Date: Sat, 20 Jul 2002 03:56:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: George Reeves <geob53@yahoo.com>
Subject: Caribbean Experience

	Caribbean Experience   Chapter 1
	By George Reeves

	Dori & George are a professional, middle aged couple
from Central Arkansas. They met at the University in
Fayetteville, Went together for four years and married
after graduation. In addition to being married, a
strong bond has formed between them, Soul mates if you
will. They've always considered themselves to not be
restrained by the chains of the established social
boundaries to which most couples adhere. George is a
tall, blue eyed blonde, slightly gray in the temples.
Dori has long platinum hair that extends down to her
shoulders and brown eyes. Both are physically fit with
good muscle definition in their limbs which they
maintain by jogging every morning. Struggling through
the first half of the winter season, they decided to
make a trip to a small, little known Caribbean Island
about 70 miles North of Venezuela that George found
doing research for a client.
     Dori and George stepped off the plane after
several hours of travel and three connections after
boarding in Little Rock. Walking down to get their
luggage, George put his arm around Dori, pulling her
close. "Well baby, we've waited a long time to be able
to do this haven't we?"
"You can say that again George. I can't wait to get
settled in to our beach cottage so we can just get
naked and rest up for tonight," Dori said smiling
naughtily at George.
     "That reminds me, where did you say that you were
taking me?"
     "It's a place just a few steps from our cottage
on the beach. They have a clambake followed by live
entertainment. They have umbrella tables and a neat
little beach bar and I've ordered up a lovely, balmy
Mediterranean evening with lots of moonlight.  How
does that sound?" George asked lovingly.
     "Sounds good to me honey, can we dance until
midnight?"
     "No problem."
     The cottage was very private, set into a grove of
palm trees and surrounded by flowering foliage. There
was a private little path that led down to the beach.
Only a few hundred feet to the North on the beach, was
the little place that George was planning to take
Dori, just as he had said.
     It was about 4:30 pm so Dori jumped in the shower
to freshen up. After a few seconds, George stepped in
after her, taking her in his arms and kissing her
passionately. They applied soap to each other's
bodies, massaging each other's tired muscles. They
lavished under the warm water as George washed Dori's
hair, gently rubbing his fingers against her scalp,
massaging away all of the tension from the long plane
trip.
     He held Dori gently in his arms, sliding her wet
hair back from her face and over her shoulders. They
looked into each other's eyes communicating with their
minds by telepathy that they developed over the years
of being so very intimate and close. George referred
to it as "Siamese Twins that were joined at the soul."
     "I adore you baby," George said just before he
slid his tongue into Dori's mouth, pressing his lips
over hers.
     Dori opened her mouth, filling it with warm water
from the shower head. Pressing her mouth against
George's, she transferred her mouth full of water into
George's mouth as he let it trickle down his throat,
savoring it with love. He then took the shampoo and
poured it into her hand. Gently, lovingly, she applied
it to George's hair as he got down on his knees,
wrapping his arms around her thighs. As she washed
George's hair, he lovingly kissed her soft stomach,
subsequently brushing his lips across her wet pubic
hair. She parted her legs slightly as George let his
tongue slip into her genitals, touching her clitoris
with the tip. Dori placed her hands on both sides of
George's head, pulling him in closer as she
rhythmically moved her hips in unison with the loving
caresses of his tongue.
     They both now lay on the bed in each other's
arms, gently kissing as the warm tropical breeze
drifted over their bodies. George gently moved his
fingertips up and down Dori's spine as she closed her
eyes, feeling the love that her lifetime lover was
projecting into her soft white body and loving every
movement of feeling his naked body moving against
hers.
     It was now 7:30 pm and the sun was getting low in
the West. They slipped into their bathing suits and
headed down to the beach in order to get a table for
the evening events at the beach bar.
     After dinner, torches were lit in certain areas,
providing a lovely backdrop for a very romantic
evening. George and Dori sat sipping their drinks,
watching the people as they got up to dance as well as
all the lovers sitting at tables totally engrossed in
each other's company. George slipped his hand under
the table and started gently touching Dori's inner
thigh with his fingertips. She moved her leg over
closer to George for easier access and George slid his
fingers inside the sheath of her swim suit, gently
teasing her sensitive little spots that George knew so
very well.
     "Why don't you take your top off like the other
women here dear?" Goerge asked smiling innocently.
"Your lovely white breasts look better than most of
these."
     Dori turned so George could unfasten her bathing
suit top and let it slide off, putting it in her
purse.
     A very attractive, will built African American
Man walked up to Dori and asked her to dance. Dori
looked at George who nodded his approval so as not to
offend the man. He spoke with a slight French accent
and thanked George very politely.
     The dance area of the beach was purposely not
well lit and George could just barely make out his
Dori in the dark shadows of the dance area. The music
was slow and the couples were dancing very closely.
When the music stopped, Dori started over toward the
table but stopped as the Black Man took her hand and
asked something. The music started again and Doris
continued to dance as they drifted over to a more
remote area. Although curious, George trusted Dori and
wasn't concerned as long as they were within his
sight. The music stopped and they started a loud
rock-and-roll song as Doris returned to the table.
     "Oh my God!" Doris said trembling. "You wouldn't
believe this guy honey!" she whispered in his ear.
     "Did he do something to you baby?" George asked
harshly. "I'll ask the bartender to call hotel
security if he did."
      "No, he' just the most seductive male I've ever
encountered," Dori said still trembling. " He pressed
himself against me and had me panting without ever
doing anything out of line. He has an enormous penis.
He pressed against me through his swim trunks in such
a way that I almost came. He opened his silk beach top
and pressed himself against my bare breasts."
     "You must have liked it baby, you danced twice,"
George said with a teasing tone and a coy smile as he
slid his hand up and inside Dori's bathing suit.
"Well, he really got you wet honey," George whispered
as he pressed his lips to her ear.
     "Well, I'm not going to dance with him again!"
she said as she looked at George for some sign of
reaction.
     "Baby, we're on vacation to have fun," George
said smiling. "Enjoy yourself, see how far he goes and
play along. You're open and honest with me and that's
all I ask. I want us to experience pleasure and fun.
As long as you love me and these experiences are short
term, I love it. If I were to put restrictions on you,
I would loose you for sure."
     The Man bent down and whispered in Dori's ear:
"Dance with me again?"
     Dori looked at George who was giving her the nod.
She got up and was led to the dark shadows of the
dance area again. Dori began to tremble slightly as he
opened his beach top and she felt his smooth, hairless
chest against her bare breasts. He slid his hand
inside the back of her bathing suit bottom and gently
touched her anus. His erection became much firmer as
it extended up within his boxer trunks and between
Dori's legs as she opened them slightly to accommodate
it. He reached down and slid one leg of his suit up
enough for his bare erection to extend up against
Dori's genitals covered by her suit.
     "Please, no more!" Dori whispered to the Man,
almost invisible in the shadows of the dance area. He
gently reached down and slid the sheath from her
bathing suit to one side and rubbed the head of his
penis within her very wet genitals.
     "Please, don't put it in me. Not here. Dori said
trembling. "I don't do anything like this without my
husband being present." As she pushed herself away,
pulling his hand out of her suit.
     "Does your husband like to participate?" he asked
with his French accent. Does he like to just watch
while another man slides his penis into his wife's
vagina?" He continued to look into her eyes as he
softly asked his very personal questions. "Does he
like to be with other men sometimes?"
     Dori didn't answer but just looked back into his
eyes with a naughty little smile. She took him over to
the table and introduced him to George. They had a
couple more rounds of drinks, then George invited him
up to their cottage up the beach when he discovered
that his wife was a doctor from Paris, involved in a
convention of Gynecologists at the main hotel and
convention center about a mile up the beach. Her
associates weren't acceptable to mixed marriages so
he, (Ramone)  kept his distance during the two day
event.

Continued in chapter 2