A tropical paradise sets the stage for a couple’s inhibitions to be lost at sea.

Strewn across the tropical sea, the little jeweled islands of the archipelago thrust up out of that warm, aquamarine water. Everything lay beautiful and isolated. It was a torrid haven, and I’d come to it in the summer, when it was too sultry for most tourists.

The native name for the place was a musical string of syllables. The translation: Ecstasy.

So, needing a serious break from my job and seeking some spiritual renewal, I had come to Ecstasy. The place didn’t disappoint. There was a main island, where I checked into a nearly empty hotel. There were also local places to eat. The pace was unhurried, especially in the off season. Whenever anybody apologized for delays in service, I told them not to worry. I wasn’t in any rush for anything.

The white sand beaches were uncrowded. In shorts, I walked with the surf breaking around my ankles. There were a few women splashing in the water or out strolling like me, but they were all partnered up. I didn’t mind. I hadn’t gone there looking to get laid.

Even so, the sight of scantily clad, heat-soaked feminine bodies set my balls on a low, steady simmer. There was something decidedly sensual about the whole setting. My skin was caressed by the radiance of the equatorial sun. The soft breezes carried the aroma of the gleaming ocean which surrounded the circle of islands.

I decided to be adventurous. The exotic locale seemed to call for it. It had been years since I’d gone snorkeling. I was told about some great spots out by the tinier islands. A boat could take me there, I heard. So I got some gear and went on out.

The islet where the boatman dropped me off was no bigger than a city block, a hump covered in waving grasses and ringed by soft sand. There the sea was shallow, and I could snorkel among the coral for as long as I wanted. The boat would be back in a few hours.

After the vessel chugged away, the gentle silence settled over me, getting down into the knots my high-stress job had left with me. Everything felt faraway, like the island lay out on the edge of the world.

Grinning, I snorkeled up and dove into the gentle surf. It was unbelievably gorgeous beneath the emerald surface. Colorful sea life darted everywhere. There was indeed a panorama of eye-catching coral to explore. I swam about, enjoying the exertion, flexing every muscle and feeling more physically alive than I had in some while.

I went out farther, still skimming under the surface and breathing through the snorkel. The silty underwater terrain sloped off sharply, and I gazed out at the deeper vista of the open sea.

And there, just beyond the drop-off, I saw her. She was in diving gear — a tank strapped to her back, diving mask affixed, fins on her feet. And nothing else on. Except for the equipment necessary for her dive, she was utterly nude.

In my memory I keep several all-time erotic images. They are pictures seared forever in my mind, moments that capture the absolute loveliness of the female body. For instance, in my head — ready to be called up at an instant’s notice — is the image of a woman who picked me up in a bar in New Orleans. She’d taken me back to her French Quarter apartment, where we’d fucked like mad beneath her bedroom’s spinning ceiling fan. It had been sultry hot then, too.

But my memory was fixed on a moment afterward, when I’d gone to get a drink of water and was coming back to bed. I stood in the doorway and saw her lying across the disheveled covers. Her skin glistened as the fan’s blades stirred her dark hair, which lay half across her fine-boned face. In the soft light she was exquisite, like a masterwork of feminine beauty.

My cock blazed back into full hardness, and we fucked like crazy all over again. But it was that single flawless image I took away with me. I had a collection of such mental snapshots, a carnal cache I could randomly peruse, reminders of good times and lovely ladies.

Now, I had a new image to add to my stockpile: this naked woman, deep in the water where the shafts of tropical sunlight just brushed her bare flesh. She hung there, kicking her finned feet in slow motion.

Her body was a freckled ivory — I could tell even at my distance. Her legs, as they moved, showed lines of toned muscle. But her thighs looked creamy smooth. Her pussy was clean-shaven, her belly tight and flat. Her breasts were lush mounds, tipped with nipples as vividly pink as some of the coral I’d just viewed.

Something about the contrast of the diving gear with the grace of her nude form touched me deeply. It was like when you see a classic painting that you just get. It reaches you on some unfathomable aesthetic, warming your soul.

The sight of this woman beneath the water brought the general seething eroticism of Ecstasy into sharp focus. She seemed to embody all the exotic beauty I’d experienced since arriving there. The slow simmer I’d been feeling became a raging heat. Desire tingled through me. My cock stirred in the swim trunks I wore.

She had been turning my way when I’d appeared over the shelf of sea bottom. She faced me now. Obviously reactions were slowed down by the water, but I didn’t see her flinch or recoil. Her fin-clad feet continued to move smoothly. I couldn’t see much of her face behind the mask and mouthpiece.

But she made no effort, it seemed, to hide her nakedness from me. She dangled there, out over the abyss, like some alluring sea creature. Her bare body undulated as her long red hair trailed out past the air tank.

She waved at me.

Grinning around the snorkel, I waved back. What was I supposed to do? But I didn’t stop staring. I was caught in her watery spell.

When she finally turned away, still evidently completely unselfconscious, I beheld the sweet pale swells of her ripe ass. She moved off, farther outward. Her body stood out against the depth’s deeper shadows. I watched her until she was practically out of sight.

But that initial image stayed branded into my brain. It had already joined that elite pantheon of erotic imagery, which I would carry with me all my days. Even though this encounter hadn’t led to sex, I still felt like something special had transpired between us.

I swam back from the edge, stood up out of the water and looked around. I saw a boat half behind the next islet along the archipelago. Had she dived from there?

I thought about swimming over, but that seemed intrusive. When my boatman showed up, I considered having him take me to the other vessel, but what would I say if I saw her? “Hi, I’m the guy who was ogling you in the water before.” Well, I still had that permanent mental picture of her. I wondered if she regularly went diving in the nude.

Back on the main island that evening, I naturally looked around for her. Maybe if we met under normal circumstances, we could chuckle about our earlier encounter. I wondered if she’d noticed the hard-on in my swim trunks.

But I saw no freckly redheads as I walked the streets around the hotel. I stopped here and there for a drink and a bite to eat. The night air was fragrant, the temperature perfect. I found myself wandering back onto the beach, to a lonesome stretch of it.

Heat still radiated from the white sands, but I kicked off my shoes anyway. Then on impulse I shed my shirt. A breeze perfumed by the sea caressed my bare torso. The steady sound of the incoming waves was hypnotic.

“Desire surged in me like a riptide. She quivered with need in my arms.”

She sprang into my head, my lovely seaborne nymph. In a happy daze, I hooked my thumbs into my waistband and peeled the shorts down my legs. This was a hedonistic paradise. Nobody was going to care if they saw me naked. Besides, no one was around.

The tropical air enveloped my naked body. My cock had been brought to life by the memory of the diving woman. Dreamily, I strode toward the water. It was a frothing blackness beneath the night sky, away from the lights of the island’s commercial strip. Warm waves slapped against me. When I was thigh-deep, I dove forward, letting the enchanted sea take me fully into its embrace.

I didn’t worry about my clothes left ashore. I didn’t worry about anything. I swam out past the waves, finding myself under a glittering expanse of stars. All the tensions I’d brought to these islands were finally gone. I was rejuvenated. I had been saved by Ecstasy.

A grin split my face. I chanced a look back toward the beach, and suddenly my heart lurched. I swiped a hand over my eyes to make sure I was really seeing what I thought I was seeing.

A statuesque woman was standing on the sand. Her long hair lifted in the gentle breeze. It was strawberry red in the moonlight. Casually, as if it were the most natural thing she could do, she took off her articles of clothing, dropping them where I’d left mine.

She stood nude in the night’s silvery light. Her pale body seemed to glow. With elegant strides she walked into the oncoming waves that broke over her thighs. Sea spray and foam splashed across her high, firm breasts.

She dove forward into the surf, heading directly toward where I was treading water. My cock was now blazingly hard. Excitement electrified my every muscle. I saw her beneath the star-mirrored surface of the sea, a beautiful bare shape darting smoothly toward me.

No doubt, I had taken this nighttime skinny-dip because of seeing her earlier. Now there she was, literally in the flesh. It was like I’d conjured her, an oceanic maiden of stunning splendor, a creature of lust and fantasy.

But she was no spirit. Her face lifted out of the water right before me. Her hair was plastered to her skull and shoulders. The upper slopes of her breasts broke the surface as she emerged. I gazed at her. Without the diving mask in the way, I saw how truly lovely her features were. Her eyes glinted like green gemstones. She smiled. Then, coyly, she lifted a hand from the water and waved at me from a foot away.

The sea rolled around us. The movement pushed me toward her. She caught my arms, and her grip was strong. Our bodies moved together, causing her tits to press against my chest and my cock to brush her flat belly.

Wordlessly, she put her mouth on mine. I tasted the water’s brine on her lips. But those lips parted and so did mine, and our tongues met. The kiss deepened. I wrapped my arms around her, even as we both continued to tread water. Her body was slippery in my hold, but she was rubbing deliberately on my cock. I felt her stiff nipples press into me.

We hung there in the water, with the random motions of the sea shifting us one way, then the other. We kissed voraciously, tongues tangling and urgent moans rising from each of us. Desire surged in me like a riptide. She quivered with need in my arms.

It was time to get back to shore. Maybe we could grab our stuff and head to my hotel room. Maybe —

She apparently had another idea. She turned and started swimming parallel to the beach. I followed, seeing the luscious knolls of her ass flashing above the water, beneath the starlight. We swam on a short distance, then turned toward the land.

She’d led us to a segment of beach where the tropical trees grew down near the waterline. She rose from the water, dripping, and walked toward the trees’ cover. Now not even a casual observer would spot us.

Water streamed off me as I followed, feet sinking in the still-warm sand. My hard cock waggled before me. My mouth still tingled from her kiss. She was kneeling on the sand. I moved to join her, but she stopped me with a raised hand. I stood before her.

She took my cock in her hand. The contact made me jump, and my dick twitched in her grip. She stroked my shaft, gazing at me hungrily. She settled a cradling hand around my balls and moved her mouth toward my staff.

I stood rigidly on the sand, anticipation making me dizzy. Her warm breath tickled my dick, just before her tongue rolled itself around the smooth, rounded cap of my cockhead. My eyes briefly drifted shut from the intense sensations rocketing through my body. Her lips enclosed me, and when I looked again, she was diligently sucking her way down my shaft.

“I watched myself disappear into her mouth, every throbbing inch.”

Moonlight fell through the overhead fronds of the trees. I watched myself disappear into her mouth, every throbbing inch. Rivulets of water were still trickling down my limbs, but now a sheen of sweat moistened me all over again. The warm night air made my skin prickle as the trees creaked softly around us.

My flame-haired beauty sucked me down to where her hand gently held my balls. My cockhead was in her throat, her gag reflex evidently under her complete control. She drew the tight circle of her lips back up my shaft, then dropped her mouth down me once more.

She fell into a steady rhythm, her head bobbing and her neck muscles standing out. The strands of her wet hair were spread across her shoulders like a spider’s web. Her tongue wriggled up and down my cock. The suction of her mouth was intense, and pleasure overwhelmed me.

When my hips started to helplessly thrust, I tried to pull away. Maybe she wouldn’t want me shooting off in her mouth. I was wrong. With her hand around my nutsac, she could tell I was fast approaching the point of no return. She continued to blow me; her lips remained sealed around my cock.

A deep shudder started in me. It seemed to emanate from my marrow, spreading outward. The bliss mounted, then it took me utterly. With a final intense tremor, my orgasm tore from me and I blasted into her mouth.

She held on, not letting a spurt escape. She kneaded my balls, intensifying what was already a mind-shattering climax. The star-strewn sky wheeled overhead as she swallowed my load, making happy mewling noises as she did.

Finally, I staggered back. She smiled, sitting back on the sand. I dropped heavily to my knees — but desire hadn’t left me when I’d come. Passion still buzzed in me, though I’d need a few minutes to recover.

In the meantime I eyed my lover, her pale body so alluring. I crawled toward her. She lay back, lifting her knees and spreading her legs, just as I’d wanted. As yet, we still hadn’t said a word to each other. None seemed necessary.

Her pussy gleamed, lovely and hairless. I inhaled her aroused aroma as I lay belly-down between her legs. I turned to kiss each of her silken inner thighs in turn, then settled my mouth over her cleft.

I tasted the sea again as I licked her. She responded with a wriggle of pleasure. Her knees closed around my shoulders. I slid my tongue up and down her slit before parting her pussy lips.

Now I got a true taste of her, though the ocean’s saltiness stayed on my tongue, mixing with her more complex flavor. I delved deeper to find her juices flowing freely. The womanly essence of her seemed electrically alive. She made growling sounds, her hips jerking under her as her excitement peaked.

I worked her clit delicately, coaxing the swelling bud toward greater arousal. As she writhed, I licked it harder, then caught her clit between my lips and applied a soft pressure. Her growl turned into gasps and wordless exclamations of lust.

She wound a hand into my damp hair and thrust her pussy against my face, jamming herself against my mouth. I ate her with a feral intensity, being as merciless as she’d been when sucking me off. I was aware of my cock stirring again, a fresh wave of desire building within me.

“I worked her clit delicately, coaxing the bud toward greater arousal.”

Her flowing juices became a sudden flood. Her warm taste streamed into my open mouth as she cried out, locking my face against her pussy for a count of ten. Then she released my hair and fell back with a happy groan.

Panting, I sat up, my chin practically dripping. My cock had sprung to full hardness once more, and desire beat wildly within me. She lay before me on the sand, in our private little grove. It was like we had the entire island to ourselves, free to explore one another, to take and give every iota of ecstasy possible.

As wordless as ever I moved up onto her. Her damp body drew me like a magnet. She pulled me into a kiss, no doubt getting a serious taste of her own pussy, just as the residue of my come stung my tongue.

Her breasts heaved as her excited breaths lifted them. I settled in to position and trailed my cockhead up and down her well-lapped groove. She squirmed, desire stark on her face. This nameless woman of the sea wanted me just as badly as I needed her.

I sank my cock into her pussy, and the grasp of her was warm and slick. I sank easily into her sopping channel. Beneath me, her lovely body undulated, her swimmer’s muscles strong. Her arms slid over my back, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her knees lifted.

I drove myself to her center, my cockhead throbbing at her core. A new tide of pleasure pulled at my being. I let it take me. I plunged into her again and again. It was as though the ocean was around us once more, its surging might moving us.

We rocked together, two castaways clutching one another. Our wet bodies smacked together as my cock plowed her depths. Her pussy flowed anew as she met my thrusts, lifting her ass off the sand. The sultry night sizzled around us. I heard the roar of waves as if they were in my skull. I fucked her like she was a siren who’d lured me onto the rocks.

Our climax this time was shared — a mad mutual eruption of straining limbs, raw cries, and jetting juices.

It truly was Ecstasy.