The sun was setting, and I had to return to the village and to my yacht. It was a cold night. Already seen the stars on the tropical without

single cloud of ocean sky. Night on land, for long months in the ocean. The first time I set foot on land, though not mine, but land. My legs

felt this hot coral of a nameless island. It was all great! I was no less happy too, the sand of someone else's tropical and like my beloved Jane!

Jane and I were inseparable now. We walked holding hands and took our clothes with us almost naked back along the water, the coastal surf towards the village of the islanders.

Jane quickly mastered the Russian language and quite successfully. She was just great. She studied on the go. Although she was terribly broken, she already spoke to me in Russian. From time to time we sometimes talked with her in our way. In general, well done my beautiful girl.

Night came on again. It was probably twelve, but I did not look at my time from my irrepressible love for my Jane. It was already getting dark, and only the bright stars flickering in the black sky and the bright Moon that followed the Sun rose behind the starry tropical sky. We are far from the village

the islanders themselves without noticing. And I had to go back. It was probably twelve o'clock already. And we were late with the arrival.

Daniel probably waited for us, and maybe not. He is also with someone here

met on the island and brought to the yacht girl from the local. And Jane and I decided not to interfere with the guy, to have fun at night in Arabella.

My beautiful Jane and I went further to the other side of the island, admiring the beauties of the night world of these islands.

Jane is not very, then in a hurry to part with the night sea shore, and I also liked it.

It was dark and quiet, and only on the horizon there was still a bright bright strip left by the Sun that had gone beyond its edge.

We walked along the shore in the surf at the very edge of it, moving away again from our yacht. We walked in complete darkness under a bright yellow Moon in the darkness of the night and the stars glittering and flickering. All the noise of the day subsided and only the crickets sounded loud. Somewhere far away in the coastal rainforest.

Jane clung to me, clasped my waist with her right maiden tanned black handle. Clasping the male torso and pinching me with his little girls for my right side toasty in the sun with my fingers roasted. And I put my arm around her shoulder, hugging her tightly and, warming herself, with her feminine warmth-loving half-naked young tanned to blackness almost black with a young twenty-five-year-old body.

There was silence and only the sound of the surf of the waves was heard. Everything was sleeping around. Even all the island birds nosed all day.

Jane seized a bottle of Mexican Tequila and our Russian vodka from a yacht for warming and some food for a snack in the form of sliced ​​lobster and local small red shrimps donated as an award and treat to us as guests by local natives of the island tribe and fishermen. Took glass out

thick glass small cups, a knife from the kitchen cabin, forks, and all that Jane packed in a special tarpaulin bag

from aboard arabella and gave it to me. And here we were again walking along the coastal, still hot water that had not cooled down from the scorching water that had already set for the horizon of the Sun.

I was in the same swimming trunks, and Jane, in her striped color on the locks and thin straps bathing suit. We threw our clothes on Arabella, so as not to carry too much with them. Probably in vain. It was becoming noticeably cool.The wind flying from the ocean cooled the air quickly. He raised the great breakers of coastal waves and wiggled palm leaves on coastal palm trees and foliage of tropical shrubs and trees.

“We need to take shelter somewhere,” my beloved Jane told me almost in my ear.

- I think we'd better get back to our yacht - I also answered her ear - And then we will restrain ourselves overnight.

I sunbathed more strongly, as my Jane said, and felt a tingling on the skin from sunburn. I was already close to her skin color. Visibly roasted in the open tropical sun.

I unpacked a bottle of our Russian vodka, standing straight in the coastal, boiling water, holding it with my knees, and picking it out with a knife

cork. My Jane took out sliced ​​lobster from her bag, and we took a sip, just a little bit, from those little glass cups stored here by my sweet Jane, biting them and the little red shrimps. We turned back and went faster.

We felt more cheerful from the hot and hot and much warmer.

Here, Jane saw some low, apparently abandoned, hut of palm leaves and woven from twigs near the coast among the coastal trees on the coastal slope. How is she her

considered in the almost complete darkness of the coming night? I do not understand. It was dark, even though the eye pushed out.

She led me there, taking my hand almost at a run, joyful from the possibility of impending forthcoming passionate sex with me soon.

- There we will hide in the dark and silence! - Said joyfully to me Jane - I will warm you with my body dear, and you me!

Jane entered the hut first and called me behind her.

There was no one in this hut a long time ago, and it was abandoned, but littered with palm leaves.

- It will save us from the cold night of Vova! - said, gently and gently, almost in a whisper, my Jane - I want my love, my love! I want to spend this night here with you in this hut and in these leaves!

- How are the savages? - I said, not less pleased with the choice of his beloved Jane.

- Precisely my beloved! - She said, lying in the leaves of palm trees like a hayloft. There were a lot of them. Perhaps this Aboriginal fishing hut was built here as a kind of repository of these palm leaves. Because there they were under her highest ceiling, and you could literally dig in these large voluminous leaves.

Jane sprawled in front of me, falling back, throwing her arms to the side, and called me to her, beckoning the wild thirsting love of the female with those hands. I laid down to her, and she threw both of us with those palm leaves all the way to the head. Jane dug her lips into my lips and unbuttoned her striped bra with thin transparent transparent swimsuit. She, sparkling in the darkness with her black ones, like this dark starry cold night with eyes full of love feelings, took it off, completely, creeping up on my bare, black and sun-bathed back under me. And exposing my lips to my lips, full of tender again with large black nipples sticking out in my direction, girls who are tanned like coal, thirsting for men's caressing breasts.

This is her feminine body odor. Blended with aromas of palm leaves and fresh ocean in this air hut. This mad scent of love coming up this night between us is irrepressible and unrestrained crazy sexual passion.

The heat of love swept over me, and there was no longer any nightly cold. It was hot together for us from our naked bodies of hot young bodies eager for love only joining in full darkness under palm leaves.

We forgot about everything in that hut. About everything that surrounds us.

Jane spread her bare, girlish legs, tanned to black, graceful in beauty with steep oval thighs, taking off her striped narrow swimsuit silk melts, and opened her crotch already wet from sex secretions under my hairy pubis before me again.

- My favorite! - she breathed, hard and intermittently wanting me - Love me and do not think about anything, only about me, about your little Jane!

I, throwing aside the marching bag with food and liquor, took my only ones, like on the yacht then, from myself melting and penetrated with my excited protruding member into that crotch. And we made love, caressing each other, not hiding our moans and cries from love ... Read more →