1. Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 10


    Date: 6/23/2015, Categories: Diary, Female/Female, Male/Female, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

    nozzle. Although I knew every nook and cranny of Kristanna's lean, beautiful body, I could not help but to steal quick peeks and glances of her whenever I could regardless. Water from the beach access shower splashed down onto her delicate shoulders and torso, drizzling all over - and through - her two-piece, strapless white bikini before dripping down her long, graceful legs. Kristanna and I had spent the past four hours playing and frolicking together both in and out of the ocean alongside the southwestern tip of the island. It was late afternoon, the sky a majestic blue, while the horizon was tinged with hints of orange and black. A few shadows fell on Kristanna's sexy body and, even as I shook my head furiously as if to clear the mental cobwebs, I could hardly believe that this was actually my life - and that she was my bride. 16 years my junior, Kristanna was sex on a surfboard. Sun-kissed and sweet, happy and free, outgoing and sexy as could be. And she was mine; all mine! Actually, ours... I watched Kristanna turn the shower off, then whip her hair about, its long locks damp and sticky, and run a dry towel through it. "What's on your mind, baby?" she swooned. "Nothing specific, I suppose," I answered. "Just happy." "Same here," Kristanna said, handing me a hot, sun-toasted towel. "I love the beach this time of day. But I love it even more with you here by my side." "You mean that?" I smiled, dabbing my face with the towel. "I mean it every time I say it, Jeremy," ...
    Kristanna scolded me playfully. "So stop asking me if I mean it every time I say it. God... you're such a drama queen." I raised an eyebrow at her. "A drama queen? Me?" "Yes, you!" she giggled. We dressed, my insides overflowing with love and devotion for my precious wife. Kristanna slipped into her favorite cover-up, a yellow sundress I had purchased for her two years ago during one of our excursions to the mainland while still living here. It was comfortable yet still dressy and, with her gray sandals and bronzed skin, looked perfect on her. Kristanna and I grabbed our surfboards (which had gotten quite the workout today) and respective duffel bags, then returned to my trusty, old _Jeep Wrangler_, which was parked alongside the forest's edge. It may have been a 1987 model with over 170,000 miles on it, but the _Jeep_ still ran beautifully. I originally purchased it in 1991 while still attending high school, and had been a fixture here on the island since 1998. I had always taken great care of it. One place on the island that Kristanna wanted to visit before we returned home to Norway was the natural garden in the northwestern valley, nestled between the crashing surf and a thundering waterfall. This area, with its constant mist and rich volcanic soil, was especially ideal for plant life. Simply dubbed _Eden_ by Kristanna several years ago, this five acre garden was home to hundreds of species of tropical trees, flowers and other plant life such as lovely orchids, heliconias, ...
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