Slowly we came down for our lusty high, clutching each other tightly and feeling the warm issue of our union flow out of her snatch and pool beneath us. Joelle suddenly burst into tears, sobbing and shaking as she held on to me like a life preserver in a flood of emotion. I had heard sometimes women cried with orgasm, but I was concerned. “Did I hurt you?” I asked worriedly.
“N-no,” she managed to get out. “That w-was just so intense I c-couldn’t hold it in. I’m fine. In fact, I’m wonderful!” Her smile lit up our love nest like the sun. “That was the most incredible thing I h-have ever experienced!”
“I’m happy. I wanted your first time to be memorable.” I kissed away her tears, savoring the salty taste.
“God, was it ever! I can’t believe I waited 32 years for that! I want to do it again and again!”
“Not now!” I said in mock horror. “You’ll kill me! A guy can’t do that again right away. Our batteries have to recharge. Besides,” I said as the reality of our situation came crashing back in, “we have to get back to the beach. We have work to do and people are depending on us.”
“I guess,” she said with a pouty expression. “Promise me we’ll do this again, though.”
“You bet your sweet ass we will! Wild horses couldn’t keep me away from your beautiful body!” I kissed her once more, slowly, and then took her hand as we jumped back into the pool to wash off. Once the evidence of our lovemaking was gone, we made our way back to our fellow castaways, wondering what this bizarre adventure had in store for us next.
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