Recently I took a much-deserved vacation to Jamaica after four consecutive years of work. I chose Negril for its fabulous climate and its world-renowned nude beaches. The beach my hotel was on seemed endless. The sand stretched into the distance in a serpentine pattern, its glowing whiteness outlining the exquisite neon-blue sea.

I walked along the beach for a good hour, surveying the beautiful women who had come to Negril to tan the entirety of their bodies. The sun felt good on my face and chest as I looked up at the powder-blue sky. Although there were long stretches of beach that were completely uninhabited, approximately every mile or so there was an outcove — an area with a bar and chaise lounges. Most people lay on towels on the sand. It was at one of these spots that I decided to set up camp my last day before returning home.

I claimed a place on the sand and drank down a few Jamaican pina coladas made with 190-proof white rum. I put on my Walkman and closed my eyes. I breathed in, the warm, sweet air, my mind drifting through the music and the intoxicating sun. I fell asleep.

By the time I awoke, I had soaked up a good two hours’ worth of sun and my body felt as though it were part of the beach. I turned over on my stomach and, as I looked to my left, I saw a lovely young woman lying on her back, completely nude. Her face was average-looking, but her body was spectacular — firm, athletic. She was fair-skinned, you could tell, but slightly tan. Her nipples were small and pebble-like; there was almost no coloration around the nipples themselves.

My eyes traveled over her body from head to toe. She was freckled and slightly shiny from the coconut oil I could smell from a few feet away. I imagined putting my mouth on her erect nipples, sucking them, biting them. My hard-on was more conspicuous in my bulging bikini briefs than if I had exposed it. I was that excited.

I sat up to get a better look at this dreamy body. Her luminous golden pubic hair barely covered the tan folds of skin that were her pussy. I hoped I wasn’t being too obvious appreciating her charms through my sunglasses.

“Enjoying the view?” a voice asked, a sound out of nowhere. So much for the sunglasses.

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself,” I said. She sat up. “You know, most people go to nude beaches just to enjoy the sun. It’s really not a sexual thing.”

“Tell that to my hard-on,” I blurted out.

She cracked up. Not just a giggle, but a laugh that came from the gut, a belly laugh, if you will. A flat, muscular, tan belly laugh. She lay down again and I stole a fourth, fifth and sixth glance at her lovely breasts. I turned to look out at the Caribbean and fell asleep again. I woke up to a glorious sunset. I looked around, but the girl was gone — but not for good.

Back at my hotel, I showered and changed into a fresh pair of shorts. I was going to skip dinner and visit friends staying at another hotel. As I walked down the winding back steps of the hotel, I saw her, the girl from the beach. She looked tan, especially now that she was dressed completely in white — white skirt, white halter. She was by herself, sitting on a small bench that was partially hidden behind a banana tree.

“Hey, it’s you,” I offered.

“And it’s you,” she countered.

A few moments later, I had learned that her name was Susan and that her father owned the restaurant adjacent to my hotel. There seemed to be some kind of understanding between us as we spoke, a sense of comfort and ease, as though we were friends from long before. Her energy was contagious. As she spoke, from time to time she emphasized what she was saying by touching my leg. Some people I’ve known are touchers by nature. But given our conversation on the beach, I hoped that her body language meant something much more.

The third time Susan touched my leg, I put my hand on top of hers. She smiled a little, and we stared at each other. I kissed her. She opened her mouth, and I could feel her soft pink tongue push against mine. We kissed like that for several minutes before she put her long fingers over my crotch, which was now stirring with a determined erection. I could tell that she too was turned on.

Susan turned on the bench to face me, keeping one foot on the floor while lifting the other up on the bench. I reached under her white cotton skirt and ran my fingers over her panties; they were a little wet. She continued to lean into me, kissing more ferociously, our teeth clacking together from time to time. I did not go inside her panties, though. I just enjoyed feeling her shape, her wetness. Every once in a while, she’d reach over and squeeze my cock.

Finally I moved the material covering her pussy aside and ran my fingers over her light covering of pubic hair. She broke our kiss and moaned softly when I slipped a finger into her tight pussy. She looked at me, kind of squinting, her mouth half open, her pussy sucking on the length of my finger. I kissed her while I did this, but she hardly responded, only breathed deeply from the stimulation. Suddenly she pulled away and said, “Come on, right here.” She was driving me past logical thought and straight into the land of fuck-it-all passion.

Susan lay down on the bench and brought her knees up to her chest. Her thighs were together and her pussy peeked through the framing flesh. Quickly I released my cock from my briefs. It stood smooth and erect. inches from her slightly protruding and ready pussy. I took out a condom and ripped the package open with my teeth. I was on fire with lust.

Once the rubber was sheathing my cock, I grabbed Susan’s ankles and held both her feet together, straight up in the air. Then, slowly, I pushed into her, entering inch by beautiful inch, watching her pussy swallow my cock. I let go of her ankles, and her calves fell to either side of my head. I lifted her up by her tanned ass and started fucking her hard and fast. The sensation of repeated penetration was incredible-hot, tight, buzzing. She was so snug around my cock with her thighs pressed together that way. Each fevered thrust was an urgent request for ejaculation.

I reached down and ran my hands over her breasts, pinching her nipples through her white halter. I slid my cock in all the way and leaned over her, working my hands underneath her top and getting two handfuls of erect-nippled tit.

As I started to fuck again, Susan moaned and whispered, “I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna come right here.”

“Come, baby, come,” I growled.

Her breathing became ragged. She pushed out and dragged in several short breaths through clenched teeth, her eyes shut tight. I stopped fucking in order to feel her blonde pussy tighten around my cock. When the pulsations stopped, I started moving in and out again. My orgasm approached, and as Susan moaned loudly, I came, feeling as though I were shooting right into her as the tip of the condom filled with my ejaculate.

We heard faint voices and footsteps and began to giggle uncontrollably as we raced to get dressed. Susan gave my cock a few quick sucks before putting it away in my cotton underwear. Having put ourselves back together, we kissed and walked back around to the front of the hotel, both of us soaked with salty sweat.

In the morning, we enjoyed brunch with a bottle of champagne. We hardly spoke about the previous night’s activities. As a matter of fact, we hardly spoke. We just looked at each other, smiling.

Later Susan dropped me off at the airport and kissed me goodbye. We didn’t exchange phone numbers; somehow that didn’t seem appropriate. But I know where she is, and I am pretty sure I am welcome to return. I can’t wait till next year.