HONEY & ITS TROPICAL LANGUAGE 🐝🍯

It was the summer of blooming flora, chirping birds, buzzing crickets and steamy lustful tropical heat… It was our batch of college that were selectively picked for a research trip to the tropical coasts and rainforests of the country. Many batchmates were tagging along including her…! That girl, that awkwardly solicited and attracting nectar of the flowers, those blazing shimmering eyes sending messages in a bottle of sex talks communicating in a secret language for me to come closer and suck that delicate nectar out of her sensual orgasmic soul, yes that girl! Only that I never talked to her, just far-sightedly noticed her,  her curves and her french manicured nails… what a sight! Reason being that I sense a presence of a man in her life, maybe her boyfriend or so her instagram account says…

 

We landed in the rainforests, entered the vast cabin lodge reserved for a handful of us with each research student having a room to themselves. The first night was enjoyed with a company of locals, hand caught food of the wild and arabic belly dances over the bonfire that was lit on the coast beach, a mile north to the lodge. The lodge wasn’t any far and people were walking back and forth from the lodge to the coast, some bringing extra pair of clothes, towels and swimsuits for dipping into the sea, some even bothering little to none and dipping in the ocean nude under the moonlight, and while a few in rush bringing food and supplies from the lodge’s basement and freezers.

 

It was just after midnight when everyone was either drunk and had buried their heads in the sand and snoring, or when some were far across in the ocean on their tube rafts and nowhere in sight… Just when my eyes laid on that very girl I hesitated to strike a conversation with in the past, quietly on her way walking to the lodge maybe for getting some food or whatever, but probably not for towels as she hadn’t even touched the water yet or she could have if it were on her mind, but no…

 

I rose up from the log I was sitting on infront of the bonfire which was now running cold and could turn into ashes anytime now, and followed her to the lodge. On our way, she turned spontaneously and gave me a subtle indecent smile while her eyes looking down, her walk getting excited and the moonlight glazing on her ankles and those silver-polished toes in her heels…!

 

Our footsteps went out of sync with each step racing and racing to find a cushioned surface to stretch our backs and sync our love in the cottage… she smacked opened the front door and right behind her i smack shut and locked it…! She turned back again and signalled me into her room, we entered and locked eyes, me into her blazing lustful ones and she into my impatient and passionate wild ones..

 

I cut the tension and my first words that spoke to her were “What you came here for? Guess the party’s outside?” She while I was uttering those imprecise imperfect words, was picking up a jar of honey from her bed stand, gently opening the lid, dipping her first two fingers in it and extracting that sweet juicy honey and placing those fingers on my lips saying “Do you wish to lick my nectar?” I opened my mouth, took her fingers in, and with my tongue I licked and swallowed the honey out of them, with my nose continuously taking each and every scent coming from her hands  into my lungs and I nodded my head “yes!”…

 

I slowly moved her fingers out of my mouth, but still holding them and kissing inch by inch her fingers, licking them and those silver french nails… her other hand went on unbuttoning my shirt, while my hand went up her breasts firmly pressing them but neither of us undressed each other…! She started tasting my chest when I lifted her face up and pressed my lips against hers… her hands firmly pressed my jaws with her nails scratching my cheeks and scratching my hair from above… my hands went from her breasts to her hips understanding all her curves… while our tongues were intertwined and exchanging fluids in our mouths, our organs beneath were playing their own games and talking in their own language… my dick was rubbing warmly against her vulva and even though everything was over the clothes, yet our organs understood the communication and underwent the erotic sensations of love making… I could feel her bottom getting wet and so could she with mine! Our heartbeats were getting fast and pumping air to the lungs at a pace that our bodies couldn’t handle the turbulence… our breaths were falling short and our bottoms were exchanging more sex talks… just when our diaphragms synced to catch the sudden air after the vigorous melancholy into  the still silence when we orgasmed….!