The Island of Swallows.

There is always something about the tropics that brings out the dirty side of people, or should we say the adventurous side. Because dirty for some is meek for others. 

There are very few places in the world more tropical then the Caribbean, the area is home to many islands that promote sexual expressionism and embrace it as a natural healthy part of a relationship.

A major draw card in the area is secluded beaches and the feeling that one can loose oneself in the seclusion and forget the world. But others want some sense of home. The island of Cozumel off the Yucatan Peninsula in Mexico is such a place. 

Her warm lips were inviting, as Andrew drew away from Lindsay’s embrace she lifted her leg and maneuvered it onto his shoulder. This opened her up entirely, and Andrew could see the wetness of her pussy beckoning him to please her. Her pulse was racing, he could feel it. As he kissed her leg, moving closer to her pussy she stopped him.

“Finger me. I want you to finger me and massage my breasts with your other hand,” she said.

He was not one to argue, not with the woman he loved. He brought his fingers to her mouth; she obediently put them in and stroked their length with her tongue. He took them out and gently massaged he clit before gently placing one, then two fingers in her. He knew how she licked it. He stroked her slow with long even movements, every third stroke he would massage her clit with his thumb for three strokes.

Lindsay was slowly building to an orgasm; she was pleased to know that Andrew knew exactly how to bring her to one. Her other boyfriends would bring her to the gate, but she wouldn’t cross. Her breathing quickened, she was a moaner and she knew it drove Andrew insane. As she started her low schoolgirl moans Andrew would increase the pace. He had now disregarded her clit as his only concern was his fingers inside her. As his hand was completing the withdrawal movement, Andrew would twitch his fingers, as one would do when calling someone from afar. This stroked her G Spot, and sent her into a series of primal screams that could be heard four houses down.

Andrew loved the way Lindsay screamed, and he knew that what he was doing with his fingers on the withdrawal movement was working wonders. As Lindsay entered into her series of primal screams, she asked him to take his cock out and put it in her hand. As Andrew was bringing Lindsay to her second orgasm, she started giving Andrew a hand job. As his fingers increased their pace, so did her hand.

The couple came together and laid for the rest of the night in each others arms. Andrew was not much of a talker after sex, however, Lindsay couldn’t shut her mouth.

“What’s happening to us Andrew?”
“What do you mean?”
She turned to face him, took his hand and prompted him to massage her breast, making small circles around her nipples.
“I mean where do you see us five years from now?”
“That’s a long time away Lindsay.”
She was noticeably agitated, and moved away from him and sat up on the edge of the bed.
“Fuck you Andrew. I know you special operations blokes are emotionally inept at times, but I never thought you were stupid.”
Taking offense to the line of the conversation Andrew got up and moved to the couch to put his robe on.
“I’m not fucking stupid Lindsay, it’s just that everything that you say has a fucking hidden meaning.” He moved in front of her so that she couldn’t escape him, he pointed his finger at her, “And I’m sorry if I don’t have a degree in archaeology like you, you had no right to question my intelligence.”
“You're right Andrew, I’m sorry love,”
“Until the next time we fight when you bring it up again.”

He moved to the bathroom, took his clothes with him, and got dressed. As he moved to the front door, Lindsay was there waiting for him.
“I’m really sorry Andrew, don’t leave like this.”
“You should have thought of that before you questioned my intelligence. Ill be back soon.”
With that he slammed the door shut and stalked to his car.

He was noticeably irritated sitting at his table in the darkest corner of the Cantina. The only reason that he came to Mexico was to be with Lindsey. Se was an archeologist with the Museum of Natural History in London and was on assignment investigating the disused Mayan temples on the island.
“Hey Senyor, you look a bit pissed off ey?” said the waiter.
“You don’t know the half of it mate,” replied Andrew.
“Tell you what Papi, I knock off now, buy me a Mojito and tell me about the bitch,” said the waiter.
So he sat down and Andrew told the waiter about the fight him and Lindsey had.
“Ah, so you go left and she goes right,” said the waiter.
“Say what?” asked Andrew.
“You need to touch base. Find a way to connect if you go left, she go right. BANG you touch base,” said the waitor.
“How the fuck do I do that?” said Andrew sipping his Tequila.
“Slowly with the TQ hombre. Listen here there is currently a historic festival is held in the small town of El Cedral, in the south of Cozumel Island at the end of April. This annual event is said to have been started over 150 years ago by Casimiro Cárdenas. Cárdenas was one of a group that fled to the island from the village of Saban, on the mainland, after an attack during the War of the Castes. The attackers killed many other villagers, but Cárdenas survived while clutching a small wooden cross. Legend has it that Cárdenas vowed to start an annual festival wherever he settled, to honor the religious power of this crucifix. Today, the original Holy Cross Festival forms part of the wider Festival of El Cedral, which includes fairs, traditional feasts, rodeos, bullfights, music and competitions. The celebrations last about 5 days,” said the waiter.
“This is a long story,” said a pissed Andrew
“That’s why I said slowly on the TQ. Just outside the town there is a temple sacred to Ix Chel, the Maya Moon Goddess, which is a place of pilgrimage, especially by women desiring fertility,” said the waiter.
Andrew stood up pointed his finger angrily at the waiter and screamed, “Are you suggesting I shoot blanks?”
“There is a priestess there, shell be able to help you,” said the waiter smiling.

The car pulled to a screeching halt outside the motel where the couple was staying. Lindsey got up to greet Andrew at the door. As he walked in she took him by the hand and made puppy eyes to apologise. But before she could say anything, Andrew cut her off.
“Be quiet woman, tomorrow morning we are going to El Cedral and the temple of Ix Chel,” slurred Andrew.
“But…But,” started Lindsey.
Just then Andrew kissed her passionatly, broke the hold, looked her in the eye and said “didn’t I tell you to be quiet?”

The town of El Cedral was abuzz with activity. Locals were seen wearing traditional dresses while locals were snapping pictures. Lindsey and Andrew arranged to visit the temple later that night. They hardly said a word to each other since the fight but were walking down the street hand in hand. They watched as the float parade made its way past them.
“I'm really sorry about last night ‘Drew,” said Lindsey.
“I know, but we cant go on fighting like this we need to find a way to stop,” answered Andrew.
“Why the sudden interest in the temple?” asked Lindsey.
Andrew winked in reply and answered “you’ll see.”

As dusk approached the couple joint the back of the line of a group of virgins walking towards the temple with nothing on except a towel tied to the waist leaving their breasts exposed. Lindsey knew vaguely about the festival of Ix Chel, but didn’t figure that it was still observed. Once in the temple Andrew and Lindsey were taken to one side and met with Ambrozia the high priestess. They explained their problems and Ambrozia led them to a secluded loft that overlooked a inner sanctum. The sanctum was filled with burning coal braziers; there were a number of couches arranged in a circular formation. On the couches sat one virgin. They were facing each other with their backs turned to the outer sanctum. They were approached from behind by virile men who blindfolded the virgins and proceeded to please them. The cavorting carried on for a while when the ecstatic moans from the virgins reached fever pitch. As they came as one a pillar of light shined down on them from the roof of the temple.

Andrew and Lindsey moved back from the balcony and turned to Ambrozia.
“The pillar of light was the light of Ix Chel. It fills them with love, completes them. This is the light you seek,” said the priestess.

Andrew and Lindsey got separated as Lindsey went for a massage.  She liked the look of her masseuse and though inwardly to herself that he could leave his shoes under her bed any time he liked. Got stripped naked and as she was about to get on the couch the masseuse complemented her tight body.
Blushing she lay on her back and relished in the masseuse’s hand working their magic. He was utterly professional and didn’t do anything inappropriate. She flipped over and was looking forward to the back massage. A pair of hands moved over her shoulders kneading her muscles they then went lower and clutched her ass tightly. They went lower still and her legs opened the slightest bit to allow a inner thigh rub. All of a sudden there were fingers moving in and out of her wet pussy.
“Oooo yes put your hard cock in me. In my ass!”
She felt her ass being filled by a sizable cock which was fucking her gently moving in perfect rhythm with her breathing. She beckoned her seducer to rider her harder and she got on her knees and straightened her back to give the seducer full access to her large tits. As her drubbing continued the seducers hand made their way towards her hard nipples which got twisted.
“FUCKING YES ANDREW! YES!,” screamed Lindsey. All of a sudden a pillar of light engulfed them. All of a sudden they were laying on a bed of rose petals in a rolling green meadow
“Andrew where are we?” asked Lindsey.
“In Elysium, we achieved perfect connectives, well always be in love and never have significant differences again,” was his reply.
“I knew it was you fucking me, only you know which buttons to press,” said Lindsey.
“I love you angel,” said Andrew.
“I love you too,” was her reply.

The lovers never left the island. They got married in the church of Santísima Trinidad and Andrew opened a bar named Ix Chel. Every so often he tells travelers who are having relationship problems about the temple and the fields of Elysium.

Regards
Wayne A Knight