Halfway to Heaven

It was going to be a good night for sleeping. The night air was filled with the scent of rain. The sky was filled with nature’s electricity and the resonance of the storm brewing in the west. It was a night without the stars or the moon. A night with a cool breeze and the peaceful rhythm of the rain.

Allie was sitting at her vanity table removing the day from her face and brushing her hair. She was singing in her soft voice, the song was one she wrote herself. She had dreams of one day being a songwriter. The song that she was singing put her in a melancholy mood and she paused in her brushing to stare into the lighted mirror. She was daydreaming of a happier place and with happier times in abundance around her.

After brushing her hair, she got up and removed her clothes and put on her tiger stripped nightshirt. She walked to the den and turned on her computer. There was a flash of light, a huge boom and the lights went off. Walking around the house in the dark convinced Allie just how tired she was, and she decided to go to sleep after all. She laid there in the dark with an occasional flicker of lightning lighting up her room. She could see the designs of plaster on her ceiling. They looked like white ripples on a pond. She fell asleep with this thought in her head...

The catamaran was filled with the muscular, tanned natives of the islands. Their arms and backs worked in unison as they rowed the boat against the waves. The oldest of the men was giving off what seemed to be cadence in his tribal language. Allie was riding in the middle of the boat on a raised platform. She was wearing a grass skirt, a brightly colored floral bikini top with a lei around her neck. The colors of the flowers, the reds, yellows, and the greens, brought out the colors of her beauty. She was the prettiest woman these men ever had the pleasure of escorting to this out of the way island.

On the shore Allie could see palm trees, sand dunes, and a solitary straw hut. The water was crystal clear, allowing whoever cared to see the many different shells and pebbles on the ocean floor. Off in the distance was the sounds of drums. These drums weren’t beaten in warning but more of welcome, like her arrival was not only appreciated but expected. Her thoughts wandered to what dance they may be performing. She wondered who’s story was being told in the movements of the hands, arms and body.

The men brought the boat all the way on-shore before allowing Allie to depart the vessel. One of the natives even lifted her up from her sitting position and carried her off. Then she was led to the straw hut. This hut was actually something to marvel at. It was about ten feet high and had a circumference of thirty feet. The only opening in the structure was the doorway which was covered by a colorful cloth. Another native grabbed one side of the cloth and pulled it to one side. He then gestured for her to go inside. Hesitant at first, she walked in. When her eyes adjusted to the change of lighting she started to look around.

In this hut, there stood a wooden frame, very simple in form and function. A rope lattice worked for support of the mattress, which in this case were layers of straw and had a thick comforter draped over the bed. On a table next to the bed was an ice bucket, with a green bottle protruding out of it along with a silver candle. On the other side stood another identical table, with a bowl of fruit, along with the other silver candlestick.

With a closer examination of the fruit bowl one could see that it was all made from the fruit of the islands, including the bowl, which was cut from a watermelon. The fragrance of the sliced fruit was very inviting. The way the scent of kiwi intertwined with the strawberries and the citrus smell of the oranges and limes, was enough to stir ones senses.. In the middle, or the focal point was a pineapple

The drumbeats got louder and the sound was moving closer to the hut. It was like they were on the move or they were marching in succession . Allie surmised that the drums were just outside the straw hut when the drums stopped their rhythmic beating. The curtain was once again thrust opened to one side and in walked a man.

This man was not Hawaiian. Allie looked at him from her place in the room in wonderment. He was nearly six feet tall, short blonde hair and a goatee which highlighted his chin. He smiled when he saw her looking at him with those loving eyes. He clapped his hands and the curtain was closed and the music started playing again. This time it wasn’t just drums, there were string and wind instruments added.

The candlelight danced on the thatch ceiling, like a flat rock skips across a peaceful pond. Allie closed the distance between the two of them. He opens his arms and waited for the inevitable embrace. They meet with more than their arms, they have their hearts, minds and emotions entwined in this hug. They are wearing their feelings on their shirt sleeves and no words are spoken. They kiss; no, they touch lips with such passion that one could not deny that love is still alive in the world.

Allie raises her leg as they kiss and Sam picks her up and twirls her around. In a graceful move he goes from swinging her around to cradling her in his arms. He carries her over to the wooden bed and gently lays her down. Allie sits up and motions him to sit down next to her, and Sam being anxious to please, does so. She stands up and positions herself between his legs they kiss while Allie is working to get Sam out of his buttoned Hawaiian shirt. She doesn’t try very hard to be graceful, or even to put the plastic buttons through the cotton material...in fact all five buttons end up on the floor. She takes her hands and opens up his shirt. She sees his torso, and he is everything that she has ever imagined that he would be like. She runs her hands over his chest and stomach, then, as if her mouth was connected to her hands, she begins to kiss, lick, and softly nibble over his exposed flesh. His nipples become hard in her mouth, and they both like this sensation. The smell of his cologne, mixed with his body chemistry is releasing the tiger in her.

Her hands begin to tug at the button, then the zipper on his Bermuda shorts. Sam arches back to allow her easier access to these fasteners. With them opened and pulled apart, she sees the bulge in his underpants and is very excited. She tugs at the bottom of the legs and pulls off the shorts. As she returns to her standing position she is met with a surprise. Sam grabs her and places her on the bed. He kisses her from their sitting position. Their tongues meet. It is like a choreographed dance ritual, the head movements, the escaping moans, and the wandering hands. Sam is running his hands through Allie’s copper colored hair, then to her shoulders and then he does his attempt at the dance of clothes removal.

Her colorful bikini top that was closely hugging her womanly curves was easy enough to remove. He reached behind Allie and found the strings that were tied in bows at her neck and middle of her back. With the knots untied, the cotton fabric was loose on her chest but her ample breasts held it in place. He reached around and removed it and tossed the bra onto the floor. Neither of them even cared to watch it fall to the floor. The grass skirt was easy enough to remove if you were concentrating on finding its ties, but Sam on the other hand was concentrating on the beauty before him. He was captivated in her rosy lips, her sparkling hazel eyes, her lovely coppered-colored hair. It was her tanned skin that really captivated his entire attention. He was rubbing his hands over the soft skin of her nipples as he was kissing her with the same passion they had at the first embrace. Allie reached behind her and untied the strings of the grass skirt and pulled it off.

Sam walks over to the nightstand to where the bowl of fruit sat, and grabs the pineapple, slices the top with a knife, and walks back over to Allie. She wets her lips in anticipation of tasting the fruit. Sam places his hand out, places it on Allie’s shoulder and gently nudges her to lay down. He places the fresh pineapple on the bed and then reaches up and removes her last stitch of clothing. He grabs the pineapple, takes the top off and casually throws it over his shoulder. He climbs on the bed and kneels next to his love and gently upturns the fruit pouring the liquid on her chest, stomach, and the essence of her womanhood. He kisses her, then he begins to follow the trail of the yellowish liquid with his tongue. Sam’s tongue flickers over the sensitive skin of her breasts. It is hard to tell who is enjoying their closeness more. The pineapple juice may have made Allie taste better to Sam, but the pineapple juice might have made her more sensitive to his loving touch. The loving moans are even undecipherable as to who is letting them out. Allie reaches her arms around to the top of Sam’s head and she begins to push him further down her body. He complies and is moving his tongue in and out of her navel base, in which she is too aroused to let out a giggle, for she is far to excited to do anything but want him deep inside of her. She is enjoying his tongue, which is flickering and probing her inviting womanly curves. He finally finds that last traces of the pineapple juice and Allie opens her legs for easier access.

Sam repositions himself between her legs and then he props himself up on his folded arms and looks Allie in the eyes. She winks at him, and Sam starts to perform his tongue ritual on Allies essence. The first touch of Sam’s wet tongue on Allie’s clit sends her into an orgasmic realm that she has never visited before and she’s not so sure if she ever wants to leave. From that moment on, Sam is lost in paradise. Her orgasm has left her nerve endings in a state of enhanced stimulation, where Sam’s every touch of his tongue fills her body with another wave of pleasure. With every wave of pleasure Allie wants him deep inside of her. She wants to feel his pulsating member fill the void in her life, she wants to be filled with his livelihood. She wants his juices to mingle with hers.

Allie uses all of her remaining strength to sit up, grabs Sam and stop what he is doing to her, and hungrily kisses him. Sam is weakened by her resolve and he gives into her wants and desires. She lays him on the bed, removes his underwear, and grabs the pineapple to start her enjoyment. She kneels next to him, brushes her hair out of her face and begins to suck the sweet liquid from his hairless chest. The touch of her mouth and tongue is soothing to him. He reaches down and is running his fingers through her lovely hair. Sam lets his pleasure show by letting his moans escape from his mouth.

Allie’s tongue glides across Sam‘s muscled chest carefully navigating the stream of pineapple juice to the ripples of his stomach. Her hands are fondling his body until she finds the solitary soldier standing at attention and awaiting his orders. Her soft hands are welcomed by a pulse of activity, the soldier yields his post for her soft caress. Once again her mouth isn’t far behind the touch of her hand. She flicks her tongue up and down on the shaft of Sam’s being. Sam lets her and the outside world knows that he is overcome with his enjoyment. After licking off the pineapple juice from his rod of desirous pleasure, she starts on his love sack. This of course makes Sam move all over the bed in delight. Allie is magically turning Sam into a ball of orgasmic energy, this makes her smile. She flicks her tongue back up to his shaft and is greeted with a sticky substance and she immediately wants more. She opens her mouth and takes in the head of his penis, her tongue is dancing over it with delight. She sits up and once again brushes the hair out of her face and leans back into his manhood. She takes it in her mouth again, up and down she goes, her soft hands are still massaging his balls.

Finally Sam has been teased long enough and he once again sits up and takes Allie in his arms, they hug and kiss. He leans her back on the bed, he crawls between her legs and he gently and passionately slides his throbbing, pulsating member inside of her. They meld together in the heat of passion, they connect like they were made for each other, they are joined forever. Allie is warm and wet, Sam is hard and erect. Allie is enveloping around Sam, and he is not leaving a millimeter unfilled with his protruding appendage. Allie is the glove and Sam is the hand.

Together their rhythm is unbreakable, together they are inseparable, together they are the world’s best example of what true love really is. They live in each other when they look into each other’s eyes. The one can know what the other is thinking. They feel everything together as if they were one.

Sam is gently pushing himself deeper into Allie and Allie is wrapping her legs around Sam to get every little fraction of inch of him inside of her. In and out they gracefully move. It is so beautiful to watch as the love just exudes from their bodies. In and out they continue to go, with every stroke bringing them closer together, and further apart. They moan in unison each other’s name, their bodies begin to shake together, and their eyes are beginning to gloss over. They are close to their mutual orgasm, they are close to share a lifetime of dreams and desires, and they are doing it together.

The in and out movements are reaching a fevered tempo, the moans are at fevered pitch. In the heat of the climax, Allie runs her manicured nails down Sam’s back, digging for some hold as the orgasm pulsates through her body. They both cum together, then collapse together. They cuddle close to one another as they fall asleep. Sam has his arm around the love of his life. They sleep with smiles on their faces.

There is the sound of birds filtering into her bedroom, Allie wakes up and sees a floral bikini top laying on the floor. The same bikini top she had wore in her dream. She doesn’t own a bikini and has never been in a Hawaii, but last night she was halfway to heaven.

{c}The End