the air between them.
Another flash of light and their eyes met. Suddenly frightened by what she saw in his eyes she ran back out into the storm away from him, from herself.
“Wait!” He caught her turning her around to face him, when the lightening cracked again she saw everything. The heat, the hunger, the raw need that filled his eyes and knew it was mirrored in her own.
Later neither would be able to say who had moved first, but they met in the middle, kissing as the rain fell around them.
She shivered as his lips met hers opening his mouth over hers to deepen the kiss. He drew her tongue into his mouth and began a gentle suction that she felt all the way to her toes. She pressed herself closer to his body groaning as she felt him rigid against her soft belly.
They broke apart for a space of seconds, their harsh breathing mingling with the sounds of the storm.
He took her hand and pulled her after him into the gazebo. She followed no longer interested in denying the pull of his touch.
She gasped as he ran a finger down the side of her neck before easing the straps of her gown from her shoulders. Inch by inch he pulled the wet silk down her damp body until it landed in knot at her feet.
She stood proudly before him in minuscule black silk panties. She’d not worn a bra. Lightening flashed again and light played across her alabaster skin. She sucked in her breath at the intensity of the desire in his eyes.
His hand cupped her through the dampened material of her panties. A low growl coming from his throat.
“You are a naughty girl.”
He shed his damp clothing as they talked. “Do you know what happens to naughty girls?”
She shuddered as a delicious heat spread through her at his question. “Yes.”
“They get spanked.”
She heard him move in the darkness as he sat down on one of the built in benches taking her wrist in his hand. “That’s right they get spanked.” He pulled her to stand between his legs. “How do they get spanked?”
“On their bare bottoms.” She said in a breathy whisper.
“Yes they get spanked on their bare bottoms.” He said as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her long legs, urging her to step out of them.
He pulled her gently down across his naked lap and began running his palm across her upturned buttocks. Slow gliding caresses that made her shiver.
“Are you a naughty girl?” He asked as he delivered a firm swat to the undercurve of her bottom.
“Yes.” She gasped. It wasn’t really hard enough to hurt but still brought a hot sting.
He began to alternate the stinging swats with the gliding caresses, slowly building the heat in her bottom bringing it to a bright pink hue.
She found herself pushing her hips up to meet each swat and then shamefully rubbing against his hand when it came back to stroke her stinging flesh.
His caresses became longer, sweeping up her back and down her legs. His hand continuing to heat her bottom in between each stroke.
She wriggled and moaned across his thighs like a woman possessed. “Please … oh please.” She cried as his fingers made a teasing foray between her thighs. One brief touch then they were gone.
She raised her hips beseechingly, begging for more.
Three sharp swats low on the undercurve of her bottom were her reward.
Then his hand returned to the place she wanted it most. His other hand sweeping up her back as one long finger thrust deep.
She gasped as he shifted her slightly, his fingers never breaking rhythm as he positioned her so he could kiss the small of her back.
With a low moan she moved her thighs further apart to grant him better access.
Another finger joined the first, stretching her as he kissed and nibbled his way up her back.
He urged her to her knees by the bench with the hand between her legs and another beneath her stomach. Pressing her thighs further apart from behind.
She stiffened when his tongue rimmed the flesh surrounding his fingers then found the place he knew would drive her wild.
She pressed her face into the cold floor then exploded.
Then he was gone. She pressed back searching for that loving hand.
He smiled then brought that same hand down on her reddened backside five times in quick succession.
“Oooohhh!” She bucked, shocked at the waves of pleasure rippling through her from the firm swats. “Now … please …now “
He needed no further invitation. Bringing his body to surround her from behind, he thrust deeply inside.
Her body welcomed him, clamping down to pull him deeper. She moved her thighs as far apart as she could and pressed back eagerly to meet his every thrust as she sobbed her pleasure.
“Harder … yes … Harder! … yes …,”
He rode her hard and deep reveling in her passion. She convulsed around him twice before he gave in to his own passion and cried out in a silent scream of release.
Passion spent they lay together still joined on the hard cool floor of the gazebo. Listening to the rainfall against the roof.
She gently pulled the arm around her up so she could kiss his hand and tuck it beneath her chin.
He pressed a gentle kiss into her hair.
No words were spoken. None were needed. Neither wanted to spoil the magic of the storm.