We strolled along the beach hand-in- hand as the sun was sinking in a gaudy riot of bruised colours. Standing, leaning back on his chest, his arms around me and his lips on my neck, I breathed in the warm air of that twilight time- not day or night but somewhere hovering between. It is my favourite time when the activity and laughter of the day is passing and the night's pleasure has still to begin, a time of completion and of beginning.

The sand was warm and soft beneath my feet, my toes curled around its sensuous feel. Bare feet, a cool sea breeze, loose, billowing garments and the warm embrace of your man. I sighed, a whisper of wind through the palms.

"Happy?" He muttered against my ear.

"Indecently." I replied and turned my head to catch his lips in mine. We kissed openly, unconcerned about who might see us, proud of how we felt.

"Tonight, I wish it could be just you and me. I mean...I know we're meeting the others for drinks and dinner but, I feel like just being alone with you."

He smiled. "I know. Me too. We're not much fun are we? The boring old couple."

I dug him in the ribs. "Don't overplay your hand. You've had a few moments already this holiday and they weren't all with me, tiger."

"And you haven't strayed? I'm not falling for that, Tink..."

I giggled. "Not really. I've been remarkably restrained considering the cockfest on show already. What with Jack regularly flashing his and diving in, Jeff and his refusal to have a tan line, Cort and his inability to understand the concept of bathers...not to mention the others even in their shorts...and you wandering round the stateroom as nature intended you...I think I have been remarkably chaste - as pure as the driven snow in fact."

He laughed. "Yeah...apart from being behind the greatest outbreak of hostilities at sea since they sank the Belgrano...but, of course, that didn't involve a cock, did it, darlin'?

He threw his arm about my shoulder and I nuzzled against his loose linen shirt, my hand in the back pocket of his cotton Chinos. We sauntered into the resort's main bar and joined the others on the sea terrace to a round of mocking applause. "'Bout time, too- had to fit a quickie in on the beach, did you?" someone threw at us."

"Long one actually- we started at dawn," I retorted with a grin. 

"Hurry up...you'll miss the main event. Sun's almost down..."

It was the cocktail hour on the Sunset Terrace and we were all hoping to see the Green Flash -- an amazing phenomenon that is one of Guana Island's many tourist attractions. Standing on the deck facing the sea, all of us wrapped up in our partners, we observed the remarkable occurrence. As the sun kissed the surface of the horizon a shimmering blink of iridescent chartreuse radiated from the point of contact to burst over the sea and sky, like fall out from a firework, but in only green. An involuntary gasp rose from all the observers at the stunning spectacle.

"It never ceases to cause wonder to all those who are fortunate enough to observe it," remarked Stephen. "Despite its miraculous beauty it is in fact easily explained away, as most things are, if scientific reason is brought to bear instead of superstitious nonsense."

"Sailors fear it. They say it is the power of the sea unfurled and that it can presage disaster," Jack added cautiously, a shiver running through a few of us at his tone. "It is not given to all to see it. Those who do...are destined for something...be it good or bad is not always clear..."

"Stuff and nonsense, Jack! You are not talking to ignorant sailors now! Modern men and women do not fall for those superstitious beliefs! The basic cause of the Green Flash is that refraction bends the light of the Sun. The atmosphere acts like a weak prism, separating the light into different colors. It requires an unobstructed view and no pollution to be seen at its best vantage. However men have always accorded their own particular theories concerning its meaning. Natives of these islands say that those who see it will be gripped by a powerful urge to copulate...it was thought originally to be a sign of fertility..."

"Bloody hell, I hope not!" I observed, the idea of us all getting knocked up on the same night and the scene nine months down the line when we all went into labour on the same day, a riot of baby girls and boys or even twins and triplets, tickling my fancy for a while. You know my warped sense of humour!

I looked around at all the couples. We were very clingy to our partners that night, quieter than usual, less flirting going on .A short while later chatting with the group and curled up next to Terry, I suddenly felt a little lightheaded. The conversation seemed to recede into the distance for just an instant and then return just as before, but I had the strange feeling that there had been a momentary warp in time. I looked up at Terry but his attention was elsewhere. Following his gaze, he seemed to be staring across the room  at someone else - and she was looking at him.

Just then I felt a curious sensation of recognition- like the way we sense the Brothers when they are near but, well, they were all near- it wasn't that. This was more powerful a pull than usual. There was almost a tangible smell in my nostrils and taste in my mouth; I wondered if this is how an animal understands scent. I pulled away from Terry and followed the sensation with my vision - and found myself staring into a pair of ice blue eyes. Jack.

Dinner was ready and we wandered together to take our places on the patio that faced out over the now dark sea. The table was beautifully arranged with lanterns and flowers; we all sat with our partners with Dino at one end of the long trestle table and Stephen at the other. The food was excellent, as had everything we had eaten this holiday been, but I was really not interested. I suppose you do get jaded when you are on vacation and overindulging all the time. It was quite shameless the way I played with my plate of barracuda steak, hardly taking a bite.

Instead I gave my attention to my companions at the table and noticed the bizarre dynamics that were floating round. A few unlikely couples were forming up as if there was something drawing us to other people than our usual partner tonight. There was something about the atmosphere beneath the surface that seemed to be creating eddies and currents in all of us.

I just felt...odd. Restless. There was a gentle sea breeze that ruffled up the table linens and blew through our hair but it did not cool me down. I was hot, clammy, my heart beat was quickened and I had the sensation of blood pulsing in my veins. Looking around the table, I was sure that it was not just me; everyone else seemed different although I couldn't put my finger on it. Even Terry was quieter than usual, elbow on the table, drinking wine pensively and staring into space somewhere. Wonder what was on his mind?

My eyes wandered from one to another of my dinner companions but I knew where they would finally rest. Jack. Why did I want to look at him so much? Our eyes met again - he was staring at me too, face impassive but eyes boring into me. I shivered, despite my blood-heated state. His eyes seemed to touch me like fingers as they swept over me. His lips, moistened with wine were on my own, I could feel their pressure, taste the vintage...I heard myself sigh.

Sense was restored by the arrival of dessert, a platter of pastries filled with Crème Chantilly and exotic local fruits. I shook the erotic fantasy from my mind and made a joke.

"Tropical tarts stuffed with cream- sounds like us lot when you lads have finished with us," I giggled, an effort to return to my normal self. "And I do include you in with us girls, Paulie," I added mischievously.

The table groaned at my crude comment but no one refused a pastry. The tang of the fruits and the smooth whipped cream slipped down my throat and seemed to enhance the sensuous mood I was in. I rolled the textures and tastes on my tongue and wondered why my palate seemed so acute all at once. A sudden image of my tongue rolling down Jack's cock and swirling the cream as I licked, flashed through my mind. I blushed and looked at him; I had the bizarre impression that he had shared my thought. He was blushing, too.

I don't really remember what happened then. I found myself dancing with Jack but the memory is hazy and then, the next thing that I knew, I was on a wooden walkway, hung with exotic blooms, which led from the bar to skirt along the beachfront. I was with Jack and we were strolling arm--arm. It was most curious.

"Jack, how did we get here?" I asked bemused.

"Why we walked, for all love, how else?" he chuckled. I wondered how strong the cocktails had been; had I had a temporary black out?

"Jack...I feel..."I gazed up at him and his smile seemed to fade to be replaced by a deeper expression, his nostrils flaring and his eyes moist and hooded. He said nothing but merely pressed me against the flowering trellis and his lips touched mine. Sparks seemed to fly behind my closed eyelids as his tongue teased out my own and we felt the first intimate contact of flesh and fluid.

His hands were on my neck, then slipping open the buttons on the front of my white lace top until I felt his touch on my naked breast. He uttered a rumbling sigh as he played the nipple to peak; I gasped and clung to his broad shoulders, my legs weak with the intensity of his kiss and the nearness of his body. I arched to feel his groin and he placed a gentle pressure to show me his desire.

For an instant, we pulled apart, looked again, and then he spun me round, his back against the wall of a cabana, dragging me against his parted legs, cradling my body in the gap and he kissed me again, wilder and more hungry. My body felt like rags in his hands.

"Hey, Uma...Terry... c'mon...Timeout...where's everyone all of a sudden? You were all there one minute and then..."

I heard Dino's voice as he approached. He couldn't really see Jack in the shadows, and had presumed he was Terry - well, I was almost eating the man's face off, where ten minutes ago I had been a limpet clinging onto Terry's rock- his mistake was understandable. I froze. What did it look like?  I was still unsure of how Dino would react to seeing me, Terry's girl, with someone else- you know what guys can be like about protecting their mates.

With a quick action born of desperation, unwilling to be seen openly having at another man, I gave Jack a sharp push and twisted the handle of the door to my right. It opened- I threw him in and banged the door, holding the handle behind my back.

"Dino! Hi! Pleasant surprise! Lovely weather for the time of year, don't you think?"

He grinned. "We're in the Caribbean, honey, not the old country. Where did the old man go?"

"Who?"

"Terry. Big ugly Australian. Likes crazy girls called Uma. Thought you were just getting acquainted with his tonsils."

"Oh...Terry...er...he ...er...went for a wee."

"Where...? He didn't pass me. Surely he isn't going in the bushes in a classy joint like this? Jesus!"

"No, of course not...he's...in this room. There's a loo in there."

"He scared of someone coming in? Don't remember him being shy to take a public slash!" He indicated the way I was gripping the door handle, holding it like grim death, the way girls do for each other when the toilet lock is broken. I expected Jack to attempt to wrench it open anytime and was bracing myself for the assault.

"He's very private..."

"Terry? We talking about the same Terry Thorne who once..."

"Save it, Dino...I'm not in the mood for one of your crude revelations. And I have to go...er... to the loo...as well..."

I yanked open the door and disappeared inside, turning the lock as I did to dissuade his further investigation, although I was pretty sure that he would get the hint. I grimaced when I thought of him bumping into Terry in the lounge and realizing what I had really been up to.

Then I looked around. I was standing in a small reception area, wooden floors and stark white walls. It was 'Sirena' the resort spa. There was a small pool to my right, fed by a stream of water, tinkling onto the pebbles of the pond. Behind that was the entrance - fake limestone walls to give the impression that one was entering a cave by the shore. No sign of Jack.

I crept down the walkway, inhaling a most pleasing scent; it seemed to be of the sea but with a fresh, invigorating aroma and an undertone of something sensual.

"Jack?"

"Here!" He answered. "What is this place? It is quite fascinating!" I heard Jack's voice, loud as ever but with a note of curiosity, like a young boy.

"It's a spa! Do you know what that is?" I asked him. He was sitting by a sunken pool that had a riot of fragrant petals and leaves floating on its top.

"A spa? What like Bath, you mean? Taking the healing waters?"

I giggled. "Not quite what we mean by it now. A spa is a kind of salon where you can have beauty treatments, massage, saunas...it's hard to explain to a man from your age. I suppose you could say it is a place for hedonists. It's just spoiling yourself, indulging, relaxing and having your body pampered. When I put it like that it seems a very foolish sort of place..."

Jack grinned. "Like a bawdy house without congress?" 

I laughed out loud. "Well...I guess so...actually though in the private rooms deals are done...they do give hand massage and other treats if you're willing to pay extra in many of these places..."

His eyes twinkled. "I must say there is a quiet delightful perfume about- what is it?"

I sniffed. "Not sure...they use all natural products- aromatherapy we call it and many will have sea- based extracts here- kelp and so on...come I'll show you..."

I took his hand and took him to a treatment room (actually called Neptune's cave). It was a lofty space hung with nets and decorated with shells and other sea paraphernalia. Hidden discreet lighting cast a pale glow on the contents of the 'cave' - a large couch, draped in white and arranged on a large flat topped stone, many curious bottles and jars of oils and rubs. There was a plate of switches by the door; I flipped a few. First an ethereal music sounded, like the singing of whales, and a background effect of beneath the sea. I lit a few tea lights and scattered them around, burnt Ylang Ylang oil in a terracotta burner and began to investigate the goods.

"Jack? Can I give you a massage? I'm quite good at it- or so I have been told..."

You don't really have to ask Jack twice where physical stimulation is concerned- he is game for anything. He ripped at his shirt and pants, kicking off his deck shoes and was naked in seconds. What a sight! In that heady atmosphere of oils and candles, subterranean gloom and the sounds of the deep, Jack had the look of Neptune himself- large, virile and naked- his long blonde hair flowing down his back. I reached up and pulled the ribbon holding it and freed the locks. He shook his head and it swung about his face.

Stepping back, I gazed at him. I realized that I had never got much chance to look at Jack in the buff before - he was usually moving in too fast and I would be soon swept away. But this time he let me see him. He is glorious to behold. Like one of those Renaissance statues of Poseidon, rippling with muscles, solid and thick girthed, bulging thighs and the heavy droop of his cock and balls shadowed by dark blonde hair.

The network of scars and wounds is almost artistic in its tracery across his flesh; it does not disfigure, just enhance the powerful grandeur of his sculptured frame. He is a big man even by our standards- he must have dwarfed his world two hundred years ago. And yet there is a delicacy in him, a lightness when he moves- as when he swims or climbs the rigging or dances. Next to me, the contrast is evident- he is so big, bronzed and bonny, skin weather beaten and tough...I am so fair, even with a tan, that I cannot compete with his deep colour.

"Just lie down, Jack. On your front." He glanced across with a devilish look in his eyes but complied. I brushed his hair out of the way while he lay down resting on his upper arms, his head turned to observe me. I chose a massage oil called Sea-spray and poured it liberally on his shoulders watching it trickle down the deep gully of his spine. It had a sharp tang, an ozone scent with mint- there was a slight zing to it and he tensed slightly as the astringent quality bit.

I rubbed my hands together and began to massage it in, smoothing it all over his back before isolating his muscles, from the thick band of his neck, to the wide bulge of his shoulders and the broad scarred flesh wrapped round his torso. Stephen is right. He is a brave man- all his wounds are on the front - apart from those on his back. Only an Irishman could make that comment ring true!

I love to massage men. I got into massage living in Asia, where the tiniest little women can throw you about with incredible strength or lavish you with delicate ministrations. There is something so sensuous about having a strong man beneath your hands and making him so loose that he is moaning with pleasure before you have even got near his dick. I often use it as a prelude to intimacy when I am with someone I love and we want to take our time.

Jack is a sensualist to start with, so making him groan is easy-peasy - he was off the minute I touched him. I must add that I also did a fair amount of groaning. The feel of his prodigious muscle and the tactile textures of scarred flesh against smooth skin, were erotic to my own fingers. Time passed in a soporific calm as I kneaded and pressed, knuckles dragging down until he grunted and fingers working and isolating every inch of knotted sinew.

I ran my outstretched palms, thumbs touching, down his thighs, squeezing and manipulating until my fingers ached with the firm resistance of his solid muscle. Then I had an idea. In Thailand and Indonesia the tiny girls use their little feet to walk on men. I am 5'6'' and although not heavy, rather larger and clumsier than diminutive Asian women. But Jack is so big and sturdy that I reckoned I could have a go. Dropping my pale blue skirt to the floor, and shrugging out of my lace top, I stepped up onto the couch, clad only in my panties. Jack seemed almost to be dozing off and did not notice my action until I placed a foot upon his lower spine and tested my weight.

I felt him stiffen. "Relax, don't move...I'm going to walk on your spine..."

I felt his body slacken and I stepped up to join my first foot on the comparatively firm anchorage of his back and steadied myself on either side of his spine.

"Does that hurt?"

"No. It is a most satisfying pressure. Please continue." I edged slowly along his back, using the grip of my feet to work his muscles and keep my balance. If he had moaned before, he was in paradise now, deep rumbling grunts and heavy sighs and comments of "Oh, my dear girl...that is ...quite...the thing...ohhhh."

I rested on his shoulders, rocking slightly back and forth and then I turned and, gaining confidence, retraced my steps, inch by inch. Back where I started, I placed one foot on his shapely rump and circled, placing both pressure and friction. Then I repeated with my other foot.

With a little hop, I jumped down and whispered: "Turn over, Jack." He raised himself and rolled, shifting until he was on his back. His hair hung down below the table; he lay relaxed and at ease, his magnificent body splayed out before me. My eye trailed down his chest, followed the scruff of hair that began at his sternum, speared down to his navel and thickened as it neared the seat of his manhood. His cock was semi-hard but I knew, now released it would be full and erect in a very short time.

Pouring more oil, I began to work on his arms and then his chest, but he was less obedient now. His fingers began to explore me, smear oil on my breasts and down my belly. I shrugged him off but he was unstoppable, his hands forcing and relentless, emitting a low purr as I tried to fight him off.

"Stop! I can't concentrate."

"Then oil my prick and I will show you how I massage a woman..."

"Jack...be still...stop it..." I knew I was facing a losing battle. He was interested no more in relaxation- Jack was ready for action. I removed myself to his feet, out of range, and stroked them with oil, then up his legs, one by one- but I did not touch his groin, no matter how much he begged or cajoled me. I climbed up to straddle his hips, raised myself away from the reach of his searching organ and then pressed hard on his belly with my palms and slid my way to his shoulders; he caught my upper arms and pulled me to him.

Once he kissed me, I knew I was lost. His hands clamped on my buttocks and ground against me, his groans of desire showing how far I had driven him with my touch. Taking his face in his hands, I kissed and kissed him, felt the warm wetness of his tongue and lavished it with my own, inhaling him into me like the essence of the aroma itself.

It was bound to happen - we rolled to the left and off the table. Below us was a small bench for the masseuse, we hit it, it broke beneath us and we fell onto the floor. In our attempt to save ourselves we had kicked out and upended the entire tray of oils and the floor was a-swim in glass and oil- we were lucky we hadn't cut ourselves.

Did it bring us to our sense- are you joking? He simply carried me to a low couch and lay me down, attacking me like a hungry animal, covering every exposed piece of flesh with kisses and mauling my breasts in his fingers. I raked my fingers through his hair, dragged my nails down his scalp, clawed at his back, but he was unstoppable- who would wish to hold Jack back when in full force?

His hands went to my panties and I knew what he would do- I heard the rip and he just threw away the fragments of lace as he wriggled down me to feast upon my sex, ravenous between my legs, hungry for a different aroma than the heady mix of spilt oils. His tongue danced and dived, dipping to lap at my cascade and flickering to arouse my swollen bud. I lay back, head hanging from the bench, back arched trying to grab something to anchor me.

My fingers interlaced through the fishnetting on the walls. At that moment he began to lathe my clit, round and round until I thought I would die from the burning torture. He held my hips and eased fingers into me, searching for my spot and massaging me as sensitively as I had worked him. I screamed and the Green Flash burst again before my eyes, showers of sparks radiating through my brain and hot fire coursed through my cunt. I must have jerked hard upon the netting in my fingers, because as I came, I pulled the entire framework down upon us.

Luckily it hit his back, and seemed to cause him little consternation for he merely shrugged it from us and mounted me, his cock slipping in, and my still shuddering walls clamping down on him, drawing him deep into me. We fucked as only Jack can- uncompromising, deep and steady, a tempo set and then he kept his rhythm, like a drum beat for the oarsman. In...out...in...out...in... My body attempted to follow his, rising and falling, each thrust bringing a grunt from me, like a weight lifter, as I took the effort of his impetus.

We were moving along the couch; it was obvious that it couldn't contain us. Again we slipped to the floor and began to roll around, on top, beneath, on top again...I pulled from him and crawl down to his cock to taste it dripping in my own honey and his own first drops. He slumped back as I sucked him deep and knocked over a bale of towels - they scattered across the floor along with the rest of the debris.

But I cared not a jot - he less. As I hefted his gargantuan balls in my palm and rolled them, my tongue and mouth wrapped around as much of his length as I could take in, what did a matter of a little damage mean to us?

Releasing him reluctantly from my mouth, as he begged for mercy (or, he avowed, he would fire himself before the main assault), I retraced my crawl to straddle him and thrust him hungrily inside me as he grabbed for my breasts and pulled me down. With a quick flip, he had me beneath him, legs around his waist, body raised for maximum thrust and then he launched the final attack.  Wave after wave hit my sweet spot until I was blown out of the water and shattered into a thousand pieces in his arms while he trembled with the aftershock of his blast.

My brain swam, the scent of him, the scent of me, the strong pungent perfumes, the smoke...it was like a drug that clouded my vision. We lay, panting and moaning, touching and stroking, as sensibilities returned and we were there back on the floor, naked and sticky, sweaty and satiated.

Jack rolled back and began to laugh, a booming sound that rose from deep within his belly and resonated through his body and mine as I lay on him. "We certainly sank this vessel and that's no mistake- nothing but flotsam and jetsam to salvage here, my dear."

I surveyed the room about me. It was a complete and utter shambles. The massage table was upturned, the broken bench, the scattered debris and ooze of the essential oils, towels spread everywhere, some soaking up the spill, the netting lying all over the floor, the conch shells and sea trove knocked from their neat little niches. It looked as though a tidal wave had swept through the entire room.

"Oh ...my...god! Did we do that?" I gasped. "It looks like the aftermath of a hurricane!"

"I fear it was, my dearest. A hurricane meeting a  man o' war - something was bound to suffer!"

"God...how will we explain this? They'll bill Dino for the damages...oh my God...Terry will find out...and..."

"Now, calm yourself, my dear. Where is he now? I'll warrant he is not alone- let him cause his own shipwreck. We are going to finish this night as we began...relaxing in the spa...I wish to try the sunken bath..."

You can't argue with Jack anyway and, boy, does he knows how to enjoy himself...together we sank beneath the fragrant waters of the pool, shivered a little at its coolness and then I saw some switches. One added a stream of hot water to the cold, another began a whirlpool - it was a Jacuzzi. Jack was sitting over the outlet for the bubbles and jumped with shock.

"A most pleasant sensation, I'll be damned! Most stirring....bubbles...well, what do you know...!" His reaction was well worth the experience alone, apart from the utter pleasure of sharing a naked Jacuzzi with the Captain. My cup runneth over...

But all good things must come to an end. As we dried off and dressed, our clothes a map of the adventure we had shared and a heady scent arising from both of us, I felt the bewitching infatuation of the evening slip away and I saw my lovely Jack before me, no longer the object of insatiable lust...just the object of common or garden lust, as was befitting for a Brother.

One last deep kiss before we stole off into the night to find our partners and give some explanation, if explanation there could be, for our incontrollable behaviour of the night. I loitered by the spa door as Jack bade me farewell, refused his offer of escort back to the lounge and watched him go.

Just then I saw Terry and Dino making their way up from the beach. Dino appeared to be hopping and complaining, while Terry was giving him some support. I ran up.

"What happened?"

"I fell. Twisted my ankle...nothing to worry about," Dino replied.

"Uma, have you seen Jack... or Stephen?" Terry added.

"Me...Jack...why would I have seen Jack...?" I began. Dino looked at me and I could see his flicker of understanding.

 "You OK here, mate?" Terry said, settling Dino in an armchair in the main lounge.

"Clear off and give me a break," Dino laughed. "It isn't broken, or sprained. Just give me a moment. Run along, kids. Have fun."

Terry took my hand and we walked back towards the main building. "So, how was Jack?"

I shot him a look. "But...I told you I hadn't..."

"You were lying. It's written all over your face. As is the fact you have been up to something written all over your clothes. You been mud wrestling with the Captain?"

I looked down at my outfit, creased and smeared with oil, smelling of several different and conflicting perfumes. "Essential oil wrestling, actually- it is a more refined version." I pouted cheekily.

He shook his head.

"And you...what were you doing on the beach...alone?"

"Not now, love, hey?" He pursed his lips and raised his chin- a sure sign that we were getting nothing on that subject tonight.

"Oops...off limits, hey...?" I replied snarkily.

He stopped and turned to me, taking my upper arms gently in his hands. "No...not off limits. Nothing is off limits between us. But I don't want to talk now. Some other time. OK? Let's get a drink...have a dance...enjoy the rest of the evening..."

Strange night. Green Flash? Some enchanted evening? Not quite sure but - who cares. I got my Surprise!