All I Want for Christmas is a Real Nice Tan – Kenny Chesney

Year 30

Rated M

The sound of the ocean waves crashing and splashing all around them created the perfect atmosphere. The sun was shining all around them and the ocean water was a clear blue that allowed them to see the ocean floor. They'd never seen anything like it before. Even the smell of the beach was breathtaking.

Bora Bora wasn't the worst idea they'd ever had for Christmas.

"None of the kids are coming home this year." April pouted to her husband, they were all going over to the in-laws and she wanted her family home for Christmas instead. Jackson wasn't thrilled about it either but he had other ideas.

"So let's go to the beach. Get a nice tan for Christmas." He waggled his eyebrows at his wife who was trying to judge whether he was serious or not. "You know I'll burn." She reminded him, motioning down toward her pale, white skin that burned near immediately in the sun.

He paused, looking her up and down. They were older now and she was over sixty, but to be honest she didn't look that much different to him. A few more wrinkles and a few more gray hairs were mixed in with the red but it was still April. She was still just as active at work and kept herself in good shape just like she always had. Her body truly hadn't changed much over the years.

Jackson was a different story. He was still fit and built like always, but he knew there were a few less abs showing and even thought he had a little bit of a belly. April tried to convince him he was the same but he knew he looked a little different. She never complained though.

Jackson smirked at her comment, "I'll just have to cover you with sunblock then, won't I?"

"I can't believe we're here, look at this place Jackson!" His sweet wife gasped in awe as she took in their surroundings. They were on a secluded beach that might as well have been their own island. They even had their own hut to stay in on the water.

The sand was white and warm beneath her feet and the breeze provided just enough airflow to keep her at a comfortable temperature in the 85 degree sunshine.

He couldn't agree more. "It's paradise."

She nodded. "This is even better than when we went to Hawaii on our 10th anniversary." Because that was perfect, but this was Bora Bora. It was just different. The beach was different. The smell was different. All she could smell this time around was the salt of the Pacific Ocean. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, not even one.

She surprised him by pulling off her white v-neck t-shirt and capris to leave her only in a red bikini that looked perfect on her. When she first put it on way earlier that morning before getting on the plane she was nervous, not knowing if she should still be wearing a bikini at her age or not. But she remembered Arizona convincing her that she looked hotter than ever so she went with it. Clearly Jackson agreed. He pulled his shirt off and immediately followed her as she dashed into the crystal waters.

She dunked under the water and came back at waist level to find her husband right behind her.

Her wrapped his arms around her and took another look at the top of her bikini, giving her the once over. "How do you keep getting better looking and I keep getting more of this?" He asked her looking down at her body and then down at his own little gut that was forming. She giggled lightly, rubbing her hands up across his gut as if she was waiting for it to kick. "Hey, I like your food baby."

He exhaled loudly, rolling his eyes. He hated it when she called it that, but he also supposed that's what it was. Thanks to her and her cooking and feeding him constantly. "Cute, April."

Instead of continuing to pick on him, she reached behind her and unclasped her bikini top, only to peel it off and watch it float toward the shore. Then she stepped out of her bottoms and they did the same. He watched her strip down and then looked around to see if he saw anyone around at all. Luckily he didn't because his wife was already standing ass naked in his arms and waiting for him to do the same.

He stepped out of his swim trunks and pulled her into his arms, picking her up and lowering her onto him in a soft and familiar way. She groaned in a way she hadn't in a long time, Bora Bora was freeing to her. Clearly.

The sound she made when his hands rested on her bottom made him nearly bubble over with excitement. He rested his forehead against hers and gave her one of the eskimo kisses that she loved so much while she adapted to him being inside her.

With her legs wrapped tightly around her waist, she started moving herself up and down on top of him at a quicker pace. He still held her up easily, grasping her hips in his hands. They'd become a little fuller over the years, especially after birthing his children but he preferred them that way.

They took their time, kissing each other and just being together in a way they didn't seem to do as much of anymore. They had all the time in the world now. When she eventually clenched a little tighter around him he had to try to his hardest to hold on and let her finish first. The feeling she gave him when she took every last bit of him made it hard for him to hold on. But when she swiveled her hips gently around him and moaned at the sensation it gave her, he knew he had to speed it up.

He moved his hand down, rubbing her right where he knew she was the most sensitive and it pushed her over the edge. She shook in his arms while she tried to catch her breath and he did the same immediately after. He finished inside her before her brought her back down to her feet to stand on the ocean floor with him.

Instead of saying something sweet to her, he splashed her with water and she gasped. "Jackson!"

He raised his hands in the air, pretending to be oblivious to her. "What?"

"You splashed me!" She laughed, splashing him back with water. He flinched and looked a little shocked when she splashed him back. He didn't think she had it in her. After about five more minutes of splashing and dunking each other into the water they collected their swimsuits and found the hut they were staying in. It may not have been a normal Christmas, but they had each other and that was all they needed that year.