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This is a rewrite of Adventure in Paradise, so apologies to those who have read that although there are a lot of changes and additions and a new ending.


Sarah looked around her suite at the island resort. It was luxurious, with marble in the bathroom and a balcony overlooking the ocean.

She unpacked quickly then lay on the double bed and stared at the ceiling with tears in her eyes. This was the bed she had been going to share with Roger, her fianc?until two months ago when he had called off their marriage. She had been devastated. She adored him, they had been living together for two years so happily, he was perfect for her, they had talked so much about sharing their lives together and the family they would have.

She had thought of canceling the reservation but over the two months she was in grief. Grief from missing Roger, grief from missing her relationship and grief from loneliness. It had been unnerving to go to parties without a partner and going home alone to her apartment afterwards and an empty bed was even worse. It was the loneliest time of her life. A lot of men would have liked have to changed that, but she compared them to Roger and none got past polite conversation.

Sarah owned a boutique and with her flair for style, her flair for fashion and her hard nosed business sense she was successful and she never had to worry about money. But her mind had become preoccupied with Roger and her loneliness, she had become stressed, her business had suffered and her accountant had said she needed a holiday.

She went to her balcony. The beach was bordered by palm trees, the sand was white, there were windsurfers scudding across the bay and gentle waves lapped onto the beach. She looked to her right and saw a big swimming pool surrounded by deck chairs. She took in the view for ten minutes then thought she had to do something.

“It's time for a swim.”

She took off her clothes and looked at herself in a full length mirror as she put on her bikini.
“35 and not too bad. Not too bad at all.”
She was tall and slim with waving black hair which came to her shoulders. Big brown eyes, chiseled cheek bones and generous lips. The only small lines she had were where she smiled. She was a competitive age group swimmer, with lightly muscled arms, abs and legs and her B cup breasts looked larger than that as they proudly jutted out from her slim torso. Her media people always liked it when she modeled the clothes for her boutique.

She put a sundress on top and wandered through the lobby. She looked at the resort shops, looked at the postcards and decided there was no-one she wanted to send one to. She resolved that she had to do something, so she booked a bus tour for the next morning and a fishing trip for the next.

The gardens were huge and lovely with towering palm trees, a blaze of color from the bushes, buzzing from the insects and brilliantly colored tropical birds flitting through the trees.

Only half the deck chairs around the pool were taken and Sarah found one in the shade. There were some family groups and some couples. Her heart sank, everyone was sharing this holiday with family and friends. Everyone except her.

She heard shouts of laughter and looked around. There was a group playing volleyball. College students on vacation she guessed. About 10 young men and young women with tanned bodies were having the times of their lives. Her loneliness sunk in more and she opened her book.

After an hour Sarah was hot so she took off her sundress and swam in the pool. The cool water was refreshing and she pushed herself to swim 25 fast lengths. When she got out she was aware of men's eyes on her but she was used to this and comfortably ignored them and returned to her book.

When she was dry she put on her sundress and decided to walk past the volleyball court to go to the beach. A girl walked close to her to pick up the ball and gave her a friendly grin.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi,” Sarah smiled and replied.
As she was walking away from the court the volleyball bounced at her feet. She picked it up and turned around. A tall, blond haired young man was coming to collect it.
“Catch,” Sarah smiled and threw it to him.
“Thanks.” He caught it and went back to the court.
“Did he blush?” Sarah asked herself.

The beach was white sands, palm trees, an almost tranquil sea, seabirds soaring in the sky and lots of couples and people in groups. It was a paradise and Sarah wished she had never come.

In the evening she overcame her inclination to have a meal in her room, strolled into town and found a small restaurant for dinner. The ethnic food was delicious, the service was friendly, there was a noisy, boisterous atmosphere and everyone was having a good time. Except for Sarah. The other restaurant guests were all couples or groups. She looked at her book but couldn't read.

She wandered through the town, poking into some of the small shops, then she heard some music and followed it to a night club. Dancing was one of the passions of her life.

Everyone there was younger but that didn't bother her as she was confident with her appearance. One young man asked her to dance. She enjoyed it as he was a good dancer but after two dances the music slowed, he put an arm around her waist and Sarah made her excuses and went to the bar. Two good looking men came to talk, but she wasn't interested and soon they took the message and left her alone.

The girl who had said "Hi" to her at the volleyball came over to the bar and they started to talk as she waited for her drink. Her name was Jeanie and she was studying fashion so when she learned that Sarah had a boutique they kept talking. They were joined by a confident and enthusiastic young man who had a winning smile.

"Sarah, this is my boyfriend Brad. Brad, Sarah owns a fashion boutique. It's really interesting, I'd like to do that someday."
Brad joined in the conversation and the three of them struck up a rapport.
"Sarah, why don't you come and meet the others?" asked Brad.

He introduced her to all the young women and young men. They were a happy group and welcomed her and, as she had thought, they were students who had come for a holiday after their exams.

The last she was introduced to was the boy who she had thrown the volleyball to. He was tall and gangly and looked awkward as he came over.
“Al, this is Sarah.”
“Hi Al,” Sarah smiled at him.
“Hi.” He glanced quickly at her, then looked away. Sarah's attention was diverted for a moment and when she turned back he was gone.

Two of the boys asked her to dance and she happily joined them. Once she noticed Al looking at her but as soon as he saw her glance he blushed and turned away. She sat a table and talked with Brad and Jeanie. She worked out that Jeanie was a sort of mother hen to the group and Brad just carried everyone along with his enthusiasm.

Sarah saw that a lot of them tried to help Al join in. Some girls dragged him onto the dance floor where he danced awkwardly and sat down after one song.
“Al is very shy isn't he,” said Sarah remembering his blush when she had thrown him the volleyball.
“He is, always has been. And his father died a year ago after a horrible long illness. We don't think he has recovered yet. He and Brad are in the same class and basketball team and they used to room together until Brad and I got together.” said Jeanie.
“We were surprised when he said he would come here,”
“Look at him dancing, he's so uptight and awkward. You wouldn't think it was the same person if you saw him on the basketball court, he's like a gazelle there.”
“Never had a girlfriend as far as I know. I just wish he'd find someone and get laid.”
Brad gave Jeanie a big squeeze and she kissed his cheek.

Brad took Sarah onto the dance floor. What he lacked in natural rhythm he made up for in enthusiasm and Sarah became happy and relaxed. She talked and danced with a lot of her new found friends. Then the music slowed and the couples started to embrace as they danced. Sarah watched some of the girls clinging tightly to their partners and kissing them. Her loneliness swamped her again and she went back to the hotel.

She thought about the tragic story Jeanie had told her about Al's father. She thought about how terrible it would be to watch a loved one die like that. That put her own issues with Roger into perspective and she resolved to stop wallowing in self pity. She thought about that awkward and gawky and vulnerable young man and wondered how it would have been for him.

The next morning she went on her a tour of the island with its white sand beaches. Some were developed and built up but others were absolutely deserted. It was all very beautiful but Sarah realized that sightseeing alone was an empty experience. She felt loneliness and depression clouding over her.

Again the pool wasn't crowded when she went in the afternoon and there were plenty of deck chairs in the shade to choose from. She saw Al lying on one, alone and reading.

Sarah thought about how awkward and isolated he seemed to be, how vulnerable he seemed to be and so shy and how he had blushed when he had seen her. It was an almost maternal instinct which made her decide to sit beside him.

“Hi Al, how's things?”
He looked up and Sarah saw him blush again.
“OK . ah . ah . thanks.”
“Is anyone sitting here?”
“No, y , you're welcome.”
She sat down and tried to make some conversation.
“What's the book?”
He held it out.
“I've read that, it's great. Are you enjoying it?”
“Yeah, it's cool.”
“Well, I won't tell you what happens,” she laughed as she sat down.

She tried to talk more but he only stammered brief replies. She noticed he couldn't look her in the eyes and sometimes a little of that blush returned. He made obvious efforts to return to his book so Sarah picked up hers and they sat side by side reading in silence.

It was time for Sarah's swim and she stood up and took off her sundress. Al glanced over his book. He had already seen her gorgeous long legs.

As Sarah's dress went up he saw her bikini briefs. They were white and they were small. The shape of her pubic mound could be seen in the fabric which stopped only just above. Then her flat stomach and her thin waist and her navel. Her bikini bra only covered half her breasts and he saw the smooth roundness of the bare skin.

Sarah lathered sunblock over her face and front and legs. He glimpsed her breasts moving under her hands, saw her fingers rub up the inside of her thighs right up to her briefs.

Sarah was aware of his glances but she didn't mind and took no notice.
“If you don't want men to look at you, don't wear a small bikini” was her attitude.

“Al, can I ask a favor please?”
He looked up.
“I don't want to get sunburnt on my back. Could you put put some sunblock on please?
Without waiting for answer, she lay down on her towel, undid her bra strap and held out the tube of sunblock. There was no ulterior motive in her request; she simply didn't want to get sunburnt.

Al looked down in confusion. From the first moment he had seen Sarah the day before he thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Maybe she was seven years older but she was stunning. He had never been close to such a woman wearing a bikini before, let alone touch one. His shyness had always made it almost impossible to talk with girls and his only two sexual experiences had been one night stands when both he and the girls were drunk.

Now here was Sarah with her naked back wanting him to touch it. He could see the side of her breast. He looked down her slim straight back and saw that her tiny bikini briefs showed a lot of perfect, smooth and rounded buttocks and he could see right to the top of her thighs.

Sarah was holding out the sunblock expectantly so he knelt down beside her. She brushed her hair from her neck but a few strands were still there and tentatively Al stroked them away, touching her skin.
“That tickled,” giggled Sarah.
At first his hands were trembling but he brought himself under control as Sarah chatted.

“Where are the others?”
“Gone into town to do some shopping.”
“Didn't you want to go?”
“You can only do so much shopping and sometimes I like to read.”
“So do I. There's nothing like a good book.”

“Brad says you're an ace at basketball.”
“Anyone is an ace compared to Brad.”
They laughed together and Al relaxed a little.

“What are you studying at college?”
“Computer science. I've just finished the second year.”
“So you must be 19 or 20.”
“19.”
“19. That makes me feel so old.”
“You're not that old,” he said. “You must be 26 - 27.”
She turned her head and smiled at him. “Much older than that.”
“Well you look like 26 to me.”
“Al, you do say the loveliest things.” She laughed and he turned crimson red.

“Why did you come on holiday by yourself? Isn't it lonely?”
Sarah thought this was a bit personal but answered truthfully.
“Well, I was going to come with someone, but he changed his mind.”
“He must be mad.”
Sarah laughed. “Either him or me.”

Al put down the sunblock.
“I think that's pretty much all.”
“Thanks. I didn't want to get burnt.” She noticed he hadn't gone right to the edge of her bikini so she did that herself.

Sarah had intended to go swimming straight away but changed her mind since she had broken down some of his barriers. She waved to a waiter.

“I'm going to have some tea. Would you like something?”
He settled for a coke.

She asked him questions about his college and his interests. Basketball was his favorite, he swam a lot for exercise and he liked skiing.
“How long have you been skiing?”
“My Dad first took me up when I was six.”
His eyes glazed over and he stopped talking.
Sarah patted his hand. “Jeanie told me about your father last night. I thought it was so sad. You must miss him so much.”

Al turned towards her and saw that her sympathy was genuine from her misty eyes and anguished face. He made an effort to pull himself together.

Sarah stood up.
“So, you reckon you can swim a bit, do you Al?” She pointed to the pool. “25 lengths is 750 meters. Are you up to that?”
Al saw the challenge in her smile. He stood up and grinned at her.

“How much of a start do you want?” he asked. This time he looked at her straight in the eye.

He took off his T shirt and she saw that he was a swimmer. He had a slim waist and hips but had powerful shoulders and pecs.

Sarah was a competitive person and all thoughts of sympathy went from her mind as she started. She set a steady and demanding pace but each time she looked across she saw him swimming beside her with a slow, long armed style. At 400 meters she decided to burn him him off and upped her efforts, but there he was, his arms moving in that same relaxed tempo. She made a charge over the last 60 meters but they touched the rail at the same time.

“Dead heat” said Al.
She splashed him with water and laughed. “You could have beaten me easily.” But she was glad to see that he was panting.

“We're all going to the club again tonight.”
“I'll see you there. I'm having dinner with a couple I met today. I'll probably come later on.”

She had a pleasant evening with an elderly couple she had met on the bus. They excused themselves at 11 and Sarah went to change. She was looking forward to the club. There were great kids and good company and no-one minded that she didn't have a partner.

“26 did he say? OK, let's see what we can do.”
She didn't let her hair flow as she normally did, she drew it back tightly. From her modeling she knew about a good deal about makeup and a few understated touches were applied. She put on one her favorite dancing dresses. It was red, skin tight to her hips but flared below. It started half way down her breasts and finished six inches above her knees.

She drew admiring glances as she went into the club and the boys all wanted to dance with her. The girls took it in turns to dance with Al and this time he danced for at least two songs. Once they danced near each other and Sarah gave a little wave. This time he didn't blush and he smiled at her

Sarah sat a table with Brad and Jeanie.
“Look at Al, he looks as if he might actually be enjoying himself,” said Jeanie.
“Yeah, I think he's coming out of his shell at last,” replied Brad.

Sarah had been waiting for Al to ask her to dance, but realized that she would have take the initiative and walked over to him.

“Al, you're the only one who hasn't danced with me. Do you think I'm too old for you?” She looked at him with the same challenging smile she had at the pool, grabbed his hand and pulled him up.

She toned down her style so that it wasn't too much for him. Gradually he relaxed and started to copy some of her movements and Sarah saw some small traces of that gazelle. She wriggled her hips a little more expansively and in a few moments he followed. He looked at her and they grinned at each other. He watched her and other dancers and soon realized there really wasn't too much to learn. It was how you did it, not what what you did.

Sarah could see what was happening and started to raise the pitch again and soon he responded. He didn't just copy her and they danced as a couple.

Others of the group joined them and the music was turned up louder. Caught in the atmosphere and following more people's moves, Al's gazelle emerged and Sarah let her inhibitions go. She swayed her hips and moved closer towards him with her hands over her head. They looked into each other's eyes and grinned again.

She knew she danced sensuously. It wasn't something she did all the time, only with a partner who was good and interacted with her on the floor. She didn't do it calculatedly but just as Al was responding to her, she was responding to him. Al looked at her and had never seen anything so sexy in his life. He picked up the atmosphere more, picked up the beat more and the gazelle in him was fully set free.

Sarah taught him how to jive and he was thrilled to the hold her hand and waist. His confidence increased and he was strong as he twirled her around the dance floor. The more strong and assertive he became, the more Sarah responded. She had her challenging smile and a twinkle in her eyes as she held out her hand for him to take. As she swirled, her dress flared showing her thighs and knickers.

“You take your eyes away from that Brad,” hissed Jeanie.
“It's Al I'm looking at. He looks like some sort of matador. She's done that in half an hour.”

The music changed and they switched dancing styles. Sarah was carried away, she loved dancing so much and she danced with her body writhing like a python. Al watched for a moment then joined her. She smiled her challenging smile, came closer, put her hands on his shoulders with her arms almost straight and they matched each other's rhythm and movements. She changed from a sideways movement of her hips to thrusting, which Al matched, then she pulled away again. Al watched her coming to him with his confident grin and when she put her hands on his shoulders he put his on hers. They looked into each other's eyes, their faces only half a meter apart as they bounced their hips towards each other.

The music stopped for a dance break. Sarah laughed from exhilaration still keeping one hand on his shoulder.
“Thanks Al, you're a great dancer.”
“I wasn't an hour ago.”
“You've got a lovely feel for rhythm. And you're so light on your feet and so strong.”
“Thanks for teaching me, I never knew I could do it.”
“You're a natural.”

Before he could blush, she pecked his cheek. “I've got to go. I'm going fishing at five tomorrow morning.”
“We're going to an ocean beach tomorrow afternoon Sarah. Want to come?” asked Brad.
“What time are you going?”
“What time are you back from fishing?”
“Midday.”
“See you in the lobby at half past.”

After Sarah had gone Al didn't want to dance with anyone else and left soon after her.
Jeanie spoke sternly to Brad. “Now I don't want you or any of the other guys making any of your suggestive jokes to him later on.”
“Hell, that was some display they put on. I hope she isn't a cock teaser.”
“Mmmm,” said Jeanie. “I hope not too. I don't think she's that sort of person. We'll see what happens tomorrow, I guess.”

In her hotel room, as her exhilaration wore off Sarah suddenly felt guilty. She had a fair idea of the effect her dancing like that would have on a naive young man like Al.

“Was I being a cheap cock teaser with that poor boy? I danced with him for so long, he was the only one I jived with and the only one I touched.
"Why did I wear that dress? I know shows my legs all the way up."

When she had started talking to him at the pool it had been been out of sympathy and to help him with his shyness. Then she remembered his grin when he had asked her how much start she wanted. She had liked that.

She had empathized with him as his emotions showed when he talked about his father and she had thought how brave he was.

She remembered how quickly he had become such a good dancer. She thought about his strength and confidence when they had jived. She realized that she had danced like that in response to him. She had liked it when they had smiled at each other. When she had put her hands on his shoulders, it hadn't been out of sympathy, it was because she had wanted to. She had been waiting for him to put his hands on hers and she had liked it when he did.

“I wonder if he knew how sexy he was when he danced like that?

She remember his lean muscled body at the swimming pool and the texture of his young skin.

“Here's the question for you Sarah. Would you like to be fucking him right now?”

She thought for just a moment. “You bet I would.”

That body, that lithe strength, that lovely confident smile she was seeing more of, his sensitivity and that sense of humor she was seeing traces of. And in that youthful, awkward way, his sexiness.

Then she started to have self doubts. A 35 year old woman with a 19 year old boy? Why would he want to?



Al was shy and easily embarrassed and unsuccessful with girls, but he had all the 19 year old male urges. In his room he relived every moment of the most exciting day of his life.

“God, she is so beautiful and so sexy and so nice. Putting that sunblock on her back. And that dancing together, that was out of this world and she danced with me far longer than she danced with anyone else. Dancing so close and holding her with her hips moving like that!."

He thought some more. "Hey, I was pretty good." He grinned as he remembered how he twirled her when they were jiving and how she had moved towards him holding out her hand.

Then he remembered how all of her legs had showed as she had swirled with her dress flaring. And her knickers. And the bulge of her pubic mound. It took him a minute or so to compose this thoughts.

"And she said I was a natural and she kept holding me after the music stopped and she kissed my cheek.”

He remembered her twinkling, challenging smiles. When she had challenged him to a race at the pool, when she had grabbed his hand and pulled him up to dance, when she had held out her hand for him when they were jiving, when they looked into each other's eyes when they were dancing with their hands on each other's shoulders.

That smile had seemed to say, "Are you man enough?"

A panic attack. “She'll know everything about sex and I don't know anything. I won't do it properly.

He calmed down. “What the hell are you thinking? Sarah with someone like me? Why would she want to?”



The students were waiting in a small bus they had rented. Jeanie had kept a seat for Sarah beside her and Al was down the back. The music and laughter was loud as they drove for half an hour on the asphalt and another half hour on potholed dirt road to a deserted palm fringed beach. This was on the ocean side of the island and large breakers foamed and crashed onto the beach.

Sarah lay on her towel and undid her bikini bra strap.
“Please Al, you know what to do.” She held out the sunblock and Al knelt down beside her.
Jeanie and Brad looked at each other in surprise.
“Al was a gentleman yesterday and helped me at the pool,” Sarah explained seeing their glances.
“Gentleman? I'll bet he wasn't thinking gentleman's thoughts,” said Brad.
As soon as Sarah had asked for him to sunblock her back again Al was confident that it was game on. He looked up at Brad and Jeanie, grinned and gave them a big, slow wink.

“Come on Brad, let's leave them to it. I need some sunblock on me. Why can't you be a gentleman like Al, for goodness' sake?”

Sarah hadn't seen Al's wink but she laughed with him. She noticed that his touch was more confident and delicate and this time he went right down to the edge of her bikini. Like Al, she realized it was game on. Especially when he spanked her lightly on her bikini briefs and said “Finished.”

Al passed the sunblock to Sarah and lay on his towel.
“Please Sarah, you know what to do.”
Sarah knew a bit about massage and her fingers drifted over his back as she admired his lean muscles. It was just as well that Al was lying on his front as his erection shot up.
“Finished.” said Sarah slapping his backside hard.
He had to stay lying there for five minutes until his erection subsided.

The ocean breakers were big and warm and strong. Brad and Jeanie and two other long term couples went five hundred meters along the beach so that they could swim naked. Sarah would have liked to have joined them but she thought that could be pushing things too fast.

With four others they frolicked and body surfed in the breakers. The others had seemed to have formed into couples and were touching a lot and holding hands and Al and Sarah drifted together. Sarah was a strong swimmer but she didn't know about body surfing. She watched how Al dived under the breakers as they waded out and copied that. Then she watched in frustration as Al seemed to catch each wave perfectly while she just couldn't time her start.

When Al came out to her again Sarah asked if he could show her how.
“OK, just float on your stomach.”
He had one arm supporting her under her stomach and the other behind her feet. He could feel her smooth skin and the firmness of her abs.
She heard a wave approaching and then felt him push powerfully on her feet. She caught the wave perfectly and felt the thrill of the speed and the foam and the turbulence of the water on her body.

Al caught the next wave and was soon beside her in the shallows. He looked at her in her wet bikini which clung to the shape of her breasts and to the shape of her pubic mound.

“This so much fun.” She gave him an excited hug. “Let's do it again.”

She dragged him out by hand and didn't let go until they were far enough out for the next wave. On the third wave Sarah lost her balance on Al's arm and slipped through the water. He felt her body slide against his arm, felt her bikini bra being pushed up and a momentary touch of his arm against her bare breast. The wave crashed over them and when Al surfaced Sarah was finishing adjusting her bikini. He expected her to complain, but she shrieked with laughter and splashed him with water

After two more rides Sarah was able to get started by herself. Al missed holding her in the water but each time they walked back out they held hands.

“There's a big one,” said Al. “We''ll need to get further out
Sarah saw the large swell in the distance and waded out further but it was hard to keep balance in the deeper turbulent water. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist and held on with an arm around around his shoulder. Both looked at the progress of the swell and Al gave her a few pointers on dealing with big waves, but was very much aware of her legs around him. She moved into position as the gathering breaker towered over them and had a moment of panic before catching it at exactly the right time.

It was one of the most exciting experiences of her life, her body half out of the water in the front of the wave, the power of the wave, the surf crashing around her, the spray, the noise and the speed. When she stood up she jiggled with excitement.

“Al, that was incredible.” She hugged him. Her eyes were glowing with pleasure as she looked into his face, before she closed her eyes and kissed him. Al felt her soft lips, felt them part and felt her tongue run across his lips. He opened his mouth and felt her tongue explore his. As they stood he could feel her breasts against his chest and her hips against his and her smooth, wet body.

Another wave came in and almost knocked them over and they went out again. There was a long wait for the next good wave so Sarah jumped up again and wrapped her legs around his waist. Only this time she was facing him with her pelvis pushed into his bathers. As she kissed him he put his arms around her bottom to hold her up. His erection was rising and they didn't notice the next wave which crashed into them and knocked them over. When they surfaced Sarah laughed again and hugged him.

They looked to the beach and saw that the others were preparing the barbecue.
“We should go in and help,” said Sarah.

They caught the next wave and when they got out of the water Sarah kissed Al's cheek.
“That was so much fun. Thanks Al, thank you for showing me how to do that.”
“You're a natural.”
They laughed and held hands as they walked. Al worked out that one of the reasons liked Sarah so much was that she was so quick to give genuine praise and thanks.

Sarah put on a singlet and a long cotton sarong which floated around her legs. She did her bit to help with the fire and the food then took a glass of wine and sat by herself looking at the surf. She felt a glow of contentment wash over her. The thrill of the surfing, the great company of the students who accepted her so warmly. She hadn't felt so relaxed since before that terrible night with Roger.

She looked at them, such a nice group of kids. No, not kids, just great company. She noticed Al talking to some of the girls, so relaxed in contrast to that first night in the disco. She remembered how strong he was when he was holding her up. She remembered the feel of his smooth young skin.

“If I'd got pregnant the first time I did it, my child would be the same age as he is.”

She thought about the simple facts of life for a 35 year old woman and that her most likely men would be over 40. She compared his sleek and powerful young body and the boyish confidence and enthusiasm he was showing more and more. She knew from their kisses that he wasn't experienced and Brad had said that he'd never had a girlfriend, but that didn't matter.

“I think we'll be good for each other, young Al,” she thought as she walked to the barbecue.

Al and Sarah mingled with the others as they ate and when it was dark the stereo was turned up and the dancing started. Some of Al's friends danced with Sarah and she saw how he was comfortable asking the girls to dance with him and saw that he was the best of the boys at dancing.

After an hour Al came over to Sarah. “Sarah, you never dance with me. Am I too young for you?”

They started apart but fed off each other's eroticism. They smiled at each other as each raised the tempo. Her sarong sometimes opened showing her lovely legs and he could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. They bounced their hips towards each other and Sarah moved closer, her arms over her head and rubbed her hips into his, then moved back. The next time she came close Al pretended to reject her by moving away but then came forward, his hips into hers and clasped her backside for a moment.

The others watched in fascination for a minute then moved away. The next time Sarah came close she held him around his ass and Al put his arms lightly around her shoulders. They writhed hip to hip and breasts to chest, then separated again. The times apart became less frequent and the times in contact became longer until they were swaying together. Sarah raised her face, Al lowered his and they kissed as they swayed to the music.

Al was sure that they would be making love that night and the long buildup which had really started a day ago when they were dancing, had continued in the surf and now, feeling her body and kisses, was starting to drive him crazy. Then his doubts.
“She's so sophisticated and so sexy and so experienced. He panicked. “God, I don't know what to do except just sticking my dick in. I'll stuff up.”

He worried about his erection. Surely Sarah could feel it? Then he realized that she certainly could as she was rubbing against it. Well, he didn't mind if she didn't. He drifted one hand down her back to her bottom and gently squeezed and Sarah hugged him tighter.
He made the sensible decision. “This is unbelievable. She's the boss, I'll just go with her flow.”

Some of the other couples drifted further off into the darkness with obvious intentions. Sarah didn't want that, she wanted their first to be special and in complete privacy, she wanted to slow it down, she didn't want a one minute quickie and it was her painful experience that sex and sand didn't mix. She led him some distance from the others.

“Lie down here please Al.”
He didn't know what was happening but she was the boss. He lay on his back and Sarah lay on her back at right angles, her head resting on his stomach. They looked up at the stars and moon and listened to the ocean's roar. Sarah took his hand, delicately stroked it with her fingers tips then placed it on her breast holding it their with her hand.
“You did that on purpose out there didn't you?”
“Did what?” replied Al knowing exactly what she was talking about.
“Taking my bikini top off.”
“No, I thought that was your idea,” he laughed.
“Perhaps it was an act of God?”
“Thank you God,” he laughed again.

Another silence and he felt her nipple harden and softly stroked it between his fingers. He looked at her face, silver in the moonlight, with a tranquil, dreamy expression. He looked down at her legs where the split in her sarong was wide and he saw her thighs glinting in the moonlight.

He looked at his hand on her breast with hers holding it there.
“Surely she won't mind,” he thought and gently eased his hand under her singlet.
She didn't seem to mind at all and as soon as his hand was inside she put hers on top. He felt the smoothness of her breast, felt the jutting nipple and the texture of her aureole.

“I'd like it if you took off my top.”
She sat up and he nervously tugged her singlet up. The moon and the stars cast their silver over her upper body, over her firm small breasts and over her brown nipples. Sarah stayed sitting up as he looked at her body in awe. Then he looked into her eyes.
“I. .I don't know what to say,' he stammered.
“You don't have to say anything dear Al,” she whispered.
She went back to lying with her head on his stomach and returned his hand to her silver body.

Someone had turned the stereo off. There was no sound but the roar of the surf and the rustle of the leaves in the breeze. There was no light except for the moon and the stars.
He started to squeeze her breasts.
“Sometimes I like it like this.”
Like a feather she drifted her fingertips over his hand.

As gently as he possibly could Al traced his fingers over Sarah's breasts over her aureoles and nipples, then over her flat stomach, over her navel, over her collar bones, even more gently over her throat and her forehead, her eyelids, her cheek bones, over her ears and nose and lips and chin. He watched her face all the time and saw her gentle smile.

She took off his T shirt.
“You're not allowed to move. Nothing at all.”
She lay on him, he could feel her breasts against his chest and her pubic bone on his erection. Ever so gently she kissed him all over his face, his forehead, eyelids, nose and cheeks and lips and ears and throat. Then she repeated it all, licking with the tip of her tongue.

Al thought he was on a different planet; the planet ecstasy.

She rolled off and lay beside him giving him a big kiss.
“Now you can do it like before.”
Al drifted his finger tips over her nipples.
“No Al, like before that”
He took the hint and squeezed her breasts as she kissed and hugged him. But he had learn the lesson she had taught and mixed firmness with tenderness as he pleasured her breasts and she kissed him with her tongue in his mouth. She wrapped a leg around his and he could feel her pubic mound pushing against him.

They heard the sound of the bus and saw its lights. Sarah handed Al his T shirt and put on her singlet.
“It's been a lovely day and you've been so lovely.”
“You've taken me to another world.”
The others returned from the darkness with some of the girls adjusting their clothes.

There was no music in the bus this time and no talking and the lights were off. Al and Sarah sat on a double bench seat. Sarah snuggled into his shoulder and he put his arm around her. She took his other hand, found the gap on her sarong and put Al's hand on the inside of her thigh, just below her pussy and because she had been up since half past four she went straight to sleep.

Al relived the afternoon. Swimming in the surf, the laughter and the kisses and hugs. Her body in the moonlight, how perfect every millimeter of her skin was, her kisses and her tongue.
Had he stuffed up? Yes he was squeezing too hard and she told him to be be softer. But later she said she wanted that. He was confused but then he realized that he had to try different things and see what she wanted.
He looked down at his hand on her thigh. God that was so nice, so intimate. He could see the edge of her knickers. He moved his hand up so that it was just touching them.
They came into the lights of the town and everyone woke. Sarah looked at Al's hand, smiled at him, then squeezed his hand and moved it away.

Back at the hotel they unloaded the bus then Sarah took Al's arm.
“Al, I wanted to talk about that book with you.”
“Book? I don't think there will be too much reading. Or too much talking,” muttered Brad to Jeanie.

In her bedroom Sarah kissed Al, holding him and stroking his hair.
“We need to have a shower. Would you mind taking my clothes off?”
“Mind? No I don't think I'll mind too much,” said Al in a croak.

He lifted her singlet and saw those breasts again. The size of apples with brown aureoles. Sarah moved his hand to the ties of her sarong and soon that too was on the floor. She pecked his lips and guided his fingers onto her knickers and they were eased off.

Al had seen her in a very small bikini but the sight of Sarah naked was something different altogether. Her trimmed, black pubic hair and total nudity was an awe inspiring sight of perfect sexuality.

She came to him, kissed him then guided his face to her breasts and held him as he kissed her nipple. Then she stood back.

“Right, let's get rid of all this this sand.”
She led him into the bathroom and quickly and firmly took off his clothes. In a moment Al was standing naked and extremely embarrassed with the hardest erection of his life. Sarah did nothing to help, looking at it closely, then she tenderly stroked it and smiled.
“Hi there stranger, although you're not really a stranger the way Al pushed you into me.”
“I did not. You pushed into me.”
“I most certainly did not. It must have been an act of God.”
“Thank you God,” they said and laughed together.

Sarah turned on the shower and beckoned him in. Under the jets of water in the shower she washed his body with a flannel and soap. There was nothing sensuous in her touch as she rubbed to clean off every grain of sand and salt. Even his erection was firmly rubbed with the flannel in a professional, nurse like manner.

Then her attitude changed and she kissed him again and he felt her fingers fondle his balls.

“I wonder if this is really clean. I'd better make sure.”

Before Al understood what she was talking about she was on her knees under the jets of water from the shower and his knob was being licked. She licked everywhere carefully and then took him right to the back of her throat. Al had only ever fantasized about oral sex before and was out of his mind with excitement as her head bobbed up and down. He felt her lips running along his shaft, he felt his knob move over her tongue and rub against her throat. The long build up, the excitement that she was really doing this and wonderful sensations combined into an almost instant reaction.

“Sarah I'm going to come,” he gasped and tried to pull her head back.
But she pushed forward and Al felt a load of jism shoot through his perineum, along his shaft and explode through his knob and into her throat. Sarah stood up and then swallowed and licked her lips.

“Hello Alistair.”

She guided him out onto the balcony and they looked out at the dark sea and sky and the moon and the stars. Al put his arm around her and she snuggled in. Al was bewildered. A woman doing that to him, Sarah doing it to him! He nuzzled her hair. Then another panic attack about what she would expect him to do for her.

On the bed they started kissing again. Al's feeling of intimacy for Sarah showed and he kissed her with passion and tenderness, their tongues entangled and their saliva intermingled. Sarah ran her fingers over his body and he responded, she kissed his nipples and he responded and she pleasured his genitals and he responded.

Sarah liked his touch but realized that he knew little, if anything about a woman's body. She thought of telling him, but by now she was desperate to feel his cock inside her and guided him in.

“Just slowly at the start Al,” she said as he started to pound.
She wrapped her legs tightly around him, stopping him moving and squeezed her vaginal muscles.
“Ah, that feels so lovely having you right in there.”
He felt the wonderful exciting sensations for a moment then gradually started moving. He felt her hips thrusting up to him, then his 19 year old's hormones took over and he came in a rush.

The excitement of the day, the sun and surf and exercise caught up with Al and he went to sleep with his head on Sarah's shoulder and a hand covering her left breast. Sarah lay on her back thinking. That had been a terrible fuck, she hadn't come, she hadn't been within miles of coming. He'd just pounded, got his quick thrill with no thought for her at all. And he hadn't gone down on her when she had judged his head.

“I've been stupid. I've made a fool of myself. Why did I do it with a boy, why would I think a young kid would be any good?” She looked at his sleeping face. “I don't want him here all night.”

Then she remembered that it was only his first and her mind went back to their dancing at the club and on the beach, all that fun and kissing and touching in the surf and especially how he had traced his fingers all over her face and upper body on the beach. How good it had been sucking his cock in the shower. Al's cock. How good his cock had felt inside her before he had got carried away. Al's cock.

She kissed his forehead, put her hand over his on her breast. “That was just your first. This is just the start young man,” she smiled to herself before going to sleep.



Al woke first and took a moment to work out where he was, then he saw Sarah's beautiful face and saw the shape of her body under the sheet.
“Have I really had sex with her? Did she really do those all wonderful things to me?” As well as sexual desire and fascination at her beauty, he felt a wave of tenderness.
“I've got to find out what I should do.”

He went from the bedroom to the living room and did a Google search. It took him a while to sort through the hardcore sites but eventually found some instruction sites. One in particular caught his attention.

“Now man, read this and read it good. Your going to get all my wisdom, all my research and most of all, the results of thousands of hours of my field testing. Thousands and thousands of hours. Hell my back hurts.

“Now first you've got to understand that your biggest sex organ is your brain not your dick. Except if you are hung like me of course. LOL, only joking man. And her biggest sex organ is her brain, even if she's built like Emmy Lou who's got two beach balls in her bra. WOW! Hi Emmy Lou, how's things?

“And second rule is remember what it says in the good book. 'Give and you shall receive.' You find out what makes her happy and she'll find out what makes you happy. You make her excited and she'll make you excited. You make her groan and moan and yell and scream and bounce like a bucking bronco, writhe like a snake in red-hot fry pan, then pretty soon you're into fantasy world, man.

“Hell, I'm getting horny thinking about it. Hell, I'm getting a hard. Hell, is that a howitzer gun barrel I've got in my boxers? Emmy Lou! Where are you when I need you doll?”

Al read in fascination and sometimes he breathed in sharply. “Jesus Christ, will Sarah really like it if I do that to her? Will she let me do that?”

“Go for it man. Take your time. Don't be a fuck-wit fucker. Don't think with your dick, there aren't any gray cells there. She comes first.”



Sarah had been tired after getting up early the previous morning and it was two hours before he heard her stirring and quickly switched to a news site. She came in wearing a white bathrobe.
“Hi Al, what are you doing?”
“Just catching up on the news.”
She leaned over beside him, her side against his shoulder.
“What's happening?”
“Suspected swine-flu in Albania.” He pointed at the screen.
“Do you care?”
“No.”

Sarah hadn't done up her bathrobe very well and a perfect right breast was on display. She noticed his gaze but did nothing to cover herself. Al was already aroused from his internet studies, now with that welcoming breast and Sarah's challenging smile he leaned forward and kissed her nipple. Sarah immediately noticed the difference from the night before. He was licking and sucking and nibbling and tickling and exploring. She put her arms around his head until he lifted her and carried her to the bed.

His kissing was even more passionate and his hand on her breast was a mixture tenderness, eroticism and excitement. He moved his mouth to her nipple and Sarah's excitement rose. Then she felt his hand part her legs. She felt him explore the insides of her thighs and then her vulva and then her thighs again. A mixture of tantalizing and delight. She felt his fingers softly probe her vagina then move up through the feminine folds around her clitoris.

Al was finding it hard to work out exactly where her clitoris was but Sarah was in ecstasy at his tender explorations. He still wasn't sure but when Sarah groaned and her hips shivered he knew he had found it. With care he stimulated her with his fingers, sometimes moving away briefly, then returning. He listened to Sarah's reactions and he felt her reactions and did just as the website had said.

“Once you've got her shivering and moaning then you're running past third base. Go for the home run, man, a little bit faster and a little bit stronger. There you are, man, sliding in and she's sliding everywhere.”

Sarah's hips bounced and shuddered, her breathing became rasping, culminating in a high pitched groan. She lay on the pillow with a lovely happy smile and lifted Al's head.
“That was so wonderful Al, thank you so much for being such a lovely lover.”

Al was in heaven. To see Sarah have an orgasm, to feel her reaction to him and to hear her say he was a lovely lover. He bent down to kiss her and just about suffocated in her hug.

Al moved down the bed and Sarah watched in anticipation.
He took a pillow and said “Lift you bum please.”
She now had her backside raised and him between her legs. He nudged her legs wider and pushed her knees back and she felt a thrill of excitement at his assertiveness.

Al's inexperience was Sarah's delight as he explored new territory. He had no trouble finding and licking and nibbling the top of the inside of her thighs. As the site had advised he licked the crease between her legs and vulva, then he moved to her vulva. He couldn't resist the urge to push his tongue deep into her vagina. God, it tasted and smelled so beautiful. He lingered, sucking and licking as much of her juice as possible.

Sarah's hopes hadn't been high but that had now changed.
“I never would have thought that he would know about that. What's happened?”
Then she stopped thinking as the erotic sensations built up in her vulva.

Al worked out what must be her outer labia and he licked and nibbled and Sarah groaned. Then her inner labia which he sucked. He moved up and at first was a little bit confused by the folds around her her clitoris. He explored with his lips and tongue.

Sarah didn't realize that her extended pleasure was a result of his uncertainty, all she knew was that this was gorgeous. She spread her legs wider and stroked his head.

At last he found her clitoris. He thought it was that when he felt the small bud and was sure when Sarah's hips started to writhe and her panting became louder. He remembered the website.

“Take her right to the brink then pull back. Make her beg for it, man.”

He returned to her vagina, licking as far as his tongue would go, putting his nose in, nibbling her labia and clitoral hood. He loved the tastes and textures and smells, he loved her responses and most of all he loved knowing that this was Sarah's most intimate parts she was opening for him.

His tongue came back to her clitoris more firmly. Sarah raised her hips to feel more and held his head more tightly. She groaned and writhed. Al continued to “Make her beg for it, man”, and moved his tongue away.

“Oh no, Al, please, make me come, please.”
It was a high pitched moan. Al sucked and licked her bud and Sarah came in a combination of shrieks and bounces and writhing. Her orgasmic juices covered his face. Al licked and sucked and explored her folds as she recovered.

He came up beside her. She had a tranquil smile as she stroked his face.
“Oh my God, that was so wonderful.” She felt the moisture on face. “I've come all over you, don't you mind?”
An embarrassed blush came to his face. “Sarah I'll ever get enough of it.”
“What on earth has happened since last night?” she wondered.

She made some coffee which they drank on the bed. Al looked at her wonderful body as they talked and traced his fingers over her breasts and stomach. Sarah loved it and when he moved to her pussy she opened her legs for him. His touch was very light as he explored each detail. It just felt intimate and tender rather than arousing to Sarah and she lay back in pleasure. Then she felt some more intensity and quickly put their coffees on the bedside table and kissed him urgently.

It only took a few seconds before she whimpered and shuddered into another orgasm. She simply couldn't believe it.

“This isn't fair. I've had three lovely orgasms this morning and you haven't had any.”

The website had prepared him.

“Remember, man, a lot of very sexy women don't ever come from a straight fuck, and some not very often. This position will give you your best shot. Whatever you do, man, don't come too soon.
”Now women often like it soft and tender, but you're more likely to hit the jackpot by forgetting about that when you do it this way. Go for it man.”

He started to move Sarah into a kneeling position and she quickly understood.
“How does he know about this?”
But it was one of her favorite positions and she put her bum in the air and her shoulders on the sheets. Al's entry was tentative as he still wasn't sure, but Sarah pushed her buttocks back into him. He realized the website must be right and thrust in hard and deep so that his knob nudged into her cervix. Sarah knew what was going to happen and moved so that she could hold onto the headboard.

But she hadn't anticipated what a fit and strong 19 year old who was just starting to enjoy his sexual prowess could do. Al held her hips and decided to “Go for it, man”. The sight of her rounded ass, the powerful urges from his cock and the confidence from her having three orgasms already meant he forgot all his inhibitions.
His loins bashed into her buttocks and his knob banged into her cervix.

Sarah groaned in delight and held the headboard tighter. Al sped up and thrust even harder. He changed position slightly so he could get in deeper. He forgot about tropical islands, he forgot about beaches, he even forgot about Sarah as raging hormones and raging sensations from his cock took control.

This suited Sarah. Her body shook but she kept thrusting back on him and she too forgot about the sea, beaches and Al as the only things she was aware of were her soaring reactions in her vagina. Her groans became grunts.

Al didn't have to worry about premature ejaculation after coming twice the night before and he thrust and pounded in an unrestrained and mounting primeval frenzy. He didn't realize that she had come to a groaning orgasm as the surge shook through his loins and burst through through his knob. They collapsed in a sweaty jumble of limbs.

“Did you come Sarah?”
“Come?” she panted. “I came, I went on a rocket to the moon and came again on your beautiful cock darling Al.”
“I didn't hurt you did I? I sort of got carried away.”
“Did you?” She smiled.

Sarah ordered a brunch to be brought up and they sat on the balcony as they ate. She couldn't contain her curiosity.

“What happened between last night and this morning?”
Again that blush and a sheepish expression.
“Tell me. I won't mind.”
“I went on the computer and found a website.”
“You mean you weren't reading about swine-flu in Uzbekistan or wherever?”
More of that sheepish expression.
“I'm glad you weren't.”

After another five minutes, “You can move your things in here if you'd like to. So you can do that to me anytime you feel like it. Anytime.”

Al said nothing and Sarah didn't pressure him but held his hand. He recalled every moment of their sex and still couldn't believe that such a beautiful woman, such a sophisticated woman would give herself like that to him and do so much for him. And how he had somehow been able to bring her to all those orgasms, to see her body shake in ecstasy and see her sexually fulfilled smile as she panted afterwards.
It felt good, sitting in the sun just holding her hand, it had been great in the surf with her and dancing the night before.

“That was 'anytime' you said, wasn't it?” Al tried put on seriously inquiring expression, trying to make out that it was a tough decision. But he couldn't hold his serious face and broke into a grin and Sarah laughed. Then she became serious. “Anytime.”



They showered then walked around town together, not because there was anything they wanted to buy but because they wanted to be together. Sarah appreciated that Al wasn't all over her; occasionally he squeezed her hand or stroked her shoulder and occasionally she nuzzled her hair against his shoulder.

She was also grateful to his friends when they met them in a cafe. There were no pointed questions “Now where have you two been?” or sly winks from Al's male friends to him. They had a light lunch then Al went to collect his gear. Jeanie met him in the corridor and gave him a big hug.
“You're so lucky, she's a lovely person. And she's lucky too.”



Sarah was house-proud and showed him everything was. “Here's where you can get a beer or soda, pointing to the fridge.

“There's where you put your toothbrush.” Al dutifully went to the bathroom.

“Here's where you put your snorkel and things.” Al went to the cupboard.

“There's where you put your clothes.” Al went to the wardrobe and chest of drawers and started hanging up his clothes.

“And here's where you put your lovely cock.”

He turned and saw Sarah lying on the bed. She was still wearing a sundress but her knees were drawn back and wide and her could see all her thighs and her small knickers. Al dropped his last two shirts on the floor and leaped into her embrace. They kissed passionately their tongues intertwining and exploring, their saliva intermingling and then Al's hands and fingers started moving on her thighs and Sarah raised her backside to let him take off her knickers.

Al had other plans for her, not including his cock. A page of the website had intrigued him and he now had the confidence to try.

Al cupped Sarah's mound and increased the intensity of his kissing and she sucked his tongue frantically.

“Now when she's wet, I mean real wet, man, like dripping wet, slip three fingers gently in her honeypot. That's gently man, I'll spell it out for you: G-E-N-T-L-Y.”

Sarah's vagina was already sodden and Al was gentle.

“Not far, only one and a half knuckles. That's where so many fuck-wit fuckers get it wrong, they go in too far and spoil the party. Not too far, man. How many times do I have to tell you? ”

Al restrained the urge to plunge in deep and curled his fingers up and gently rubbed.

“She'll be giving you a message real soon. Got it yet?”

Al did get the message as Sarah's body seemed to jolt a bit and she tightened her arms around him like a vice. He didn't need any more advice. As Sarah's responses increased so did the speed and firmness of his touch. Sarah's hips started to shiver and her breathing became harsh panting. She stopped kissing Al, her whole body focused on what was happening between her legs. Al varied his touch and increased the intensity and Sarah's hips started to writhe and her stomach seemed to be convulsing.

Sarah's hips bounced clear off the sheets, she stopped kissing Al as all her body was consumed by her orgasm and groaned an agonized groan. It took her a minute to come back to reality then she put her hand on Al's and he could still feel her aftershocks for another minute.

Sarah smiled at him. “Have you been at that website again?”

He nodded.

“A million men could read that site, but not one of them could do to me what you've just done.” She felt the sheets. “God, look I've come everywhere.”

Sarah went to the fridge, got them each a coke and sat on the bed beside Al, stroking his hair and grinning at him.

“Right, I'm going to make you pay for that young Al.”

Sarah started by soft peck kisses all over his knob and shaft and balls. Then she licked all the same places so gently that they almost felt like tickles, but not quite and Al's sighs started. Then little nibbles and her hand worked leisurely up and down his shaft and Al's hips gave a little shiver.

Sarah concentrated on his knob, licking and kissing the rim and his slit, putting just his knob in her mouth and softly sucking. And all the while her magic hand quietly worked. Al's hips started to writhe and he put his hand on the back of her head and she brushed it away.

“I'm in charge here,” she glared at him for a moment.

Then she moved her head a little more taking three inches into her mouth, sucking slightly more urgently, but not moving up and down and her hand was a little bit tighter and moved slightly more quickly. Al's sighs turned to muttered groans and his hips started to move.

Sarah pulled her head away and gave his knob a soft flick with her finger. “No moving. There's only one boss here and she's a she.”

She reverted to only having his knob in her mouth and her hand movements slowed. With an iron will Al kept his hips still but could do nothing about his groans and she kept him in that agonized ecstasy for a couple of minutes.

Then Sarah's head dived down and Al could feel her throat with his knob. Her lips tightened as she bobbed her head up and down at an increasing speed. She didn't stop his hips from thrusting this time and no-one could stop his groans.

Sarah knew he was ready to come and moved her head back three inches from his cock and finished him with her hand. Al felt a surge in his belly, an explosion burst along his shaft and a torrent of cum erupt from his knob. Sarah blinked as his cum landed on her face, on her hair and on her sundress.

She crawled up the bed, laughing. “Aren't we messy?” She took some of his cum from her face and put it on his hair, then rubbed her cheeks against his and spread his gift to her from her sundress to his T shirt.

They played volleyball with the others, went swimming, another dead heat, and went sailing in small racing dinghies. In the evening they went to the hotel poolside barbecue and later went back to the club. For the first three hours they danced with other people as well as together and Sarah taught Al more steps. Later they danced together but soon Sarah was clinging to Al, her arms around his shoulders, her face nuzzled into the side of his neck, with their bodies wrapped together and he wondered how things could get any better.

In bed they lay facing each other. Sarah gently fondled his balls and Al ran his fingers through her pubic hair.
“I'll get a Brazilian tomorrow if you like Al.”
“Mmmmm.”
She glided her fingers along his shaft. “Play me a lullaby with your flute.”

He knew what she meant and slowly slid his erection into her. They lay on their sides with Sarah's legs around him and both their arms around each other. Their lips and the tips of their tongues just touched as they looked into each other's eyes. Al only twitched his cock and sometimes Sarah squeezed her vaginal muscles as both felt enveloped in erotic intimacy.

Al's self control finally left him and with a few quick thrusts he came. “I'm sorry Sarah, I didn't think of you.”
She kissed nose. “Al, beautiful Al, I've had so many lovely orgasms with you today. Sometimes it's very, very nice just to feel you inside me, to watch your face when you come and feel happy that I give you so much pleasure.”
He looked at her, “I don't know what to say.” His face was full of adoration.
“You don't have to say anything Al, I can see it in your eyes.”

She snuggled under his arm, her face on his chest, but it took some time before she went to sleep.
“24 hours ago and I was thinking about kicking him out. It's not just that website, heaven knows most of the men I've met should read it. It's how he does it, it's how he thinks about me, it's how when we are fucking, we're not two people, we're one. It's what we do when we're not fucking.

“What are you doing to me young Al?”

The next morning Sarah returned from the beauticians and took her clothes off.
“Perhaps you'll be interested in this, young man.” She showed him her Brazilian but hadn't anticipated his reaction.

“Oh my God, you're so beautiful down there. For heaven's sake Sarah, look. You've got two smiles. Hello southern smile.” He kissed her pussy.
“Hello northern smile.” He kissed her lips.
“Hello vertical smile.” Her vulva again.
“Hello horizontal smile.” Her lips.

“Are you just going to talk about it? Or are you going to do something about it?” Sarah demanded.
So Al slipped between her legs, pushed them right back beside her body and wide and got down to some serious business. After an hour she pushed him away because she was exhausted.

Her exhaustion vanished a few minutes later when Al said “It feels like anytime right now to me, Sarah,” and she laughed and gurgled with delight as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, thrusting her hips to get him as deep inside her as possible.

Over the next two days everything became better and better. Their sex went to new heights of tenderness sometimes and new heights passion and raw physicality at others. Sarah realized one of the very real positives of Al being 19 was that he always seemed to be ready for more. She thought about one of life's cruel ironies in that men reach their sexual peak at 19 or 20 while women reach theirs in their mid to late 30s. In this respect they had perfect timing.

It was far more than sex. Their days were busy, swimming in the pool always with dead heats, surfing, sailing, snorkeling, volleyball with the group and in the evenings they went dancing. Sarah taught Al more steps and they became quite an attraction on the floor. They could happily spend hours talking and laughing or walking and reading in silence, just soaking up the pleasure of the other's company.

Sarah was becoming fonder and fonder of him. She called him darling and Al was absolutely devoted to her.

On the second night after she had had her Brazilian, Sarah noticed something different in Al's oral sex on her. He was licking all around her vulva and perineum as he often did when his tongue tickled her anus for a moment. She had two immediate reactions.

“How could anyone do that?” and her instincts against anal sex. Two men had asked her to and, when she was drunk one night, she had agreed to try it with one. But she had stopped in less than half a minute because it had hurt so much.

But what Al had just done certainly hadn't hurt and he seemed to enjoy it. She couldn't understand why anyone would want to lick her there.

”I don't mind if he doesn't”.

His tongue ventured again, this time for a little longer.
“God I never thought that would feel so nice,” she thought and pulled her knees back to open herself more.
This time his tongue even probed inside. Sarah was excited by the feeling of forbidden pleasure and she soon orgasmed when he turned to her clitoris. She pulled him up and kissed him. No nasty tastes, mainly her vaginal juices which she loved almost as much as he did.

“No-one's ever done that to me before,” she said.
“I've never done it to anyone before.”
“Well that doesn't surprise me. Why did you do it?”
“I've had the urge for days and this time I couldn't hold back.” He didn't mention the instruction website but it was etched into his mind.


“Now man, we need to fight smart here if we're going to get that dick of yours into her chocolate channel, assuming she hasn't done it before, or has and didn't like it. And that's very, very likely because there's a world full of fuck-wit fuckers who don't know about the effort I've put into field testing. Hell, that back of mine is killing me.

“We've got to think strategically man, like an army general. Like General Custer maybe. . . No not like him because his was a last stand. And we want this to be your first of many.

Does a smart general, a West Point man, send in the heavy artillery first when there's a risk of collateral damage? No, he sure doesn't. He sends in his advanced guard to see how the land lies, to soften up the enemy, to lull them into a sense of security. Now that big dick of yours is your artillery and your tongue and fingers are your advanced guard. And we're not talking tongues for talking here man.

“Now here's what Alexander the Great would have done. . . . No, not him, he was gay. . . . No that's OK because gays have the same strategic objective as we've got here. Think of gays as your 'Brothers in Arms' on this one, man.”



“I'm glad you didn't hold back, but isn't it dirty?” Sarah broke his trance.
“No it's great. Did you mind?”
“Mind? No I never thought anything would feel so nice there. But Al, I tried anal sex once and it just isn't me. It hurt so much I stopped in half a minute. Please don't try it, please don't even start to talk about it. I just don't want your cock in there.”

He kissed her nipple. “It's your body and it's your decision.”

Sarah snuggled into his arms, she knew he would never do anything to hurt her.

He didn't repeat it in their love making the next day and Sarah became a little frustrated. But that night his gorgeous tongue returned. She lifted her backside up and splayed her legs to help. She even used her hands to pull her buttocks apart.
“God his tongue is in so far. That is soooo lovely!”
Al moved to her clitoris and inserted two fingers into her vagina and played on her G spot. As her excitement grew she felt one of those fingers come out and rub her anus. Then it just slipped smoothly in.
With one finger on her G spot, one in her anus and her clitoris being sucked Sarah came to the biggest orgasm of her life. After a minute Al started to lick again.
“No Al, darling, I couldn't take any more just now.”

He came up the bed and she put her head on his chest as she still felt her body purring.
“Put your finger back there again.”
He reached over and put some massage oil on his fingers He played over her anus.
“Put it inside again please.”
Sarah was surprised how easily it slid in and how beautiful it felt.
“Try another finger as well.”
This was a little bit more difficult at first, but Al was gentle. At first she felt uncomfortable but as he gently massaged and moved in and out, it felt better and better.
So good that she nibbled his nipple. She changed position, fondled his erection and guided into her vagina.

Al played volleyball with his friends the next morning but Sarah said she had a headache and stayed inside. Once he was gone she did a Google search as he had done four days before. Her first results were similar to his as she landed on hardcore sites but by luck she arrived on “A Woman's Guide to Anal Sex” and she read carefully for an hour then bought a big tube of gel.

They strolled along the beach.
“Have you still got your headache Sarah, you're a bit quiet?”
She squeezed his hand. “I'm fine, I'm just thinking.”
“What about?”
“I'll tell you inside.”

Once inside she showed him the tube of gel.
“This internet site says you've got to use lots and lots of this.”
He knew immediately what she was talking about but just nodded.

"It says it's usually best if you use your fingers first to get me ready and it says you've got to be gentle and slow at first.” Sarah held his hand tightly and looked at him pleadingly.
“I'll be gentle and slow.”

“It says lying on our sides with you behind might be best for the first time.”
“That seems like a good idea.” His voice was a whisper
“It says it might hurt me a little bit at first, but it's worth making the effort.”
“I'll stop if it hurts too much.”
“You will please, won't you?”

Al could tell she was nervous so he put on some dance music and took off her clothes and Sarah undressed him. They danced and perhaps drank too much wine. Sarah relaxed and was soon dancing erotically in front of him, then holding him tightly.

Al went down on her and with two fingers in her anus she came to a lovely orgasm. Her emotions were in conflict: she needed him in there but she was scared.

“Have you put lots of gel on?” she asked as she lay in front of him.
“Lots.”
“Good, put on lots more. And on my bum.”

“I think you should lift up your knees a bit more.”

She felt his knob nudge her anus and winced.
“Did that hurt?”
“No, I'm just a bit nervous. Try again.”
There was a little bit of pressure but suddenly his knob was inside and it hadn't hurt at all.

Al felt exquisite sensations from his cock and pushed in further. Her rectum felt tight but he slid in easily.
“How far are you in now?”
“About half. Is it alright?”
“It's really nice. Just go in and out up to there. No further.”

Al started his rhythm and found that it became easier the more he did it. He could take his cock right out and slide back in with no resistance. He sped up his movements and felt Sarah's backside start to writhe then suddenly she thrust back.

“As far in as you can Al, darling. It's gorgeous.”

That was the end of his restraint. He pushed in hard so that his pubic bone was up against Sarah's buttocks as he strove to get his cock in deeper into this wonderful channel. She groaned and pushed back and he moved his fingers to her clitoris.

“As hard as you can, please Al.”

So he obeyed her command and he obeyed the commands of his cock. The tightness and smoothness of her bowel was a new and exciting feeling. That Sarah was giving him her anal virginity aroused him more and as soon as he was sure she was enjoying it he drove in hard and deep,his loins crushing into her buttocks.

Sarah's anal nerves were humming. The rim of her anus was almost burning with delight and her rectum squeezed on this welcome intruder. Every time he thrust in deeper the better it felt. She felt the pressure through to her vagina and her pleasure seemed to be surging everywhere. She pulled her buttocks apart to help him get in deeper and sighed with joy.

She came first with a shudder and a joyful wail and Al grunted as his load surged through his cock and into her deep recesses.

She looked sad afterwards.
“What's the matter? I thought you liked it”
“It was absolutely beautiful. No, I was thinking of all those wasted years. But perhaps God was wise and kept me waiting until I found you.
“Yes, that's it. I'm so glad I did that with you first, my darling darling Al. No other man would have so been gentle and then so exciting”

Al looked into her eyes and felt his adoration of her overflowing.
“Sarah I adore you, I love you so much.”
“We're so lucky having each other beautiful Al.”

They went for a long walk on the beach in the evening. Over the five days Al was able to talk about his father more. She was the only person he had been able to talk like that to since he had died. They sat under some palm trees in a cove they had to themselves.

“Your Dad sounds like he was a very nice man,” Sarah whispered.
“He wasn't rich, he wasn't even very successful, he wasn't all that good at sport but he was always the man I admired most of all. With my Mum and Sis and him we were always so happy. I still miss him everyday.” Tears rolled down his cheeks
“So you should Al.”
“What do you mean?”
“Of course you're going to miss your dad who you loved so much and admired so much all your life. Something would be wrong if you didn't. The death of your dad that isn't something you should ever just get over. You should always remember him and miss him.”
He thought for sometime. ”No-one has had ever said it quite like that before. They've said that it's right for me to grieve but some time I'll recover. He looked at Sarah. “Dad would have liked you.”
“I'm sure I would have liked him too. I'd like to hear all about him if you want to talk.”

Al narrated his story from his first memories as a toddler through his childhood, the happy times when his Dad taught him how to play sports, the family holidays. The sad times like when his Dad was laid off from work and they had to sell the house, the funny times like when his Dad hadn't clipped his ski boot on properly and fell flat on his face at the first gate of a masters' ski race in front of some spectators.

“Your Dad thought that was funny?”
“At first he was a bit pissed but then he started laughing so much all the spectators joined in.”
“I'm sure I would have really liked your Dad.”

“When I was a teenager a lot of my friends didn't get on so well with their fathers. But as he said, we were best friends. We could talk for hours and he never talked down to me. Sure he was pissed off when I was suspended from school for smoking but he didn't yell and scream.”

Tears continued to gently flow. Al turned to Sarah and she saw the pain in his face.

“The doctors said he would most likely live for six months, but he only lived for five. I wish it had been only five days. It was terrible Sarah.

“He spent the first month getting all his legal and tax matters sorted and then the weight started to fall off him and the pain started. They gave him painkillers and by the end he was on morphine. He didn't want to take them because he said he wanted to be able to talk to Mum, Sis and me, but we could see it in his face. He didn't get out of bed much in the last two months. Me and Mum and Sis took it in turn to lie beside him on his bed holding his hand and we talked a lot. Sometimes he was content but sometimes he cursed himself for failing us by getting sick. I used to tell him how much I loved him, how I was the luckiest boy in the world having the best father in the world. He liked that, I'm sure.”

“I'm sure he did.” Tears were streaming down Sarah's face.

“He often said he was the luckiest man in the world because he had Mum and Sis and me.”

“Sometimes he was a bit scared. He used to go to church just a few times year, but he he didn't really know. Once he asked me if I thought there was a heaven. I said I didn't know, but if there was I'd meet him there sometime.

“My Dad died in his sleep. A brave and kind doctor gave him an overdose of morphine. All three of us were lying on the bed with him. There was a funeral and some people said a lot of nice things and then it was just Mum and me and Sis and an empty chair at the dining table. Jeanie and Brad have been real friends, but even with them I haven't really been able to say what I feel. Not like this.”

They lay in each others arms and their tears made little dark puddles in the sand.

After five minutes he pulled her up and hugged her and kissed her then told her to look at the stars.
“That's where you've come from Sarah, you're an angel come down here to make the world a better place.”
“Al, you do know you talk some absolute rubbish sometimes, but you can talk that sort of rubbish anytime you like.”

They walked around town with their arms so tightly around the other, that their ribs started to hurt, but neither wanted the other to stop.

Back in their room Al asked “Well, angel Sarah, is your ass ready?”
Sarah lay on her back on the on the bed, her thighs pulled back so far they touched the sheets.
“Yes my darling Al, my ass is ready, willing and waiting.”

As Al knelt on the floor in front of Sarah he held her right hand in his left and her left hand in his right. They both looked into the other's eyes as Al's cock slid into Sarah's anus and watched the pleasure mount in each other's face as he probed deeper. Unlike the first time, the pace and pressure was gentle and languid.

“Al darling, why didn't you fuck me like this sooner?”
“Sarah darling, why didn't you tell me you liked it so much?”
“Because I didn't know,” she sang.

He looked down at her thighs, down at his cock sliding easily into her anus, down at her vulva which was open and her inner labia were glistening from the moisture of her pleasure. He looked up at her breasts just bouncing slightly as he nudged in deeper, up to her smiling lips and into her loving eyes. They both tried to extend the bliss forever, but eventually Sarah's eyes closed, her hips wriggled and rotated and shivered and she sighed “Darling, darling Al..”

With one deep thrust he came and Sarah pulled him down and wrapped her arms and legs around him, his flaccid penis still inside her quivering anus.
“Al, darling Al, what are you doing to me?”
“Angel Sarah, what have you done for me already?”

Their adoration for each other grew even stronger and physically they climbed to even greater heights. Both Al and Sarah knew they had paradise on earth.

Every evening when they had been at the night club they spent some of their time dancing with other people and it was only the last hour they danced together. Both were happy with this and that last hour was always a sensuous build up to bed. Sarah had watched Al's growing confidence and he now easily asked girls from outside his own group of friends to dance.

His dancing skills and his confident smile meant he was not often turned down and quite a few of his partners were unhappy when he took them back to their tables.

Shed saw how he raised his sights and confidently approached the most attractive and sometimes the most aloof women. It didn't make any difference.

“He's learned how to fly, it's time for him to soar with the eagles,” thought Sarah. She was happy for him and proud of her contribution but tears came to her eyes.

Three mornings after their anal initiation they were on their balcony having breakfast. At this time on the next day Sarah would be flying home and both knew that there was a serious discussion to be had.

"Our last full day here Al," said Sarah.

He looked at her with sad eyes.
"I could come and live with you."
"I'm sure in many ways we could be very happy. But you need your mother and your sister and they need you. And you've got all your lovely friends. And Al, darling, there is the age difference."

Both of them had heard the snigger of "toyboy" a couple of times. That hadn't worried them but it had caused them to think.

"I've seen you dancing with other girls. There's a world full of lovely girls who will love to meet you. You've got the whole world to discover. And I want to have children as soon as I find the right man."

While his heart had said how he wanted to be with Sarah forever Al's mind had come to the same conclusion. He had thought about Sarah's friends being 15- 20 years older than him and knew that would be very hard. Would they just see him just as her toyboy?

And he knew that for some reason girls suddenly seemed to like him. He understood Sarah's desire for children and in one way would love to be the father of them, but the idea of being a father at 19 or 20 wasn't appealing at all.

He couldn't think of anything to say. His mind went through all the times they had had together since she had first thrown that volleyball to him. His eyes misted over.

Sarah kissed him. "Al, I loved every minute we've had together. I've loved you more every minute. I'm so glad that it was you who made love to my ass for the first time. I adore you, I always will. Let's make our last day a happy one. Let's be glad we've been so lucky to have this paradise together. Most people never will."

"I owe you so much Sarah. You've made me so confident, you've shown me all about sex. And every second with you has been from paradise. You're my angel. I'll never find anyone as perfect as you."

"You'll meet lots of girls and some of them will be perfect in different ways. Come on Al, I've got a special request for you."

"What's that?"
"You'll be the last 19 year old I will ever fuck. I want you to give something to remember 19 year olds by. Starting right now."

At the airport they had a tight hug and a long kiss.
"Good luck, darling Al."
"God bless, angel Sarah."

Sarah settled in her seat as the seatbelt lights were switched off and turned on her computer.
She decided to open the 10 emails from Roger which she had seen build up in her mailbox. There was a similar theme in all of them. He had made such a stupid mistake and could she please forgive him.
She composed a brief reply: “Get lost!*!”.
Then she decided to think before she hit the send button.

Al's mother hugged him at the airport.
“Did you have a nice time dear?”
“It was cool.”
“And did you meet a nice girl?”
He didn't answer but within five minutes she could see the change in him and knew that he had. Later he showed her some photos and told her all about Sarah, except for the sex. Then he asked his mother to tell him everything about his father from the very first time they met.

Roger was there to meet Sarah at the airport holding a huge bunch of roses. He hugged her but after few seconds she pulled away.
“I've been so stupid Sarah. You're the only woman I'll ever love.”
She pecked his cheek. “It is nice to see you Roger and maybe we'll go out together sometime, but I need my space for a bit.” Seeing him had revived some of the feelings she used to have but also brought back memories of how he had hurt her. And she compared how she felt in his arms to being in Al's.

After three months she started to get control over her emotions about Al. “It's OK having an exciting time on holiday, but real life is different. And that age gap isn't going to change.”

She started to go out with Roger and after a month they had sex. There was nothing wrong with it, she had some orgasms. But it wasn't the same. Roger did try for anal sex but she was never excited enough to do it with him. And somehow she felt that would be unfaithful to Al.

However, most of her affections for Roger returned, her maternal instincts were becoming irresistible and they married. It was a year later and still no pregnancy that they found out that Roger had a low sperm count. Another two years months of the most up to date gynecological treatments, with her hopes being raised and then dashed, their surgeon said there was nothing more to be tried.

They considered and rejected adoption and a sperm donor. Sarah thought about leaving Roger, but she was very fond of him and she just didn't feel like going back to the dating scene at 39.

Sarah and Jeanie often emailed each other. Jeanie had told her that Al had been pretty low for a couple of months but then he had met a really nice girl. Sarah looked at the attachment and saw Al with a beautiful blond who was looking at him adoringly. She deleted it and deleted all Jeanie's attachments without opening them because every two months or so Jeanie told her about another new girl who was so nice. Jeanie had also told her that Al didn't want to hear any more news about Sarah after her marriage.

Al had graduated and got a job with a computer company and after a year was promoted to a department which did the trouble shooting in locations around the world for three years. Jeanie told Sarah that he had no prejudices whatsoever. Whatever nationality, whatever race or color or religion he seemed to attract beautiful young women wherever he went.

Sarah read this and smiled to herself, momentarily reliving the days on the island.

She looked around.

There was Roger and he was a nice man and their sex was nice. They had a nice house and nice cars and her business was going nicely. They had lots of nice friends and lots of nice holidays.
Everything was just so nice. She cast her mind forward for the next 40 years. 40 years of everything being so nice. And so empty and so pointless.



One year later her phone rang.
“Hi Sarah.”
“Al, where are you?”
“I'm flying in tomorrow. I was wondering if we could meet at the airport for a coffee.”

When Sarah saw him coming through the arrival lounge he didn't seem much older. A bit more mature and a bit more confident but when he saw her there was that slightly embarrassed grin. She had intended to hug but almost ran the last couple of meters as his arms were outstretched.

“You're looking great Al. This globe trotting lifestyle must suit you.”
“It's OK.” He looked at Sarah closely. “How much did the face-lift cost?”
She was indignant. “I haven't had a . . . “ Then she picked up his real meaning and hugged him tightly and laughed. “Dear Al you always say the loveliest things in the funniest ways.”

They had their coffee, talking easily but sometimes they just looked at each other and smiled. Sarah asked him all about his travels.
“It sounds exotic I know, but a hotel room is a just hotel room whether it's in Washington or Paris or Kathmandu.”

Sarah insisted on driving him into town.

“Jeanie told me you've met a lot of nice ladies.”
“A lot of them were very nice. But I've met nicer.”
“Have you kept up your dancing? I hope some of them were good dancers.”
“Some of them were great dancers. But I've danced with better.”
“She said some them were very pretty.”
“Very beautiful some of them. But I've met better.”

They glanced at each other and smiled into the other's eyes, Sarah put her free hand on his.

“Did you have lots of lovely times with them?”
“With some, very lovely times, but I've had better.”
“She said some of them seemed really sexy.”
“Some were very sexy, but none could compare to someone I'd met before.”

“Look, that motel rents rooms by the hour,” said Al.
Sarah turned in without a moment's hesitation and 24 hours later they walked out.

“How long are you staying here?”
“I haven't got a return ticket.”



A year later they were lying on the grass in a park in the gentle autumn sun. Sarah was lying on her back, at right angles to Al's body with her head on his stomach and holding a one month old baby boy. He was tracing his fingers over her face with one hand and holding a one month old baby girl in the crook of his other arm.
14 comments

Anonymous readerReport

2014-11-20 21:37:33
Definitely preferred this ending to the other version, but the end seemed rushed compared to the rest of the story, still magical though fab! Thanks a lot . Luvsalik xx

Anonymous readerReport

2014-09-29 21:56:22
best story I have read so far nice work.

anonymous readerReport

2013-09-12 00:40:37
Great story, made me think about how I came to be with my wife of 22 years and 4 great kids, after 2 failed marriages, they always say the third times the best !

anonymous readerReport

2013-06-29 03:27:38
Really excellent story, although I was imagining Weird Al Yankovic the entire time.

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2012-05-10 21:34:47
Absolutely blown away. A phenominal tendeer, loving story. I had tears many times. I don't think it possible you could ever top this one.

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