Part Two: A fling in the Bahamas with a Hottie

A few hours later, I spotted her again—this time barefoot at the edge of a tiki bar tucked behind a row of palms, a few feet from the beach. The sun was still high, though the shadows were beginning to stretch. The bar was quiet. Locals sipping rum. Tourists pretending they weren’t drunk. And then her, sitting there looking stunning. 

Her hair was pulled up. A different bikini this time—one of those micro bikinis. Practically dental floss. Tiny triangle tops with plenty of side boob. The bottoms were so narrow and snug they barely covered anything. A thin throw draped over her shoulders as she leaned against the edge of the bar, laughing at something the bartender said.

But when she turned and saw me? The laughs stopped and we looked eyes and she paralyzed me with that smile.

That smile. That same smile from the beach, from the door, from the mirror. Its almost like she got lost in time for a moment and she didn’t look away.

I found a table and barely had time to sit before I noticed her getting up to leave. Then she turned—those inviting eyes locking onto mine. No wave. No words. Just a smirk that said follow me.

And then she walked away towards a path beside the bar. Barefoot, slow, hips swaying like she wasn’t in a rush to be anywhere except away from where she just was. She didn’t say a word—but she kept looking back to see if i was following her. 

That was all I needed.I followed.

The trail wound up and behind the edge of the beach, where the sand gave way to dry scrub and stone. Birds in the trees. The ocean still visible, but quieter now. She kept walking, that loose wrap barely clinging to her, letting the breeze lift it just enough for me to glimpse the curve of her thighs. The cut of her bikini. The sway of her hips with every step.

She didn’t speak. She just kept leading. And I followed..

We reached the top after ten minutes. A ridge. Flat, open. A clearing framed by palms and big white boulders, and a view that stretched from the hills behind us to the ocean far below.

I took it in—breeze moving, sunlight flashing off the water— And that’s when I noticed she was no longer in front of me. She was just a few feet away. Facing me. Smiling again.

Then, without a word, she reached up and untied the knot of her bikini top letting it fall to the ground. The bikini bottom stayed on—but that didn’t last for long.

All of the teasing had gotten to me—the soft moans, the watching hips sway as she guided me on the walk, her eyes looking back at her. So I stepped forward, gripped the sides of her bikini bottoms, and pulled them free.

Watching them peel away from her wet body was hot. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t shy away. As they dropped to the ground, she let out a sigh of relief. Her body was completely bare now—sun-kissed skin, curves illuminated by the fading light, nipples as hard as my cock.

I got to my knees, and buried my face between her legs. Her scent was intoxicating—a heady mix of perfume, sweat, and something raw and primal. That scent deepened when my hand slid lower, grazing her perfectly shaved pussy - her landing strip tickled the tip of my nose.   The heat radiating from between her legs turned me on even more. 

when my fingers pressed gently against her juicy wet lips, I could feel her tighten up. She felt tight—and even though she was soaking wet, she had a grip. I rubbed her clit slowly, and heard her let out a low, rumble of a moan. Then I started licking it with my warm tongue, and she let out a more throaty sound—half purr, half plea.

When my fingers slid down and pressed gently against her soaked, swollen lips, I felt her tighten instinctively— She was drenched, but still gripped my fingers with a kind of pulsing pressure that made my breath catch. Even soaking wet, she was impossibly tight.

I circled her clit with my warm tongue, slow, deliberate strokes, and she let out a low, rumbling moan—deep in her throat, primal and raw. 

When I leaned in and ran my tongue over her lips, warm and steady, she gasped again, this time higher, needier—half purr, half plea. Her hands trembled behind her, as I watched her reactions, my cock grew thicker, pulsating for attention. When I looked up from between her legs, I saw her bite down on her lip, eyes locked on mine, nodding wordlessly.

More.

She parted her thighs wider, still kneeling, still leaning back— raising her hips like she was offering me more of her pussy. The muscles in her stomach tightened with each breath, and heat radiating between her legs was impossible to ignore and incredibly hot. 

As soon as I started to suck on her clit, she opened for me instantly—like her body had been waiting for it. Her taste flooded my tongue—sweet, tangy, impossibly delicious. I groaned into her, savoring the flavor as I licked her slowly, then pushed my tongue as deep inside her as it would go, filling her completely before retreating to tease her again with light, deliberate flicks.

Each one made her gasp—sharp, breathless sounds that told me just how much she needed more. And when I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked gently, her whole body reacted. Her hips jerked against my mouth, chasing the pressure, needing the rhythm.

I didn’t stop. I wanted to feel her come on my tongue.

She was loving it. I brought my hand to her again—this time with no hesitation—and slid four fingers deep inside her. She gasped, her whole body lurching forward from the sudden fullness. But she didn’t stop me. She opened wider.

My tongue stayed busy, thumb pressing into her clit, teasing and rubbing with practiced rhythm as I worked her. I gave her everything I had—pumping into her harder and deeper than I ever have. It was as hot as it was intense - I remember feeling her pussy clamp down on my fingers like a clamp, as her hips bucked and she came like a faucet - body thrashing with pleasure she could no longer control it anymore. 

I can’t forget—those eyes. Locked onto mine, with a shocked look. Even as her mouth fell open holding back a silent scream, she never looked away.

“More,” she whispered, voice breaking. “Don’t stop.”

I didn’t.

I pressed deeper, curling my fingers just right, until she was clutching at my shirt, tearing at the fabric, at anything she could grab, as I finger fucked her - her cum coated my hand—thick, warm - relentless, she rocked against me, chasing every last ounce of pleasure.

Then she gasped—loud, raw, breath catching in her throat- the loudest I had heard - it was music to my ears. 

Her hands gripped my shoulders, not to push me away—but to ground herself. Because at that moment, she was another dimension.

And I was the only thing keeping her tethered to the earth, was me.