Tropical Fruit

The wind in my face feels like freedom. A group of friends and I are in Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica, cruising up the beach in search of...something. We pass up all the cute local shops covered in murals, filled with flowery tapestries and hammocks, and keep pedaling until the scenery gets less populated. As we ride further north, there are no more hostels, shops, or markets, no more women with their families selling bags of fruit. There is just the road we’re on and the dense jungle on both sides of us. A few hundred meters past the lush jungle to the left, the land meets the beautiful, warm, light turquoise water. 

Our isolation is interrupted by a man with long dark blonde hair joining pace with our bikes. His skin is golden, and he’s wearing short purple swim shorts and water shoes, nothing else. I can tell he is intentionally keeping his pace to match ours. He’s by himself, repeatedly glancing over at me as I continue singing and biking, but now with a smile knowing he’s listening.

He’s gorgeous. His body is sculpted like an edible masterpiece. His smile is pure. The warm and humid climate paired with the active bicycling makes his skin glisten. I can feel the interest and curiosity radiating off him. I decide to ask where he’s headed. “A beach up there,” he responds, maintaining strong eye contact and his cute grin...“and you?” 

“Playa Punta Uva,” I respond and gesture toward my friends, signaling that we are all headed that way. 

He glances back. “Hey, I’m Jasper. I can show you guys the way. I’m headed in that direction.” He acknowledges my friends in a sincere, friendly manner but shortly brings his focus back to me. 

He asks how old I am. 

“I’m twenty-two. What about you?” I’m already fantasizing about where this rendezvous could lead. This kind of immediate mutual spark doesn’t happen all the time. 

“I’m twenty-eight,” he says, smiling as if he’s already reading my mind. I think about how that’d be the oldest man I’ve ever been with...

Our conversation quickly transcends small talk and leads into our common passions and interests. He has my attention. 

We ride our bikes for 20 more minutes, keeping a close proximity to each other.

“We’re here!” Jasper shouts. 

We lock our bikes up to a tree and find a spot to lay our towels in the sand away from the crowd of people. I immediately run to the water. Jasper is right behind me. 

In the water, we continue our conversation, exploring each other’s minds and souls with our words. He has an authenticity about him that I find enticing. He is kind, open, and protective. A sweet, masculine man. We go further into the heavy, salty waves. Our conversation goes deeper. I open up as I begin to feel more comfortable with him. Our body parts occasionally come in contact, sending sparks through me. I put my arms around his neck. Not with any intention to kiss or anything but because the vibe is right. My mind gets in the way, and I release my arms, but we stay close. 

“I just want to feel as much pleasure as I can in life. Isn’t that why we’re living? To enjoy being here and hopefully extend that joy to others?” I say, reflecting on the moment, this trip, and my life in general.

“I could give you so much pleasure, Jewel,” he says with confidence and certainty. He smiles to bring levity. I like how my name sounds as it leaves his mouth. I start to imagine him pleasuring me. I can’t tell if I’m wet or not because we’re submerged, but my heart is racing. Despite his smile, he’s serious, and I get shy. He catches onto my nervousness too and begins breaking it down for me. 

“Come to my house. I live in the jungle about two miles inland. Spend the night. In the morning, we can have fresh coconut water straight from the coconut. I can give you all the pleasure you deserve.” 

He makes it sound so easy. I feel apprehensive reminding myself that he's practically a stranger—although it doesn’t feel like that. My rational mind begins coming up with excuses. I pull back, laughing as a result of my shyness. 

“How are you gonna say you want something and when exactly that is offered to you, you reject it?” He states, frankly. 

He has a point...

We stand in the water in silence for a bit and I bite my lip. Then he gracefully twirls me around so that my ass is on his dick. He grabs my hand and guides it to feel him through his purple swim shorts. 

“Oh,” I’m definitely wet. And he is rock hard. He takes my hand and places it inside his shorts, allowing me to feel his girth. His dick is thick and full. The perfect size. I wasn’t expecting such a large size from this man. I imagine it inside me. 

…………………………….

Jasper holds my hand as we walk down to the main road to catch a taxi to his place. 

I look up into his eyes. I am comfortable and reassured, but think about how dangerous this is on paper. “I’d never tell my mom about this, she would freak.” 

Jasper waves down a car, speaks a bit of Spanish, and we take the “taxi” to his place. Once we arrive, he opens a huge gate that leads into his property. 

“So we’re going to be walking for about 10 minutes,” he informs me as he points up the jungly mountain. “I live up there. In the morning, we drink coconuts.” 

The hike up is steep and I start to sweat. He assures me there’s a shower so we’ll be able to cool off and wash up. I let him shower first so I can marvel at his living space and soak in my new surroundings. It’s all wooden, open, and literally surrounded by nature. I breathe it in.

Jasper comes out of the shower looking like a god. He has his towel wrapped low on his waist with no shirt on. His golden 6-pack is unlike anything I’ve seen before. 

Our chemistry is palpable. We talk a bit, play some music, and finally he asks me if I’d like to go with him upstairs. 

I place one foot in front of the other up Jasper’s wooden steps, and I see his bed, draped with a mosquito net—it looks like a bed fit for a king. Behind me I see an opening in the structure of the house, opening up to the Caribbean jungle, Jasper’s backyard. 

“It’s beautiful in the morning. You’ll love it,” he catches me staring out, enamored. 

I feel so relaxed and get into bed sitting upright and cross legged. He sits behind me and begins gliding his hands slowly along my shoulders. He is exploring my body with a soft admiration. 

He kisses me gently on my neck and whispers, “Lay down on your back.” I hear him and obey. 

He comes around the side of the bed. “I’m happy you’re here,” he says, as he opens and lifts my legs, placing them on each of his shoulders. He proceeds to kiss me one leg at a time. He kisses my feet and makes his way back up towards my inner thighs. He caresses my thighs and my lower belly— kissing me all over. 

He pauses for a while, “I’ve only done this a few times. But I would love to eat your yoni right now.” I nod, loving to hear him confess to me like that.

I am already wet, and as soon as his mouth touches my pussy, my mouth falls open. I let out an uncontrollable moan full of the energy that has been building up since we first met on those bikes. His tongue swirls and flicks my lips, my clit, and the opening of my pussy. I feel his passion through his tongue. 

He is moaning, and the vibrations shoot through me like a wave of electricity. I’m in a trance. His pace is intuitively perfect. I put my hand on his head, moaning to him for more. I am feeling blissed out, and I tell him softly, “You’re doing amazing. This feels so good.” 

Jasper gains more confidence from this affirmation—his performance intensifies. He begins sucking at my clit. I jerk at this sudden explosion of unexpected pleasure. I’ve never felt this sensation before. My moans get louder, and my breathing increases. I remember that we have zero neighbors, so I’m able to let go and be as vocal as I want—no holding back. He keeps sucking my pussy as he wraps his arms around my thighs pulling me in closer. I’m about to cum. I let out an intense “yesss” as he fulfills his promise to give me pleasure. 

I begin thrusting my hips towards his face and he doesn’t pull back until it’s over. When I’m done cumming, he kisses me on my pussy, and on each of my inner thighs. He smiles up at me. 

I pull him toward my face so I can kiss him. I want to taste that passion on him and I want to taste my own pussy on his lips. We kiss intensely as I squeeze my legs around his lower back and bring him closer into me. 

I want him inside me now. 

“Wow. You’re like a waterfall, eh?” He lifts himself a bit and slides a finger into my pussy. After a few seconds, I feel more full. He adds another finger and massages the inside of my pussy, focusing on my G-spot. This continues on until I can’t take it anymore. I reach down with my hand to feel his dick. I start stroking it, pulling it towards me as he continues fingering my yoni. I’m practically begging for him to fuck me, but he maintains control.

He brings his face closer to mine again and kisses me while he reaches down to grab his dick and tease the exterior of my pussy. 

I am squirming and thrusting towards him. 

“You want me to give it to you?” he asks. 

“Please,” I reply without hesitation. 

It feels like ecstasy as the soft, round tip of his dick enters my willing and ready pussy. There’s so much blood flow rushing throughout this area, my yoni looks swollen with pleasure. Jasper starts off slow and shallow and eventually, he is all the way in. Deep. A perfect fit. I feel full and incredibly satisfied. The electricity between us manifests the elements because as we’re making love, it starts to rain. Hard. Lightning and thunder comes along with it. His jungle house is full of open windows, making the experience more raw and blissful. 

Missionary position intensifies our connection. I hold him in my arms, gripping his back as he slides in and out of me. I kiss and bite his shoulders and his neck. I want all of him. I clutch his body with my legs and fully wrap around him. Suddenly he places his hands underneath my ass, lifting me up at an angle. 

“Ooh,” I gasp. This is new, and I love it. I feel like it’s the night of our wedding or something—he makes love to me with so much passion and gentle care—but remind myself it’s the first night we’ve ever met.

His dick is like healing magic, his strokes bring me an abundance of euphoria. It feels like we make love all night.

During our third and final round, he holds himself together so we can reach our climax simultaneously. His discipline and knowledge of his own body and power is sexy. My moans are uncontrollable. Finally, we sleep. And coconuts in the morning. 

Photo by Mikhail Nilov