Loveland, hmm? I can’t give this place that much credit but making love on the balcony in the midst of a tropical storm was definitely a night to remember.
Follow me if you will:
Love, passion, and a three day tropical storm got more than the streets wet as the rain hit the roof of our Puerto Plata apartment.
This wasn’t a typical day for us foreigners on this beautiful island. This was a magical day. The sun was away on other business as the rain tickled my naked backside.
Naked on the balcony would never fly anywhere else but here. Perhaps for that reason alone this could be Loveland, but I haven’t yet decided. It’s normally to hot to call this place anything other than hades.
But not today. Today was magic sexy breeze day.
Hurrican Erica had just arrived and my boyfriend and I were a bit on edge. I guess from just being in a new place and away from our families.
We’ve been waiting for a cool day like this. We’ve even been waiting and praying for the rain.
It was his idea to go out naked on the balcony but it was an offer I just couldn’t refuse.
I leaned over, he embraced me throughouhly and passionately. All I could do was cry out, forgetting that we were outside naked for anyone to see. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I knew we could have been caught but I didn’t care AT ALL. (No me importa)
With the tip of my toes and the arch of my back, lovemaking balcony style was a go. As he gripped my hips, I just remember looking at the waves from the beach splash against the shore thinking how lucky I was to be where I was at the time.