...he thousandth time, "That was some serious shit we had ourselves in. If Chief wasn't there...... Well, he was, we survived, and here I am. Speeking of which, where did he get to?"
As if on cue, a very large shadow fell over her. "John, you are blocking my sun!" she teased.
She closed her eyes, waiting for John to move. Instead, she started to feel a hand careesing her nipple, and another hand slowly working its way from her bellybutton, caressing downwards. "John! Not here! Wait until we get back to the resort!" she said. Yet, the hand still moved, and started caressing her sex. Miranda found herself starting to moan, feeling a dampness spread over her swimsuit. "John! I order you to... ooooh that feels good...." she moaned, unable to control herself. The shadow came closer, and Miranda felt lips slowly brush her's, once, twice, then a deeper, more loving kiss. After about ten seconds the lips left hers, kissing her chin, her neck, then down slowly, one hand still caressing her nipple, the other still stroking her now uncoverd and soaking sex. His kisses went all the way down untill just above her clit, then with all the gentleness he could muster lifted her out of the hammock, barely needing effort.