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Recently our family had the chance to go on a trip to Cuba, courtesy of my boss. This had been a particularly good year in our office, and I had brought in a substantial number of clients, thanks to my husband. He shamelessly promoted our services and a considerable number of his clients moved their business to us. The arrangements to get us all there were not easy, and it was very stressful. My husband would keep reminding me that once we got there, I could decompress for an entire week, and that kept me going. However, once there, I really needed some “me” time, and quite skillfully organized the outings so that on our second day, my husband and the boys would go off on a snorkelling trip, aboard the resort’s catamaran. Knowing that I had a fear of sailing, there was never any debate. Of course, there was a little reluctance etlik escort in “leaving mom behind”, but my husband knew how important this would be for my sanity, and the enjoyment of all, so he ensure the kids were well taken care of. It was a beautiful sunny day, and I knew exactly what I was going to do. The day before, we had explored the beach, and found that at the far end of the resort, the beach turned around a sharp bend, and was completely isolated from everyone. Since the resorts in Cuba were only permitted to be one to a key, and we were there in the low season, I knew that I would be in perfect isolation, with nothing but the sun, sand and a good book. Sending the boys off, I struck out to my little private beach, stopping at the beach bar to fill up two large bottles with daiquiris – “one keçiören escort for me, and one for my husband,” I lied. It took me about twenty minutes to find my piece of paradise, stretched out my beach blanket, set out my book and drinks, then went for a refreshing dip. The water was perfect! Warm, and languid waves rolled over me as I cooled in the beautiful blue water of the Caribbean. I pulled myself halfway up to the shore, and found a spot that was exquisite – the gentle waves would move up between my legs and crash against my cunt, in a marvelous caress that both relaxed and aroused me. I pulled off my top, and enjoyed the feeling of having the warm sun caress my breasts as the breeze played across my nipples. If only my husband was here, I thought. A nice shag to complement the arousal kızılay escort of the waves would be perfect! I put that thought aside, and climbed out to my blanket and started in on my book – a trashy romance just perfect for light summertime reading. I had finished off my first bottle of daiquiri and drifted off into a light stupor, caressed by the warmth of the sun and lulled to sleep by the waves and the alcohol. Something awoke me, and I slowly remembered with absolute rapture where I was. I must have been dreaming of one of the sex scenes from the novel, as I could feel myself highly aroused. Before I could move, a man’s shadow falls across me; he stands looking down at me, believing I’m still asleep. Peeking through closed eyes, I notice he’s very tanned and wears only swimming trunks. He watches, and as he watches me sleeping he gets excited. I can see the outline of his cock through his bathing trunks, and I hope he doesn’t notice that my nipples stiffen in immediate arousal. I should be feeling concerned, apprehensive, but all I can think about is the heat of passion coursing through my veins.
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