It was the fifth day of our family vacation in Cuba, and we had been having a great time; sailing, swimming, snorkeling, and enjoying all that this beautiful resort had to offer. However, after having spent several days with my sons and husband, I began to miss the girlie things in life.

I wanted to go do some shopping in the cute little town just outside of our resort. When I voiced my desire, it was as if I had asked them to consider going to the dentist. I realized that I was going to have to go on my own, so I called up concierge and reserved my spot on the shopping bus for tomorrow morning. Afterwards, I thought: “Just as well. They would do nothing but complain the whole time anyway.” This way, I would be free to meander through the village and go where I wanted to go.

Waiting for the bus the next morning were a few groups of people, in twos and threes. I saw another woman standing by herself, so I went up to ask her if this was the shopping bus. She smiled, and said it was. She asked me if my family had abandoned me, and I laughed and said they had. She laughed as well, and said that she was in the same boat. She introduced herself as Anne, and I knew from the start that we would get along well.

The bus came, and the two of us followed the rest of the crowd, and sat together in the only two seats left in the back of the bus. She laughed, and quipped about how it was just like being back in high school. I noticed then that she had the most beautiful hazel eyes, and when she smiled, she just radiated happiness.

Along the way, we chatted about this and that, and found that we shared many things in common. By the time we arrived in town, it was if we had been best friends forever. I was very glad I had met her.

The bus dropped us off, and she asked if I minded if we stuck together. She didn't feel comfortable on her own, and would feel much better together. I agreed, confessing that I didn't really want to be completely on my own either.

We walked through the village, admiring the stores. She bought a straw sun hat and a couple of cotton blouses. I bought some sandals, a couple of t-shirts for my sons, and a guayabera for my husband. We stopped in a small little market and ate lunch together, then went strolling along the main street to kill time until the bus came back to pick us up.

We passed a beautiful little beach boutique, and Anne mentioned that she needed to pick up another bathing suit as she really didn't like the one that she had brought, so we dipped into the store. We picked through the suits, and found a couple that she would like.

She slipped away to the changing room, asking me if I would give her my opinion. The suits were nice, but none of them really showed off her body to its full advantage. She started getting a little down, so I told her that I would find one for her, and slipped out. I had my eye on a cute little bikini, the colour of which would match her eyes beautifully. She was a little reluctant to try on the bikini, but when she did - it looked great!

She gave me a big hug and thanked me warmly. As we stood there in the change room, in her arms I felt an attraction to her that I knew was more than just friendly. I wasn't sure if it was just me, but when we broke from the hug, she continued to hold on to my arm, and became much more tender with me.

We left the boutique, and, seeing the bus across the square, we realized that we were late! We laughed like school girls, and she grabbed my hand and we ran for the bus. Alfonso the driver made a comment about ladies shopping, as we boarded the bus, and we found our seats at the back of the bus, empty and waiting for us.

We plopped ourselves down, giggling, despite the angry looks that the others were shooting our way. Anne made me feel like a teenager again, and I loved being with her. We continued to hold hands for the ride back, and would only briefly break to point out things we saw to each other. Somehow, we began to touch each other more frequently, a squeeze on the arm here, a soft touch there.

My feelings for her were becoming much more sensual. I had slept with several women while in university, and enjoyed it immensely, but since I had met my husband, I hadn't made love to another woman. However, looking into Anne's laughing eyes, I realized that I wanted to be much more than just friends - I wanted to make love to her.

The bus finally arrived at the resort, and we stood and talked in the lobby. I realized she was just as reluctant to leave as I was, and her gazes frequently locked with mine in a warmth that I knew was mutual. She suggested we get together on the beach the next morning, as her husband would be out deep sea fishing. That worked perfectly with my plans, as I knew my husband and sons would be going scuba diving the next day.

With a renewed excitement, we agreed to meet at the beach bar and we would spend the day together. A quick kiss, and we left our separate ways. I'm sure I floated all the way back to our room, feeling the butterflies in my stomach carrying me the whole way.

The following morning, I packed my boys off and nearly ran down to the beach. She was standing there waiting for me, wearing the bikini she had bought, and it looked great! We hugged, and she told me that she had modeled it for her husband when she got home yesterday, and he loved that she had dared to buy a bikini.

After a few twirls, he had grabbed her, thrown her to the bed, and had the most passionate sex they had had in a long time. I teased her about being sore, and she laughed, and told me that it was all my fault, so I would be held responsible for her recuperation. Those words instantly ignited the butterflies again, as my mind wondered exactly what she had meant by that.

She grabbed my hand and we walked down the beach together, arm in arm, until we found a suitable spot. We ignored the resort chairs, instead laying our towels on the warm sand and plopping ourselves down. We began to put on sun screen, and then she hopped towels and sat down between my legs, asking me to put sun screen on her back.

I relished the opportunity to do so, and caressed her back, from her shoulders down her spine, ticking her ribs playfully, and moving down as low as I dared to go. I continued to softly stroke her back, pretending to still be putting on sun screen for as long as I could.

When I couldn't stall much longer, I bent down and gave her a kiss on the shoulder, telling her she was all set.

With that, she jumped up, grabbed me by the hands, and pulled me up as well. Without another word, we walked into the warm water, hand in hand.

We walked through the shallows for a while, enjoying the warmth of the water and the gentle breeze. We finally settled down, finding a spot in the water that wasn't too deep. This time, I moved behind her and sat down, with my legs on either side of her. We just naturally fit into an embrace, and she pulled my arms around her. We sat together, silently, languishing in the pleasures of the sun, the breeze, and the water. I kissed her shoulder again. She turned in to me, our eyes met, and without a word, our lips came together in a languid kiss.

Time seemed to stop as I felt her lips against mine, slightly salty from the sea water, but soft and warm. As we kissed, a spark ignited between us, and the kiss grew more intense. Our mouths opened, and our lips moved wetly over each other. Our tongues began to explore each other's mouths, relishing the soft warm wetness. The butterflies inside my stomach had caught on fire, and the warmth was moving through my body, igniting my passion. I wanted her. Badly.

Anne broke the kiss, and looked around, then whispered to me that we should go back to her room. I don't even remember the walk back, but it was only seconds before we had entered her room and locked the door, carefully hanging the "Do Not Disturb" sign. She grabbed my hand and led me into the shower. The water was warm and soft against our skin, as we took off our bathing suits. She told me that it was her turn, and she turned me around, put my hands up against the wall, and began to rub the soap across my back.

Here I was, in her shower, with her hands running across my body. Her touch was soft, but firm, as she lathered my back, my arms, and my legs. Her hands moved up between my thighs, and I caught my breath as she sensuously stroked the warm soap between my legs. I melted. She moved her hands up along my hips, across my belly, and began to soap my breasts in soft, gentle strokes, pulling my nipples and rolling them between her fingers.

She moved her body against my back, so that I could feel her breasts pushing in to me, and moved her hands back down between my legs. Her fingers began to slide between my lips, playing with me and bringing out my own nectar. She pulled her fingers out and brought them to her lips, licking my juices off her fingers.

“You taste so delicious”, she told me, then slid her hands back down my belly and between my legs. I was such a hot mess, that I had already begun to shake. She slipped her fingers back inside of me, pushing into me, first one finger, then two. Wriggling and pumping in and out of me, her fingers were igniting a fire deep inside my belly that hadn't burned in a long time. I loved her softness, her curves, her laugh, her fingers, ohhh, her fingers!

Her fingers slid out of me, moving up to softly stroke my clit as her other hand moved down between our bodies, running under my ass, and slipped inside of me to replace the fingers that were just there. They were moving in unison now, picking up the tempo, and I knew I wasn't going to last long. Her fingers were pumping in and out of me, rubbing inside of me at the same time that her other hand was massaging my clit, pulling at it, rubbing it in circles.

Soon enough, I felt that long, rolling thunder building up inside of me and crashing through my body. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss rolled over me, making my legs shake and my body collapse within itself. If she hadn't been holding on to me, I would have fallen to the floor for sure.

The shaking passed, and I regained my strength. She kissed my neck, and told me that we should move to the bed. We fell into the plush bedding, and I rolled over onto her body. We kissed. My lips ran across her cheek, taking an earlobe in my mouth. I licked and nibbled my way down her neck, following her collarbone with my tongue, and slid my tongue down between her breasts.

I softly licked around her breasts, leaving a moist trail as I went. I gently flicked my tongue against her nipple. It rose immediately. I closed my lips on it, pulling it up into my mouth, as I heard her sigh deeply. My hand cupped her breast, squeezing it gently as I licked and sucked on her nipple. I moved on to her other nipple, pulling it between my lips and sucking it deeply into the warm wetness of my mouth. Her hips began to move below me.

I slid my body between her legs, and continued to move down, my tongue and lips exploring her belly along the way. Nestling between her legs, I put my hands just under her knees and pushed them up and out, granting me complete access to her nether region.

My tongue kissed her pubis, and moved down to lick her lips, up one side then down the other. I took fast, soft licks between her lips, feeling and tasting her nectar rising between her lips. With one long, slow lick, I pushed my tongue between her lips, passed over the warmth of her hole, and rested against her clit.

The tip of my tongue danced across her clit, and she pushed her hips up to meet me. With my fingers, I pulled open her lips, and my tongue again explored between them, savouring the wetness and the softness of her womanhood. Again and again, I licked and kissed her cunt, enjoying the warm liquid with which she bathed my mouth. She began to moan, breathing heavily, and I could feel she was close.

She begged me to stick my tongue inside her. I obliged, making my tongue as hard as I could, and pushing it into her hole as deeply as I could. With my tongue, I fucked her, pushing into her over and over. Her body tensed, she moaned, her legs shook and quivered, and she let out a long, deep groan. I felt her body shaking under me, as her own orgasm rolled through her. Hips jerking, legs shaking, I enjoyed her orgasm, my mouth holding firmly against her sex, until her body slowed and relaxed.

I moved up her body, giving her little wet kisses as I went. She pulled me to her, and softly, we kissed, holding each other in a warm and tender embrace. No words were spoken, none were needed. We basked in the afterglow of our passionate embrace. I could feel her breath falling softly against my cheek, her chest rhythmically rising and falling, like the waves of the ocean. Before long, I'd fallen into a deep, relaxing slumber, with her body nestled closely into my own.