Day 6 came and was our last full day, we decided to fit as much in as we could.
We started with naked yoga by the beach, the sun rising over the horizon, casting golden hues across our skin. The session was more about connection than stretches, each pose bringing us closer, the ocean's rhythm adding to the serenity.
After yoga, we indulged in a private massage in a secluded cabana. The masseuses were skilled, their hands working out the knots of our adventures, but soon, their touches became more intimate. I glanced at Whiskey, his nod of approval all I needed. Our hands roamed over each other as the masseuses joined in, their hands exploring under the pretense of massage, Whiskey's fingers finding me, teasing while a masseuse worked on him. The session ended with a sensual four-way, the cabana filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the sea air mingling with our heavy breaths.
The afternoon continued with a small boat trip, just us and the couples we'd bonded with. The boat anchored in a secluded cove, and with the sun high, we skinny-dipped, the water cool and invigorating. There was laughter, playful touches, but we kept it light, enjoying the day's tranquility.
The night was dedicated to the grand finale, a "Farewell to Paradise" themed orgy. The room was decadently set up, with low lighting and beds scattered around, each area offering different experiences.
Whiskey and I entered, the air already thick with anticipation. We decided I'd take center stage, the idea thrilling both of us. I was led to a large bed, where I knelt, blindfolded, my senses heightened. Hands began to touch me, lips on my skin, kisses trailing down my back, others on my breasts. Whiskey whispered instructions, his voice guiding the room's energy, ensuring I was the focus.
The scene escalated; I felt cocks in my hands, my mouth, one entering me from behind, the sensation of being filled in multiple ways overwhelming. Whiskey's voice was a constant, telling me how beautiful I looked, how much he loved watching this. I was lifted, positioned, one man beneath me, another behind, the double penetration intense, the stretch and fullness sending waves of pleasure through me.
I was lost in the moment, the blindfold adding to the sensory overload, each touch, each thrust, a blend of bodies and sensations. Whiskey occasionally joined, his hands on me, sharing me with others, then reclaiming me for moments, his kisses grounding me amidst the chaos of pleasure.
The room was a symphony of moans, the scent of sex and sweat, the sounds of skin against skin. I climaxed hard, my cries joining the collective, feeling the release from multiple partners, their warmth inside me, on me, a testament to the night's energy.
After, Whiskey and I retreated to our room, the transition from the collective back to just us profound. We showered together, the water washing away the night's adventures, our touches now gentle, loving. We talked softly, sharing our feelings, the intensity, the love, the trust that had only deepened.
We ended with a midnight swim, the pool lit from below, the water warm. It was just us, the night quiet except for the gentle sounds of water. We floated, kissed, held each other, our last night a celebration of what we'd experienced together, the bond stronger for our shared journey. |
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