A Tropical Fantasy

I wrote this for Kim before we met. It's still a lovely fantasy.

A Tropical Fantasy

The air was humid and perfumed by the tropical flowers blooming everywhere. She was blindfolded while he led her across bamboo planks. She felt plants overgrowing their borders slap against her breasts and brush against her face and legs. She could hear the thundering of the waterfall growing closer; what did he have planned, she wondered as they continued walking. Through her thin sandals ( the only thing she wore) she could feel the bamboo planks change, the texture wasn't the same underfoot, it was softer. They walked a short way until he said, "Here we are." They were extremely close to the waterfall now; occasionally she felt drops of water splash on her skin.
"Stay here." he told her. I'll be right back. “It felt odd standing naked, blindfolded, and alone outside in this tropical wonderland where she could be seen by anyone who happened to walk by. He grabbed her wrist suddenly and wrapped something cool and thin around it. "Yes this will work nicely," he spoke aloud more to himself than to her. He was tying her hands together with the unusually cool rope, which wasn't nearly as soft as the shiny nylon rope he usually used. In fact, at times, this rope scratched her and it irritated her skin just a bit. He raised her hands above her head, stretching her so that she could barely stand without being on tiptoe. "This is a Kodak moment," he said after a moment, "good thing I brought the camera." He paused long enough to take the pictures then said, "You shouldn't be blindfolded." he took the blindfold off and she blinked in the light.
They were near the waterfall, just as she thought, although somewhat higher than the pond where the water pooled after its descent. She looked upwards. Her hands were bound with thick green vines hanging from the lowest branch of a tree. He was standing beside her, flogger in hand. Playfully he whipped her breasts and between her legs, lightly hitting her backside several times before seriously starting the flogging. She tried to hold still, but as the intensity increased, so did her squirming. The vines held her securely, even when she was scarcely able to stand. The vines rubbed against her wrists, burning, giving her extra reason to try to stay standing still. A few cries escaped her lips. "Breathe," he soothed her, stopping the flogging to administer loving kisses and fondling her. "Focus on the scenery." He kissed her once more before letting loose a barrage of hard strokes that pounded through her entire being. She was getting dizzy now, all the vivid colors of the waterfall and foliage blurring. The water falling echoed loudly in her ears, rhythmically mimicking the sound of the flogger. She couldn’t feel the ground beneath her feet; was she standing or swaying with every stroke? Was she crying? The strokes were slow now, thudding against her skin, but it wasn't the unbearable sting it had been. It was like a lullaby rocking her to sleep. She closed her eyes and her body drooped, sagging against the green restraints.
When she woke up she was lying in his arms on a blanket not far from where he had pleasurably tormented her. He was tickling her nose with a powerfully scented white flower. He smiled at her, sat up and rummaged through a picnic basket. He helped her sit up and opened the bottle of juice he produced from the basket. She was awake now, although a bit lightheaded while she drank. They ate the light lunch they had packed, slowly while talking about their little adventure. After more rest and talk they finally decided to go into the water for a swim. For quite some time they played in the water, swimming and splashing. He climbed out of the water and sat on a rock, watching her gracefully stroking the water. When she realized he had got out, she swam to him. Drops of water were drying on his body. She stood waist deep in the water, standing between his legs. Eagerly she began caressing his member, warming it in her wet hands. Soon she was kissing and suckling him. She grew excited as she felt him growing in her mouth, eagerly awaiting the inevitable release. He was moving now, unaware of anything except the pleasure she was giving him. Soon he could endure the pleasure no longer and his sweet release filled her mouth, warming her while she stood in the cold water. When he had recovered somewhat, he helped her out of the cool water. In silence they sat drying in the sun and cuddling, or talking about nothing in particular. After a while they got up, gathered their things together and returned to the little bungalow where they were staying.