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  It was five years after graduation that he met Kendra on a dig in Thebes. The attraction was instantaneous, and Josh’s golden looks starkly contrasted Kendra’s creamy, freckled complexion, mellow amber eyes, and shock of carrot-red hair. Josh had the slim physique of a runner, while Kendra’s softy curvaceous figure mimicked that of a ripe pear. While Josh tanned easily, Kendra had to constantly avoid getting sunburnt in the unforgiving climate.

  Something about the desert heat always left Kendra in a perpetual state of arousal, and she found herself masturbating whenever she had the opportunity. A precocious child, she had discovered a voracious appetite for sex at an early age, and was reading about the erotic frescoes of Pompeii when other children were still playing with toys. Her parents were open-minded, and encouraged both her curiosity and intelligence. It was no surprise that she started university at sixteen and began apprenticing with her parents after graduating with honors.

  Kendra traveled with her parents around the world until they finally became semi-permanent residents of Egypt. Far from civilization, embraced by the lingering spirit of an ancient culture, she particularly enjoyed sleeping naked in a tent, the flap opened to the stars. Spreading herself open on her hands and knees, she slowly fondled her body, paying particular attention to her generous breasts, before trailing her fingers to her pussy and ass both saturated by the juice leaking from her pussy.

  She was fond of edging, which brought her to the verge of coming until she was trembling, aching, and drenched in sweat. Sometimes it took only a fleeting touch to elicit a shattering orgasm, but to prolong her pleasure, she often fucked herself with the rounded handle of her hairbrush by thrusting it deeply inside her pussy, imagining that it was a thick cock pounding her.

  If she was feeling particularly hungry, she also slid the juice-slicked handle into her ass. That she did this in front of the open flap only added to intensity when she came. She liked to imagine phantom eyes watching and exploring her body with her. But it provided only temporary relief, and she was constantly plagued with a heavy, sensual languor that begged for release.

  When Josh arrived at the dig, it was as though her prayers had been answered. Not only did they work well together, but Kendra’s parents loved him. If they noticed the chemistry between Josh and their daughter, they made no effort to thwart the relationship, and their long hours at various digs provided Kendra and Josh ample opportunity to be alone.

  One afternoon while supervising a smaller dig with only assistants and workers, Kendra and Josh took off ostensibly to pick up supplies from the primary dig. On the way, they stopped at a remote oasis and parked the Range Rover in the midst of a dense cluster of date palms. Shaded from view, they spread a blanket on the sand and fucked like a pair of starving animals.

  It was quick and hard. Kendra had mounted Josh in a sixty-nine position, her approving gaze fixed on his thick cock. It rose like a fleshy obelisk that vanished into her mouth an inch at a time. Gripping the base of his cock with one hand, she caressed his balls with the other, pausing occasionally to lick and suck them. She enjoyed feeling them tighten in her mouth, the taut skin the texture of an orange peel.

  Josh’s tongue and fingers spread her pussy across his face and explored her juicy, pink folds. His teasing nibbles on her riding clit caused her to furiously grind against his mouth. When his tongue began to snake inside her at the same time his slick fingers slithered into her ass, Kendra jerked so violently against his face that he had to push her off before she suffocated him.

  Unable to keep from busting all over Kendra’s face, Josh got up, pushed Kendra onto her knees, grabbed her hips, and impaled her on his cock. His grip was so tight his fingers left imprints on her flesh. He drove himself deep inside her and violently thrust. Kendra’s full breasts swung like pendulums, her face pressed close to the blanket.

  Their cries rose above the hot, breathless silence. Between the dense palm fronds, the steel-blue sky merged into the glare of the sun. Both came quickly and explosively. For Kendra, it was the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. She felt as though she’d been turned inside out, and every cell, every pore, resonated from the energy.

  Gasping for breath, their bodies slick with sweat, they collapsed into each others’ arms and lay on the blanket. For a moment, time seemed suspended. Neither spoke as they absorbed the ancient spirit that seemed to flow with the shimmering heat waves. There was a history here, a legacy of time that made Kendra feel more than naked, but exposed in body and soul.

  It was only when they rose to dress that they noticed a pair of camels plodding away over a nearby dune, their swathed riders turned away. Neither Kendra nor Josh said a word as their silent audience vanished from sight, but both had thought the same.

  They had been turned on by being watched. The encounter was clearly random. The oasis was a well-known stopping point for travelers, but in all the times Kendra had visited the oasis, she’d never seen anyone. Yet the thought of faceless strangers watching her get fucked aroused both she and Josh so much that they fell once again onto the blanket.

  His cock was already a truncheon, hard and hungry. This time Kendra straddled him and rode him, her juice slurping as she bounced hard on him, hands digging into his shoulders. Josh caressed her swinging breasts and tweaked her rigid nipples before pulling them into his mouth. Kendra yelped when he circled them with his tongue and nibbled them with his teeth.

  By now Kendra’s hair was a tangled, sweaty mess, and she smelled her sweat and the musk of her sex. Her orgasm exploded from her core and erupted with volcanic intensity. She thrust her head back and screamed, her primal cry absorbed by the heat. Josh had to push off her hands to keep her long nails from drawing blood. He jizzed so much and so deeply inside her that it gushed from her pussy when she slipped off of him.

  When they finally collapsed onto the blanket, they could barely keep their eyes open. Though it was tempting to take a nap, they knew they had to get moving soon. Josh lazily twirled a strand of Kendra’s hair.

  “We should get going before it gets too late,” he said. “After all, weren’t we supposed to pick up some supplies?”

  Kendra laughed and got to her feet.

  “Wouldn’t it be funny if we met our mysterious voyeurs at the market?”

  Josh grinned and reached for his clothes.

  “Wouldn’t it be funny if they were workers at the dig?”

  They shared a laugh and climbed into the Rover to continue their journey. A year later they married, and their interest in archeological exploration segued into an exploration of their sexuality that eventually evolved into a passion for exhibitionist sex in primarily outdoor locations. Admittedly, there had been a few close calls, but neither could deny that it kept their relationship alive while those of many of their friends and colleagues ended in separation or divorce.

  ***

  Smiling at the memory, Kendra sipped on her customary morning pineapple mojito. She and Josh had certainly traveled a unique journey together. The drink’s frosty coolness soothed the heat that infused her body from more than the balmy temperature. Apart from the gentle susurration of the water and the squawk of parrots, nothing disturbed the serenity of the morning.

  Though she and Josh had been coming to their secluded Caribbean island retreat for several years, she’d never noticed the man until two weeks ago. She and Josh had spent most of their time relaxing or swimming, the hectic days of sightseeing long relegated to their first year on the island. The tiny jewel offered the beauty and benefits of the larger islands without the crowds or congestion. They had what they needed, and the simplicity of their lives suited them.

  The first time Kendra saw the man, she’d been dozing on the hammock. She often got up early to watch the sunrise, but over time it became a habit and sometimes she even spent the night on the hammock. Such was the freedom that she and Josh enjoyed on the island.

  Hearing the faint thrum of a motor, Kendra had gazed at the sea and noticed a moving spec
k that gradually became a small boat. Boldly decorated with parrot-bright colors, it was unlike any other boat Kendra had seen around the island. She watched curiously as the man switched off the motor and carefully beached the boat.

  It wasn’t until he reached for a net bag stuffed with a variety of gorgeous shells that she noticed how equally gorgeous he was. Perhaps early thirties, his lithe, panther-like body moved with a liquidity that defied gravity. But it was his face that instantly attracted Kendra. High cheekbones, full, sensual lips, a strong jawline…the only detail she couldn’t quite determine was the color of his eyes.

  Her gaze had fallen to prominent bulge on his teal board shorts. Taking another sip of her mojito to quench at least one thirst, she imagined what his gleaming, ebony cock would look like. He was big, at least seven inches, and probably quite thick, though it looked as if he had the balls of a stallion as well.

  An intense sexual thrill coursed through her body. She could almost feel the man’s strong hands spreading her thighs and thrusting that meaty cock deep inside her wet pussy, stretching her as he filled her. While Josh was a good size, she had yet to experience someone bigger even though they’d had their share of encounters with other men.

  Since Kendra had expressed her desire to feel of another man’s cock inside her a few years after their marriage, she and Josh had gradually filtered into arrangements where Josh would watch another man of their choosing fuck her. She was fascinated by men of different cultures, and was in search of the ultimate experience. This allowed Josh to not only indulge his voyeurism, but when he fucked Kendra afterward, the experience was mind-blowing for both.

  Kendra smiled. She was glad that she wore her hat and sunglasses. At least she could admire the mysterious visitor without being obvious. If the man noticed her scrutiny, he gave no notice. She wondered why he would come to their stretch of beach since there was nothing commercial in the area, but when she noticed him walking east, she assumed he had a destination, probably one of the residences.

  She was growing hungry. Usually she and Josh had breakfast on the patio, but she was curious about the man. Josh had stayed up late working on his memoirs, so he wouldn’t be up for a while anyway. She settled against her cushion and continued to sip on her morning mojito.

  About an hour later, the man returned, the empty net bag slung over his shoulder. He walked with a confident stride, as though he owned the beach. Kendra watched him approach the boat. He tossed in the bag and pushed the boat toward the gently rippling water, waded in until it floated free, and jumped inside. Kendra noticed how the water gleamed on his skin. The motor coughed to life. The man steered out to sea and turned westward.

  Now, two weeks later, Kendra watched a routine that could have been timed to the minute. After the man headed east, she dozed for almost an hour, and then woke a couple of minutes before he returned. As always, the empty net was slung over his shoulder. He approached the boat and started pushing it toward the water.

  Suddenly, he stopped and looked directly at Kendra. His gaze was so intense, so direct, she felt as though he could see her eyes through her sunglasses. Shocked by his scrutiny, Kendra froze. He’d never noticed, or at least, acknowledged her before. What had changed now? Something about his face suggested he was smiling. He stared at her for a few moments.

  Kendra was so entranced by his gaze that she only glimpsed the motion of his hand. She blinked. Had he just touched his cock? It was only a flicker of motion from her peripheral vision, so she couldn’t be sure. Then he touched it again, though this time it was a slower, deliberate stroke. Kendra didn’t need binoculars to envision his growing bulge. Even from a distance it was noticeable.

  Snared by the hypnotic motion of his hands, Kendra felt herself growing wet. She stared hungrily at the man, her imagination running wild with erotic images of the two entangled in the sand. Her hand drifted to the top of her sundress and pulled it down to reveal her breasts. Looking at the man, she tweaked her already rigid nipples, and paused to raise one breast to her mouth and suck.

  The man watched entranced. By now his cock was rigid, and rose from his shorts like a flagpole. Kendra stared at it, willing the man to expose his proud meat. The man seemed to smile. Perhaps he could read her thoughts? He watched her for a few moments, hesitated, and finally turned to the boat and pushed it onto the water.

  Kendra could only stare as the motor kicked in and the boat moved away from the beach. He glanced back only once before the boat gradually vanished into the western horizon.

  “Like the show?” Josh asked, touching her shoulder.

  Kendra started. She’d been so focused on the man she never heard Josh approach. He grinned at her and bent to kiss her.

  “When did you get up?” she asked, pulling him onto the hammock.

  “Little while ago,” he said, gazing out to sea. “Thought I’d bring out breakfast, but I see you’ve already decided on a man course.”

  Kendra snuggled against him. Josh’s hands strayed to her breasts. He fondled and kissed them, bringing each to his mouth to suck her nipples. Kendra sighed and leaned back against the cushion as Josh’s hand strayed between her legs and pushed her thighs apart.

  “Too bad he left,” Josh said, toying with her pussy lips. “Maybe we could have put on a little show for him.”

  Kendra writhed and spread her legs wider apart. Josh toyed with her swollen clit, causing her to jerk and gasp. Sliding his fingers deep into her wetness, Josh teased her G-spot until she came, her body shuddering from the intense release.

  “Feel better?” he asked.

  Kendra nodded and stretched languorously.

  “You’ve seen him?” she asked.

  “Of course I’ve noticed him. He’s impossible to miss. And I have to admit I’m also curious about him. Maybe we could both greet him tomorrow.”

  Kendra chuckled. “He may not want to leave.”

  Josh grinned and kissed her. “Maybe he can take something else with him besides an empty bag.” He paused to gaze at the horizon. “Weather report this morning says that Hurricane Brett’s picking up steam.”

  “I thought it was steering north of us?”

  “It’s changed direction, which they often do. We might be in its path, or at least the north side of the island.”

  Kendra sat up. “Are we in danger?”

  “We’ve weathered other storms,” Josh said, “but this one’s pretty big. Could do some damage. We may have to wait it out in the shelter, but no one’s sure yet which way it’s going to turn.”

  Kendra frowned. One of few disadvantages to living in the Caribbean was hurricanes. They’d chosen the southern coast of the island for a reason, as historically, storms tended to strike the northern coast. Even though they’d dealt with severe weather in the past, it was never enough to threaten their home. However, they opted for prudence by building a shelter below ground and reinforcing their home as much as possible.

  “Is it that bad?” she asked.

  “Could be. Season so far has been a record-breaker.”

  “Is there anything we need?” Kendra asked. “Just in case…”

  Josh rose and stretched. He wore his favorite tropical print board shorts. Even after twenty years of marriage, he was as buff and handsome as the day they met. She knew that in his eyes, she’d barely changed, although her figure had grown more voluptuous with age and her eyes creased delightfully when she smiled.

  “We should be good, but I’ll check everything to make sure we’re prepared.”

  “I’ll make breakfast,” Kendra said, stepping out of the hammock and following him to the house.

  Gazing at the lush foliage surrounding their cozy beach house, she felt a pang of concern. Approaching the open patio doors, she turned to look back at the calm sea. A sailboat skipped across the horizon. The day was so beautiful, the fragrant air so balmy, the only sound the gentle susurration of the water and the chatter of birds. It was difficult to imagine that how quickly the idyllic view could
change into one of violent, raging waters and destructive winds.