We have seen so much together, experienced so much together and done so much together. And yet, the limit of possibilities between us appears to keep ever expanding. The four years and a few months of togetherness have offered us the privilege of living life like we had never done before – nor dreamed ever. It has been God's reward to us both for the torture undergone in our previous marriages. We have passed through several corridors in this wonderful journey we set out on a cool wintry day in 1999. The kaleidoscope of sensations and feelings that has unfolded these years has been overwhelming. Our voyage though the unexplored and the unexperienced has taken us to exotic places and has made us do most wonderful of things to and with each other. We have lived life so fully after we discovered each other – no, sorry, after she discovered me and made me discover myself.
 
This is going to be different, very different indeed. We are off to Maldives on a little vacation. This is part of the little indulgence that we have vowed to permit ourselves at least twice each year, when we run away from the maddening world that is our daily existence. The choice of locations that we have chosen in the past has been fabulous indeed and we often talk endlessly of each one of them, and we argue endlessly which one was the best and often end up agreeing that they were all so fabulous in their own right and no particular one ranks first!

The Resort seems relatively small in size in comparison to what we’ve got used to. Maldives does not have many big hotels. But we are assured it is comfortable and elegant all the same. And I have not yet said a word about the specialty of this hotel. Our room is not a traditional hotel room but more of a cottage in the middle of the shallow lagoon waters off the Maldives coast. A wooden walkway takes us from the main lobby to the beautiful cottage. The cottage has all amenities essential for tourists of our type. The bath is exotic, with a part of it open to the sky. The constant sound of waves lapping against the wooden pillars is so thrilling. The room has glass windows on all four sides and the stunning view of the sea that it offers is difficult to describe. The water is blue as blue can be. Sea gulls are fluttering all round and making their lovely sounds. 
 
Our bags parked in the anteroom, we hold each other in our arms, as we always do when we reach a new spot like this. I bring my lips to her and kiss her softly on her lips. The kiss is soft but prolonged. I rejoice in inhaling her smell deep and long. The proximity of our bodies when we are kissing is so satisfying and invigorating to both of us. I feel so safe, so wanted, so loved, and I am sure feelings are not any different on her side.
 
The sun is setting in the west. We stand by the window and watch the sun going down into the sea. Even as the disc is touching water, an urge to see the merger of Sun and Water more clearly overtakes us almost simultaneously and we rush out of the cottage into the walkways crisscrossing the coast, leading to various cottages. She stands close to me, her arm touching mine. The sensations that run through my body titillate and electrify me and I feel proud to have this happen to me so many years after we came together. Our breathing becomes deeper as we watch the Sun entering the Sea. The copulation of Nature in this form is so inspirational, so divine. The waves moving up and down cause the visible size of the setting Sun wane and wax, making us imagine the deep and passionate strokes of the Sun ‘doing’ it with the Sea. Long after the Sun has completely entered its Beloved, we turn to each other, exchange meaningful smiles and head back towards the cottage.
 
“I would love to change into something more comfortable and rest under the sky for sometime. What do you say?”, I enquire. She rarely says “no” on such occasions. In fact, she rarely says “no” to me, anyway. We unpack our bags and quickly change, in full view of each other. I wear loosely fitting shorts and T-shirt and she changes into a just a gown. There are no other entrappings on our bodies. This is how we usually dress on such occasions. We take a bed sheet to rest on and another to cover ourselves with just in case we feel a chill. and we head straight out. We do not realise then there is no place for a chill when we are together.
 
Once in the lobby, she wants a munch. We quickly jump into the coffee shop and order some snack and tea. The girl in the shop perhaps sees our mood from the way we are dressed and tells us that the resort is very thinly occupied today. She suggests we could go to the private beach and enjoy the breeze and sea without being disturbed. Our eyes sparkle at the suggestion and we almost run towards the beach.
 
Once there, it takes us no time to find the spot for this special evening. It is a piece of land with clean fine sand with well-kempt green shrubs around. In the front, we can see the sea clearly and behind us, the hotel building is visible in parts through the thick foliage. The cottages are towards our left and we can see lights in just a couple of them. 
 
I spread out the bedsheet and we sit down, close to each other. She lies down immediately, keeping her head on my lap. She looks so much more beautiful with the moonlight glistening on her lovely face. She smiles at me and turns me on as only she can. I am immediately overcome by twin feeling of pride and joy, seeing this most beautiful face on earth lying so serenely on my lap. The contentment on her face makes me cherish our association even more. Such contentment has entered our lives only after we entered each other’s lives. 
 
I plough the fingers of my right hand lightly through her silken hair. With the forefinger of my left hand, I doodle on her cheeks, transgressing now to her lips and now to her earlobes, lightly and gingerly, never applying any pressure. I know she is loving it each bit, for, she closes her eyes every now and then, trying to absorb the sensations more fully. Every few minutes, I give her little peck on her forehead and nose. I love kissing her nose. The fanning of my fingers becomes more widespread, and I rub her lightly along the sides of her torso and abdomen. During their journey, my fingers feel the base from where her lovely breasts begin and she heaves a little heavily each time her tactile tissues there feel my touch. It is sensuous and yet not erotic. She is lying so comfortably on her most coveted perch. She is in no mood to move, as the only way she reciprocates is by giving me a flying kiss once in a while. 
 
All this while, we have been talking in whispers, in monosyllables that only we understand, in symbolic ways that no one else can decipher. After what seems like an eternity, she reminds me that I must be feeling tired under her weight. I refuse to accept, for, such a light frame could never tire me, even if she were to spend the night sleeping on top of me. But she offers to exchange positions. I am not given to saying “no” to her either. To lie down on her lap is one of the most wonderful experiences in my memory. She bends down to kiss me lightly and I can feel her lovely breasts squashed between our bodies. Her hands quickly unbutton my T-shirt and begin to savour the hair on my chest. She has always been in love with the hair so rampantly grown all over my body. Her frail and lean arm finds its way through my T-shirt to my shorts and she quickly places her hand on my crotch. She makes a comment on how I am not erect and I tell her that today is special. 
 
Another million years and I remember that she must be tired by now. So, we disengage and lie on our backs on the bedsheet. It is only now that the beauty of the sky hits us. We have never seen so many stars, twinkling and simmering so brightly. The sight is breathtakingly superb. Combined with the sounds of the sea, the gulls and the inspects behind the foliage, this makes a most exotic setting. We look at the stars and our hands instantly hold each other. As soon as I get her hand in mine, I start moving my finger on her palm, writing sometimes my name and sometimes my love for her. She always loves my fingers moving in this manner but has never, perhaps, fathomed the purpose of the movement. We are liking the wind lapping against our bodies. She suddenly suggests that we permit the wind caress out whole bodies. Little effort is required to discard the scanty dresses on our bodies and the next moment, we are lying down naked alongside each other. This has always been my dream, to be
with her in the closest possible manner under the stars, dressed most primitively. The cool breeze is violating our modesty by touching us in our innermost and most private parts. I can see her glancing sideways to where my manhood lies and she exclaims that it is still sleeping. I can sense her need and decide to fulfil some of it. 
 
I get up and sit down. I put my finger on her forehead and touch her lightly. I then start a slow movement downward, brushing over her nose, through her lips, chin, middle of her neck, the valley between her beautiful breasts. As I pass by her breasts aching for attention, I can see her raising her torso and shifting sideways to catch my finger on her mass of “softy” flesh, but my movement is like a guided missile, on course. As I leave the hills of her mammary glands behind, the foray onto her abdomen titillates her even more. I stop for a teasingly long moment at her navel and then glide past. 
 
I am now inches away from her well-kempt mass of pubic hair, which herald the beginning of jurisdiction of her lovely womanhood in all its glory, all too well known to me by now. I can feel her breathing get heavier in anticipation. I also espy her hips rising to meet the oncoming feather of my finger. I stop my downward movement for a while, and run her excitingly close to a crescendo. She beckons to me to resume my journey and I oblige. I reach the pubic mound and hesitate for a moment before I hold the whole triangle in my palm, the tips of a couple of fingers perhaps touching some sensitive nerves of her womanhood. I release the triangle as suddenly as I had grabbed it, change course and move on to the inside of her right thigh. As I pass tantalisingly close to the most sensitive assembly of her sex, I can feel her body shake as if by an earthquake. I know that the muscles inside her lower abdomen have had spasms and caused her copious juices to escape her hallowed portals. Yes, in the moonlight, I can see her womanhood glisten with her liquids, oozing out liberally. I know she feels let down by my change of path but also know that she loves the huge expectation building up. I continue my journey down her knees, to her calf muscles, her ankle, feet and toes. 

I quickly get up, my loosely dangling manhood dripping wet with my own precum, and sit close to her feet, facing her. The sight is breathtakingly beautiful indeed. I have a full rich view of my woman, in al her naked glory, flashing all her womanly charms at me. I hold her right foot and start sucking on her little toes. She obviously likes the action, as she begins to groan my name, slowly at first, but gradually raising the pitch. The dripping orifice of her womanhood has been at work all through. I can now see a largish spot on the bedsheet. I know she has already stamped my love on the sands of Maldives. She rocks a bit and then gets stiff in her legs. I know she is close to the edge. I egg her on with more vigorous suckling of her toes and she collapses with a loud shriek. Yes, she has come, without my actually touching any of the conventionally erogenous spots of her body with any part of my body, let alone by any stimulation from my erect manhood. 

I continue my journey, by sucking on the toes of the other foot and when I am done with it reasonably to my heart’s content, I move up the other leg, all the time caressing her skin lightly as if with a feather. Once above her knee, I slow down, lingering progressively longer at each spot. As my fingers scrape on the upper part of her thigh, I can feel her stiffening again beneath my soft touch. I again decide to relieve some of her tension and move my fingers in circles on the inside of her upper left thigh. In the process, I go enticingly close to her labial lips, without ever touching them. I can see her upsurge building up as she lifts her buttocks in the air, urging my finger to oblige her craving womanhood. The wet spot on the bedsheet is much darker and bigger by now. As her pelvis is raised in air, I can see an instalment of her juices lengthen and stretch into a thread right up to the bedsheet a good nine inches below. It is painful to see her starving like that for my finger if not my very manhood. As I can never see her in agony, I decide I must do something to get her over the cliff. I take my mouth close to where her love hole is. I can smell the aroma emanating from the heavenly orifice. And I can see the thick layer of mucus and nectar covering her womanhood. At that point, I just make my lips into a ring and blow into her, from a distance. She obviously likes the sensation and I can sense it having an immediate effect. Her pelvis is raised even higher and she lets out that shriek of my name as she does when she is just about to explode. And there, right in front of my eyes, I can see spasms overtake her palatial portals. She has had yet another orgasm, this time even without any physical touch on any part of her body. In the shimmering moonlight, I can see twitching of her majestic womanhood over and over again. At one point, I notice a stream of thick viscous cordial flowing from her hole to the bedsheet. 

I continue my journey upwards. The pubic mound, the navel, the abdomen, the valley of milk, the neck, the chin, the lips, the nose and the forehead. She is in the seventh heaven of delight and pleasure even in today’s scenario of no touch. I decide that she needs some rest, some well deserved relaxing break. I lie down alongside her, this time to her left and we resume our stargazing. Her protestations against my teasing behaviour tonight draw merely a quiet chuckle from me. I hold her hand and do the familiar scribbling on her palm. She squirms at the sensation and lets out a moan. I turn around a bit and place my other hand on her cheek. As my hand approaches her lips, she grabs the opportunity and takes my finger in. She is now sucking at my fingers and I can feel like she must have felt when the kids used to suck on her nipple when they were young. She has suddenly turned me into a lactating mother! I can now feel wetness on my own thighs, with precum droplets oozing out from myflaccid manhood. 

After this has gone on for a long time, and her breathing has returned to normal, I look at her and ask her if she needed another feast. She demurely nods her accent. I decide that this one should surpass anything else that we have done to each other in the past. I command her to lie still on her back, with her legs spread slightly apart. I get up and stand at a distance and look constantly at her nude form. My gaze traverses each nook of her naked body. I begin from her face, traverse her body from her eyes, lips, cheeks, chin, neck, her full breasts, their protruding focal points and her flat womanly abdomen. I then linger for a long time at the pubic hair and then gaze below. I lick my lips with my tongue and bite them with my teeth. I cannot stand still and feel an ever-increasing pulsation in my groin. She is getting self conscious of her nude form lying starkly in front of me. My licking and biting of my own lips is getting more and more vigorous. My constant gaze of her charming womanhood is beginning to turn her on. I can see her breathing become heavier. I can see her breasts heave higher with her heavy breathing. And I can soon see her twitching her back and moving her hips and thighs to create friction at the core of her sexuality. I gradually come closer, bend over and then sit beside her, all the time my eyes glued to her treasures. I can see her fluids dripping more profusely than ever before. She urges me to have her. I ask her to wait just a little. I promise to give it all to her after this one. The vision and expectation of the promised reward has a magical effect on her. I shift my attention to her lovely breasts and even more beautiful nipples standing tall on her chest. I whisper softly to them and compliment them for their shape and fullness. I promise to them that they would soon receive my attention in a more physical form. I then talk to her lips and can see them licked immediately by her tongue. I return to the Midland and squatbeside the lovely vegetation. I whisper this time to her pussy and promise it the most powerful thrusts and lunges it has ever experienced. 

She is now moaning loudly. She finds my direct dialogue with the jewels in her body as sensuous in the extreme. As I whisper once more to her pussy in a colloquial language that I am not normally given to use, she calls out my name aloud yet again and the blast takes place. I am treated once again to the festivities of spasmodic eruptions from her orifice. 

She has contracted for the millionth time. We are both lying quietly beside each other. I know that we are both wondering that being physical is not the be all and end all of a man-woman relationship. And I know now that time has come for the promised physical action. She is lubricated to the maximum extent possible. My cock, which has been hanging loose from its perch the whole evening has suddenly come to life. I can see the familiar smile on her face seeing the tower stand tall in my mid-region even as I lie next to her. I get up and take her left nipple between my lips. I suck on it strongly, all the time massaging her right breast with my hand. After a while, I interchange attention to her breasts, taking in the right in my mouth and kneading the left with my hand. The upsurge that has built during the evening makes her climax yet again. She chooses to be demanding, for a change. She wants another orgasm straightaway and commands me to give her head. I obey immediately. She has never been so full of juices. As soon as my tongue touches her labial lips, she is on fire. She is rocking her pelvis up and down and I am lapping my tongue harder and harder, now on her lips and now on her clit. She is flowing endlessly into my mouth. The more she melts into my mouth, the more vigorously I suck on her orifice and nub. None of us is surprised when she explodes for the umpteenth time this evening in my mouth. 

The most sensuous and erotic build up of the evening has had its effect on her. She doesn’t seem to cease wanting more. She eggs me on to give her one more, this time a big one. Without any ado, I decide that it is time for the feast. I crouch on top of her and enter her effortlessly. Deeper and deeper I go with each stroke and louder and louder she shrieks with each dive that my manhood has into her womanhood. 

We do it in a dozen different positions till I am ready to reward her with my hot steaming seminal fluid. I cry out aloud to her and am surprised to hear her calling my name simultaneously. We have our orgasms in a synchronised manner. 

We come back to earth after a while. For the first time this night, she speaks in a clear voice telling me that she is famished for food. We quickly dress ourselves, retreat into the resort and head straight for the cafeteria. The girl in the cafeteria looks at us meaningfully. We sit down on a side table alongside the window. She gets up, walks to the girl, whispers something into her ear, pats her on the back and returns. I know, it is a thanksgiving in her own nice way, an acknowledgment of assistance received and enjoyed. The dinner that we have today is the most well earned and sumptuous one.