A Cocktale for Sherry

'Jerry. Let's go down to the beach. We've got two hours before lunch,' she said.

'We haven't got any sun block,' I protested.

'I've got some in my bag. Oh! I forgot,' she said with a grin. 'It's in my case at the airport. Never mind. An hour won't harm you. Come on,' she said, pulling at my arm.

'Okay, okay,' I laughed, 'I give in. Let's take some towels at least.' So she let go of my arm for me to get two big bath towels out of the bathroom and let her lead me down to the beach where dress was optional.

'The staff are not allowed onto this beach during the day, only at very first light to give it clean,' she said as she was almost skipping along as she led me down through the palm trees along a well worn path that opened up to this stretch of sandy beach that must have been about eighty yards long by twenty from the sea. I saw that there were four couples already naked on their towels soaking up the sun's rays.

'I've never done this before,' I said as I stretched out our towels on the sand

'I was nervous on my first day but as others were doing it, why shouldn't I, I said to myself,' she said as she was stripping off her clothes. They were off far quicker than mine and was stretched out naked on a towel before I'd even got my trousers off. But I was sitting down on my towel before I took off my underpants.

'That was some front you had there at reception,' I said after a few minutes. 'Saying that I was your husband.'

'Well they didn't know I was a widow, besides, who was going to say nay?'

'What if they had asked to see my passport?' I retorted.

'Why should they? You would have had to show it on entry to the Bahamas, so there would be no need for them to do so here. Anyway, who cares, you're here with me and I love you for it,' she finished, rolling over onto her side to kiss me.

She said she loved me! Was this the truth or just words to fit the sentence? I must admit though, I had a tingle inside me that said that maybe I could be falling in love with her. Maybe it was this that made me turn and kiss the breast that was against my arm. She pulled my head up and kissed me on the lips.

'Fuck me Jerry, please,' she whispered into my ear.

'What? Out here? In the open? There are others on the beach you know,' I said in some form of protest.

'Well look over your shoulder, they're doing it,' was the reply. I turned my head and sure enough, the couple about fifteen yards away were copulating on one of the towels. The man being on top of the woman and his ass going up and down like a fiddler's elbow with her having her legs up by his sides. 'Please Jerry,' she begged. 'It was torture to be here for two weeks seeing couples having sex and me not even getting a sniff of a man as everybody here then were in pairs. I'm soaking wet already in anticipation. Please Jerry.'

This was a new expression on her face that I'd not as yet seen and it tore at my heart strings that she was actually begging for it. I couldn't stop myself from grinning down at her as I rolled over on top of her as she opened her legs for me to get comfortable and it was the smoothest entry yet as I slid my now rampant cock up inside her.

'Oh heaven,' she cried as I became fully embedded inside, her legs coming up to my waist and her hands pulling down at my shoulders. So in full view of anyone if they wanted to see me fuck Sherry, I did just that. Boy didn't it make me feel great to be out there for everyone one to see me fucking my "wife".

What with the sun blazing down on my back and the exertions I was going through as I fucked Sherry there out on the sand, sweat was pouring off of me as she cried out, 'Harder Jerry, harder!' I just hoped that those closest to us didn't hear her as I began to really pound myself into that hot interior that my cock was sliding back and forth in. It was my balls slapping at her that caused the little buggers that had been breeding there voice their displeasure and so revolted and made their escape in the only way that they could, and so I had them come surging up through my cock to erupt into the space that my cock was then occupying.

I was grunting with every surge, this being at the point where my cock was at its deepest inside that hot vagina. She gave out a scream as she then, feeling my seed hitting her insides, shook and shuddered as she had her orgasm and I swear I could feel her juices flowing down and around my still hard piece of flesh that had triggered of this wonderful event of nature.

Wow! This was so erotic, having sex like this out in the open air and where we could be seen in doing this act between us. I leaned up, having my still hard cock sliding out to her cry of loss as I leaned over to one side and fell onto my back, feeling fucked, and had Sherry surprise me.

'You wonderful man,' she cried as she turned on her side to kiss me, briefly on the lips before moving down on the towel to then hold my still hard cock upright and take the wet and glistening head into her mouth. Not only did she suck out the residue of my sperm but also was licking off some of her juices that was still running down the shaft and collected against her fingers that held me in a firm grip. Was I in Heaven, Utopia or Nirvana? At this moment in time I did not care which of these I was in for it could even had been Paradise, such was the state I was in at the way I was being seen to by my delightful Sherry.

My? The word screamed out in my brain. She is now yours, the voice in my head asked? The other side of my brain was lost for an answer and it sent what was left of my brain and senses into a whirl. Was she mine? Would she be mine? Did I want her to become mine? Three bloody questions that no part of what brain I had left could give me an answer. Oh what kind of web had my now befuddled brain got me caught up in, which raised more questions that would need answers. Did I love her? Could I love her? Will I love her?

What a conundrum that had become fixed in my mind as she kept up with her sucking of my still throbbing erection, obviously getting some pleasure from this act. An act that said that either she had a fixation of sucking on an erect male organ or that she was that besotted in love that she would do anything to please me. I was still nowhere in having an answer when she finished her sucking of me, having pulled out any remaining sperm and licked the head completely clean of both our juices.

Her smile was one of both pleasure and satisfaction which still didn't help me with the quandary I now found myself in.

'Let's go for a swim,' she said, still lying half on my thigh, my still hard cock now laying up on the lower part of my stomach'

'I can't with it still like it is,' I cried, pointing down to my still hard member.

'Don't be so silly. Who's going to care for I'm sure the other women here on the beach have seen it all before?' was her answer.

'Well they haven't seen mine before,' was my reply.

'Don't be silly,' she said again, moving to get up and pulling at my hand. 'The sea water will soon cool you down and them you will be like all the men here. Well some of them,' she giggled, really pulling me hard and left me no choice but to rise up and quickly run with her down the beach and into the sea. My cock had really been bouncing about as I ran and hoped that none of the other people had seen me in this state, but she was right about the water, for it wasn't exactly warm but it did reduce the tumescence that I'd had a few minutes before.

Sherry then reduced me to once again being a young child as we frolicked in the slow surf that washed the beach, splashing each other and seeing who could dunk the other first in an almost wrestling match, both of us laughing when we fell into the water together. There was one point when I dived at her and caught her round the waist, turning her round as we fell down with me on top of her and we were right at the water's edge, the surf slowly washing us as we kissed and I then realised that we were in almost the same position of Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr in the film "From Here to Eternity" as we lay there in an embrace as the surf washed itself around us. The only difference between us and the film was that we were naked. I'm damn sure that we were not the only ones to do or have done what we did there at the surf's edge, for I once again entered Sherry and fucked her for the second time on this beach for nudists.

As we lay there coupled as one, my stomach gave out a rumble which made her giggle, and she eased me off from her, my cock sliding out to be washed of my sperm.

'I heard and felt that your stomach needs feeding,' she said with another giggle and so with a theatrical sigh I rolled off of her and rose up and took her hand to pull her upright and we walked back up the sand to where our towels were. It wasn't until I was drying myself on the towel prior to getting dressed did I realise that I had walked all the way up the beach bollock naked and not given a thought to who might have seen me without my clothes on. So it was here did the lesson endeth in my previous embarrassment of being on this particular beach naked for all to see. It was a little later that here was no way I should be ashamed of what I had between my legs for mine more than compared to those that I saw later and was quite chuffed when I never saw one man that was bigger than myself in that department.

So when dressed, we returned to our room to put the towels out to dry and went off to the main building for lunch, but stopping first in the bar for our first drink of the day where I found a good bourbon cocktail that had peach and cherry brandy mixed in with other small bits that was absolutely delicious. It was the name that made me order this for myself considering where we were, it was called Anchors Aweigh. Sherry opted for a gin sling which she enjoyed with its ice that made it a very cooling and satisfactory drink.

We sat at a small table in this lounge, close to the rail so that we could see people either in the pool swimming or sitting on the shaded loungers. It was here that Sherry told me that all drinks were free as well as the meals as it was an all inclusive holiday resort, so I hoped that they took traveller's cheques for I didn't have much in the way of hard cash with me.

So with us finishing our lovely cocktails, we went round past the reception desk and into the dining area and had the most superb lunch I had ever eaten. I also found out that they had their own lobsters growing beneath the jetty, which were a gourmet's delight.

Sated and full after such a wonderful meal that had been washed down with wine that came from the vineyards that Francis had owned and now belonged to her brother, a vintage such as I had never enjoyed so much. In fact we had had two bottles to drink between us. We thanked the waiter for his service and asked him to pass on our compliments to the chef for the wonderful meal we had just eaten. We even got a bow from him as we left the dining room, deciding that after a meal such as that, that we should have a siesta for our stomachs to really appreciate what had been put inside them. Sherry had no arguments over this decision and so that was where we went and both slept like those of the dead.

We were woken up by a knocking at the door, now I had locked it after we had entered as we didn't want to be disturbed by any cleaner or whatever, but with this persistent knocking had to get up to see who it was making this noise to wake us up. I had looked at my watch to be surprised that it was just coming up to six o'clock of the evening. I got up and went and unlocked the door to see who was outside. It was only after opening it and saw this dark young man standing there with our luggage did I know why the knocking , but it was the way his eyes opened wider as he look down at my body did I realise that I had gotten out of bed naked.

'Y..y..your luggage from the airport sah,' he stammered, his eyes still looking down at my groin.

'Oh, thank you, Bring them in please,' I said and indicated where he was to put them. At that point, Sherry came awake, her eyes only half open went and sat up in bed and with her also being naked, her two lovely tits were now on open display and this young man nearly fell over the floor rug before dropping the luggage when I'd indicated, his eyes crossing between the sight of Sherry's breasts and my cock. I'd found a dollar bill and passed it to him with thanks and he stammered his as he backed out of the room not knowing which sight to linger his eyes upon until I shut the door so finishing his view of the pair of us.

It was only when I lifted my case up onto a stand that was there for that very purpose that I know of the mistake we had made.

'Shit!' I exclaimed. 'Shit and double shit!'

'What's the matter darling?' she asked. It was not for a while did it register with me that she had called me darling.

'We fucked up at the desk! You said I was your husband and went and signed the book as though I was. Now we've had our luggage collected and it has my real name on the bloody label. So they will all know that I'm not really your husband.' Then she started to laugh, falling back on the bed as her body shook with mirth. It was contagious for I started to laugh too and climbed back on the bed as we then hugged each other in our merriment.

'So...so they all now know that we are not man and wife, are they going to care? No. As long as we pay for the room they're not going to give a shit. Which of us is going to pay the bill?' she asked, her laughing now down to her giving me a smirk of a look.

'I am,' I said quite haughtily. 'I couldn't expect my wife to pay the bill,' and that set us both off laughing again.

'And...and...and what name would you put on the traveller's cheque?' and off she went again to which I joined in for they had my real name on them so they would have found out then. Her body was still shaking when she held out her open arms. 'Come here my darling of a husband with the wrong name,' and started to laugh again and I couldn't help but join in both, the arms and the laughter and then suddenly sobered up.

'Do you know that that is the second time that you've called me darling?' I asked as I crushed her breasts to my chest.

'And why not? You are my darling and it the short time that we have known each other, in both senses of the word,' she gave me a smile at this point and am not really sure if it was a smile or a smirk, 'I have come to love you. Do you love me as much as I love you?' I saw the edge of tears in her eyes and not wanting them to become full tears said what she wanted to hear, and yet, there was quite a lot of truth in what I came out with.

'Sherry darling, you have given me what many men do not get from a woman, and that is love in the giving of not only her body but her heart, and that is what I am beginning to fall in love with. The heart! It is that that generates the brain and the rest of the body to respond to this feeling that the heart is giving out and you have shown me that what you have said is from the heart. I am coming to love you very fast and hope that within these two weeks that you will have captured mine which I feel deep down inside me is what you will do.' Then she began to cry and pulled me even harder to her breasts as she kissed whatever part of my face that she could reach in my half angled body positioned across hers.

It was several minutes before her crying ceased and I gently wiped away the tears from her eyes and cheeks to gently kiss both eyelids before those lovely lips that were a fundamental part of the sweet mouth that I was fast coming to love pressing my own lips to in our kissing. It wasn't long before we had removed the constricting sheet that had covered her body for me to look at, to stroke and run my hand up and down the silky skin before kissing both breasts and nibbling at the nipples that soon became outstanding nodules that were easier to suck upon. As I slowly began to kiss my way further down I heard her speak.

'Turn round Jerry darling, but don't stop where you are going.' So I began working my own body round on the bed as I kept up my kissing as I passed over her stomach and found that she had now pushed me over onto my back and had her get across my body as I was now down to her pubic hairs that were now above me and kept using my tongue as she too shifted her body and found that I had her sex right above my face. Not only that, but my sex was now right beneath hers and I felt her hand take hold of my now fully erect cock and had her take the head into the hot interior of her mouth. Her body came down on to me and I was then able to use my tongue to lick up against her clit and also run it all round the insides of those sexual petals that hid it from most eyes.

I managed to get my arms free and my hands up near my head to be able to keep her thighs up and to prevent her moving down and further to smother me as I licked, sucked and teased whatever I could get tongue to. She at the other end didn't have the problem that I could be subjected too as she was up on top and therefore controlled all that we did. Oh how sweet it was to have her tongue roving over the flesh that she had bared so that she could tease me while she sucked on my organ. I'm not sure who got the most pleasure of us both sucking and teasing each other with our mouths and tongues. I only know that I loved it and it wasn't long before I began to buck my hips upwards to come in her mouth only to find that I had also brought her to an orgasm and nearly choked on what she gave out in these throes of our two bodies. I still think I suffered the most on almost being drowned with her outpourings. But overall, we had both pleasured each other and we soon moved apart after having had our sexual release and left the bed for a shower.

Now this was a far cry from that shower that the Hilton had for here we could both get into the cubicle and still have plenty of room to do as we wished but with us just having had sex, we didn't do it in the shower but there was enough space for us to wash each other under the cascade of water that not only cleaned us but kept, well, me at least, from becoming aroused again. It's strange that a man easily shows his arousal for a woman to either see or feel and yet the male cannot really tell in a physical sense when a woman has been aroused in a similar fashion. Answers please on a postcard. Sorry. A touch of English humour there. But it is really an answer that most heterosexual males would like to know. But I've digressed, apologies.

With us both showered, sated and clean, got dressed in fresh clothes from our collected luggage, went off for a drink before dinner. This we had, the same cocktails as before and an even better dinner than lunch had been. The lobster thermidor was out of this world, as was the rest of the meal washed down again by the unrivalled wine.

Instead of going straight to our room, we stayed in the lounge for another hour to listen to the pianist as we had a few more drinks. We also learned a bit more about Francis, the builder of this resort, turning it from a barren island to what it was now. She had also been among other things, a cabaret artiste and so when she was here would quite often give an evening of her singing which we were told has never been bettered. Another fact was that whenever you heard Clare de Lune being played on the piano told you that she was there running her fingers over the keys. It was a sad time for the hotel when they learned that she had died in a plane crash back in the sixties and she, for all that she had achieved and was a millionaire, was only twenty six at the time of her death.

So she could only have been in her early twenties when she raised this island into what it was now and so made a note at I would look up to read the story of this remarkable young women, for what she had achieved here was far better than any other holiday resort I had ever been to, bearing in mind that this had been originally started back in the early sixties. It says a lot that this many years later it still surpasses all those that have been built since.