MOM Brunette MILF pleases her man

“Tropical Night” – A Secret Affair in Paradise

The sultry evening air hung heavy with the scent of frangipani as Anya, a stunning brunette MILF, sneaked away from the resort’s clifftop bar, her heart racing with anticipation. She had been pining for her secret lover, Robin, those few stolen moments each night they could manage. Tonight was one of those precious times.

Aanya slipped past the darkened main building, her halter-top and skimpy sarong offering little protection against the still-warm stones underfoot. The pounding surf below was her only companion as she crept along the narrow path, until she saw a slice of light from a door slightly ajar. Robin’s bungalow.

She knocked softly, and before she could even whisper “Arcade”, the door flew open. Strong hands pulled her inside and slammed it shut. Anya’s pulse quickened as Robin, a tall handsome man with tousled hair, swung her into his arms and carried her into his room.

The love-hush of the waves was a romantic soundtrack as Robin lay Anya gently on the bed. A remixed melody played on the TV she had no time to notice. Candlelight flickered lovingly over Robin’s chiseled features. Her fingers itched to caress his golden skin as he peeled his shirt up and off, revealing a broad chest tattooed with the exploding orange of a fireball.

Anya sat up and reached for the sash of her sarong. Robin’s hands covered hers as he silently grasped for the knot. In a heated second he had slipped the garment away, leaving her bare except for the skimpy strings of her top.

Anya hooked a finger in the waistband of Robin’s swim trunks, tugging them down to free his manhood as he shrugged off his remaining clothes. She wrapped a hand around his shaft, stroking slowly as he moaned low in his chest. Greedy desire pulsed between her legs.

Robin captured her mouth in a hungry kiss, tongue swirling strongly against hers as he pushed her back on the bed. His forearms caged her head as he suckled the bend of her neck, grinding his hips against hers. Anya let out a soft gasp, arching to feel more of him.

She bucked beneath him restlessly until he finally shifted higher, aligning his rigidness with her wetness. In one slick stroke he entered her wholly, filling her completely. Anya cried out in ecstasy, her nails digging into the firm globes of his ass.

Robin began pumping rhythmically, each deep plunge sending bolts of pleasure through her sensitized nerve endings. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on as she met his thrusts eagerly. The world narrowed to just the two of them, joined as intimately as possible.

“Oh Robin…” she breathed as he increased the tempo, the slap of flesh on flesh echoing through the room. Robin captured one of her dusky nipples in his mouth, suckling hard as his hand slid between them to rub her aching pearl. Anya threw her head back with a garbled moan, hurtling up the peak as if catapulted.

Her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, centering on Robin’s pistoning heat until she couldn’t take it any more. She came apart at the seams, shaking and quaking, spasming in violent bliss. Robin grunted, spurting into her as his own release bowled him over.

For several long seconds, they stayed frozen like that, shuddering through the aftershocks that ebbed slowly away. Finally, Robin slipped to one side and pulled Anya to rest on his chest. Distantly, she heard the love song on the TV altered pitch as if it sensed their climactic moment too.

A cough sounded from the darkness of the room and Anya snapped upright, gasping in both shock and a waning orgasm as a man in a hotel uniform held up his hands in supplication. “Sorry to disturb you sir, madam. I heard raised voices and was checking to see if you required assistance.”

Robin coughed, scrambling to grab his shorts as Anya tried to locate her sarong. “It’s…fine,” Robin said, voice husky. “Just a private uhhn technical difficulty.”

The waiter nodded empathetically, shrinking back to the door. “Perhaps you could keep it down a bit? Some people are trying to sleep. Thank you,” he retreated, closing Robin’s bungalow behind him.

Anya plopped back on the bed, fighting laughter as she studied Robin’s red face. “So sorry to disturb your sexy story, I feel eternal promise crumbling. Let me try again as gentle, loving and steamy as you can handle.”