Carribean Mission



 

I met Mitch at our church singles group just after I graduated

from bible college.  I was enthusiastic to impact the world

around me.  Mitch was on fire and I think that's why I was drawn

to him.  At the time, our decision to get married didn't seem so

impulsive, but that was probably because of the exuberance that

characterized both of us in those days.

 

Mitch was more the thinking type, while I was more about

allowing my feelings to lead me into new adventures.  We were

polar opposites, but  we balanced each other and I suppose that

can be a good thing.  It was about a year and a half later that

I found myself in a bit of a depression.  Depression is probably

too strong a word, a slump is more accurate.  I was bored and

just felt like there was something missing in my life.

 

This lasted for another six months and I was beginning to feel

stagnant, at times, even trapped.  So I didn't need to think

twice when an opportunity arose at church to go on a two week

mission trip.  This was just the adventure that had been missing

from my life lately.  I definitely believed I had a calling to

go, and as the departure date grew closer I was beginning to

feel a greater sense of purpose.  Mitch also seemed to think

that this was a good time for us to get away from it all.

 

The location was exciting, a small village on the coast in the

southern Caribbean.  Our team would be helping to build a school

and also ministering to the local children in practical ways.

The plan was to fly from Miami to Central America and then

connect with the boat we would take to the village.  The boat

would be our home for two weeks and serve as our base camp for

coordination of activities.

 

We arrived on Monday, July 8th.  The weather was extremely hot,

but once we got to the dock it was quite bearable with the

temperate sea breeze.  We met the Captain of our boat, a white

haired, crusty old sea salt named Johan Chvevrb-somehting.  We

called him Cap'n Jo.  We also met his First Mate, who

surprisingly, happened to be a very striking woman.  Her name

was Tabby and she looked to be about thirty-five years old.  She

sure didn't fit my stereotype for a ship's (or boat's) First

Mate.  But there was no doubt that she was comfortable on deck,

and athletic enough to handle the heavy gear on board.

 

It was a full day's sail (or is it motor) to the coastal

village.  Mitch was below deck helping plan the coming

activities, so I decided to relax on deck and take in the view.

The trip was breathtaking and the ocean spectacular.  It was

truly a paradise.  The First Mate came over to near where I was

standing and put some equipment into several storage bays.

Afterwards she came over and we struck up a conversation.

 

I asked her how she came to be the First Mate of a boat.  She

told me she had always been a free spirit and loved adventure.

And there was nothing like the open sea.  "A boat is the perfect

office, as long as you don't mind getting wet", she jokingly

added.  We were like old friends, spending a couple of hours on

deck talking about this and that.  I really got to know Tabby

that afternoon.  Despite the more than ten year difference in

our ages, it turns out she and I had a lot in common, from

sports, to our taste in food, to our mutual love of life.  Tabby

and I got a long so well that we wound up spending a lot of time

together that first day and evening.

 

By noon we were preparing to board the shuttle boat to take us

to the mainland.  Tabby showed up to load some of the gear onto

the shuttle and I was taken aback to see her wearing a very

skimpy bikini instead of the shorts and T-shirt she had worn the

previous day.  After thinking how immodest it was, I couldn't

help but notice the obvious muscle Tabby possessed.  Her butt

was amazing, and looked to be as hard as a rock as she leaned to

lower a heavy transit case to the shuttle deck.  I tried not to

stare, but my eyes were drawn to her impeccable physique.  She

passed by me holding a duffel bag in each hand, and I was

transfixed on the ripples in the muscles of her upper arms and

the ligaments and veins that began to bulge in her shoulders

from the weight.  They traversed her chest and dissipated into

the roundness under her bikini top.  Her breasts were straining

at the yellow fabric and seemed to be as firm as the surrounding

muscle.  Afraid she might se me staring at her, I looked away

and boarded the smaller boat.

 

We spent the day on shore, Mitch working on the school, while I

helped distribute toothbrushes and other items to the locals.

Tabby and the Captain greeted us upon our arrival back on the

boat.  Tabby was still wearing the skimpy yellow bikini top, but

now had some shorts on over her bottoms.

 

After dinner, she found me sitting in a chaise lounge on deck

reading a book.  The earlier images of her came to mind and I

found myself too distracted to read.  We began talking.  At one

point I noticed the reflection of the moon glistening off of the

water and the highlights it created in her hair.  The moon was

so bright that her yellow bikini top appeared fluorescent in the

natural light.  I thought to myself how her curves rivaled any

of the heavenly bodies above us and shocked myself by commenting

to her that I thought it was a pretty bikini.  My embarrassment

subsided a bit when Tabby simply said thanks and moved to

another topic.  Our conversation turned to more personal topics,

from our childhood, to our love lives, until I felt obligated to

change the subject at one point when we stumbled onto talking

about sex.  I'm not sure when exactly it happened, but somewhere

along the way things had become a little more complicated

between Tabby and I.  I found the sight of her in her bikini

less embarrassing and realized that a part of me actually liked

looking at her.

 

The location just off the mainland was like something you'd see

on a postcard.  The motion of the boat lulled my sprit as well,

rising and falling with each rolling swell and rocking me into

the most blissful sleep each night.  I had almost forgotten I

had a regular life back in Florida and would soon have to return

to it.  But for now I was immersed in paradise and I intended to

enjoy it.

 

By the fifth day, I found myself someplace I shouldn't be.

There was a connection between Tabby, and though I never

intended to do so, I realized that I had begun an emotional

affair with Tabby.  I knew I needed to stop, yet a part of me

was unable to do so.  Something in me was drawn to her.  My

attempt to rationalize it away as being innocent, failed, and

making matters worse, this was an emotional affair with another

woman.

 

As Tabby and I were on deck later that day, I gazed out over the

ocean and the palm trees lining the sandy beach a few hundred

yards away.  It was the perfect setting for a love story.  I was

talking to her when I noticed her eyes for the first time that

trip.  They were the most gorgeous aqua color, nearly the same

at the ocean water all around us.  Peering into them I saw the

vastness and intrigue of the sea.  At that point something in me

surrendered and I realized I was willing - make that wanted - to

allow this emotional affair to deepen.  From that moment of

emotional surrender, something in me seemed to let loose.

 

The next day I sent Mitch with the shore excursion without me so

I could be with Tabby.  Were were sitting up near the bow of the

boat enjoying each other's company.  Everything seemed so

surreal.  I gazed out over the ocean, watching its movement that

had an almost hypnotic effect.  The sun glistened off the water,

looking like thousands of flashes of light.  My entire rational

self seemed to disappear and I was caught up in a special moment

in that exotic place.  I felt a warmth deep within and

unfamiliar emotions began to well up in me.  My mouth began to

speak of its own volition, "Tabby, you're so beautiful".  "Oh my

god, I was attracted to her", I thought to myself, as feelings

of excitement and shame flooded me.

 

Tabby looked up at me, seemingly as surprised by my comment as I

was.  She had a questioning look on her face.  Then she rose

from her chair and came closer, sitting beside me.  Oh those

aqua eyes!  The tip of her tongue just peeked out and licked her

lips before retreating again.  It was such a romantic moment!

Like a scene from a movie, her face moved closer!  My eyes

closed as my pulse quickened.  Time seemed to slow to a crawl.

It was only a second but the anticipation made it seem like an

eternity.  Then it happened!  Her mouth was on mine!  The first

thing I felt was the wetness from where she had licked her lips.

An instant later I was overwhelmed by the softness of her lips

as they pressed against my own.  It was like I was carried away

by a powerful wave dragging me out to sea.  I have no idea how

long that first kiss lasted, I only know that when it ended, our

arms were around each other and I felt warm and wet between my

legs.

 

Her eyes searched mine, fluttering back and forth.  Then she

kissed me again, our lips mashing more firmly together.  Tabby

slipped her tongue into my mouth and a moan escaped me.  It felt

so good so feel her massaging my tongue with hers.  I felt

pleasure throughout my entire body.  Never before had I been so

moved by a simple kiss.  We must have been kissing for tens of

minutes when Tabby eventually pulled her mouth off of mine, our

arms still embracing each other, our bodies still touching one

another.  Finally she said she needed to get back to work and

she left me there feeling like I had just been shipwrecked.

 

In the hours that followed, I thought intently about what had

happened with Tabby and I was filled with conflicting emotions.

"I was married!  I was a married WOMAN, for that matter!  What

was going on?"  I struggled to resolve the feelings emerging in

me, but found it easier to simply ignore reason.

 

There was no retreat.  This was a small boat, and each time I

saw Tabby I felt a hunger.  She seemed to be teasing me later

that evening when the rest of the team was back on board.  Or

maybe she was testing me.  It was about ten o'clock that night

when she later cornered me alone on deck.  I told her I was

wrestling with what had happened between us earlier.  I asked

her how she felt about it.  She didn't answer.  Instead, she

brought her lips to mine and softly kissed me once again.  A

part of me resisted - but not the part in control of my lips,

which began to reciprocate.  And again we found ourselves

passionately kissing as we had done before.

 

Tabby stepped closer and our legs meshed together so that her

thigh nestled between mine and she was pressing into my mound.

I became so wet, and filled with sexual tension.  My arms

embraced her as her hands slowly explored my sides, from my

hips, up to my ribs just under my arms.  I was enjoying the feel

of her gentle touch immensely when I heard someone climbing up

the ladder and we quickly separated.

 

We continued this playfulness for the next two days, making out

like two schoolgirls when we could sneak a moment.  The morning

after that the team departed for shore and I stayed behind to

assemble some care packages.  I took a break and went to the bow

of the boat looking for Tabby.  She was coiling some ropes when

I approached.  I reached my hands to her and pulled her close.

This time it was I who initiated a sensual kiss, and

immediately, Tabby's right hand found my breast and began to

fondle me.  My nipple hardened from her touch and I was aroused

to the point that I could feel my vagina tremble.

 

I had no regard for the fact that I was married, or that this

was another woman.  My only thoughts were of romance and the

arousal growing in me.  It was so erotic, kissing her as we

overlooked the beautiful ocean, the warmth of the sun on our

bodies... until finally, I felt like was going to burst.

Breaking our kiss, I ended the silence, "Are you going to make

me say it?...  Tabby, I want you to make love to me."  I felt a

sense of brokenness, even humiliation, like I had succumbed to

some unholy force.  Tabby kissed me on the nose and then looked

intently into my eyes.  Taking my hand in hers, she turned, and

then led me below deck.

 

The seriousness of the situation hit me like a tidal wave,

adrenaline coursed through me, while a mixture of fear and guilt

flooded my mind.  Still, I found myself following the buxom

first mate like a sheep following its shepherd.  Arriving at her

cabin door she guided me inside, closing the door and affixing

the brass latch behind her.  The cabin was cramped with a tiny

bunk to the left side and a small desk to the right.  With

barely enough room for one person to walk, she squeezed past me,

her breasts mashing into mine as she crossed, causing tingles to

shoot through my nipples.  She plopped down on her bed and

motioned me over to her side.  I hesitantly eased myself down

next to her, now having serious doubts about what I was getting

myself into.  My thoughts turned to the Bible which was so clear

about adultery and homosexuality and yet here I was dangerously

close to crossing a forbidden line.

 

With one hand, Tabby took mine and held  it reassuringly in my

lap.  Pausing briefly, her other hand reached for my cheek and

she pulled me into such a sweet and tender kiss.  I wanted to

cry out "No!", but her lips were like boiling water on mine, and

my words were silenced before they could escape my mouth.  I

completely melted at that point, all my doubts faded as I gave

myself over to this feminine beauty and the sensual kiss we were

sharing.  With this surrender, the kiss became even more

powerful as I was able to fully receive the passion offered and

I began to welcome desires never felt before.

 

I didn't know what would happen next, but I knew I wanted

whatever it was.  My body tensed momentarily when Tabby's hand

slipped under my top and softly held my right breast through my

bra, but I quickly grew comfortable with having another woman

caress my breast sexually.  She lifted my blouse up over my head

and dropped it to the floor, then her hands reached for the

front clasp of my bra.  I blushed as she exposed my naked

breasts.  She gently gave the outer sides and under-slopes a

tender caress, making me more embarrassed and with a growing

sense of sinfulness.  I couldn't look her in the eyes.

 

Then she reached for her own bikini top and loosing the bow,

removed it, baring her breasts to me.  They were glorious -

teardrop shaped and naturally firm, having no tan lines.  Her

nipples were beautiful, tipped slightly upward and standing

proudly on dark-brown, smallish areolas, the pronounced bumps of

which proclaimed her arousal.  The sight was breathtaking.

Never before had I gazed at another woman's breasts so intently.

It was as if my eyes were suddenly opened.

 

She leaned to me and her skin touched mine.  A part of me tried

to imagine it was Mitch touching me.  But there was no denying

the unmistakable softness of her breasts pressing against mine.

I found myself involuntarily heaving my chest, enjoying the feel

of her supple flesh rolling over mine and the tantalizing

sensation of her nipples pressing into my breasts.

 

In my mind I saw the printed text of a Bible verse, "...they

were given over to shameful lusts.  Even the women turned

against the natural way to have sex and instead indulged in sex

with each other."  But if there was anything dirty about two

women being intimate like this, it was obviously limited to my

thoughts - and my body betrayed those thoughts, as my nipples

grew hard and tingled against hers.  I opened my eyes attempting

to clear the vision, and the sight of Tabby's loving face

comforted me.

 

She kissed my face, covering my eyes, nose, lips and chin with

her saliva.  Her mouth sought my neck as she nibble her way

lower on my body.  She left a trail of little kisses between my

breasts, traversing my cleavage and then moving the side where

she kissed the sensitive under-slopes of my left breast.  She

planted kisses on the pillowy outside bulge, and then moved back

underneath, this time extending her tongue and tracing a line in

the crease under my breast.  My breathing became labored as my

body responded to her oral caresses.  She gave my right breast

equal attention and after reaching its outer side, moved her

mouth up and over the top surface of my breast.  She was teasing

me, but Tabby knew exactly when to take each step, and how to

make my body respond to her.

 

As soon as I saw her part her lips I thought to myself,

"Yessss", even before her mouth took my nipple.  The physical

sensation as my nipple was engulfed by the warmth and wetness of

her mouth was incredible!  I'll never forget the vision of that

beautiful woman suckling at my breast!  Nor the supernatural

experience of actually orgasming from having her suckle me, as

little spasms shot through my vagina.

 

Watching her face as I came overwhelmed me and I felt connected

to her in a way I have never before experienced.  Tabby tugged

at the waistband of my shorts and in a submissive gesture, I

leaned back so she could peel them from me.  If there had been

even a trace of objection to what was happening left in me, it

was gone now as my head followed the lead of my body and I got

caught up in the thrill of anticipation.

 

Giving each of my nipples playful laps with her tongue, she

moved lower kissing my tummy and stabbing her tongue into my

naval.  I could smell the fragrance of my cum and I knew it must

be much more pronounced to Tabby, whose face was mere inches

from the source of my flow.  Looking up at me she said, "I want

to taste you", and she continued her descent, planting a dozen

or so kisses on my vagina through my panties.  She inhaled my

scent deeply and pressed her nose to me, forcing the pink satin

of my panties into my oozing slit.  Her hands slipped underneath

me and groped my bottom.  My cooing let her know I very much

enjoyed what she was doing to me.

 

She kissed my mound like this for several minutes, stabbing her

tongue into me and embedding my panties deeper into my crevice.

God how I wanted to rip my panties off, but I dared not be so

bold.  It was as if Tabby's soul was joined to mine and she knew

my innermost secrets as she slid her hands forward and hooking

her thumbs into my panties, pulled them down past my knees in a

single fluid motion.

 

Though I could never bring myself to ask Tabby with words, I

instinctively spread my thighs, inviting her to me just as

clearly as any words could, and making me feel a little wicked

for doing so.  Tabby nuzzled me, her flowing hair brushing my

inner thighs and causing goose bumps along their length.  A

second later, I felt the incomparable sensation of having

another woman's tongue enter my vagina!  The vision before me

was just as powerful as her mouth completely covered my vulva,

her top lip pressing on the hood of my clit and her bottom lip

raking just below the bottom of my slit.  Her tongue darted in

and out of my opening and then moved in an up and down motion

along the length of my labia.

 

A wave of mini-orgasms shot through me as she ate my vagina.  I

had trouble catching my breath, and my breasts heaved up and

down in rhythm to the swells of the ocean that were visible

through the porthole.  She looked up at me, her eyes revealing

that she was smiling, though her lips never left my vulva.  She

looked even more beautiful to me now, her lips and cheeks

glistening from my cum which oozed more with each minute.  By

now, I was completely intoxicated by lust.  I drew my knees up

and back, opening myself fully to her, and extended both my

hands to caress her hair and hold her mouth to my pulsating

vagina.

 

Her tongue flicked underneath the hood of my clit and bumped my

button rapidly.  My thighs began to twitch and then Tabby

covered her teeth with her lips and clamped down on my clit,

sending a lightening bolt through me.  The most incredible

orgasm overwhelmed me and I screamed out loud, "OH MY GOD TABBY,

IT'S HAPPENING TO ME...  OHHHH...  OH GOD...  YESSSS..."  Three

or four powerful contractions ripped through me and as I was

still coming, I felt Tabby slide her tongue into me and enter my

vagina deeply.  I felt so full down there, as the entrance to my

vagina constricted and spasmed around her probing tongue,

increasing my pleasure and prolonging my orgasm.  I was still

crying out loudly when I became a bit self conscious and

wondered if the captain had heard me, or maybe even the people

all the way on shore <g>.  The release was like nothing  I had

ever experienced.

 

God, it was so romantic making love to her on this boat in the

middle of the ocean!  She was still looking up at me and our

eyes stayed transfixed on each other as her tongue lovingly

played with my labia and she drank from my womb for several

minutes.  When she finally lifted her mouth off of me she

playfully said, "You are so wet down there I thought the boat

might be sinking".  I turned beat red, especially after seeing

my juices coating most of her face.

 

I felt so content and it occurred to me that I had wanted what

Tabby did to me.  Even earlier on deck, I had enjoyed the kisses

she gave me.  But here I lay with new desires - I now wanted

her.  I wanted to pleasure her the way she had done me.  I

reached for her breast and fondled it tenderly.  I leaned to her

and kissed her nipple, allowing it to slip into my mouth.  I

reveled in the sensation of its softness as I flicked it with my

tongue.  Tabby interrupted me, "Not too fast, just take it slow

and easy".  I felt a bit embarrassed that she had to instruct me

- like I was a teen learning to drive.

 

Tabby's purring let me know I was doing the right things.  Her

soft "mmmmms" and her hands caressing my hair encouraged me and

helped me feel more relaxed.  Finally I felt Tabby pushing my

head lower.  I knew what she wanted - make that needed - but I

was scared and felt a bit inadequate.  "I've never done this

before", I confessed as she guided my head past her tummy.

 

"It's OK, you're doing great", she reassured me, still stroking

my hair.  With her other hand she yanked the tie of her bikini

bottoms and pulled the small triangle to the side.  I was

startled to see her completed shaved vagina - not a single hair

- and it struck me as being a bit lewd.  I'm not sure why - then

again, I'm one of those people who prefers being naked with the

lights out.  I wasn't sure I could go through with this.

 

I looked down at her nakedness, only inches in front of me.  I

had never seen a woman's vagina so close and in such detail

before (not even my own).  I could smell her sex and knew that

she was wet, seeing some whiteish liquid pooling between her

inner labia.  I became excited at the thought that she was so

turned-on... that she was aroused for me.

 

In a defining moment for me, I brought my lips to her mound.  I

eased my tongue out and grazed her labia with just the tip,

tasting a woman's vagina for the first time.  Instincts seemed

to guide me and I opened my mouth and took her vulva inside.

Contrary to what I thought this would be like, going down on a

woman felt fairly natural.  I eased my tongue into her and her

labia parted allowing me to slip inside her with ease.  I could

taste more of her now, and found actually I enjoyed the flavor

of her vagina.  Becoming more bold, I extended my tongue as far

as I could, delving deeper and slipping into Tabby's vagina.

She was so wet, and more so than the warmth of her inner labia,

her vagina actually felt hot to me.  The taboo of having my

tongue inside a woman's vagina gave me a perverse thrill.

 

I lapped at her - at times, like a kitten, others, like a lion.

She told me what she liked and I became more comfortable and

adept at eating a woman.  I lost track of time, my existence

seemed reduced to giving pleasure to Tabby.

 

She was squirming now and finally told me to lick her clit.

I'll never forget what the experience when Tabby let loose in a

mind-blowing orgasm.  Her cum came in waves, actually squirting

into my mouth such that I had to swallow several times.  Her cum

was much thicker than the cream that leaked from her during

foreplay, and tasted like salty sea water.  Her body quaked

under me and I could feel tremors in her thighs and tummy.  I

felt such a sense of satisfaction that I had done this for her.

 

I had traveled a thousand miles away from home so that I could

serve people, probably just had my biggest impact on another

soul through what was my most sacrificial gesture ever.  This

moment would alter my sense of calling in a way I never could

have dreamed was possible.

 

I wanted nothing more than to cuddle up with Tabby, and we

exchanged kisses and the remnants of each others' cum.  I could

have lied there all night, but we were snapped back to reality

as the motor of the shuttle boat was heard approaching.  I

looked at the clock and was shocked to see that we had been

together for nearly three hours!  I put my soaked panties back

on and got dressed, then washed my face before going topside to

greet Mitch and the others.

 

That night I was completely restless. I felt so guilty that I

began cry.  How could she make me feel  so good.  Why did it

feel so good with a woman?  Sobbing silently, I finally fell

asleep.

 

In the morning I continued to reflect on the previous day's

events with Tabby.  Then it hit me - I had made love to a woman!

No I'm not a complete fool - obviously Tabby and I had had sex.

But the reality hit me that it wasn't just sex with a woman, we

had made love.  This was very different to me.  While animal

lust was a part of it, and the catalyst that started things, we

had gone beyond that in the hours that followed.  Lust can be so

selfish and it exists to satisfy itself.  It has its way and is

quenched for a time.  Making love is deeper, it has another's

pleasure as its goal.  And it deepens each time, rather than

being quenched.  This is what I was feeling.  My whole value

system came into question.  I could see the evil and danger in

lust, but love - that was so pure, so good, a gift.  What was

right and what was wrong?  What was moral and immoral?

 

If it were just sex with Tabby, I could have done it once (or

twice) and moved on.  But I had made love to her and that

affected me differently.  Something in me had been awakened and

I felt an unfamiliar hunger.

 

When the team was preparing to go ashore for the day, I told

Mitch I wanted to catch up on my personal studies and for him to

go without me.  This allowed me to stay behind with Tabby, and

gave us time to be intimate together.

 

About a half hour after the shuttle boat had departed I went up

on deck and saw Tabby working on one of the boats railings.  I

was searching for the words to tell her that I wanted to make

love to her.  She looked over at me standing like a statue.

Before I could speak, she put down the tool in her hand and

walked past me to the ladder leading below deck.  My breath

quickened as I followed her.  Tabby never looked back as she

entered her cabin, leaving the door open for me.  I entered the

cramped room and closed the door.  She was already lying on the

bed with a very seductive look on her face.  God she was so

beautiful. I went to her and threw myself onto her bed right

next to her.  Her body covered mine as her lips found my mouth.

I could feel my vagina become wet as she kissed me.  The was

more determination in her kiss this time, not nearly as cautious

as the day before.  The best word I can think of to describe it

is, "raw".

 

She reached for my top and paused briefly to peer into my eyes

before removing it.  She stroked me through my bra for a minute

before releasing the clasp and gingerly peeling the cups off so

that my naked breasts were before her.  With each breath, my

nipples rose and fell like buoys on the rolling sea.  It seemed

like I was reading a romance novel, but here I was partially

nude before this enchanting creature, and my god, she was about

to make love to me!

 

There was no shame afterwards, no weight of sin, only a

surprising peace.  The flames of desire had not been quenched.

Like the coals of a fire, which start out blatantly visible and

burning red-hot, my desires had become a more subtle, yet much

hotter, white-hot.

 

The more I fed these desires, the deeper and more intense they

became.  We made love more often, taking every opportunity to be

together.  Spending so much time together and making love like

newlyweds drew Tabby and I into a much deeper relationship.  I

couldn't really understand it at first, but I was feeling things

towards her that had previously been exclusive to my marriage

relationship.

 

It's no surprise that this affected my relationship with Mitch.

I think it started the first few days at sea, when I first got

to know Tabby, and peaked with the first time she made love to

me.  After that, each time Tabby and I were together, it would

chip away at a piece of Mitch and I.  Obviously my sexual

encounters with Tabby were a huge part of this, but it was also

the times we spent just talking, or even when she would simply

take my hand in hers.

 

When Sunday night rolled around Mitch said we needed to pack up

for the shuttle boat to the mainland in the morning.  He had

used all his vacation and had to be back at work Tuesday.  For

hours I wrestled with the reality that my time in this tropical

oasis was coming to an end.  As was my time with Tabby.  It

would be life as usual on Monday.  There was a sense of

emptiness in me.  Why did I feel this way?  How could I fell

this way about another woman?  Why was this happening to me?  I

couldn't sleep.  I went above deck and stared out over the

ocean.  My heart was in turmoil, my faith was crumbling, and it

seemed the only true passion I had in me was about to slip away,

forever.  I began to weep.

 

Then I felt two hands on my shoulders.  I recognized her scent.

I thought I was dreaming and kept my eyes closed, leaning back

until I felt the fullness of Tabby's breasts caressing my back.

Gentle kisses on the back of my neck followed.  I lifted my head

and turned it to the side.  Tabby's lips found mine and we

kissed a desperate kiss.  Her arms wrapped around me from behind

and she found my breasts, holding them gently in her strong

hands.  Oh god, I didn't want this to ever end - I felt so

complete and content in her arms.  I moved my own hands to hers,

covering them and holding her hands tightly to my breasts,

refusing to let her go, afraid if she did, something in me would

wither and die.  I was pleading with her through that kiss and

she was loving me back.  Oh my god!  I loved her!

 

I told her I wasn't ready to say goodbye yet, that I needed more

time.  I went back to my cabin and woke Mitch up.  "Mitch, I

don't want to go back tomorrow, I want to stay a few more days",

I told him.

 

"What are you talking about", he mumbled from his stupor.

 

"I don't want to go back tomorrow, I feel like I'm supposed to

stay here with the rest of the team a few more days", I

repeated.

 

"Chrissy, I have to be back at work Tuesday", he replied.

 

"Mitch, I really to need to be here.  Why don't you go back

tomorrow and I'll catch another flight in a few days?"

 

"Are you sure about this", he asked.

 

"I couldn't be more sure", I told him.

 

"Alright Chrissy, if that's what you want", he ended, and rolled

back over to sleep.

 

I felt relieved, yet I was doubting what I was doing.  I had my

chance to go back home and get my life back to normal, and yet

here I was playing with fire.

 

In the morning Mitch took off with three of the others on the

team.  I kissed him goodbye and we discussed him changing my

flight for me.  Turns out the shuttle boat wouldn't be back for

a week so I would have to wait until then and leave with the

rest of the team.  I told Mitch I was OK with that.  Tabby was

listening to the tail end of our conversation and seemed

surprised at my change in itinerary.

 

As small as the first mate's cabin was, Mitch's and mine was

even smaller.  With Mitch gone I was free to spend the nights in

Tabby's cabin - after sneaking out so none of the other team

members saw where I was going.  We made love for hours that

night, but the thing that I cherished the most about that night

was cuddling with Tabby afterwards, our breasts meshing

together, our legs intertwined, the afterglow in her face, and

falling asleep in her arms.  It was so special not having to

rush off afterwards - like this was where I belonged.

 

I was awakened to the sound of knocking on a door coming from

down the corridor.  Tabby was gone and the clock indicated I had

slept in an hour too long.  I wrapped a sheet around my nude

body and walked to the door.  I opened it a crack and saw the

team leader knocking on my cabin door.  I didn't know what to

do.  I couldn't very well let him see me emerging from Tabby's

cabin.  So I just let him knock for several minutes and when he

finally left I quickly sneaked out of Tabby's cabin and to the

head.  When he saw me a few minutes later he asked where I had

been.  I told him I wasn't feeling well as was going back to

sleep.

 

When the team departed Tabby came by my cabin.  She had finished

her early morning work and told me, "Come on, I have a treat for

you".  She grabbed two packs and loaded them into the inflatable

Zodiac.

 

"Where are we going", I asked.

 

"It's a surprise.  But you'll love it, I promise", she assured

me.

 

We took off and headed along the island coast and around the

point.  Then she turned out to sea and towards a little out

island.  As she beached the Zodiac, she told me that this was

her secret hideout.  "Nobody ever comes here, we have the island

to ourselves".  She unloaded the packs and proceeded to set out

a blanket and a picnic spread.

 

When Tabby untied her bikini top and laid out on the blanket, I

knew why she had no tan lines.  "Here, put some oil on me, would

you", she asked as she handed me a bottle of baby oil.  I poured

some on her back and proceeded to work the oil into her dark

skin as she held her hair up out of the way.  I worked her

shoulders and upper arms and then her sides, under her arms

where she giggled and said "that tickles".  I spent a few

minutes on her back making sure I didn't miss any spots from

between her shoulder blades all the way down to her lower back

and the waistband of her bikini bottoms.

 

Then I poured more oil into my hands and did the side of her

waist and slid my arms under her working the oil into her tummy.

I reached up and caressed her breasts, Tabby lifted he weight a

bit so that my hands could slide easily under her and I now held

her nipples.  I rested my weight on my lover as I massaged her

full breasts.

 

Tabby told me to roll over and she removed my bikini top.  She

spread oil over my breasts and tummy and then had me remove my

bikini bottoms, while she did the same.  She spread oil all over

my inner thighs until I my vagina was aching for her touch.

Then she brought her hands to my mound.  She gingerly spread oil

over my folds, working my labia from top to bottom before

slipping between my lips.

 

Then Tabby said to me, "I want to try being the missionary".  I

was puzzled.  Tabby poured a large amount of oil onto my mound

so that my sparse hair was drenched in oil and it ran down my

slit and between the cheeks of my bottom.  Then she lowered

herself between my legs and brought her shaved vagina down on

top of mine.

 

The feeling was incredible and got even better as Tabby began to

slide her vagina up and down in little strokes.  The oil made

things so slippery and her vagina began to make slurping sounds

at it rubbed against mine.  Within a few minutes I was about to

explode.  Tabby slid up higher this time and she bumped my clit,

sending shocks through me.

 

She kept bumping me there and then said, "Chrissy, do you feel

that?  That's my clit."

 

I looked down were our bodies were joined.  I couldn't believe

she was doing this.  Her clit was actually slipping under my

hood and bumping directly into my clit.  Then she let all her

weight rest on me, our bodies touching over their entire length.

She began to hump me with greater determination.  My thighs

instinctively spread wider and my ankles wrapped around her.

The pressure of her mound on mine was incredible.

 

Then I felt something that I didn't think was possible, I could

actually feel Tabby inside of me.  It wasn't very deep, just

something poking between my labia and sliding up and down inside

my slit.  "It must be her clit inside me", I thought.  Just the

thought of it was so hot!  Then suddenly...

 

"Right there, yes!"  "Oh Tabby, Please do it to me... Oh

Pleeeeease!"

 

"Ohhhh.... It's Happening... Oh My God!... Ahhhhhh"

 

I came so incredibly hard, my legs wrapped tightly around Tabby

with all the strength in my legs.

 

"Oh Tabby, I never knew it could be like this.", tearing up.

 

"That was sooooo good.  Don't move, stay inside me, please.", I

begged

 

I never wanted to leave this paradise.  If she would have asked,

I would have stayed there forever.  I fantasized that we could

build a little bungalow right on the beach where we could make

love every night.  Then we could make love here on the sand

every morning and the in the ocean every afternoon.

 

But that was just a fantasy and after six hours on our private

island, and making loving for a second time, we were back in the

Zodiac and on our way back to the boat.  Tabby spent most of

that night spreading aloe on my breasts which got severely

sunburned, the pleasure being almost equal to the pain.

 

Our last night together before I left was a somber one.

Although I wanted to make love to Tabby, mostly I just wanted to

hold her tightly.  I did want to experience the sensation of

having her vulva inside me again, and the swells of the ocean

rocking the boat enhanced the sensation.

 

I awoken at 3 AM, unable to sleep, knowing I would be leaving

Tabby in the morning.  I cherished those next four hours with

the feel of her breast on my cheek and her legs intertwined with

mine.

 

Saying goodbye to Tabby was more difficult than I could have

imagined.  I felt devastated, like I had lost a part of me.  The

trip home was a time of serious reflection for me.

 

I found myself at a crossroads, facing with the most difficult

decision of my life.  I had fallen in love with Tabby.  The

Bible and my recovering conscience told me this was wrong.  But

I could not come to terms with the "why".  How could love ever

be a bad thing?  And if I loved Tabby, then making love to her

is a natural part of that love.  Sex is the culmination of love,

the ultimate act of intimacy, drawing two people into the

closest bond.  Sex with Tabby was so sweet and tender.  In some

ways it was more sincere and intimate than anything I had

previously experienced with Mitch, not to mention more

passionate.

 

There was nothing hurtful or dirty in making love with Tabby.

And there certainly was nothing unnatural about it - on the

contrary, our desires were completely natural and our instincts

are what guided us.  We made love and it felt good.  How could

there be any wrong in that?

 

I tried to go back home and live my normal life with Mitch.  But

I hated myself for throwing away that love with Tabby.  It

became obvious within a few weeks that this wasn't going to

work.  I wasn't in love with Mitch anymore - maybe I never

really was.  I told him everything.  Neither of had ever

considered divorce an option but we thought pretending was even

worse, so we ended our marriage a month later.

 

Over the next months my spirits lifted again.  I thought I might

someday fall in love again and marry, but it occurred to me that

part of the reason I had fallen in love with Tabby was because

she was a woman.  It hit me right between the eyes, "My god

Chrissy, you're gay."  But I could not reconcile my beliefs with

my feelings.  I couldn't read Scripture any other way, it

condemned what I was feeling.  But the passion in me was

undeniable, as was the sexual pleasure I enjoyed in bed with a

woman.

 

My faith was crumbling before me.  I never completely resolved

things, I only knew that all good things come from God and I

also knew that making love to Tabby was soooo good!  I felt like

I could be happy with her for the rest of my life, and I knew I

could be the kind of wife I desired to be with her.  This made

me feel very insecure about myself.

 

I tried to control my emotions with reason.  Months went by and

I found myself dating guys a lot, trying to force myself into an

acceptable mold.  I eventually got plugged back into church and

realized I needed this in my life.  Their singles group was fun

and thriving.  I was hoping I would a guy and there would be

some magic between us, maybe even finding my soul mate.  Things

would turn out a little different from what I had expected.

 

It was several weeks later that I met Shelly.  She was new to

our church and the singles group.  We became good friends and

eventually she shared with me how she had come to be at our

church.  We had a lot more in common than most people knew.  It

seems she had been living a lesbian lifestyle since high school

and after a series of destructive relationships had been brought

to the point that was starting a new life.

 

Neither of us intended for anything to happen between us, but we

naturally grew closer together emotionally as we spent more and

more time together.  Besides the affirmation and support we

gained from each other, our spiritual lives seemed to grow

together as well.  Though I refused to see our relationship as

anything other than pure and innocent, there was a growing depth

and emotional intimacy between us.

 

I wouldn't admit it at the time, but I began to feel a sexual

attraction to Shelly.  I suspect it was mutual since I noticed

we began to exchanged more lingering touches.  About two months

after our first meeting, she asked me out.  We had done things

with the single's group together and even did some shopping and

movies with just the two of us, but this was different, I could

sense it in how she asked me.  She never called it a date, but

that's what it turned out to be.  My defenses began to come down

as we dined, and I involuntarily allowed my emotions to lead me.

 

A woman can see things in the eyes of another woman.  And it was

as if Shelly could see my inner most secrets, peering all the

way into my soul.  She leaned across the table and kissed my

softly on the lips.  It was such a short kiss, not even likely

to grab the attention of the other patrons around us.  But to me

it was as powerful as a tidal wave, yet it lingered.  Even after

it was over, I could feel her warmth on my mouth, I could taste

her lips, and my nose remained filled with her perfume.  My eyes

betrayed me - she had seen it in me.  "Let's get out of here,

OK?", she whispered.

 

In a stupor, I rose and Shelly led me to her car.  She opened

the passenger door for me and then got in the driver's side.

She put the key in the ignition and started the engine.  Before

putting the shift into gear, she looked over at me.  She seemed

to be contemplating some serious.  Then leaning, she kissed me

again.  I tried to call out, "Wait", but her mouth smothered my

attempt before the sound could escape my lips.  For a moment I

was back on a boat in the middle of the Caribbean and wanted to

relive the passion of that experience.  I gave myself to her.

Like a demon being loosed from its bindings, lust overtook me,

and I kissed her back with months of pent up passion.  By the

time we made the short trek to my apartment, I could feel my

pussy was dripping wet.

 

There were no pretenses and we wasted no time.  Once inside my

apartment we went immediately to my bedroom, so that there was

no time for either of us to consider what we were about to do.

I laid down on my bed, and said, "I want you, Shelly".  She

smiled at me.

 

I unbuttoned my blouse and was just about to unsnap my pants

when Shelly said, "Let me do that."  Sitting next to me on the

bed, she gingerly unsnapped my pants and slowly peeled them down

my legs and off.  There was an urgency in her actions as Shelly

immediately brought her mouth to my panties, and offered little

kisses all over my silken covered mound.  There was a lust in

her I had never seen before.  Almost violently, she yanked my

panties down to my knees.  Looking at my naked pussy she said,

"God Chrissy, you're so beautiful."  Not waiting for my

reaction, immediately her mouth was on my vulva.  It felt so

good to feel the softness of a woman's mouth on my vagina once

again.

 

There was a hunger in Shelly, a hunger for me.  I knew from our

discussions that it had been over a year since Shelly had been

with a woman.  She was definitely making up for lost time.  She

licked my vagina without mercy, making me cum five or six times

before my clit felt on fire and I needed a break.  She made love

to me for hours.  Oh god, did she make love to me!

 

I knew she was ready for some attention so it was now my turn to

please her.  I explored her entire body, and enjoyed her breasts

for nearly an hour before going down on her.  Her first orgasm

hit her within a few seconds of licking her labia, causing her

body to shake violently.  Her cum flowed into my mouth and I

thought to myself, "how sweet and how precious".  I looked at my

lover's face, covered with sexual bliss and then I noticed a

trace of tears running down the side of her face.

 

It was such a sweet sight, and my heart arched with desire for

this woman.  I continued making love to her vagina, bringing her

to paradise three more times before I slid up next to her and

kissed her tenderly, offering her some of her own nectar to

enjoy.  I lovingly caressed Shelly's breasts as she lie next to

me and whispered, "Please, stay in my bed tonight."

 

That was to be the first of many nights she would share my bed

with me.  We dated for two more weeks before we were sexually

intimate again.  I think I fell in love with Shelly that first

time, but we took things slowly (if you call two weeks,

"slowly").  We spent a lot of time getting to know one another

better - both under the sheets and also outside the bedroom.

 

Shelly moved in with me the following month.  Our friends know

we are roommates but not that we share the same bed.  We both

still struggle with the contradiction between our faith and our

lifestyle.  While our church is not accepting of homosexual

behavior, when we tried a gay friendly church we found much to

be missing there.  No, our church is where we belong, just like

the hundreds of other imperfect people there.

 

I am so in love with Shelly, even though the world says I am

wrong for doing so.  I want so much to be her wife, though they

say I'm not allowed to be.  She is everything I want in life.

Her breasts give me sexual bliss, but I am rejected by others in

my church because she HAS breasts.

 

So for now I wait in patient expectation for the day when we

will be free to lawfully marry in our home state of Florida.

Maybe by then we will even be allowed to have the wedding in our

own church.