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Paradise Bound Ch. 01

By: Silver Sea



Ch 1 - 30 days

It was Mon. Oct 26th . In 30 days we would be headed to Jamaica on vacation. For 351 days a year my wife and I led a rather prudish life. Ordinary, most people would say by when compared to our 14 days in paradise, "prudish" was a more appropriate word.

For 14 days we threw away our clothes and inhibitions. We spent our days on the nude beach and our nights enjoying sex in as many different ways and places as we could find.

This year the economy and our work schedules would only allow us 7 days in the sun. We decided for the first time in our lives we would pre-tan before our vacation. 14 days always permitted us time to cultivate a deep rich even tan. 7 days wouldn't work. 

My wife had found a place near her office to start her tanning program. I allowed her to do the research, and find the best style and safest way to bronze our skin. A lot of people were touting spray on tans. I couldn't be convinced to use that method. I couldn't believe that inhaling something that was dying my skin wasn't going to be trouble for my insides somewhere down the road. 

I scoped out a few tanning salons between my commuter train and home to investigate. Tonight I had worked late and had dinner at the office. I was hoping one or two places would still be open. I was stopped at a red light and looked across the intersection to see if the tanning place in a little strip mall was open. A neon "OPEN" sign glowed in the window of "A Darker Shade of Pale". I guess the owner was making some obscure tribute to the old Procol Harum song. I pulled into the parking lot at 8:51pm according to the clock in my car.

Their Hours of Operation sign said they were open until 9:00 on a Monday night. I opened the door and was welcomed by an attractive young woman I would guess to be about 19. I expected to find someone sporting a deep bronze exterior but Stephanie, which her name tag revealed to me, had only a gentle hint of tan on her complexion.

"Hello. Can I help you?"

Yeah, uh Hi. I want to find out about tanning indoors and about your facilities."

Each step I took brought me closer to this young beauty and brought more of her beauty into focus.

"I can help you with that. We have a special right now; your first three sessions for only $1.00 each. What do you want to know and what is it you want to accomplish in tanning?"

I stopped at the edge of the counter peering down at a pretty face framed by beautiful hair that parted as it past her shoulders and ended just atop her firm smooth bosom.

"I am gong on vacation in a month and I want to.."

"Have a tan already started when you arrive," Stephanie finished my thought for me getting up from her chair.

"Yes." I answered following the curves of her torso. Her tank top pinching in at her tiny waist. Her white tights curving out around her well formed hips and angling from her navel down between her thighs revealing the outline of her plump pussy lips.

"And reduce your probability of burning."

"Yes!" My mind was busy spinning a scene of me teaching this young lady the pleasures of making love with an experienced lover.

"Okay. Do you prefer doing it laying down or standing up?"

"Pardon." I looked at Stephanie wide-eyed and a little surprised, wondering if she could read my mind.

"Tanning." She giggled and maybe even blushed a little. "We have beds and tanning machines where you stand up. And of course we have spray on tanning too."

"Nope. No spray on for me. I don't want to have chemicals sprayed all over my body and be inhaling something into my lungs that is capable of changing the color of my skin."

"I agree! That stuff kinda freaks me out too" Stephanie exclaimed "but we had to provide the service because so many people were asking for it. I mean having that stuff land on my nipples and well, my other sensitive parts really freaks me out. Okay, why don't we start by giving you a tour?"

I followed Stephanie around listening to her explanations but mostly admiring her tight little body. If I heard more than half of what she said I would be amazed. Stephanie was wearing a snug white tank top that hugged her ample and free bosom. Her matching white tights clung to her ass, thighs and camel-toe pussy lips like a second skin. Every time she turned around I was staring at some part of her anatomy. When she turned away from me and when I was walking behind her I stared endlessly at her round firm butt. When she turned to face me my eyes bounced between her breasts, pussy and occasionally stared into her deep brown eyes. If she didn't see the growing bulge in my pants she was as blind as I was deaf during our little tour. I thought I caught her checking out the lump growing in my pants but she was more subtle ogling me than I was ogling her. 


Stephanie walked me into several rooms. They were all neat and cleaner than I expected. The equipment all looked brand new even though I know the business had been here for at least 5 years. There were several bed type tanners some more basic than others some more powerful, some you were in for 20 minutes some for only 7, but it was the stand up models that appealed to me. I couldn't imagine laying on plastic or glass with all those hot lights surrounding me, especially thinking how many people had done it before me and been sweating all over the same glass.

"I think I prefer the stand up models. So what's the process, how does it work? What do I need to do?"

"well you sign up for a number of minutes. The more you buy the cheaper each minute is. We open an account and each time you come in we deduct minutes from your account. If you want to sign up I can do that for you tonight."

What if I want to start tonight? I have 30 days before my trip and I will probably only get a few sessions in before I go. I know it's already past closing time."

"Don't worry about closing time, it only takes about 15 minutes from start to finish. Every night except Monday and Tuesday we're open until 10:00 so I'm used to being a little later. And you seem nice so I will wait for you to finish. Did you bring goggles and your moisturizer?"

"Goggles and moisturizer. Nope. Do I need those things?"

"Ummm. You've really never done this before have you," Stephanie asked me.

"No. Never."

"Okay. So you need to moisturize so your skin doesn't dry out in the heat and the goggles keep you from getting, well, like sun spots in your eyes from the bright lights and they keep your eyelids from getting burned. Do you still want to do this?"

"Yep."

"and start tonight?"

"Yep if you truly don't mind staying a bit later. I really appreciate that."

Stephanie was sitting behind the front desk resting on her elbows. I was moving my gaze between her eyes and her exposed c-cups.

"I don't mind. So let's get you signed up."

Stephanie started taking my name and how many sessions I wanted to buy and added in the moisturizer and goggles. While she was typing and I was eyeing her ample bosom Stephanie managed to ask me about my vacation and why I was doing this for the first time. 

She was so disarming in her glee and innocence. I mentioned the nude beach we always looked forward to sunbathing on without thinking about what I was saying.

"Cool. You go to a nude beach. Wow. That is so cool."

"Oh. Speaking of that. Can I do this uh, naked?

Giggle. "Most people do. Unless you want tan lines for the nude beach." Giggle.

"Uh no. I don't want that. Ummm, do I need sunscreen or just the moisturizer for uhh..."

"Your nibbly bits?" giggle. "No sunscreen, or you get tan lines. But be sure to use the moisturizer. You don't want your skin down there to get all flakey and itchy"

A series of questions about the nude beach followed including questions about the various body types you see and the activities and...

"Don't you get aroused with all those naked people around. Like, for a girl it's not a problem, but what do you do if you sprout an erection?" Stephanie asked glancing down at my crotch.

"Well, surprising enough," I paused, "I can't believe I'm having this conversation with..."

"Someone my age?"

"No, actually, just that I'm having this conversation. It's really a very private thing we have never shared with anyone."

"Don't worry Mr. Hampstead, your secret is safe with me."

" Okay well at this point.... Anyway, nude beaches, at least the ones we go to, aren't about sex, they're about being free and comfortable. It's sensual being naked all day in a public place with someone you love but it's not really about sex."

"But you must see some people you find attractive and people you would want to do the nasty with? I mean, don't you fantasize about that while you're there? I mean, I know I would. I'm thinking about it now while I'm sitting here and it's arousing"

"Well there are some people you think about in that way, when I do, amazingly, it always seems to be time to turn over and tan my backside."

We both laughed. I glance down at Stephanie's pussy to see if there was any evidence of her proclaimed arousal, but I couldn't notice any damp spots on her white tights.

"Okay, before you embarrass me anymore can we do this thing?"

Stephanie had finished setting up my account. She stood up and said "Follow me. I'll show you to your room."

I followed her like a puppy carrying my moisturizer and goggles.

"Okay. You go in and I will close the door. Because it's your first time I will only set the timer for 5 minutes. You have about 8 minutes after I close the door to undress and get your moisturizer on before the machine starts. Okay?"

Hang On! Hang On! Hang On! I've got 8 minutes. I have two questions."

Stephanie giggled again.

"The moisturizer is important. How do I get it on my back? And you said I shouldn't shower for a couple of hours after I tan, I've been at work all day, I saw a shower in one of the rooms, can I take a shower before I tan?"

Another giggle from this cute sexy girl. I was smiling, she was laughing. "Let me get you a towel. Normally we charge for these but you're so cute I will let you use one for free."

"Cute. Gee thank you." 

Stephanie disappeared behind a door and returned with a towel.

Stephanie glanced down at my crotch. "Do you need to umm shave anywhere before you start your tanning?"

"Uh no I've already... I can't believe you asked me that and, that I answered you. But no, I don't need to shave anywhere."

"That's good, because I'm sure you don't want those tan lines either when you head out on the nude beach. And we don't carry razors anyway. But because you're cute I would have loaned you one of mine." And another giggle.

"Follow me." She said once more.

"Always a pleasure". I flirted in return and received a giggle.

"When you're done I will moisturize your back for you, but just this once, we don't normally do that for people unless they sign-up for our umm, Prestige service but,"

"Yeah I know, I'm so cute so you'll make an exception."

"Tee hee." Another giggle. "Yep."

"So the Prestige service, what does that include and how much does it cost?"

"We can talk about that after your shower. Tonight it's free."

She closed the door. I undressed and got in the shower. What was I doing. I was 47 and flirting with this kid. But damn. I contemplated masturbating while I showered but decided not to as it might take a bit long. I toweled off, wrapped the towel around me and carried my clothes into the tanning room.

"Hi Mr. Hamstead." Stephanie smiled. She was standing facing me twirling a small chain with a number of different color sticks around her finger

"Hi Stephanie. Thanks for letting me shower and for the loan of a towel."

"You're welcome. Now turn around and I'll do your free color check before we get started."

"Color check? What's that?"

"I hold these different color sticks against your skin in different places on your body and record what color you are right now. A few weeks into your tanning we do another check so you can see your progress and we can see if you're getting too much in any one area. This normally costs $50 but because you signed up for more than 10 sessions you get it for free."

"That's neat. Then we make adjustments in the machine I use, for example, if I'm not progressing the way I should or if I'm getting too much or too little in some areas?"

"That's right Mr. Hampstead. Here, we'll check your arms, chest and the fronts of your legs first so you can watch what I'm doing."

Stephanie flipped through the various sticks on my arms, chest stomach and legs writing down each color she matched to various areas of my anatomy.

"Okay turn around now Mr. Hampstead so I can do your backside."

I dropped my clothes in a chair and turned around clutching my towel so it wouldn't fall.

"Thanks Stephanie. I really appreciate this. I will send an email to your bosses and tell them what great service I received."

"My service is just beginning" I thought I heard Stephanie purr.

I could feel Stephanie holding the sticks against various areas of my back and shoulders then on my calves.

"I have to reach up under your towel Mr. Hampstead.."

"Oh?"

"...to check your inner thigh color silly. You're so funny."

Stephanie, knelt down behind me and raised my towel.

"This isn't quite working Mr. Hampstead. Can you spread your legs a little more for me?"

Suddenly I felt like Steve martin in L.A. Story when Sarah Jessica Parker was spinning around and between his legs measuring his inseam. Stephanie had spun herself around and was laying between my legs looking up at everything I had been working so hard at keeping concealed. I looked down at my smiling salon hostess who seemed very focused on collecting the information she was charged with reporting. She seemed to take a little longer than I expected but she eventually slipped out from between my legs, wrote some stuff down and said, "One last place Mr. Hampstead. I need to check your butt. This is always the whitest area on most people and the area we see the most color change. Just hold your towel open for me."

I opened my towel at the side and Stephanie did her last color check on my white butt.

"Okay Mr. Hampstead let's get your moisturizer on your back."

"So how much of this stuff do I put on?"

Stephanie had already started doing my back. "I will show you in a minute Mr. Hampstead."

Her application of the moisturizer was more of a massage than just an application. I had to release my grip on my towel and put both hands on the wall so she didn't push me over. Man her hands felt good for someone so young. Her hands ran down my back and brushed along the top of the towel.

"You have a nice body Mr. Hampstead."

"Thank you Stephanie." Her innocent honesty was nice and flattering too but I was feeling a little uncomfortable being essentially naked and having this gorgeous young woman rubbing lotion all over my body.

"So Stephanie, tell me about this Prestige Service. What does it cost? What does it include? I don't remember seeing any information about it when I was out front."

"Umm yeah, well... it includes umm.... A shower and umm, yeah, someone will put moisturizer on your back for you. "

"Okay. That sounds like something I may want to sign up for, especially if everyone puts the moisturizer on the way you do Stephanie. I won't need to schedule sessions with my regular masseuse if I get you to do this for me. So what's the cost?"

"That would be great Mr. Hampstead. I think you should just ask for me when ever you come in. Ummm the cost. Gee. Ummm. I will have to look that up Mr. Hampstead. I will let you know after you tan."

She stopped rubbing my back. I started to lower my hands and turn around.

"I'm not done yet Mr. Hampstead. Please put your hands back on the wall." 

I turned back and heard Stephanie squirting more moisturizer on her hands. I felt her hands on my lower legs.

"I can do my legs Stephanie."

"I know Mr. Hampstead. But I already have this all over my hands and." She continued rubbing my legs reaching up under the towel to do my thighs. Man this girl's hands felt great. My cock was at full attention straining against my towel. 

"I've got too much moisturizer on my hands Mr. Hampstead. So, why don't I show you our umm... our... Elite Service."

"Elite Service? What more could there be?"

On the next pass of Stephanie's hands up the outside of my thighs, her hands continued up under my towel forcing the loosely tied knot open , allowing my towel to fall to the floor. I tried to grab it before it fell to the ground but I wasn't fast enough. I was now standing against the wall naked. 

Stephanie continued, ", I'm going to moisturize your butt for you and that will finish your backside."

"Uh Stephanie. Uh, I'm uh, I'm uh, not sure how comfortable I am right now."

"Oh I'm sorry Mr. Hampstead, I just thought you wouldn't mind and all being that you hang out on nude beaches. And this is part of our umm, our... uhhh, Elite Service. Don't worry Mr. Hampstead, I uh, do this for a lot of customers... both men and women"

Stephanie was standing behind me kneading the moisturizer into my buttocks.

"Uh well yeah but um, on a nude beach I don't usually have an um, well, um an attractive young clothed woman who's not my wife rubbing lotion on me."

"Would you feel more comfortable if I was naked too Mr. Hampstead." Stephanie giggled, "I can do that if you want. You know with you being so cute and everything."

Stephanie laughed. I chuckled and shook my head not believing what was happening.

Her kneading had turned to long slow strokes of my buttocks. Her hands were sliding deeper and deeper between the two globes of my ass and reaching farther and farther between my legs but they hadn't yet reached my testicles.

"Uh that's okay Stephanie. You're fine just the way you are. Don't go taking your clothes off. Are you almost done?"

"Almost," she said and I heard her yet again squeeze moisturizer out of the bottle. "There are a couple of spots on this cute butt of yours that still seem a little dry and this being your first time I don't want you to have a bad experience. Just hold still a few more seconds. I may as well show you our Platinum Service while we're at it. It's for people that don't like getting the moisturizer on their hands and having it collect under their fingernails and stuff."

"Platinum service? Gee Stephanie. Look. I'm not sure I will mind the moisturizer on my hands and umm well, I'm not sure I will be too comfortable being naked here and having someone I don't know spreading moisturizer all over my ummm, my body. And what about umm my umm..."

Stephanie leaned against me and ran her hands up and down the length of my arms. She reached around in front of me spreading moisturizer on my chest and abdomen. I could feel her breasts pressing against my back. She massaged my arms and chest and abdomen with long fluid strokes. I closed my eyes mesmerized by this young woman's touch. Her hands travelled up along the outside of my arms. At my wrist her hands flipped to the underside and traced a line back to my arm pits, down across my nipples, she massaged my pectorals the let her hands slide over my abdomen, crossing my pubic area and stopping on the front of my hips. She came ever so close to touching my rock hard penis but her hands never made the slightest contact.

Her hands left my body and I heard her squirt more moisturizer on her hands. 

I felt Stephanie crouch down behind me, "Still need to do those dry spots on your butt Mr. Hampstead."

I knew from where she was kneeling she would be able to see my balls and my fully erect cock. There was no way she could mistake the level of sexual excitement she had teased up in me.

"just a couple of more places," Stephanie purred. I'm not even sure she was talking to me. I could feel her rubbing her hands together and staring up at my rigid pole and bulging jewels.


Paradise Bound Ch. 01



Comments I received on Katy the Virgin made me take a new look at my characters and where I was going with them. This story is a re-write of Katy the Virgin, and this is the base for future stories. I appreciate all the comments and votes! Thanks!



Yes, my name really is Paradise and yes, my mom was a hippie. A soldier hippie, of all things. She died when I was two so I can't ask her about my name. And Dad will only say that she insisted on "Paradise." Not that many people know my name is Paradise, though—everyone calls me Pari.

Dad was a soldier, too, even though being a single parent made things harder for him, like during the tour he had in Iraq when I stayed with my grandparents. Still, he made a career of the Army and I enjoyed being an Army Brat. We almost always lived on post, where I loved the all-in-it-together atmosphere. I liked it when we lived for a few years on post at Fort Leonard Wood in Missouri, where dad was a Drill Instructor. I also liked it when we lived on post at Fort Bragg in North Carolina. At the time of the events related here, though, Dad was a First Sergeant stationed in Germany, and I was truly loving being in high school there.

I was very proud of my dad. I never really knew what he did because he couldn't talk about it, but that always made it seem that much more important. He was James Bond, Captain America, and G. I. Joe all rolled into one. He was also Mom and Dad all rolled into one: he swatted my butt if I misbehaved, but he also kissed my skinned knees and elbows. He taught me how to shoot and to drive, but also how to cook and to clean house.

I loved my Dad very much, but things got a bit weird when I started dating. Not with my dad--with my dates. A boy would seem interested in me and we'd hang out. He'd pick me up for a date and I would bring them in to meet Dad. Then, Dad would use his Drill Instructor look and voice on them, asking what were their intentions, and the like. That always seemed to turn them into quivering, quaking little boys right before my eyes. If they didn't turn tale and run, then I did. I was not interested in dating little boys. I always wondered why they were scared of a strong man, when I wasn't.

Over the summer between my Junior and Senior years, I attended the post's annual Independence Day celebrations with my dad. Even though we were in Germany, it was a huge event with carnival games and rides, various bands playing, and, of course, the evening ended with fireworks. I guess I was trying to be provocative, as I wore my shortest shorts and tightest t-shirt. Dad looked at me and raised his eyebrow at me as we headed out, but didn't say anything. I would turn 18 in another month and he trusted me.

I knew I was turning heads that day. After a while, though, I noticed things were different depending on how near I was to my dad. The boys from school would stare, maybe come talk to me, but only if my dad wasn't around. On the other hand, the soldiers, well, they'd look at me regardless. In fact, being near my dad meant they were more likely to come over and talk. Of course, they mostly spoke to Dad, but they'd always at least say hi and introduce themselves. By the end of the day, the difference between the boys at school and the men who were soldiers couldn't have been clearer to me.

I decided then that if I was going to date, it would be men, not boys. And living on an Army post meant I was living right in the middle of thousands of men. In fact, I realized, Dad worked with hundreds of them himself. I thought if I hung around more frequently, I could get to know some of them, maybe find a date or two.

So I started going to my dad's office a few times a week. I wondered why I hadn't noticed how yummy those soldiers were before. I was like a kid in a candy store—I wanted to lick them, every one! I flirted outrageously as much as I could. I loved it when the guys flirted back, although not all of them did. Lots of them were married, and some of them didn't feel comfortable being anything more than friendly with the First Sergeant's daughter. Some of them plainly didn't like me coming around, and some of the soldiers were women.

There was one guy who didn't seem to fit into any of the categories, though: Staff Sergeant Derrick Jackson. We had met before and he had even been to the house several times. I knew quite a bit about him, as Dad mentioned him frequently. Dad was his mentor and he had been a drill instructor at Fort Leonard Wood, too. He seemed to be Dad's right-hand man at work. Outside of work, they both loved driving around Europe and exchanged route ideas all the time.

Sgt. Jackson had previously been at least somewhat friendly to me: he'd at least say hi when he came over to the house. But now that I was on the prowl, so to speak, he refused to say a word to me. I think now, that he probably knew what I was about and didn't want to be a target. However, his aloofness had the opposite effect: It made me curious. It made me want a reaction from him. He became a challenge to me.

I began daydreaming about him. I could picture him in my mind perfectly. He was tall, with a massive chest and biceps. He had skin that looked always tanned, courtesy of his dad, who was African-American. It gave him the kind of ethnic look that made people wonder where he was from. He kept his dark hair very short and his uniform knife-edge sharp. His most gorgeous feature, though, was these amazing golden eyes that I could have stared into for hours.

After school started for the year I couldn't spend quite as much time hanging around Dad's work. I had to content myself with elaborate fantasies about Sgt. Jackson, which usually involved teasing or provoking him to anger, so that he would grab me and kiss me hard. My fantasies also generally involved lots of tongue-on-skin. I wondered what he would really taste like.

In the back of my mind, most especially after a visit to Dad's work, lurked the constant question of how I could get Sgt. Jackson to respond to me. I tried many different tactics. I always spoke to him and sometimes, I would try stepping closer to him as I talked. But he always stepped back when I did. A few times I tried touching him on the arm or shoulder as I spoke to him. He would sort of flinch or even walk away when I did that. He never answered my questions or laughed at my jokes. And if I dressed to show off, he would suddenly have somewhere else he needed to be. The more he didn't react, the more I wanted him.

******

I started asking Dad lots of questions about Sgt. Jackson. I'm sure I was obvious about my interest, but I thought the more I knew about him the better chance I had to come up with something to make him respond to me. Dad told me Sgt. Jackson had been also been a DI and that he was basically on the same career path as Dad. He was about ten years behind my dad, which made him about ten years older than me. According to Dad, he was smart and funny and generous. He was an Army brat himself who didn't fit in during his school days, who'd had an odd assortment of part-time jobs along the way, and had practically every award the Army gives out.

I enjoyed learning all about Sgt. Jackson, but Dad never gave me any information I could use in my quest to snag Sgt. Jackson's interest. Except, maybe, for my idea that the mutual respect he and Dad had for each other was behind his non-reaction reaction to me.

One day in my Psychology class, the teacher caught me paying attention. He started talking about so-called "reverse psychology." It gave me an idea that I hoped would be a powerful strategy for getting to the sergeant.

That afternoon, I walked into Dad's office and did my usual flirting routine with the usual guys. All the guys, that is, except Sgt. Jackson. Him, I walked coolly by, as if I didn't even see him. After speaking to my dad briefly, I walked back out, again seeming to pay no attention to the sergeant.

After a couple of days of that, as I was leaving, I heard the guys razz the sergeant, asking him what he'd done to piss me off. It stopped quickly, and I could just picture in my mind that all he'd done was stand up and give them that intimidating DI Look. I shivered as I thought that, and the idea that I'd like him to give me That Look popped into my head. My pussy tingled at the notion.

After several more days of Pretend-Jackson's-Not-There, it suddenly worked. He quietly whispered to me as I passed him, "I know what you're doing."

I was giddy with delight, but knew that if I made a big deal about it, he'd go back to ignoring me. So, as much as I could, I maintained my cool, but on leaving, I whispered back to him, "Is it working?"

He said, "No," but I caught the slight smile.

I grinned all the way home.

After that day, he no longer gave me the stone statue treatment, although he still wouldn't let me touch him, nor would he flirt back. We had friendly but brief interactions primarily consisting of small talk. I began to get desperate for more. After about a month of this, I screwed up the courage and asked him to go to a movie with me. I was prepared for him to say no, especially the first time. So, I should have been prepared for him to say, "I don't date little girls."

I was so embarrassed. Then I was furious. 'Little girl?' Ugh! How dare he call me a little girl! I'll show him! On my way home, I thought of ways to show him how much of a little girl I was NOT. I decided I would literally show him that I was all grown up.

I spent the evening setting up my camera and taking test shots. When I figured I'd gotten the framing right, I stripped out of my clothes and started to put my bikini on, then paused. I reframed the shot, a little tighter and a little lower, then took my bikini back off. I hit the self-timer and stepped in front of the camera. It started clicking and I posed for it. I turned to the side a little. Then I thrust my boobs towards the camera a little. Then I realized I was getting wet and tingly and put my hand down to my puss to rub those wonderful tingly spots.

When I looked at the shots later, I knew exactly which one to use. No one could look at that shot and think "Little Girl!"

******

The next week, I set my school books down on Sgt. Jackson's desk as we talked. The photo was face down on the bottom of the pile of books. When I picked up my books and walked away, I left the photo.

I was creaming my panties so bad all the way home, imagining Jackson looking at the 8x10 glossy of my lithe, young body. In it, my breasts were pressed together between my upper arms and I had one hand down, fingers buried in my pussy. My other hand was aimed up, fingers teasing an erect nipple. I imagined Jackson's eyes bugging out as he picked the photo up. I ran to my room and threw my books down and tore my pants off. I pictured him getting hard looking at me and immediately, furiously started rubbing my puss to a huge orgasm.

It was several days later before I was able to face the sergeant again. I had no idea what his reaction was going to be. I rehearsed in my mind how it might go—and how I hoped it would go. I approached his desk, full of apprehension.

Quietly, and without looking at me, he asked, "You ARE 18, right?"

I said, "Yes."

He looked me in the eye then, and said, "One movie."

I squealed and jumped up and down.

He groaned.

That Saturday, I met the sergeant at a movie theater off-post. I hugged him tightly for several seconds until he picked me up and put me away from his iron-hard body.

"We are seeing this movie as friends, Pari," he said, "No boyfriend-girlfriend kind of stuff. I only agreed to see this one movie with you because I was afraid of how you'd escalate your—your campaign. I'm too old for you. I'm sure your dad would agree."

I knew I had to make the most of this date. I held his hand. I touched his arm or his close-cropped hair. I called him Derrick for the first time and whispered into his ear how much I liked older men. I kissed his cheek. I asked him if he thought I was sexy. If he liked my picture. If he masturbated to it.

"Enough!" he nearly yelled.

He dragged me from my seat and back out of the theater to our cars. I repeatedly tried to pull my arm from his grasp. When we reached the cars he let go of my arm.

He sounded like he was in pain when he said, "Jesus, Pari! You can't...don't say...I'm...! Jesus!" 

Silence.

"I'm sorry Derrick."

He looked out over the parking lot.

"I didn't want to make you mad." I pitched my voice lower, "I'm sorry I was a bad girl."

He looked back at me quickly, with a new expression on his face. It was like he was seeing me for the first time.

"Yes, you were a bad Little Girl. And do you know what happens to bad Little Girls?"

I nodded, wide-eyed.

"What?" he demanded.

"They get spanked." I replied.

Derrick groaned and grabbed me by the arms, hauling me up his body, crushing me to him, then crushing his lips to mine.

Yes! THIS was what I wanted! I uttered wordless noises of desire, but he misunderstood.

He pushed me away suddenly, "Pari, did I hurt you? My god, see? This is why we can't...."

"No!," I said. "It didn't hurt. Oh, kiss me again, please?"

I curled my hand around the back of his neck and stood on my toes to reach his mouth. I kissed him softly, then pressed my tongue forward to taste his lips. He parted his lips and we kissed for hours, days, years. His hands ran up and down my sides, pressing me to him, molding our bodies into one. I felt his cock harden against me and realized how wet with want I was.

But the kiss ended and Derrick stepped back. I could see a change in his eyes: he was going to try again to argue that we should not see each other. But after that kiss, no way was I going to give him up. I jumped in my car and sped away before he could say anything.

I stayed up most of the rest of the night reliving the entire thing. I hoped his kiss meant that he had gotten past the age difference. I figured he was worried about Dad's reaction. It had been a couple of years since Dad had questioned me about my dates. He trusted my judgment. However, it looked like Derrick needed to know, explicitly, that Dad was okay with my dating him.

Dad and I had a pretty unique relationship. He had raised me on his own since I was two, and his philosophy was that he was raising an adult, not a child. Now that I was legally an adult our relationship had, in many ways, become that of roommates.

So, I approached Dad directly, the next night. "Dad, I went to the movies with Derrick Jackson yesterday, you know. I want to see him again, but Derrick thinks you might have a problem with it if we dated. I want your okay to date him."

"Pari, you know Derrick is my good friend. He's a good guy and if you were older I wouldn't have any problem with it. But there is a pretty big age difference there, Honey."

"I know, Dad. And maybe that age difference will be a big deal. But maybe it won't. I want a chance to find out."

Dad seemed to go back to the paper. "And what if you break up? We would still have to work together and it might be awkward."

"I'm completely sure of your professionalism, Dad" I said, hoping to score a few points.

He set down his paper. "Pari," he said, "Men, expect—more—from their dates than boys do."

"Dad, I'm not an innocent." Hastily, I added, "I mean that I am, still—a virgin, but that, my girlfriends and I, well, we share information. And there's all kinds of books and videos and stuff. I know."

I continued, "I know what to expect. I'm ready. I'm on the pill. This is weird saying this to you, but if we get to that point, then I want Derrick to be the one. He would never hurt me and you know that. There's no one alive that you could trust more to take care of me. Is there?"

I saw that he wasn't looking towards me. This was hard for him, too.

Dad sighed, "No. I suppose not."

He looked at me and I could see how much he loved me.

I smiled at him.

"We've talked about everything, all along, haven't we?" Dad continued, "And yet, somehow I imagined this talk to always be at some unnamed time in the future." He smiled back at me. "Well, if I've trusted your judgment in the past, I suppose there's no reason to stop now."

I kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks, Dad," I said quietly.

I knew that Dad must have said something to Derrick, because the next day Derrick called me. We talked on the phone every evening that week. He asked me on a date. We talked some more. He shared with me who he was, and I shared, too. He asked me on more dates. We had long talks and asked each other everything we could think of. We made out—a lot. God, I loved when he kissed me!

Gradually, I noticed that the more comfortable Derrick got with me, the more demanding he got. He started telling me we were having a date, rather than asking. He would tell me when he was going to pick me up, where we were going, even what to wear. He ordered for me when we ate out.

It seemed he was always touching me in some way: whether it was his hand on my back, or playing with my hair, or brushing light kisses over my face. It made me feel like he was marking me and making me his. I realized I really liked that feeling. Except that it also felt like teasing. It felt like the longest foreplay in the history of sex!

After several weeks of it, I couldn't stand it any more. He seemed to like it when he was in charge—but he also wasn't fucking me yet. I decided I was going to try to force his hand. What would he do, I wondered, if I didn't go along with his commands? Maybe he was waiting for me to...I didn't know. Issue my own commands? Stand up to him?

Our next date was to be Friday night. I was to be ready at 6:00 for Derrick, with my hair in loose curls down my back, wearing my short black skirt and tall black heels. Instead, I decided I would pretty much do the opposite.

I made Derrick wait at the door after he knocked. When I did open the door, my hair was in a braid down my back. I was barefooted and wearing on old t-shirt of Daddy's over boy-short style panties.

I didn't invite Derrick in I just said "Hey" and turned my back on Derrick.

Derrick just stared for a moment. He came into the house, shutting the door behind him. "Are you sick?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice. That made me feel bad, just for an instant.

"No."

"Then what's going on? Why aren't you ready to go?"

"Maybe I don't feel like doing what you want to tonight," I said.

He gave me That Look. It made me feel excited, but apprehensive, too. What had I started, I wondered anxiously.

"So what is it you do want to do?"

"Well, I...," I stammered, my doubts growing about how this would turn out. "I thought... we've been dating for two months now...and I thought it was time."

"Time?" He grabbed me up in his big, strong hands. My desire for him ramped up. He moved one hand to my breast and with the other he took my braid in his fist. He pulled my braid and crushed his mouth down on mine. I whimpered. He mauled my breast with his other hand and I leaned into it. I was breathless with want. I was getting so wet. This is it!

He broke the kiss. I could feel his breath on my check and then my neck. "Yes,' I said, "time to fuck me."

"Ahhh," he said, stepping back, "so that's what your defiance tonight is about, is it?" He stepped back again. "We do this my way or no way. Got it, Little Girl?"

The look and tone of voice sent a frisson of apprehension down my spine. I nodded quickly—anything to get to the sex!—and said, "Yes, Derrick."

"No, I don't think you do yet. But you will." He turned to the door and walked out.

"Well, shit!" I exclaimed. Guess I learned my lesson.

******

The next day, around noon, Derrick called. "You ready to behave?"

"Yes, Derrick."




Paradise Bound Ch. 01



"All right. Hair and clothes like you were supposed to wear yesterday. But no panties."

"Yes, Derrick."

I showered and shaved everything. I lotioned and perfumed myself. I brushed my hair until it shone. I put on a sparkly silver halter top that tied in the back at my neck and my waist. I pulled on the short black skirt that swirled around my upper thighs. Just thinking about the access that Derrick would have to my body in it was making me wet. I slipped on the black fuck-me heels and turned this way and that to check myself in the mirror.  Surely he'll want to fuck me now!

I was not satisfied with the halter's bow, though, so I went in search of Dad. He was watching football in the den, stretched out in his recliner. I wanted to look perfect for Derrick, so I asked, "Dad, will you tie my bow for me, please?"

He sat up in the recliner. "Come here." He put his hands on each side of my waist and pulled me towards him a little more. He tied a perfect bow for me. I turned and kissed his cheek, "Thanks, Dad."

Dad touched the back of his hand to my cheek and said, "You're welcome, Beauty." The doorbell rang. "Ah, and there's your Beast." He walked to the door with me, then kissed me on the cheek, saying, "Have a good time, Baby."

After the door shut, Derrick looked me up and down, slowly. He was a wolf and I, a tasty snack. I gave a little shiver of sexual acknowledgement. My nipples pebbled under his gaze. "Satisfactory?" I almost moaned.

"Let's find out" he said, and led me to the car. After I sat, he said, "Show me that you've obeyed me." I gawped at him. "Show me!"

"Okay, okay!" I pulled up my skirt and closed my eyes. I knew my cheeks were flaming. I heard a camera click and let go of my skirt. "What are you doing, Derrick?!" I was in a near panic.

"Relax, Kitten." Derrick tapped away on his phone.

"Derrick! Derrick! How can you do that?" I felt lightheaded, almost faint.

"How can I do it?" he repeated. "Because you did it first!"

Derrick leaned over and lifted my skirt. He ran his fingers over my puss and brought them up, wet. Even I could see they were wet. "Besides, I think you enjoyed that" he said. He licked his fingers and murmured, "Mmm, sweet."

******

Derrick took me to a lovely restaurant. It was funny how Derrick was able to ramp up the sexual tension by not really doing anything. I guess it was me, anticipating, and nothing ever happening. The anticipation just kept growing.

Next, Derrick took me to a party that a friend of his was throwing. It was a fairly small party at a private house off-post. Derrick was the only one there that I knew. He explained these were all people from the same area back home. We had a few beers each and mingled after Derrick introduced me to everyone.

I enjoyed meeting his back-home friends, until The Drunk started in on me. There's always at least one drunk jerk at a party. He kept leaning into me and demanding to know why I was with a black guy. He bragged that he was a real man and what I really needed.

He slurred, "Show me your tits, you stuck up bitch" and reached for me.

As he grabbed the front of my halter top, I yelled for Derrick, and tried to hit the guy's arm away from me.

Derrick immediately stepped between the jerk and me. Derrick was most of a head taller than the jerk, and outweighed him by at least 50 pounds. Derrick gave the jerk his patented Look then pounded the guy's face. Blood spurted. The jerk dropped.

No one admitted to bringing the guy. Several of Derrick's friends picked him up and threw him into the street. One of them called the local police.

"Thank you, Derrick," I said.

Derrick picked me up as easily as if I were a baby and strode over to the couch. He sat down with me on his lap, petting me and murmuring how sorry he was that he hadn't noticed the jerk earlier.

"Derrick, as much as I'm loving this right now, I'm okay. I'm not that fragile."

"Pari, it's my job to protect you...."

"You did, Derrick! Besides, he didn't do anything to me that hasn't happened a hundred times before."

Derrick reared away from me. "What? What do you mean? Guys paw you everywhere you go?"

"Well, Derrick, it's not always fun and games when you're as cute as I am." I tried to lighten the mood.

Derrick seemed to get even more concerned.

"Derrick, I'm all right. Really."

He raised his eyebrow at me, "You sure?"

I nodded.

"All right, I'll drop this for now, but we're going to talk about it later. I seriously want you to be able to protect yourself. I may not always be there, you know."

"Your concern is very sweet, Derrick. I do appreciate it. But this is a party! C'mon!"

I stood and pulled him up and began dancing. Derrick laughed.

We danced with each other and with whoever else was dancing. When a slow song came on, though, Derrick immediately reached for me. He hugged me to him as we swayed. I felt his hard body all along the length of me. My desire for him raged through me—I wanted his desire for me to be equally powerful.

I began kissing Derrick with everything I had. He responded to my kiss, sweetly at first, then ever more forcefully. I shivered with desire as Derrick's hands roamed my naked back. He attacked my lips again and I groaned. His hands left my back to press and mold my ass. He moaned.

My hands were busy, too, kneading his biceps, scratching his back, feeling his chest, and teasing his nipples. I felt his cock grow hard between us. When I moved my hand lower to reach for it, Derrick stopped me.

He growled out, "Time to go!"

On the way home, Derrick's hand never left my skin. He leaned over to kiss me every time we stopped. He told me how beautiful I was. He said that he'd been dreaming of being with me. That he couldn't wait to be with me.

"Could've fooled me," I said.

He chuckled. "Good things come to those who wait," he quoted, mock-piously as we pulled up outside Derrick's quarters.

"Have we waited long enough, Derrick?"

He opened the car door for me and said, "Oh, yes."

The wanton desire in his voice and on his face had me on the verge of an orgasm already. God, I wanted him!

"Straight to the bedroom," he said.

He sat on the bed, "Now strip."

My hands were shaking, but I managed to untie my top at the back and it flopped loose. Then I untied it at my neck, but held it up to me in the front with my hands over my breasts. I looked Derrick in the eye, then pulled my hands away from my body. The silver top glinted in the low light as it floated to the floor—but I don't think Derrick noticed. His eyes were glued to by body.

I reached around back to unzip my skirt. Then I wiggled, side to side, to make it slide down my naked thighs and down to the floor. Derrick made the sexiest little sounds as I was wiggling—I think he liked it.

I asked, "Heels, too?"

"Leave 'em," he said firmly. Then a tender command, "Turn around, slowly."

I did, though I was almost dizzy with desire. I felt like I was going to flood the floor with my juices, I was so incredibly turned on. The fact that I was naked and Derrick hadn't taken off any of his clothes, heightened the effect on me.

He pulled me towards him, my naked ass meeting his lips. He kissed and nibbled my ass cheeks while feeling the whole front of my body, from my thighs upwards to my bare mound and up to my tits and all the way to my neck and back down. I thought I was going to melt.

He stood up behind me, and, through his pants, I could feel his dick searching for my puss. We grinded together while he kissed and licked and sucked on my neck. Then he picked me up and positioned me in the middle of his bed. He leaned over me, kissing me to distraction.

He stood up and took off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. He spread my legs and lay between them. He kissed me some more while teasing my nipples, rolling them and pulling them. He eased himself down a bit and then worshipped my nipples with his tongue and teeth.

One hand made its way to my puss. At first, he just lightly pressed his whole hand over my mound. Gradually, he began a circular motion and then his fingers started their own circular motions. When he circled the entrance to my body over and over it nearly made me mad with desire. I was moaning and pleading with Derrick.

Derrick shifted himself lower again. His face was even with my puss. He gave it a smile, a kiss, and a sniff.

"Beautiful," he said.

He threw my shoes in a corner then positioned my legs over his shoulders. He began by kissing my inner thighs, then kissing my labia, then the hood above my clit. He looked up at me and grinned. 

"Oh, Derrick...please!!!" I pleaded as I humped my pelvis up, wanting more.

Derrick began long slow licks that drove me mad. Gradually, his licks began to focus on my clit. He massaged my inner thigh and then went back to those circular motions, swirling around and just barely into my tunnel with his big, thick fingers. Then, his tongue worked my clit round and round and he began pushing a finger into me. I was gasping and writhing. He finger-fucked me a little harder, and farther with each thrust until, screaming, I came, drenching his face and hand with my honey.

Derrick stood up and took off his pants and drawers. He stood above me, a sculpted god with lust-glazed eyes. His dick looked so enormous that I began to have second thoughts about having that thing invade me. He must have seen the expression on my face change.

He assured me, "We'll go slow, Kitten. It's all right. We don't even have to do it."

That did make me feel reassured, but also a bit silly. This was Derrick—he wasn't going to hurt me! I reached up to him and ran my hands over his beautiful chest.

"It's all right, Derrick. I want you. I trust you."

He leaned down and we kissed. His kisses were so passionate and sweet and so full of longing, I felt my fear drown in a rising tide of passion. He kissed my lips, my cheek, my neck, my breast, my nipples—and somewhere in there I felt fullness, then pain. I yelled, but Derrick captured my lips again.

Derrick began moving in and out of my tightness, very slowly. I don't know how long it took, but I realized sometime in, that I was moving my hips up to meet his. After that, Derrick moved faster and deeper, while I dug my heels into the bed so that I could, as well.

He continued kissing me, and told me, "Touch yourself."

I moved my hand between us and began lightly rubbing my clit. It took only a moment before I shuddered in a climax that took me out of my body.

From far away, I heard, "Ahhh, Pari, Pari!"

I felt warmth filling me as Derrick seemed to clench all over. He dropped down over me for a moment then rolled off to my side. I didn't know if I was ever going to catch my breath. I didn't know if I was ever going to leave his bed.

Derrick pulled me to him and gradually, I heard his breathing calm. Mine did, too.

It was the next morning before I knew anything again. Derrick was still spooned behind me, although his hands were cupping my breasts, jiggling and playing with them. I yawned.

In my ear I heard, "I didn't mean to wake you up."

"It's all right," I replied sleepily, realizing I was hungry, "Hey, what'ya got for breakfast around here?"

Derrick admitted, "Not much."

He kissed my neck and asked if I wanted to go out.

I said no and told him I wanted to cook for him. We decided to go to my house for breakfast, so we showered and got dressed.

Sitting in the driveway at my house, Derrick turned serious.

"Last night was beautiful, Pari. You gave me a precious gift. You don't regret it, do you?"

"Oh, Derrick," I replied.

I kissed him. I tried to put all my feelings in that kiss.

"No regrets, Derrick. No regrets."



Paradise Bound Ch. 01



Her hands hit my buttocks again. I could tell immediately there was an excess amount of moisturizer on them.

"You must attract a lot of gazes when you're on the nude beach Mr. Hampstead."

"I'm sure I don't Stephanie," I interrupted. My mind frozen by Stephanie's advances and long slow strokes. I had almost forgotten about our discussion regarding the different levels of service provided. I was thinking about being naked with this young woman and what other young women worked here and if this was standard service at all tanning salons.

Stephanie continued without missing a beat, "...you have such a great body, and a cute ass and such nice balls and a beautiful cock." As the words left her mouth her hands began moisturizing my equipment.

"Hey Stephanie!" I closed my legs trapping one of her hands.

With all the innocence Stephanie could muster she said "I'm sorry Mr. Hampstead. I just felt bad that I got you so excited. I thought ummm well, it is part of our premium service. You know so people don't get their hands all messed up with the moisturizer"

"Look Stephanie. As good as that feels I'm not sure I should let you continue. I mean you do this, rub lotion on your customer's cocks and pussies and Premium Service? There are four service levels?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Hampstead. Uh, just three uh. I really didn't plan this. It was just there and your cock and balls looked so good being all smooth and shaved and clean... I couldn't help myself. I will just touch them a little more and get the excess moisturizer off my hands. Please? I promise I will only do what's umm, you know, what's ummm allowed in the service."

I was so damn horny at this point my little head was stronger than the big one on my shoulders. I spread my legs again and said, "Okay. But when I say stop, you stop. Agreed?"

Stephanie was already massaging, expertly I might add, my balls and cock once again. It felt so bloody good. This kid had really talented hands. The word "Agreed" slipped out of her mouth but I'm not sure she was even aware what she was agreeing to.

"Turn around Mr. Hampstead and I will show you how much moisturizer you need for your face and neck."

"Huh. Oh yeah." I was in a trance loving the handjob this gorgeous young girl was giving me. I turned around. Stephanie was still squatting and now my cock was pointing at her face.

"Put your hands out please."

"Is this still part of the Premium Platinum Service or is this something else Stephanie?"

I followed orders. Stephanie squeezed some lotion in each hand.

"Well, in case you don't get an upgraded service I said I would show you how much moisturizer to use. Do your arms and chest with that in case I missed anywhere." I started rubbing my arms and chest without even looking at how much was in my hands. I was looking down past my 7 inch pole at Stephanie's glorious tits. Stephanie started long slow strokes on my stomach and my clean shaven pubic area. Her hands explored and massaged my abs, and all around my cock. She was staring at my cock captivated the entire time. Her hands journeyed up and down the length of my shaft each time they passed by. 

"Umm yeah umm."

"Hold your hands out again please." She barely looked up, squeezed some more moisturizer into my hands and said "Do your face and neck." She returned to massaging my cock and testicles. She reached between my legs and spread moisturizer over my anus with one hand while stroking my cock with the other.

"I've done my face and neck Stephanie. I think you should stop now and let me get to my tan."

There was no response.

"Stephanie? Stephanie!"

"Huh."

"It's time to stop what you're doing." I reached down and lifter her up. She tilted her head up and closed her eyes. I kissed her. It was so automatic. One of her hands returned to my cock. Our tongues danced. I grabbed her ass with one hand and filled the other with young ripe firm tit. Our kissing increased in intensity. I slid a hand inside her tights. Her pussy was smooth and drenched in honey.

"Your cock is so nice Mr. Hamstead. Will you fuck me with it please?"

That woke me up. I pushed Stephanie away.

"I can't do this Stephanie. I really want to. You're beautiful and so damn sexy but well, let's just leave it at that, we really shouldn't."

"Okay Mr. Hampstead. But if you want to I would do whatever you want. I won't tell anyone. And I really want to fuck you. I'm good at it. Really."

"Stephanie, as much as I want to take you and fuck the living daylights out of you right now, I just can't bring myself to do it. So let's just try and get me a tan. Okay."

"Okay." She said in a rather disappointed voice.

"How do I start this machine?"

"Wait here. I have to start it from the front. I will come back and show you what to do."

She was back in a flash. Stephanie kissed my nipple and grabbed my cock. "I really want you Mr. Hampstead. I am so damn horny."

I pushed her back. "What do I do next Stephanie?" 

"Step in and I will close the door, then just push that green button. The machine will run for 5 minutes. Oh. Don't forget your goggles. I wouldn't want to harm those cute eyes Mr. H."

I stepped in and closed the doors. I pushed the green button and the lights hummed to full intensity. The heat felt great. I could see why people liked this experience. It was peaceful and completely indulgent and a little sinful given all the press about how bad this is for you.

The little timer was at 2. My cock was still at full attention. I thought about Stephanie and how great a fuck she would be. How I would love for her to finish the hand job she was giving me or to finish me with a blow job. But she's just a kid. Yeah, a kid with a fucking incredible body any woman would kill to have. The lights turned off and the fans still whirred. I waited. Was I supposed to wait until the machine shut off? Did I just get out now? I didn't ask Steph what to do when it was done. I gave the door a light shove and it didn't budge. Hmm. I waited about 30 seconds more and tried again, then again with a little more force. The door popped open. Stephanie was standing in front of me naked with a towel in her hands. Her only words were.

"Good. You're still horny too. I'm either sucking you or fucking you Mr. Hampstead. I don't care which we do but I won't do either with moisturizer all over that gorgeous cock of yours."

She stepped forward and grabbed my erect penis with the towel. It was warm and wet and soapy. She grabbed another warm wet towel and rinsed off the soap. Then a third towel to dry me. Before I could say anything she dropped to her knees and wrapped her teenage lips around my cock.

And I thought her hands were good. She licked and sucked my cock with the technique of someone twice her age. Actually I really believe you either know how to do sex or you don't, you can't really teach someone. Stephanie knew what she was doing.

I let her suck for a while then I lifted her to her feet again. We kissed and explored each other bodies with our hands. "Steph."

"Yes Mr. H."

"What if someone comes in?"

"Lights off. Doors locked."

"Mmm good. Now it's my turn Stephanie to get a closer look at your fine body and let me awaken your senses."

I started suckling her nipples. She held the back of my head and moaned. My hands and fingers were exploring her ass and sopping wet pussy. I kissed my way down her stomach to her pubic area. Shaved as clean as mine. Her pussy was plump and glistening with her honey. I dropped to my knees and propped one of her legs up on a stool. I kissed her pussy softly. She moaned. My tongue ran around her bulbous lips. Her honey was thick and slick. I teased her for a while. She gyrated her hips encouraging me to slide my tongue between her lips and dance with her hardened clit. Finally I slipped my tongue between her labia. My advance was rewarded with deep moans. I slid a finger in her tight hot hole. Stephanie was moaning. She started pleading.

"Oh fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me please Mr. H. Just take your big cock and fuck me."

My hand was sliding through her honey spreading it over her ass. I slipped the tip of a finger into her anus.

"Oh god. Oh god. WOW. Oh. That feels so great."

"Turn around Steph and put your other leg on the stool." Steph spun around. Her left foot went up on the stool. I drove my face into her ass and licked at her anus. She cried out in pleasure. I slid a thumb into her pussy and forced my tongue into her anus.

"OH MY GOD" she screamed.. "Oh I've never." "Oh god."

I stopped and stood up. "Don't move Steph."

I took my cock in hand and guided it through her labia.

"Push it into me. Please." 

"Your wish..." I finished that statement by pushing my cock deep inside my new love kitten.

"Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh." Moaned Stephanie. "Ohhhh yesssss."

I started pumping slowly, gradually increasing my pace. Stephanie put a hand on the wall and pushed back a hard as she could. I reached around between her legs and tickled her clit.

"oh yes. Oh God. Oh wow!" Her staccato moans matched the rhythm of my thrusts.

"Yes. Yes. Yes."

Her body convulsed in a massive orgasm. I slowed my thrusts letting Stephanie recoup before I resumed a quickened pace.

"I want to eat your cum," Stephanie announced tearing herself away from me and dropping to her knees. Her hands and mouth went to work on my cock. She was good. My balls tightened. She squeezed them then took me deep into her mouth. As she pulled me out of her throat the first blast of sperm pumped up my shaft. My knees buckled. Stephanie locked her lips on my dick and milked all the cream she could from my cock. I stood there having orgasmic spasm after orgasmic spasm while Stephanie licked and sucked up every last drop of cum oozing from love pole. When I couldn't take anymore attention on my hyper-sensitive knob I pulled Stephanie to her feet so we could hug and kiss our way back to normalcy. 

"Thank you Mr. H. That was amazing. I'm going to sleep so well tonight and have the most excellent dreams I'm sure."

"Me too Stephanie. I'm sure I will too."

We stood there holding each other lightly kissing and caressing.

"When do you think your next appointment will be Mr. Hampstead? I would love to rub moisturizer on your back for you again. "

I don't know Stephanie. How many appointments will I need to get a good base before my vacation? "

"I would say 30 but I'm not working that many days," Stephanie said with a devilish grin. "Probably ten or twelve."

"So three times a week,. That sounds about right.. So how about..."

"I work Monday's, Thursdays and then either Saturday or Sunday."

"Okay Stephanie. See you Thursday night then."

"Come late if you can Mr. Hampstead."

"So what about the premium or platinum service or whatever? Where do I sign up for that?

"We'll talk about that on Thursday Mr. H."

We got dressed. Stephanie ran around closing up, doing what ever that entailed. We kissed goodbye before we stepped out into the parking lot.

"She you Thursday Mr. H."

"She you Thursday Stephanie"

I stood by my car waiting for Stephanie to safely leave in hers. I got into my car. The clock said 10:15. I wasn't sure how I would explain this when I got home.



Paradise Bound Ch. 02



27 days to paradise

Thursday I worked regular hours, got home and had dinner then sat and did some work for a while in my home office. I was completely unable to concentrate. All I could think about was getting to the tanning salon and fucking Stephanie.

I jumped up from my desk in our home office at 9:35 "Oh shit!" I yelled. "I'm supposed to be tanning tonight. Damn it. I think I still have time to get there."

"Why don't you just go tomorrow?" asked my wife.

"It's Friday tomorrow and I love spending my Friday nights with you. If I miss tonight it will make Monday's tanning a waste. I will lose whatever I gained on Monday and our Friday night will be interrupted."

"Okay then but you'd better get going. Why don't you call to make sure they will stay open?"

"Great idea." I pulled out the card from the salon and dialed while I shutdown my computer. 

Stephanie answered the phone "Hello Mr. Hampstead. I've been waiting for you all night"

"Hello. Well yes. I'm running a bit late and can be there by 9:55 will you still be open."

"Just for you Mr. Hampstead. I'm getting up now to turn off the open sign so no one will be here to bother us."

"Oh, that's great. Thank you so much. I'll see you in a few minutes."

"I can't wait. I'm warming the moisturizer and taking some clothes off as we speak. You can shower here if you want to Mr. Hampstead. I would love to suck your cock in the shower Mr. Hampstead."

"Right. Bye then."

I hung up the phone. I hoped my wife wouldn't see the growing lump in my pants that Stephanie's little talk had stimulated.

"They said they are really busy so yes they will be open a little later tonight. Do you need me to stop anywhere on the way home hon?" 

"No there's nothing I need. I'm heading to bed. Try not to make too much noise when you get home."

"Okay hon" and I bent over and gave my a wife a quick peck on the cheek.

I grabbed my moisturizer and goggles and bounded out the door.

As Stephanie promised the "OPEN" light was out and most of the other lights were off in the salon as well. I walked up to the door and pulled it open. Stephanie came out from one of the rooms. She was wearing a bikini top and a short skirt.

She walked towards me. "Hello Mr. Hampstead." Stephanie purred. She walked by me dragging her hand across my crotch. "I've been thinking about you Mr. Hampstead."

"I've been thinking about you too Stephanie." 

Stephanie reached the door, pulled it closed tightly and turned the dead bolt. "No one will bother us now. Follow me Mr. Hampstead."

We walked to the back. "I think you should try this machine tonight." It was another stand up with no doors. "It just came in and has a new kind of light that emits less UVB."

"I thought you said you were taking your clothes off Stephanie? I thought you were going to be naked when I arrived."

Stephanie stepped towards me, tilted her head for a kiss. As I kissed her, Stephanie took one of my hands and placed it between her legs. Hot wet pussy greeted my fingers. Stephanie broke our kiss. 

"I just said I was taking off some clothes, I didn't say I would be naked. I do think it's time you got naked though."

Stephanie initiated another kiss and tugged at my belt until it was undone. Seconds later my pants were around my ankles and the waistband of my underwear lowered enough to give Stephanie full unfettered access to my cock and balls. I had successfully undone Stephanie's bikini top and had one hand filled with her gorgeous breast and the other with a tight round butt cheek. Stephanie let go of my cock and wrapped her arms around my neck. She jumped and hoisted herself up wrapping her legs around my waist. I grabbed her other ass cheek. My cock rested under her pussy getting coated in her hot lotion. I lifted her away then pulled her toward me. My cock slid into her hot twat where it had been destined from the moment I left home.

"I've been dreaming of your cock inside me all day Mr. Hampstead. God it feels so good."

"And all day today I couldn't concentrate on anything except fucking you tonight."

Our lips locked in a deep kiss. I started pumping my little tanning salon nymph. My cock slid easily in and out of Stephanie's cunt like a piston in a well oiled cylinder. We bucked and moaned in unison. Stephanie taking all I could give her and seemingly wanting more.

I pounded her harder building tension in my balls and in her pussy. We broke our kiss.

"Uh. Uh. Uh. Mmmmm." Stephanie hummed and bit down on my shoulder. Her body quivered uncontrollably.

"Oh wow. Oh WOW!" my sex kitten roared.

My knees buckled with the first jet of sperm I released into Stephanie's cunt. Three more blasts and I fell back against the wall just behind me.

"Oh god that was good." Stephanie confirmed.

"Damn girl. Where did someone so young learn to fuck so well? That was amazing."

I held Stephanie in place with my cock firmly planted inside her. My cum started to drain from her pussy along my shaft and down my thighs.

"I don't know. I haven't been fucked like this before. Maybe I'm just a natural or maybe you're a good teacher. "

We kissed. My cock slid from its warm hiding place. I lowered Stephanie to the floor.

"That was so amazing Mr. Hampstead. It was better than any of the fantasies I had of you today, and some of those were pretty good. Let's get you showered and ready for your tanning Mr. H. "

Stephanie took my hand and led me to the shower. This girl had an amazing body all built around an incredible ass that I just loved walking behind. 

Stephanie got the water started. We kissed while the hot water made its way from the heater.

"What else can you teach me Mr. Hampstead?.

"I'm not sure I've taught you anything yet Stephanie. You already seem to know everything. What do you think you could possibly learn from me that you don't already know?'

Stephanie directed me into the shower. We started washing each other while we talked.

"Would you have anal sex with me? Since your fist visit all I've been thinking about is how good your tongue felt when it was in my ass. I've been wondering... okay... fantasizing about how good your cock would feel fucking my ass. Turn around."

I turned around as commanded, "Have you tried anal sex before?" I asked Stephanie. "I mean, it's a different experience that a lot of people don't like."

Stephanie was washing my back and butt. And reaching between my legs and washing my balls.

"Not really. Your finger and tongue were like the first things I've had in my butt. I had a couple of boyfriends try stuff but it always hurt so I stopped them before it went very far."

I turned around, "I'll wash your back now."

Stephanie handed me the soap and turned herself around. It all felt so natural with this young girl, like we had been lovers for months or years.

"But it felt so amazing when you did it Mr. H. I tried a couple of things at home the last couple of days. They felt okay but not as good as when you did it."

I crouched down behind Steph and started washing her legs and butt. Her ass was so perfect. I started to think about fucking her tight little anus. Stephanie was saying something. I was hearing her but I wasn't listening to her. 

"blah blah touching my blah blah blah and then blah blah blah..."

Her ass was so perfectly shaped and sat so high atop her gorgeous legs.

...kinda hurt blah blah blah. He would blah blah blah blah like blah blah blah you know?"

"Um hmm."

"And blah blah..."

I washed her thighs and watched her spread her legs a little. Her cute freshly fucked pussy winked at me through the gap at the top of her legs. I stood up washing her gorgeous cheeks. I slid one hand after the other up the glorious space between them. Reaching further and further between her legs until my strokes started at her clit and journeyed along her pussy then up past her anus.

"blah blah blah.... Mr H.? Mr. H.!?!"

"Hmm?"

"So why didn't it hurt when you did it to me?"

"Sorry Stephanie I was lost in the pleasure of washing your wonderful body. Why stimulating your anus didn't hurt?" I asked confirming we were on the same subject as the last time I was paying attention.

"Yes! Why your finger in my ass felt so good when it always felt so bad when other people have tried that."

"My guess is because you were really aroused." I could feel how wet her pussy was now. I reached one hand around her waist and started massaging her clit.

"Mmmm. You really know how to touch a woman Mr. H." Stephanie murmured.

My other hand was sliding through her ass cheeks my fingers massaging her anus each time they passed.

"Really aroused huh? You mean like I am now Mr. H?"

With that I slid the tip of a finger into her anus.

"Mmm" was Stephanie's sole response.

"Just like now Stephanie".

I held the tip of my finger rather still in her tight little anus. I slid the fingers of my left hand through her slippery pussy lips slowly rolling them around and over her tender clit. Regular journeys up her love canal elicited moans, purrs and cries of pleasure. Stephanie's hips gyrated responding to her enjoyment and searching to maximize her pleasure. Her anus now held my finger up to its second knuckle. I began sliding the first half of my finger in and out of her anus. 

"Oh god. Oh god. That is so good. I'm going to cum again."

Stephanie hung her head between her shoulders than tossed it back throwing a stream of water over both of us. I plunged my finger into her anus as far as it would go. An 'Umph' escaped Stephanie's lips when my second knuckle first squeezed past her sphincter.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Stephanie screamed. "I want more. I want more in my ass. Please give me your cock Mr. H.?" She pleaded.

"Another time Stephanie." I instructed.

"I want to cum so badly but I can't tell if it's my ass or my pussy making me cum."

Her ass tightened. Her gyrations ceased.

A chorus of "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" spewed from Stephanie. Her hips rocking, Her knees buckling, Her anus pulsing around my finger, my little love partner came with a thunderous orgasm. Her head hung between her shoulders again. Her chest heaving in deep consuming pants. Her body twitching in response to the decreasing orgasmic aftershocks rippling through her nervous system.

"How... how do you... how are you able to do that to me Mr. H? I have never had such intense orgasms. I am completely spent."

"Who knows the answer to that Stephanie? Look, I hate to rush someone after an orgasm, but I had better get my tanning session started, otherwise my wife will wonder why my skin isn't three shades darker when I get home."

"Sure, Sure thing Mr. H."


Stephanie turned off the shower. We toweled ourselves and each other dry and walked back to the tanning room.

"Assume the position Mr. H." Stephanie grinned wickedly.

"Excuse me?"

"Turn around and put your hands on the wall silly. I need to put your moisturizer on"

"Oh yeah. I forgot. But no playing around, okay?"

"Okay Mr. H. But you still need this everywhere so I will have to touch your wonderfully cock and balls. But I promise, I won't play with them... well at least not for too long."

Stephanie began her moisturizer application on my back with her talented hands. This night she spent a little less time massaging my back. I felt Stephanie crouch down behind me and heard her squirt more cream into her hands. My legs and butt received a similar massage. My cock was filling with blood again anticipating Stephanie's touch.

"Mmmm your balls look so good from here Mr. H. And that cock of yours... it's so delicious looking. You can turn around now."

I was surprised Stephanie hadn't touched me. She was playing fair and being true to her word of no extra playtime. I turned around. Stephanie stood up filling her hands with more lotion. She moved in close to me, pushed my erection down with the back of her hand and held it between her legs against her pussy.

"Stephanie?" I said questioning her motives.

"I'm just keeping it out of the way Mr. H. I promise."

She rubbed my shoulders and chest and somehow managed to get her hands between our navels spreading the lotion over my abs. Her hands returned to my chest. Stephanie moved her focus to my nipples, not a place a lot of women spend time on a man. She rolled the palm of her hands ever so softly over my little brown nubs. The sensations surprised me. My cock twitched a couple of times in response.

"I love having someone touch my nipples this way Mr. H, and based on that little dance your cock is doing between my legs I think you like it too."

Stephanie pinched and twisted my left nipple, then returned to soft caresses. A pinch and twist of my right nipple. And my cock twitched again. She continued to alternate her squeezing and caressing of my nipples. Their sensitivity was rising with each subsequent pinch.

"I think that's enough for now Mr. H. I don't have to ask if you like that, your bobbing cock told me all I need to know. A girl friend of mine taught me that."

Before I could absorb what Stephanie just said she dropped to her knees.

"One last area to prep for your tanning."

Stephanie dispensed more lotion into her hands while staring at my full erection. She leaned forward and slid my cock into her warm mouth.

"god that feels good Stephanie. "

Without her hands Stephanie slowly worked my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until I was sliding into her throat. What a talent this girl was. She stopped before I unloaded a wad of cum into her throat.

"That should keep you hard for the duration of your session."

Her hands began massaging my balls and cock. I was so close to blasting a load onto her face when she stopped again.

"Tan time Mr. H. Get into the machine."

Stephanie jumped up and ran to the front of the salon to load the machine with minutes from my account. I stepped into the machine. The time flashed up on the screen and I pressed start. My balls throbbed and my cock remained hard for the 6 minutes I tanned just as Stephanie had predicted. I turned to step out of the machine. Stephanie was on her knees waiting for me. Her hands filled with lotion. She grabbed my cock.

"I have to finish what I started Mr. H."

She rubbed, stroked and massaged me. It was only a couple of minutes when I felt my balls tighten trying to hold back the flood of semen trying to escape. Stephanie moved her face closer and opened her mouth. My first blast hit her forehead. Stephanie adjusted her position and caught most of my subsequent spurts in her mouth with the rest of my jizz landing on her face.

My little sex kitten wrapped her mouth around the head of my cock sucking out the last few dribbles.

"Thank you Mr. H." 

Staring me in the eyes Stephanie took a finger and began scooping my cum off her face and into her mouth, sucking every last morsel from her thickly coated digit.

"Thank you Stephanie. You're really an amazing lover for your age."

"Thanks Mr. H."

Stephanie stood up, hugged me and kissed me softly.

"I've already booked you in for Saturday Mr H. I've got you down for an orientation starting at 11:00."

"Thanks Steph. But an orientation? Haven't we already done that?"

"Well yes. But I forgot to record it in the system and we have to do an orientation by the end of your third visit or we get in trouble. My boss will be here Saturday so I need to do one with you. Is that okay?"

"Sure Steph. I wouldn't want you to get in trouble." And we both laughed knowing how much trouble she would be in if her boss found out she was sucking and fucking me every time I came in for a tan

After we got dressed we kissed each other goodbye and made our own way home.



Paradise Bound Ch. 02



This story can be read alone, but I do invite you to read the first chapter. I love reader comments!



I spent the night in Derrick's quarters that night; the night he took my virginity. I think back on that night often. The way he was so powerful and so loving at the same time makes me treasure the memory. And, really, "powerful" and "loving" color all my memories of Staff Sergeant Derrick Jackson.

Derrick was nearly a foot taller than I, a bronzed god of a man. Half black. Close cropped hair. Chest muscles and biceps made for drooling over. He was the epitome of the phrase "latent power."

He frequently called me "Little Girl" or "Kitten." I think he thought my name, Paradise, was kind of silly. I was conflicted about my name. On the one hand it was silly. But on the other hand, It was one of the few things my mom was able to give me before she died. So I compromised and asked people to call me Pari.

I was a fairly small 18 year old high school Senior, and next to Derrick, who was not only tall but ten years older than me, I felt like The Tiny Toy Girlfriend. The way he would tell me what he wanted me to wear, or the way he would play with my long hair made me feel that way, too. I loved feeling like Derrick's precious plaything.

My dad had always made me feel precious, too; of course, in a different way. Some people would say he spoiled me—maybe to make up for my mom having died in Iraq when I was two. And, it's true that he gave me most of the things I asked for.

However, it's also true that Dad taught me how to cook and clean and do laundry and that I took those chores over bit by bit as I grew up. I was rarely in trouble at school and got good grades, too. He told me that as I continued to show maturity, he would grant me more and more freedom. I always kept that in mind, especially after I started dating, then driving.

By the time I turned 18 right after I started my Senior year, I had no restrictions. My dad treated me like the adult that he had taught me to be. I was gratified that he trusted me to know what I was doing with Derrick. Of course, I knew that he trusted Derrick, too, but with the age difference between Derrick and me, I knew Dad would not have approved of our dating unless he felt I was mature enough to handle an adult relationship.

So, I was not worried about Dad's reaction when Derrick took me home the morning after I had first spent the night with him. I had changed out of my party clothes and was making breakfast for Derrick and I when my dad wandered into the kitchen, instinctively searching out coffee.

"G'morning, Dad! Do you want some breakfast, too?"

I noticed Dad poured two cups of coffee. "Or should I ask if you and your visitor want breakfast?"

"Naw," he said. "Don't worry about us. We're going to the NCO Club for Sunday Brunch a bit later."

Coming down the hallway, I saw a pretty blonde wearing my dad's uniform shirt. "Tony, you got the coffee—ooh!" She turned around. "I didn't know there was anyone else here!" She raced back to the bedroom.

"That was Connie. Guess she wants her coffee."

"Guess so, Dad."

About an hour later, Derrick was helping me with the breakfast dishes—or, rather, he was playing grab-ass while I laughed and dodged, trying to get a plate or two into the dishwasher. Dad and Connie were suddenly standing in front of us, both of them dressed up. Connie seemed a bit embarrassed at first, but as introductions were made, she seemed to get over it.

"Well, like I said before, we're off to the NCO Club." Dad said. He walked Connie to the door, with his hand on the small of her back, opened the door and followed her out.

I turned to Derrick, "He doesn't usually introduce his girls to me. And he's never let one stay the whole night!"

Derrick leaned down to kiss me. Trapping my eyes with his, he said, "Maybe it's love."

Derrick's sweet kiss made me forget about Dad and Connie. As it turned passionate and heated it made me forget everyone and everything but Derrick. He picked me up in his arms and carried me to my room. He laid me carefully on the bed and kneeled beside it. He pulled the t-shirt I was wearing up over my bra and then off. He pulled the shorts I was wearing off, too. Then, he simply looked at me.

I knew that he was seeing me with my hair spilled all over the pillow, my eyes hooded with desire. I knew he was seeing my pale skin perfectly framed by the black lace bra and low-rider bikini panties I was wearing. The desire on his face as Derrick looked at me nearly naked before him sent my desire into the stratosphere.

"Derrick, please!" I begged him to do something, anything!

He reached a finger out and traced the edges of my bra. Gradually, his finger made its way inside my bra. When his finger touched my taut nipple, I began to plead with him again. I tried to get up, to pull him down to me, to touch him anywhere and everywhere.

Derrick grabbed my wrists in one hand and put them on the bed above my head. "Leave them there," he commanded. He leaned over and flicked his tongue over my bra above my nipples, first one side, then the other. When he had my nipples rock hard, he moved one hand slowly down my body. He kissed my lips, my neck, my breasts all while he was tracing the lace of my panties. Slowly, his fingers moved inside my panties.

He began kissing his way down my body. He pulled his hand out of my panties and went back to kissing. He kissed my mound on top of the lace. He stuck his tongue out and lapped at me through the lace. I was moaning, pleading, raising my hips to increase the contact. He was driving me crazy with want.

He pulled the lace panties down my legs and got on the bed between my legs. He spread me open to look some more. He smiled and growled and oh, so slowly, licked my puss from bottom to top. He kissed and licked and sucked my lower lips, gradually moving up to focus on my clit. As he licked my clit, he put a finger inside me and moved it in and out. I began to feel my orgasm build. Then he moved to sucking on my clit and curled his finger up. When he did that, my orgasm hit. My body arched up, tense. I think I forgot to breathe.

Gradually, I came down, relaxed and breathed again. I saw that Derrick was sitting back on his heels, his pants open and cock out. He came then, shooting out over my belly and legs. It was exciting to see that and to feel his warm cum on me.

He grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom and wiped his cum off me. He lay down beside me and pulled me tight to him. We lay like that for quite a while, enjoying the moment and the closeness.

Then Derrick explained, "I thought you might be sore from last night."

I rolled over to face him. "Perhaps I'll be sore frequently."

Derrick chuckled. I kissed him, tasting myself on him. He smoothed his hands down my back and hip. I sighed.

"Unfortunately," I said, "I've got homework that's due tomorrow."

"So you're gonna be a good little girl, now, eh?" Derrick teased.

I fluttered my eyelashes. "Aren't I always a good little girl?"

Derrick kissed me, hard. "Little Girl." He kissed me again. "You always taste good."

We both laughed.

*****

As my school's Thanksgiving Break approached, I realized how badly I needed a break. Because I was dating a soldier and not a high school boy, I was being shunned. Girls I used to think were my friends told me, with barely disguised glee, how it was going around that I was stuck up, thought I was better than everyone, and a slut. Boys I used to be friends with became crude and sometimes hostile towards me. It didn't really bother me to lose the fair-weather friends, but the atmosphere on campus was wearing me down, little by little, day by day.

I went to the counselor to ask if there were any way to avoid the next semester. We talked about home study, correspondence schools, and dropping out and getting my GED. Finally, in looking over my transcript, Mrs. James told me I could just graduate in January. I didn't even realize they had January graduations. I told her I liked that idea, but that I'd need to discuss it with my dad. I'd tell her for sure as soon as we got back from break.

Thanksgiving dinner was different that year. Dad had almost always invited over some of the single soldiers and the all gorged on turkey and football. But that year, it was just Dad and I with our dates. I was utterly flabbergasted that Connie was still around, but growing to like her more and more. I particularly liked how much she made Dad smile.

Dad and Connie and Derrick and I had each made something for our Thanksgiving dinner. Derrick brought a sweet potato pie that was delicious! Who knew he could bake? Dad decided to try frying the turkey. The rest of us thought he was crazy and/or would set the place on fire, but he managed fine and the turkey was really good!

After dinner, when Dad was full and lethargic, I decided to broach the subject of my graduating early. I was not sure what Dad's reaction would be as he was always telling me how important it was to him that I get a good education. I was afraid he would think I was cheating my education somehow.

We settled in the living room to watch the tape-delayed NFL game on the Armed Forces Network. Dad and Derrick already knew the score, so they wouldn't need to pay too close attention to it.

"Dad," I said, "I was talking to the counselor at school the other day and found out that at the end of this semester, I will have finished all of my requirements to graduate. I'd like to go ahead and graduate in January."

"What? Why?" Dad seemed quite surprised.

"I'm ready to move on, Dad."

"You mean back to The States? To college? You haven't even gotten any acceptance letters back yet."

Derrick shot me a look of surprise and hurt. I rushed to answer, "No, no! I just mean in my education. I know you've got at least nine more months here and I'd like to stay here with you. I've already looked into doing some online classes that would give me a head start when I do get to college."

I was a little bit shocked when Dad turned to Connie and asked her opinion. "Didn't you tell me you'd taken some online courses?"

"Yes, I did," she said. "I've taken quite a few. They're pretty much accepted as equal to regular college classes. I don't want to interfere, but I don't think the quality of online classes should be of too much concern." Connie was being diplomatic, trying to play it down the middle.

"Well...you're not talking about a GED are you? It'd be a real diploma?"

"Yeah, Dad. Everything about it is the same, except the date." It was sounding hopeful. I knew that technically I didn't need his permission, but it would make for a more pleasant home.

"It sounds like you've thought about this and made a plan, so who am I to stand in your way?"

Dad turned to Connie and joked, "Can you handle dating a guy who's so old he's got a high school graduate for a kid?"

Connie laughed and kissed Dad on the cheek. Connie for the win! I'd have to make sure and tell her thanks later.

Derrick suggested he and I take a walk after that heavy meal and discussion. We walked through the neighborhood hand in hand, silently. I enjoyed just being with Derrick like this. We approached the park and could see some kids out on the playground. Derrick steered us off to the side, towards the ball fields.

Derrick mentioned how good the late afternoon light was. He pulled out his iPhone and said he wanted to take some pictures of me. I said all right—I had dressed up for dinner and the way Derrick looked at me made me feel very pretty.

He motioned me towards the backstop and had me pose while clutching the chain link. After a couple of snaps he told me to unbutton my blouse some. I could see where Derrick might be going with this, and I liked it. He took some more shots while I vamped it up for the camera.

We moved to the dugout. There wasn't much chance of anyone seeing what we were doing in there. I felt myself start to get wet thinking about how far Derrick might take this.

Derrick told me to unbutton my blouse all the way and then to let it slide off my shoulders. He took pictures while I did. I felt my eyelids and my breathing get heavy.

When he told me to take off my slacks, I hesitated. That seemed much more extreme, more vulnerable than simply lifting a skirt. Derrick gave me his patented Look. I could not deny him when he did that.

Shaking a bit, I unzipped and slowly began lowering my pants. Derrick clicked away. He told me to turn my ass to him as I revealed it. I felt my heart racing. As my pants dropped to the ground, I looked back over my shoulder, fearful that anyone might see.

Derrick reassured me, telling me how great I was doing, that the pictures were going to be dynamite, that I was so beautiful. He told me to recline on my side on the bench. He posed me with my leg bent up and touching myself outside of my panties. He stopped clicking and took my mouth in an urgent, ravenous, grinding kiss. He pulled away and immediately took a picture of my face, desire and swollen lips plain.

I saw him adjust his cock in his pants and lifted an eyebrow in question. He responded, "We need to go."

I put my clothes back on quickly, trying to brush off any evidence that they'd been laying on the ground.

When we got back to the house, I saw that the leftovers and dirty dishes had been put up. I looked around for Connie as I was sure I owed her yet another thank you. All I found was my dad's bedroom door closed.

Mike winked at me. "Let's go back to my place, then."

I grabbed a few things and my purse and we left.

I expected Mike to take me straight to his bed, but when he walked into his study I was left wondering. I followed him as he grabbed up his laptop and moved it to the bedroom. He connected his iPhone to it and brought up the pictures on a slideshow. I watched myself slowly undress on the laptop screen as Derrick slowly undressed me, live. He kissed my skin as it was revealed. I felt so precious once again, yet re-living the naughtiness of the public photo shoot had me wanting hot and heavy, not slow and sweet.

"Derrick, Lover, you're so sweet! Your kisses make me feel so loved," I said.

"Why do I feel a 'but' coming?"

I took his hands and placed them on my ass and squeezed his fingers so they would squeeze my ass. "Yes, please feel my butt!" I laughed.

"Actually, I was going to say that you're making me feel loved, but looking at those pictures.... Well, I want to feel dirty now!"

Derrick growled. "Dirty I can do." He stripped off my bra and panties before I knew it, then pitched me onto the bed.

"On your knees!"

I got up on my hands and knees and looked back at Derrick. He had not taken any of his clothes off, but was unzipping his zipper. I watched him pull his cock out while he was staring at my pussy. I wanted dirty, I thought. Me completely naked, him dressed but with his cock hanging out: that's pretty dirty.

I shuddered with my desire. I felt my juices creaming my inner thighs. "Derrick, please!" I begged.

I felt a finger plunging into me and a hand on my ass. The finger went in and out and the hand went around and around. I was moaning loudly. It felt good but I wanted more. Derrick knew it, I guess, and a second finger joined the first. I was humping back to him, wanting even more.

Suddenly, I was shocked almost senseless as the hand that was so soothing on my ass became an instrument of pain. I couldn't believe it—Derrick was spanking me! I had never been spanked in my entire life! It took three spanks before I could even rouse from the shock to react. I yelled. I tried to move away from Derrick.

Derrick pulled his hand from my weeping pussy and used it to hold me in place. He went back to the soothing movements on my ass. I settled down.

Derrick asked me, "Truthfully, did it really hurt that bad?" He followed the question with another spank, and another, and another.

I yelled with each spank but still tried to think about his question. There was shock, and apprehension, and the sound, and a burning, fidgety, tingly kind of feeling. Derrick soothed my ass again, then dropped kisses on the globes of my ass. Well, I definitely like this part, I thought. He licked the cleft of my ass and kept going down to lick up my wetness. As his tongue reached my opening and delved in, he began rubbing my clit. He fucked me with his tongue while he tapped my clit. The taps turned into spanks and I screamed and arched, tense, and the world came to a complete stop as I came all over his tongue and hand.

Before I could breathe again, Derrick had slid his cock to the hilt into my pussy. He groaned with pleasure. He set up a hard and fast rhythm that had his balls slapping my clit with every thrust. I know I was grunting and moaning because there was no way I could even say, "Yes! Yes!"

Derrick leaned over my back, reached around, and pinched my nipples. He pulled them and rolled them and tugged them. He kissed my neck and shoulder, then bit me, hard enough to leave a mark on the top of my shoulder muscle. I screamed as another orgasm rocketed through me. The clenching of my pussy caused Derrick to grunt out his orgasm, shooting his cum into me again and again.

I fell to the bed, dislodging Derrick's cock. He fell to the bed right after. We groaned and caught our breaths and kissed and touched each other. I said, "Wow!" a time or three.

Derrick moved to his back and snugged me up to him, my head on his arm. He chuckled. "Was that dirty enough for you there, Kitten?"

I smoothed his shirt over his fabulous chest. "Oh, Derrick!" I sighed heavily. "That was really, really dirty!"

I moved my hand down to his pants and encountered wetness—lots of wetness. I hiked up and looked. His cock was still hanging out of his pants, and our combined juices had wetted his pants all around the zipper. I laughed. "Your pants are really dirty, too!"

Derrick looked down at himself. He also laughed. Then he held my eyes and told me, "Well, then, get them off me!"

I shivered at his tone. "Yes, sir!" I said with a smile, as I reached for the button of his pants.



Paradise Bound Ch. 03



Fridays are our days. My wife and I have, without ever stating it or writing it down somewhere, always reserved Fridays for ourselves. We will put on some of our favorite music, make some of our favorite food, talk about our week purging the events at work that turned our days in one way or another. We will confirm what plans we have for the weekend. We muse about vacations, retreats at spas, extended weekends in NYC or on a remote lake paddling. We will sip from a more expensive bottle of wine maturing in our modest wine cellar. And most Fridays, if one of us doesn't fall asleep right after dinner, we will make love.

My wife had sent me a text message apologizing for being caught in a meeting that was running late. Being a VP at a small bank often meant late running impromptu meetings any day of the week.

On the ride home I planned what I would make for dinner, planning to have it ready when Carol arrived home from work. Poached salmon with lime/chipotle mayo, steamed broccoli finished with garlic butter, and some orzo lightly bathed in homemade pesto. I stopped at the grocery store and grabbed the salmon, lime, basil and some fresh broccoli. I picked up some tapenade and hummus for appetizers. Everything else I needed was at home.

I dropped the food in the kitchen and threw 5 CD's into the player. Some Miles, Ella, Chet, Coleman and Jane Monheit set on random play. I went upstairs to shower off the remnants from my work week. 

The warm water cascaded over my body. I thought of what things we had scheduled for the weekend. Our typical weekend chores of course. Dinner with Friends Saturday night. Tanning Saturday morning. Tanning with Stephanie Saturday morning. I touched my cock and closed my eyes. I imagined Stephanie in front of me, the salon buzzing with a Saturday morning crowd, Stephanie removing my clothes, getting on her knees and silently taking my cock into her warm mouth. She stands up, turns around, grabs the handles on the doors of the stand up tanning machine. I step in behind her; pull her thong aside and start fucking her against the machine. My cock is hard and full in my hand. I shake my head and as difficult as it is to do, stop masturbating, deciding to save my cum for a session with my wife later tonight. I washed up; my erection making it easier to thoroughly clean my cock in preparation for the night's activities, toweled dry and threw on some weekend clothes.

I was washing the broccoli and basil when Carol called to say she was on the way. I had about 45 minutes before she would be home. I went downstairs to retrieve some wine. I grabbed a crisp bracing white from Alsace that would go well with the mix of food I was preparing and half bottle of sparkling wine for starters.

When Carol arrived I had two plates of appetizers ready, the pesto and lime/chipotle mayo were prepared. The water for the pasta had just boiled.

"Hi hon. Sorry I'm late," Carol called from the front door.

"Hi Babe. That's okay. Dinner is ready to go," I yelled back to her.

I popped the cork on the sparkling wine just as my love turned the corner into the kitchen. We kissed hello and I poured two glasses of bubbly. I handed a glass to Carol raising one myself.

"To Friday night and the weekend."

Carol clinked my glass took a sip and looked around the kitchen.

"This looks perfect for dinner. What can I help with?"

"Nothing right now. I think it's all under control. Why don't you take your wine and a plate of appetizers upstairs and change into your weekend wear?"

"If you don't mind, that would be great."

My wife kissed me on the check and disappeared upstairs. I stirred the pasta and started the fish and broccoli. Miles was blowing a tune on the stereo. I heard the water running in the shower. I lit some candles in the dining room and continued to cook.

Dinner was fabulous, We recounted tales of the work week to each other and slowly wound our way out of work mode and into weekend mode.

"So how's your tanning going?" my wife asked. "That's a busy little salon you found. I mean, you're never there less than an hour. Obviously people like it."

"Oh okay I guess. Yeah, I guess they provide good customer service. It's just a salon as far as I can tell but I guess people like it."

"I will have to go and give it a try sometime and see what all the fuss is about."

Sirens started wailing in my mind. Nope. Nope. That would not be good. That would be trouble. Quick! Get out of this pending disaster NOW!

"If you want to I guess but why would you spend the time when you're happy with your salon. If I had known this salon was so busy I would have picked another I think. But I've paid for time here so I go. I just want to get a tan and get to Jamaica as soon as we can. I really need a break."

Good thinking. I hope. Tell her to go but then give her some things to think about and tell her you would rather be going someplace not so busy. And hope like heck that my Jamaica reference will change the subject.

"I can't wait to feel that warm sun on my naked body too," my wife continued my thought. "To make some new friends on the beach and share drinks with other Au Naturel bathers at the bar."

Yes, the subject has been changed. Let's keep it here.

"Yeah, I long for that too..." and our conversation switched to our upcoming vacation and the new friends we would make and the new places we could find to make love.

We consumed our last few bites sharing thoughts and memories of our vacations, mostly about the times we made love in one form or another somewhere other than in our room and were almost discovered by other couples or employees. The talk was getting me aroused, and I hoped it was doing the same for Carol.

"Let me clean up hon. Why don't you go and get comfortable in den while I clean up the kitchen?" my wife suggested, "You prepared dinner. I will do the clean up."

I helped carry the dishes in from the dining room and made my way to the den with the last of the wine. There wasn't a lot to clean up. I had been doing the pots and pans as things finished cooking. 

When I reached the den I piled some paper, kindling and logs in the fireplace and lit the paper in a few places with a match. I kicked the bean bag chair out from its hiding place beside the sofa. I plunked it down pretty much in the sweet spot of the stereo. Jane was singing Dindi. I sipped my wine and closed my eyes listening to Jane's perfect pitch. I heard the fire beginning to pop and crackle beside me. I don't know if I fell asleep or just got lost in the music. I opened my eyes when I felt my wife sit on me straddling my pelvis.

Carol had slipped into her white bathrobe at some point after cleaning up. She leaned forward and kissed me deeply. I fished for the belt on her robe, pulled it open and peeled off her robe. Carol was wearing her favorite black lingerie. A demi-cup bra supported her pert bosom. Her lower body was adorned with a matching black thong and black garter holding up black silk stockings. Carol leaned in and kissed me again while grinding her pelvis against my growing erection.

"You like, my big man?" Carol asked in her best 'I'm the boss tonight' voice.

Before I could answer she covered my mouth with her own. We spent a long while kissing and caressing each other luxuriating in the heat from the fire and the mellow tunes rolling out of the speakers. 

Our foreplay continued for at least 30 minutes without us removing another stitch of clothing. Then while nibbling on my ear, Carol whispered to me "I want you naked now!"

Carol lifted off my t-shirt when she stood up. I slipped off my pants and underwear. My steely cock pointing to the ceiling. Carol looked down at me with a hungry expression on her face. She straddled my pelvis once again, kissed me hard, then ran a hand over my forehead grabbing a hold of my hair and tipping my head back.

Carol stood up without releasing my hair, still holding my head back against the bean bag chair. She stepped forward, now straddling the chair. With her free hand my gorgeous wife reached between her legs and held her thong to one side exposing her clean shaven pussy. She lowered herself onto my face mashing her sweetly coated yoni over my mouth and nose.

I licked and drank her sweet honey as best I could, stealing a breath when Carol's gyrating hips permitted some air to reach my mouth or nostrils.

Sometimes my wife enjoyed taking control. Forcing me to have her pussy for dessert has never been punishment for me but the breath control part was definitely a challenge at times.

Carol rode my face holding me by the hair. Her thighs and the bean bag covered my ears meaning the only sounds I could hear were coming from me gasping for air and licking and gulping the juice dripping from my wife's pussy.

My lover slid herself off my face not yet having cum. Her pussy left a wet trail down my chest and over my abdomen. As her slide reached the bottom of her ride, Carol grabbed my cock and guided into her hot pussy. We kissed grinding our hips together. Carol's feet were beside my hips. She started riding my cock cowgirl, sliding her pussy up and down the full length of my shaft. I grabbed her hips and stopped her at the top of one of her slides. It was my turn to take control. I started thrusting in and out of her with all the energy I could muster, our bodies slapping together in rhythm with the music on the stereo. Our grunts and groans in syncopation with the rhythm of our slaps.

My first delivery was deep into Carol's pussy but my convulsion was so severe my cock slipped out sending the remainder of my cum load onto my chest and stomach. Carol wasn't finished yet. She slid down further licking and sucking my cum off my chest and stomach and topping off her own dessert by sucking her sweet honey and my salty excretion off my softening lollipop.

"Trade with me my love" my wife demanded.

I rolled my spent body off the bean bag. My wife took my place. She positioned her hips higher on the bag then I had had mine. Carol grabbed my hair again and guided my face onto her pussy. Her lips were hot from the friction of our fucking and creamy with a blend of her honey and my lotion. I slid two fingers into Carol's hot hole and searched for her g-spot. My lips and tongue found her sensitive nub. Carol held my head tightly against her cunt. I licked and sucked her clit while massaging the inner walls of her heated slippery vagina. Carol rolled back on the chair arching her back and lifting her pussy higher. She crunched her abs in conjunction with the first squeeze her pussy gave my probing fingers. Yelps and moans freely escaped my orgasming darling. I allowed her to ride her waves of pleasure before rolling her onto the floor and spooning behind her in front of the fire.

We awoke an hour later and made our way to bed. I was thankful tomorrow was Saturday. My trip to the spa would probably not involve any sex with all the customers likely to be there. I wasn't sure my body could take another round of sex. I think my balls were completely drained from the activities of the week and could really use a couple of days to recharge.



Paradise Bound Ch. 03



This story can be read by itself, but I invite you to read the preceding parts for the fuller story. Thank you, Hank Dolworth, for your advice. All errors are mine. I love votes and comments!

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A new friend asked me about my unusual name the other day. I explained that Pari was short for Paradise and that, yes, my mom, who had died when I was a toddler, was a hippie-type. Inwardly, I smiled as I was reminded of the one person who called me Paradise. His name was Derrick.

Derrick Jackson was a Staff Sergeant in the US Army, stationed in Germany, like my dad. He worked with my dad, in fact, and was about ten years older than me. We started dating right before I started my Senior year of high school. I met Derrick through my dad, who was Derrick's boss.

Tall, dark, and handsome, Derrick could drive me crazy with just a look. He had been my first lover and was a talented and generous one. I was very lucky, I knew, to have such a great first experience. However, if I had known where Derrick was going to take me, sexually, I'm pretty sure there never would have been a first time! But the way that he introduced me, slowly and gradually, to his kinks and desires, and to my own, just seemed like a natural progression.

He started out with small things like ordering for me at a restaurant. He paid attention to what I liked and his choices, of course, were always wonderful. Other times he told me what to wear. Whenever I opened the door wearing what he had told me to, his pleased smile made me feel so very good. Pretty soon, we had settled into a relationship where he took the lead and I happily followed.

Obviously, I trusted Derrick completely. His close working relationship with my dad predisposed me to trust him. Then, every interaction we had, whether dating or fucking, further confirmed his trustworthiness. He was careful to remember my inexperience and he always urged me to tell him what I felt.

By Thanksgiving, we had been sexually active for about two months. But the sex we had after Thanksgiving dinner marked a change in our relationship. He had bitten me and spanked me during the hottest sex we'd had to that point. I liked it. A lot.

My first thought had been that hot, dirty sex was going to be a requirement for working off a big Thanksgiving dinner from now on. My second thought was why wait until Thanksgiving? Hot, dirty sex was going to be a requirement, period. After all, if I'd had a dollar for every time Derrick made my eyes roll back in my head that night, I'd have been a rich girl!

We were at my house the day after Thanksgiving, loading up on turkey leftovers. We waddled to the sofa and plopped down on it. The Armed Forces Network was showing It's a Wonderful Life. Every few minutes one or the other of us would shift a little, to get more comfortable. After fidgeting like that for a while, Derrick said, "Get up."

As quickly as I could, I stood up. He arranged himself sideways, put a pillow behind his back and one leg up on the sofa. "Sit down."

I sat on the sofa and he pulled my back snug against his chest. I put my legs on the sofa, too. We were no longer facing the TV, but we hadn't been watching closely anyway.

Derrick wrapped his strong arms around me. "I love when you do that," I said on a sigh.

"Do what?"

"I hadn't really realized it until just now, but you do this a lot. You take charge, you arrange things, and if I go along, you reward me with kisses and cuddles."

Derrick kissed me and hugged me tight. "I do, huh?"

"Yes. A lot. It's like puppy training." I gasped. 

I scrambled up on my knees and turned to face him. Mostly joking, but pretending to be mad, I poked him with my finger. "Derrick, you're girlfriend training me! Or something. And I just said I liked it! What the hell?"

Derrick pretended my poking was hurting him, wincing and saying, "Ow!" He protested his innocence, "There's no such thing as girlfriend training!"

My poking him turned into tickling him. He was very sensitive along his sides: he didn't let me tickle him for long. He grabbed my arms and pulled them back behind me. I couldn't do anything but laugh.

The humor in the situation leached away, though. I noticed Derrick's eyes darken as they held mine. He moved one hand up to hold the back of my head, then pulled me to him for a kiss that sent fire through my body. Derrick sent his other hand down to my ass. He kneaded and molded my ass. I whimpered.

Derrick reluctantly ended the kiss. He had a serious look on his face that scared me a little. He said, "I know you were joking about the training and all, but it brings up something I need to talk to you about, for real."

That sounded a little too much like the beginning of one of those "It's not you, it's me" speeches.

Derrick lifted me up, stood up, and went to the kitchen. He said, "I need a beer."

Okay, now I was really scared.

Derrick came back with nearly half the beer already gone. He set it down and sat down on the couch. He tugged me down so that I was straddling his legs and we were face to face.

"I need to see your face while we have this conversation."

My face must have shown my fear.

"Hey, now!" he said, with a quick kiss. "It's okay, Kitten," he reassured. "It's nothing bad." He kissed me again and I began to relax just a bit.

He went on, "You said, basically, that you like it when I take charge, right?"

I nodded.

"Well, that's a good thing. 'Cause I like taking charge and I like that you let me do it so often. What I wanted to talk about was—well, like—extending that. See, I think that we are natural compliments to each other. I am what's called a Dominant and you're a Submissive."

"Submissive? Derrick, I don't understand. I'm no doormat!"

"No, of course you're not! You are your own person and I would never try to change that. I'm talking about sexually, though. When it comes to you and me, in private. It feels natural, doesn't it, to do what I tell you to? You're quite happy when I take the lead in the bedroom, aren't you? You know, right, that I may push you, but I'll never hurt you?"

What could I do, but admit it? I nodded. Derrick ran the back of his hand down my cheek to my chin. He touched his finger to my lip and I opened my mouth a little. He leaned forward and kissed me. It was achingly sweet.

"Oh, Derrick," I sighed. I threw my arms around him. He grasped my butt and pulled me closer to him. We kissed again, until we were both breathless.

I lay my head on his shoulder.

"Maybe you know me better than I know myself." I felt a little embarrassed about that.

Some porno scenes I had watched suddenly came to mind. There were whips and costumes and lots and lots of screaming. Now I was scared again.

"Wait, Derrick, are you talking about BDSM? I've seen some pornos about that, and, umm, I am totally NOT into pain!"

"Are you sure you're 'totally' not into pain?" Derrick chuckled. "'Cause I seem to recall a Little Girl who didn't complain over a biting or a spanking and might have even called out, 'More!'"

I was embarrassed at what Derrick had said so I buried my head in his neck.

He got serious again. "I'm sorry I teased you: I don't want you to be embarrassed about wanting more of what causes you pleasure. Especially since that's what I'm asking for from you."

"So, you ARE talking about BDSM? Derrick, I don't know about that!"

"It's going to take us some time to talk about everything. And we will—'cause this isn't about what I want. It's about what WE want. Okay? Will you continue to trust me? If it helps you feel better, I'll tell you that I'm more interested in the BD, than the SM."

I smiled at Derrick as hot scenes from our time together flashed through my memory.

Maybe he was seeing the same thing in his mind's eye. He leered at me, grinning, "Well, except for the spanking part of the SM. I like the spanking!"

Suddenly, Derrick spanked my upturned ass. I yelled out his name in surprise after the first swat. He continued to spank my ass, alternating cheeks. Of course, reaching around me like that, he couldn't get much momentum behind the swats. Still there was enough force when he hit me in that position that my pussy rubbed against his cock, through his jeans, with each smack. I was getting wet and he was getting hard.

He grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me even tighter, rocking me against his cock. At the same time, he captured my mouth in a kiss so hot with passion, I went up in flames right there. The rocking was stimulating my clit as well as his cock and pretty soon I was begging for Derrick to fuck me.

"As much as I'd like to bend you over the sofa right this minute, your dad may walk in at any minute. Plus, this seems like the perfect time to show you some of my toys. Get your things—we'll go back to my place."

Too many minutes later, I was standing in Derrick's bedroom, looking at his nightstand drawer full of...well, full of things I didn't immediately understand the purpose for.

Derrick said, "Don't be scared or intimidated by any of this stuff, please. Sex should be fun—these are just toys."

Derrick stepped close behind me. I could feel the heat of his body on my back. He put his hands on my shoulders. He kissed my neck.

"We'll talk about it all and I'll never make you do something you don't really want to do. But if you can be open-minded and trust me, I guarantee we will have fun."

I felt Derrick's cock beginning to push into my behind. He was getting excited thinking about using these toys with me. I reached behind me and pulled him closer. I melted into his hard body.

"Pull something out of there that looks interesting," Derrick said.

I pulled out one of the things that I absolutely could not figure out: it was all leather straps and chrome buckles with a large o-ring in the middle. I held it up. "Okay, what is this for?"

Derrick groaned. "Oh, Kitten!"

He turned me around and kissed me, hard. He moved his hands up my body, under my shirt. He said, "I think it's time to get naked."

Once we were both undressed, Derrick picked up the toy. He said, "The ring part goes in your mouth, then it buckles behind your head. Want to try it out?"

I shrugged. "If you want, I guess. I still don't understand what it's for, though."

I opened my mouth and he fitted the ring gag to me and stepped back. I could see the desire in his eyes. His cock bucked with it. He put his hands on my shoulders and pressed down. I kneeled before him. His cock was right at my mouth. I began to understand.

Derrick fed his cock to me, slowly. He moved in and out of my mouth. There wasn't much I could do but take it. I felt like I was supposed to be doing something, though. I looked up at Derrick and was surprised at the intensity of his gaze on me. I kneaded Derrick's ass and thighs.

"Your hot little mouth is heaven, Kitten! Keep your eyes on my face. Let me do all the work."

I made a tiny nodding motion.

After a minute of two of slowly sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, he ground out, "I have to fuck your face now!" Derrick grasped the back of my head in both of his hands. He picked up speed and went deeper at the same time. I was beginning to feel overwhelmed. When he hit the back of my throat, I felt like I couldn't breathe. I tried to push him away. When he did it again and again, I panicked. I began fighting him.

He pulled his cock most of the way out of my mouth. There were tears and saliva streaming down my face.

"Fight me all you want, Kitten. That's part of the fun. If you really need me to stop, pinch my ass. But you know I won't really hurt you." He went back to fucking my mouth, fast and deep.

I did know that Derrick wasn't going to hurt me, but it was impossible to fight the instinctive fear of choking when his cock filled my entire mouth and throat. I couldn't stop myself from fighting him. I hit his legs and pushed at his hips. I tried to yank his hands from my head. I scratched his arms. I slapped his stomach, but no matter what I did, he kept shoving his cock in my mouth.

I tried to keep my eyes on his, I really did. But I was feeling so overwhelmed that I had to block out something. I closed my eyes, then his cock seemed to get even bigger.

His mouth opened on a silent scream. He stood, tense, his mouth open. I felt warm, salty jets of cum hit the back of my throat and instinctively swallowed.

My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. My god, I thought, that was so intense!

Derrick petted me a moment and removed the ring gag. He picked me up and laid me gently on his bed. He lay down next to me and rained kisses over my face. "You didn't pinch me. You okay?" he asked.

I nodded. Derrick got up and came back with a glass of ice water. He held me while I drank it.

"We've still got a lot to talk about, but right now, it's your turn to cum."

Derrick kissed me senseless, then moved down to worship my breasts. He cupped my pussy with his hand and felt my warmth and wetness. He pushed a finger into me and rubbed his palm around my clit. It was only a few minutes before I was screaming out my release.

Over the next couple of weeks, Derrick told me about all of his toys. We watched his favorite scenes from porn flicks. He showed me a couple different sexual interest surveys, including one that he had completed. He told me about safe words. He pointed out that my excitement fed his.

He told me, "Just because you're the submissive one doesn't mean your needs are ignored. In fact, it means the opposite. Being submissive means you trust me to fulfill your needs. Even if, as an innocent, you don't know what you need."

Every time Derrick showed me something new, he asked me to notice how my body felt about it. Did I feel warm, tingly, wet? "Don't judge with your mind," he said. "Let your body be the judge."

We ended up with a list of things to continue: biting, spanking, public exhibition, and the ring gag. We added to that a longer list of things I was interested in trying; bondage topped that list.

*****

By the time Christmas Break came around, I was more than ready for it. I had worked hard, and believed I had truly earned the reward. I felt like I was becoming a new person; a woman who knew who she was, what she wanted, and how to get it, in the bedroom and out.

What I didn't know, though, was what to get Derrick for Christmas. And he was no help! Every time I asked him what he wanted for Christmas, he would say, "Anything you want." I always rolled my eyes at him when he said that, because I thought he was being overly polite. 

Eventually, though, I remembered back to our many conversations where he had repeatedly told me how excited he gets when he knows I'm excited. Maybe he meant something like how a gift of lingerie for me is just as much a gift for him? Then I knew what I was going to get him!

Christmas morning, Derrick came over and we exchanged our public presents. I gave him a shirt I knew would look gorgeous on him bringing out the gold in his eyes. He gave me diamond stud earrings. They're beautiful—even this many years later, I still have them.

That afternoon, we went back to his place for our own private gift-giving. Derrick gave me nipple clips that dangled diamonds that matched the earrings. He stripped me and put them on me. I loved the way he looked at me when I was wearing nothing but the diamonds he had given me.

Then I brought out my present for Derrick. When he opened it, his eyes got wide and his mouth smiled devilishly. That was definitely the look I was going for. That look always made me instantly ready for him.

Derrick pulled out the parts of the present. First, there were many yards of a soft, light weight rope. Then there was a picture from a rope bondage website showing a woman beautifully bound in a rope corset with integrated arm shackles. Last, there was a new memory card for his camera. Derrick looked at me and licked his lips. The hunger in his eyes made me shiver. Oh, yes, I thought, come and eat me up!

Derrick kissed me, hard, brutally ravishing my mouth. He stepped back, breathing hard. He began to tie the rope corset around me. I turned for him and held my arms in position. I told him how hot and wet he was making me. When he was finished, he said he just wanted to look at me for a minute.

I began to get frustrated—I wanted him so bad and he was making me wait.

He went for the camera and loaded it with the new memory card. He took several shots of me standing. Then he threw me over his shoulder, carried me to his bedroom, and let me fall to the bed. He took a few pictures of me splayed out like that, but then he posed me carefully and took more pictures.

I noticed that his pants were looking awfully tight—like they might burst. Derrick sat the camera down with a groan. He unzipped and lowered his pants and his cock burst out. He undressed quickly, with his eyes on me the whole time. Finally, he was naked. I licked my lips in anticipation and he pounced. He buried his face between my thighs. He bit the inside of my right thigh, and soothed it with licks and kisses. Then he bit the inside of my left thigh and soothed it the same way. I would cry out, then moan; cry out, then moan.

Derrick licked my puss from bottom to top, long sweeps of his tongue nearly making me frantic with need. I was panting and pleading.

Derrick got off the bed, though. He stood looking down at me with a satisfied smile on his face. He picked up the camera and took more pictures, asking me, "Was there something you wanted, Kitten?" in a fake-innocent tone.

I ground my teeth together. I growled. I shouted, "Derrick, fuck me! Eat me! Make me cum! Please, please!"

Derrick pursed his lips in thought. "Now who was it who's in charge here?"

"I'm sorry, Derrick, please?" I pleaded. "I just want you so bad! Please, Derrick? I'll do anything...."

Derrick laughed. "Yes, you most certainly will."

Derrick stepped to the edge of the bed, grabbed my ankles and pulled me to him. When my ass was snugged up to him, he aimed his cock and pushed himself into my dripping wet pussy, nearly all the way in on the first stroke. He grabbed onto the rope corset and pulled me onto him at the same time as he pushed into me. My tits swung wildly up and down my chest as he fucked me harder than he ever had before. He punished my pussy with his cock and it was so damn good. I climaxed, 'Unh, unh, unh!"

I felt my pussy clenching repeatedly around Derrick's cock and then he was cumming, yelling incoherently with his release. After a minute, he pulled out and stepped back.

"Oh, Girl!" he exclaimed.

He picked up the camera and took one more picture, my hair wild around my head, my arms tied to my body, my feet and ass hanging off the bed, and his cum dripping out of me.

Derrick released me from my knotted bondage. He rubbed my arms and hands and kissed my face and lips. We lay down, spooned together on his bed. I could feel his cock, hot and wet between my ass cheeks. He cupped my breasts in his hands and kissed the back of my neck.

He said, "That was the best damn Christmas present I've ever had!"

*****

During those weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas when Derrick and I were investigating my interests and limits in the bedroom, lots of things were going on outside of the bedroom. I finished up my high school classes and my dad held a small graduation party for me. Dad's girlfriend, Connie, helped me decide on an online college. And Derrick, who had not forgotten the drunk creep at the party, signed both of us up for karate lessons at the Rec Center, to start after the new year.

At out first class, I was told that it was not karate, but Tae Kwon Do. Tae Kwon Do being a better martial art for women since it emphasizes the stronger leg muscles. I was happy to see several other girls and women in the class.




Paradise Bound Ch. 03



We heard a bit of the history and philosophy of Tae Kwon Do and were introduced to our instructors. We also were issued our white uniforms and belts. 

Derrick came to pick me up for our second class. As he re-tied my belt I noticed his. It was brown.

"Derrick, why are you wearing a brown belt? I know you got a white one just like mine."

"Well," he said, sheepishly, "I've had over a year's training in Tae Kwon Do."

I smacked him on the arm. "Derrick! You let me believe you'd be learning it all along with me!"

"In my defense, it has been ten years since I stopped training. I'm sure I've forgotten everything."

"Yeah, right!" I snorted.

Our second class passed in a blur of stretches and kicks. I had a natural grace and strong legs due to my years of dance training; however these movements were quite different. They required my concentration to the point that I forgot about Derrick standing behind me and ogling my ass. By the time the hour was up, I felt like I'd had a good workout.

Over the next several weeks, Derrick was really good about encouraging me and helping me practice. I was feeling good about the progress that I was making. At his place one afternoon, Derrick was going to help me practice the first form. I told him that I must be doing pretty well since Master Kim calls everyone's attention to me.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, sure," he said.

I noted his patronizing tone and looked at him skeptically. "Well, then why else does he do it?"

"Pari, Kitten, Baby—he's hoping your uniform'll fall off. Just like every other damn man in the place!"

"What!" I screeched.

"Naked Tae Kwon Do. Now there's a thought!" Derrick waggled his eyebrows at me. I couldn't help it—I had to laugh.

Derrick pulled off his uniform and tied his belt around his naked mid-section. He looked at me as if to say what are you waiting for.

"Derrick, you know we won't get much practicing done this way" I said, even as I stripped off my uniform. I put my belt back on, too.

We started going through the form together, trying desperately to do so seriously. Every time I snuck a glance at Derrick, though, his cock was just a bit bigger. He kept putting his hands on me more and more. When I felt his cock long and hard between my butt cheeks, I lost all enthusiasm for practicing Tae Kwon Do.

I turned around and lifted my face for a kiss. I hugged Derrick, then smoothed my hands up and down his back. His belt was in the way. I broke the kiss to untie the belt and fling it away.

"Yours too," Derrick growled, reaching for my belt. He untied it and pulled hard on one end. It unwrapped itself from me in a whip-like action, ending with a small slapping sound as the other end came away. Derrick didn't fling the belt away, though—instead he looked at it as he felt it with his fingers. Then, he looked at me with that "I've got an idea..." look on his face.

"Oh, no, Derrick!" I laughed and ran from him.

"Oh, yes, Pari!" he ran after me.

I circled the kitchen table and ran back to the living room—but, really, where was I going to go? Derrick caught my arm two steps away. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. Once in the bedroom, he dropped me on the bed then told me to get up on my knees.

I didn't have long to anticipate until I heard and felt the soft cotton of the Tae Kwon Do belt whiz through the air and slap my ass. There was a sting. Derrick swung again and again. He got to where he could make the belt whistle and smack each time. The sound was so loud it made me jump and screech. 

He swung the belt against my back and my thighs, too. I looked in the large mirror over his dresser and saw that my backside was getting pink. I also saw the pre-cum drooling from Derrick's cock.

I was getting really horny. I wanted to ramp things up. I started yelling, "No! Stop!" I turned over on the bed and the belt hit me square on the pussy. I screamed in false agony, but stayed like that so he could hit my pussy again.

After the third swat, I went back to my original plan and started trying to get away. Derrick dropped the belt on the bed and grabbed for me. He pulled on my arm, but I was able to slip away.

I kept yelling, "No! No!" Derrick caught me again. He grabbed both arms this time. I shuddered with desire. He forced me to the bed and forced my hands above my head. I bucked like I wanted to get him off me. God, I was so wet I was sure I'd be swimming in it, soon!

Derrick grabbed the Tae Kwon Do belt and tied my hands to the bed with it. He leaned down and ground his mouth into mine, then twisted a nipple. He got up and left the room.

I knew that he was giving himself time to calm down so he'd last longer, but I was impatient. I kicked the bed and yelled at him, "When I get out of here, you'll pay for this, you fucker!"

He came back in the room with his brown and his white Tae Kwon Do belts. "What makes you think you're getting out of here, Little Girl?" He tied my feet to the bed with the belts, one on each side, so he could stretch my legs apart as far as possible.

I felt my puss completely open to him and his gaze. I felt vulnerable. I felt beautiful.

He fondled my puss for a moment. I groaned it felt so good. But then I remembered the game, and yelled, "No!" again.

Derrick pulled out the ring gag and fitted it to my mouth and head. I still tried to yell no at him. Derrick said, "Oh, you need something filling your mouth before you'll shut up, eh?"

He straddled me on the bed, got into position, and stuck his cock in my mouth through the "O" of the gag. He fucked my face intently, quickly, hitting the back of my throat with his cock over and over again. Drool was filling my mouth and running out when I heard him come.

"Unh, unh, unh!" Derrick pulled out of my mouth and let his cum splash out all over my lips and neck. He slid down my body. He took the cum from my neck and face and rubbed it into the skin of my breasts, repeatedly rubbing my rock hard nipples.

I was non-stop moaning with pleasure and need. I tried to yell, "Derrick, Fuck me, Dammit!" He didn't understand the sounds, but he understood the meaning.

He got up and lay back down between my legs. "You're awfully wet down here," Derrick said as he pushed a finger into me. That was enough to give me a small orgasm, but Derrick had just started. He pushed a second finger in and fucked me while he kissed my pussy. He licked around my engorged clit without touching it. Just that was enough to get me close to coming again.

He sat up and switched hands, fucking me with the fingers of his left hand. He brought the dripping wet fingers of his right hand to his mouth and with a smile, licked them. He put his right hand above me, stopped fucking with his left, and brought his right hand down fast, slapping my pussy. I screamed. He finger fucked me a couple more times, then spanked my pussy again. I screamed again. I felt my orgasm build. He fucked then spanked again and my orgasm hit. This time, I couldn't scream—I couldn't move. My body bowed up as much as the belts let it as my cunt clenched down spasmodically on Derrick's fingers.

It felt like forever until my body began to relax and Derrick could remove his fingers. 

Derrick removed the belts from my arms and legs and tossed them aside. He moved my legs together and my arms down to my side—I certainly couldn't have done it! He rolled me to my side and slid into the bed behind me. He kissed the side of my face and my neck and shoulder. I could feel him shifting around behind me and then I felt his cock slide into my pussy.

"Just lay still, Kitten."

He continued to kiss me as he fucked me slowly and gently from behind. The gentle rocking motion as he fucked me was so soothing. I may have fallen asleep. The next thing I knew, I heard a long, low groan from Derrick as the rocking motion became jerky, then stopped. I felt his warm cum then his cock as it slid out of me.

I heard his sweet sexy voice whisper in my ear. It said, "Your mother named you well, Paradise, because fucking you sends me there every time!"

I giggled.



Paradise Bound Ch. 04



25 days to paradise

I awoke in the morning on Saturday having slept exceptionally well. My balls felt free. My scrotum relaxed. A hint of pussy lingered on my face. Maybe it was this subtle aroma therapy that made my sleep so sound, or maybe it was having completely drained my testicles in my various sexcapades this past week. I rolled over and snuggled against my wife's warm naked body. 

"Good morning my love", I whispered to Carol.

"Mmm, good morning."

Carol snuggled back against me and wrapped one of her arms around mine.

"Did you sleep well?" I queried.

"Mmm hmmm. How could I not. Did you?"

"Like a worn out puppy."

My wife wiggled and squirmed, rolling over to face me. She wrapped her left arm over me, slipped her left leg between mine and wrapped her right hand around my cock.

"And how's my little love puppy felling this morning?"

Carol snuggled her head into my chest. I felt the blood slowly filling my penis.

"Well rested and ready for the day." I replied.

"Mmm Do you want to change that to 'and ready to go'?" my wife tried to correct me.

Her soft holding of my cock had turned to gentle tugs and twists. My body was saying yes, my mind was saying "again? I'm not sure we can do this again.'

Carol tilted her head up and kissed me.

""good morning my puppy" she said again. "Is that pussy I smell on your lips? Mmm, it smells good. Did you enjoy your pussy dessert last night my little puppy dog? I think it's time we wake up, don't you?"

Carol kissed me again then threw back the sheets and blankets. She kissed my neck and shoulders. She slowly worked her way down my body stopping to kiss and suck on my nipples. Her hands left my cock and she started dragging her nails across my skin any where she could reach. Carol reached my cock with her hot morning mouth, picking it up by the head with only her mouth, her hands continuing to scratch awake the rest of my body.

Carol gave wonderful blow jobs. When we first met it wasn't her favorite activity in bed but over the years she learned to love sucking cock and it showed.

Carol held just the head on my cock in her mouth. She applied pressure by sucking rather strongly. She massaged the head with her tongue, increasing my pleasure by varying the intensity of her sucking. Finally she started working my shaft into her mouth, coating as much as could with her hot saliva. Her hands continued softly scratching my skin.

Carol moved her self from between my legs, setting up camp beside me.

"I think my puppy is waking up." Carol murmured peering down at my erect lingam. She placed her right hand around my shaft and pulled it down against my belly. She placed her lips on my shaft and began sliding her mouth along its full length. At the bottom she would take one testicle into her mouth. Suck it and roll it around then travel back up the full length of my shaft giving my head another firm suck. On her next journey down Carol would take the other testicle into her mouth so it didn't feel left out.

I caressed my wife's back and ass and finally reaching her pussy sliding my fingers along her slippery slit. I pulled myself around with my head beside my wife's knee, my hands now sliding from under her massaging her clit and probing her vagina. Carol had resumed sucking my cock trying her best to take as much into her mouth as she could. Even though she couldn't deep throat me as my new little tanning salon lover could, Carol's oral techniques had plenty of merits. Her moans of appreciation from my massaging of her clit and pussy vibrated down my shaft, tickling my balls. Carol's pussy was slick with her nectar. Her clit felt hard under my fingers making it easy to manipulate and stimulate. I could tell my wife was enjoying my handy work. Her sucking had become slower at times, her focus being diverted to her own pleasure.

I grabbed Carol's leg with my free hand. Carol stopped sucking my cock and looked at me. "Does my puppy want his breakfast now?" she asked lifting her leg over my head and positioning her pussy over my face. My wife's constant puppy references were setting a theme in my mind. I grabbed a pillow cramming it under my head so my lover could more comfortably make her luscious pussy available to my mouth. It also allowed this puppy to service his alpha-bitch's pleasure zone without his neck tiring before the job was done.

We sucked and licked in our writhing 69, humming and moaning our way towards our morning orgasms. Carol suddenly sat up, my nose burying itself in her sumptuous ass. Carol held my cock stroking it moaning "Oh yes. Oh yes." She squeezed my cock and rode my face through her sunrise climax.

I allowed her a moment to calm down then pushed her hips up and slid out from under her.

"This little doggie wants his turn now my love", I suggested to my wife. 

She took my hint precisely as I intended. Carol turned around facing the bottom of the bed and grabbed hold of the foot board. She raised her ass in the air, her shiny pussy opening before me waiting to be probed. I knelt between Carol's legs, my cock pointing the way to K9 paradise. My cock penetrated Carol, the intensity of the heat in her pussy engulfing every inch of my rod as it slid deeper and deeper into her. I locked my hands on her flared hips driving in and out of my beautiful wife. Deeper and faster my thrusts became, increasing in intensity with the rising pressure in my balls. I grunted and emptied my load into my wife's steaming pussy. We collapsed on the bed together in a heap of sweating satisfied human flesh and echoing choruses of "Oh god. Oh god." We kissed and touched each other lightly, smiling, panting and recouping.

We rolled out of bed once our faculties had normalized themselves and we finished congratulating each other on our fabulous morning love-making. We roamed around the house naked. In the kitchen Carol got the coffee started then headed for the shower. I put together some breakfast and poured the coffee when it was ready. I delivered coffee and scones to Carol as she finished drying herself off.

She greeted my delivery with a "Thanks love."

She squeezed my cock and kissed me on the lips. "My little puppy was a real stallion this morning. I can't wait to ride my stallion again in Jamaica in one of our favorite hideaways."

"Me too," I replied setting down the tray of breakfast and stepping into the shower.

After I showered and finished breakfast, I did a few things around the house and headed off to the salon. Carol headed out to get groceries while I tanned.

The parking lot was full and the salon was jammed. People coming and going and some people waiting for their favorite machine. An attractive woman my age greeted me when I arrived.

"Can I help you?"

"I have an orientation scheduled for 11:00."

"Mr. Hampstead?"

"Yes. That's me."

"Okay, your orientation is with Stephanie. She has you booked for an 8 minute session; make that a 16 minute session. Let me get Stephanie for you."

The lady left and returned in a few minutes with Stephanie.

"Hello Mr. Hampstead." Stephanie greeted me as she would any new customer. "Are you ready to begin your orientation?"

"Yes I am Stephanie. Lead the way."

"We'll start here at the front desk Mr. Hampstead. This is where we maintain your account and where you can purchase moisturizer, goggles and blah blah blah."

My mind warped to sex. So once again I wasn't listening to anything Stephanie was saying. Stephanie was wearing a tight white polo shirt with the salon logo jutting out at me from her left breast. Her ass was covered by a very short loosely pleated skirt, school-girlish in its appearance. I swear I could smell her pussy aroma filling the air around her and being buffeted to me by the slowly spinning ceiling fans. I felt my cock growing in my pants. How could this be after the great sex I had with my wife this morning and all the sex I had had this week? I tried to stop thinking about Stephanie's tight pussy. I looked at her face. Her mouth was moving, words were coming out and all I could think about was how well she sucked my cock with her full moist lips. I stepped towards the counter trying to hide my growing erection from the busy staff and waiting customers.

"... some of the machines now." "Mr Hampstead?"

Stephanie's boss looked up. "Mr. Hampstead? Stephanie will show you some of the machines now and give you a demo on the one you've been assigned to for your session today."

"Huh, yeah. Okay Stephanie. That would be great."

"Follow me please."


We walked down the hall. Stephanie stopped at a few rooms that were occupied talking about the machines inside.

"Here's a room I can show you Mr. Hampstead." Stephanie literally pulled me into the room and closed the door behind me.

"Kiss me." Stephanie said standing on her toes, tilting her head up to meet my lips, grabbing my swollen cock through my pants. We kissed.

"I've been dying to do that ever since I saw you," I told my little lover.

"Me too," Stephanie whispered.

She returned to her staff persona. Stephanie turned toward the machine. It was a stand up model.

"So you put your feet where the little foot prints are on the floor, here and here." Stephanie bent down from the waist, her legs perfectly straight., touching the floor, her short skirt riding up over her ass, revealing to me that she was not wearing any underwear. I walked over to her and slid my hand over her bare pussy lips.

Stephanie responded with a low soft, "MMMM".

Stephanie stood up and leaned against me reaching around her back to squeeze my cock once again. I wrapped an arm around her midriff reaching up with my hand to squeeze her plump tits. My other hand slid between her legs which Stephanie kindly parted giving me access to her quickly moistening pussy.

"I wish we could fuck right now Stephanie."

Stephanie didn't say anything. She grabbed my hand. Brushed her other hand over the front of her skirt making sure it didn't reveal her nakedness underneath. She led me out of the room we were in, down the hall and into the room with the "mattress" tanning bed. She closed the door behind me and locked it.

"Be quiet and just listen," Stephanie whispered "Don't say anything, just follow my lead. Get your shirt off."

"Now Mr. Hampstead." Stephanie began. She tugged at my belt while I removed my shirt. "This is our most comfortable tanning bed but it takes twice as long because you only tan one side at a time. " Stephanie had my pants undone and had me stepping out of them. My cock was at full attention pointing directly at its intended target.

"Halfway through you will hear an alarm and the machine will rise. That's your cue to turn over. You can take as much time as you need. If you need to re-apply some moisturizer that's fine, the machine will wait.'

Stephanie was on her knees in front of me removing my shoes and pants and stroking my cock every chance she got

"When you get back in the machine you just push the start button again and the machine will tan your other side. Some people actually fall asleep in this machine. If you're taking longer than we think you should and if we hear the machine has shut off we will knock on the door to make sure everything is okay and that you're awake. Now Mr. Hampstead I need you to slowly repeat everything I just told you so I know you understand how the machine works. Okay?"

"Okay."

With that Stephanie took my cock in her mouth and started sucking me while I tried to repeat what she had told me. My shower fantasy the night before was actually happening. My cock quickly grew to fill Stephanie's hungry mouth though I wasn't sure there was any semen left in my balls to satisfy her thirst.

"This is your most comfortable machine but it takes twice as long because you only tan one side at a time." I stopped and luxuriated in the sweet blow job I was receiving.

Stephanie stopped, looked up at me and prompted my recitation "Continue please".

"oh yeah" and her mouth was back around my cock. There were people walking around and talking. Doors were opening and closing. I looked up and realized the walls didn't go all the way to the ceiling.

"umm, the machine stops half way through so you can turn over." God this blow job felt so good. "umm... mmmm... ohhhhh mmmmmm, uhhh yeah," I was having a difficult time concentrating and recalling what Stephanie had said given the wonderful sucking I was receiving. " tuhh take all the time you need."

Stephanie stood up and grabbed the moisturizer. She kissed me then whispered "turn around so I can put your moisturizer on your back."

I turned around and Stephanie started rubbing my back. She quickly covered my entire back from head to toe. I figured she was in a hurry to return to the front and assist other customers.

"Okay Mr. Hampstead." Stephanie wasn't whispering now, so anyone walking by or in neighboring rooms could certainly hear her as well. "I'm going to step out of the room so you can get undressed and get ready for your tanning. I'll come by the room every now and then in case you need anything."

Stephanie whispered in my ear again. "Don't move." She walked away from me and I heard the door open then close. I spun around and Stephanie was still in the room. She had the biggest grin on her face. She slid her skirt off and her top, placing them on the stool then tiptoed over to me, grabbed my cock, kissed me and whispered "I've never done this before."

She jumped up on the mattress and motioned for me to join her. Her legs were spread, her pussy wet and glistening. I climbed on top of her. "Fuck me Mr. H.", Stephanie pleaded to me in her huskiest whisper.

My cock slid into her hot pussy. Stephanie reached out and pushed the start button. The tanning lights lowered and stopped just shy of my back. We ground our pelvises together. It was hot under the lights. The fans whirred drowning out our low decibel moans. At least we hoped they did. It was a different kind of fuck not being able to pump away wildly... the way I felt like going at it given the excitement Stephanie had built inside me. Pushing and grinding against each other I could feel Steph's pubic bone trapping my cock inside her hot little love furnace. Hearing people walking around on the other side of the paper thin walls that did not reach to the ceiling just added to my excitement. I wondered how many people had fucked here in the middle of their busiest day. Not many I'm sure.

Stephanie's pussy worked its magic in about 5 minutes. I unloaded a blast of cum deep inside her. Stephanie smiled a big beaming smile.

"This was so exciting. Thank you for being so adventurous Mr. H. The girls won't believe we actually did this in the middle of a Saturday."

Stephanie covered my lips with hers while hundreds of questions raced through my head and the last couple of minutes ticked off the machine.

The girls? What girls? They know we've been fucking in here? Who are these girls? And if they don't know they will. What girls? Girls that work here? Girls at school? What do they already know? Shit man, what's the deal here? Fuck. I could get really screwed. GIRLS!?!?! PLURAL!?!? My mind was screaming.

Needless to say my cock was completely flaccid by the time the alarm sounded for me to turn over. I crawled out of the machine. Stephanie followed rolling out right behind me.

"Girls Stephanie? What girls?" I whispered to Stephanie.

"Oh just some friends of mine Mr. H. They don't know who you are. I would never tell Mr. H. honest. You're just a customer as far as they know. Honest Mr. H."

Stephanie grabbed the moisturizer. She slopped some onto her hands then handed me the tube. "Better rub some on your arms, face and chest Mr. H." Steph started rubbing it on my legs, balls and cock. My mind was still reeling. Somehow though Stephanie's magical hands were bringing life to my softened cock once again.

"Better get in Mr. H."

I turned and climbed into the bed and settled onto a huge wet spot on the sheet. Stephanie pushed the start button for me again and got herself dressed. She kneeled beside my head and talked about what she had told her friends.

Then she explained "You see Mr. H, I decided I would fuck one customer a month at most while I worked here. If I had the chance anyway. Until you came around I hadn't found anyone worth making love with. "

The machine stopped and I rolled out.

"Honest Mr. H. no one will ever know who you are."

I got dressed and Stephanie showed me out to the front.

"How was your orientation Mr. Hampstead?" a voice asked.

I turned to look. It was the attractive older woman who had greeted me when I arrived. Well she was older than Stephanie and the girls who worked in the spa, but probably not older than I was.

"pardon me?" I responded.

"Your orientation. Did Stephanie do a good job showing you around? Were you satisfied with her service?"

"Hmm, satisfied? Oh. Yes. Absolutely. Stephanie was wonderful. Very informative and knowledgeable about so many things. She surprised me more than once with what she was able to share with me today."

Stephanie looked at me quizzically wondering what I meant by my last comment. I would share that with her on my next visit.



Paradise Bound Ch. 04



This story can be read alone, however, I invite you to read the previous chapters. This is the last chapter in Paradise Bound. Thanks go to Hank Dolworth and EdwardMidweston for their advice, but any errors are mine. Thank you, readers, for any and all votes or comments!

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The end of March marked six months that Staff Sergeant Derrick Jackson and I had been dating. It was an amazing time for me in many ways: I had graduated from high school in January and was taking online college courses and I was in my first adult relationship. 

Derrick was my first lover. He was a gorgeous man, with an air of danger about him. Over the months that we were lovers, he slowly showed me his dangerous side: he dominated me sexually, tying me up, spanking me, and showing me off.

He encouraged me to investigate my sexual needs and desires, which complimented his so very well. I was so lucky to have such a wonderful lover as my first.

Derrick had been calling me Kitten, Little Girl, or Pari, but after a certain incident involving Tae Kwon Do belts, he often used my full name: Paradise. He said my mom may have been a hippie but she had certainly named me right! As a kid, I didn't like the name, but Derrick always said it in this low, sexy tone that sent chills down my spine. Every time he said it, I knew he was thinking of how good he felt sinking into me. That, of course, made me think of how good it felt to me, too.

Derrick and I had both had a hard couple of weeks in March; he at work, me with the full load (of classes) I was taking online. He told me he had a surprise for me at the end of the month when things lightened up. I begged and pleaded, but he wouldn't tell me what the surprise was. Finally, though, he told me we were going somewhere cold and to pack warm clothes.

As the weather was beginning to warm up where we lived on post in Germany, I assumed he was taking us to the mountains, either north to Scandinavia or south to the Alps. I was partly wrong—he took us east into the Carpathian Mountains of Romania. There were lots of Dracula jokes the whole time!

We stayed in a small private home on the side of a gently sloping, low mountain. Below us was a beautiful blue lake. It was very private and very picturesque. Derrick would only say that he "had a friend" when I asked him how he found out about the lovely place.

We arrived in the late afternoon, bringing groceries and dinner with us. Derrick got a fire started and we lazed on the floor in front of it, eating a picnic dinner and drinking Romanian Ursus beers. Between the beer and the fire, the room quickly got very warm. We took our sweaters and boots off, but pretty soon, Derrick was looking at me in that way that made me shiver with desire.

He methodically took off his clothes, taking the time to fold each piece and set it aside. I had to lick my lips—I was afraid I was drooling. When he was completely naked he lay down on a quilt on the floor before the fire. He looked at me, one eyebrow raised, and said, "Well?"

I raced to get naked, completely disregarding my clothes as I removed them. Once I was naked, Derrick put out a hand to me. I took it and he gently tugged me down to him. I lay beside him, reveling in the feel of his hot, hard body, the smell of his musk, and most especially the desire I saw in his eyes.

We kissed and touched each other. Derrick swept his hand over my hip and around my ass, up my back and over to my breast. He teased my nipples with his fingers, making them achingly hard. I said Derrick's name as if it were a prayer.

Derrick put both arms around me and hugged me to him. I slipped my leg over both of his and his erection probed for my wet heat. Derrick captured my eyes with his in a look so intense it took my breath away. 

He said, "Paradise, Kitten, I thank God for you everyday. You're my everything. I love you." He dipped to kiss me as my heart thundered in my chest. He'd never said he loved me before.

"Oh, Derrick!" I said, my eyes tearing up. "I love you, too!"

"Then why are you crying?"

"I'm just so happy—my heart is so full."

Derrick smiled at me, a little apprehensively, as he said, "I—I want to give you a ring--when we get back."

"I don't need a ring, Derrick, but if you want to give one to me, I will wear it proudly."

"I do want to give you a ring, Kitten. I want there to be no doubt that you are mine." Derrick leered at me. I giggled.

He went on, "Seriously, I want you to know that I intend to marry you, when you are ready."

I gasped. "Derrick! My god! I had no idea...! I love you and I'd love to marry you—someday. I just—I'm not, not ready for that now."

"I know."

"What if it's a long time 'till I'm ready?"

Derrick waggled his eyebrows at me. "Are you going to let me fuck you in the meantime?"

I laughed and swatted his chest. "Of course!"

Turning serious again, he replied, "Then I'll wait." He kissed me, then, and I felt how much he loved me in that kiss. Time stopped and the earth melted away until there was nothing left but us in the whole universe.

Derrick moved to his back, pulling me on top of him. He moved his hands to cup the globes of my ass. He positioned me just right and entered. The hot, throbbing, stretching fullness made me feel almost giddy with joy.

He moved in and out of me slowly at first, as we continued to pour our hearts out to each other through our kisses. Gradually, Derrick moved faster until he told me to sit up. He moved his hands to my hips as I rode him, helping us move together. He went so much deeper that way. God, it was so good!

We fucked that way, in the firelight, whispering words of love and devotion, until we were both slick with sweat. Derrick slipped a hand down to rub my sweet spot and it was just a moment before I came, my head thrown back, crying out wordlessly, and clenching down on his cock.

I came out of my climax, melting bonelessly across Derrick. I felt him gripping my hips and slamming into me until he, too, cried out, his body tensing, his cock jerking inside me.

We lay like that, spent, catching our breath as the fire began to die and the sweat on our bodies began to dry. I shivered. We got up and showered together, then fell, gratefully, into the lovely soft bed.

The next day, we explored the tiny town of Ruginesti, which sat between the house we were staying at and Lake Izvorul Muntelui below us. We laughed with the Romanians at our method of communication, which primarily depended on hand signals, but sometimes we could find someone who spoke some German or English. I found out that Derrick was quite fluent in German, while my public school German couldn't get me much further than to a bathroom or pub.

We made love that night, as well as sweet memories I still cherish. However, two nights of sweet love-making had Derrick ready for some raunchy fun the next day.

We spent the morning exploring the slope above us, particularly the forested part. We hadn't seen a soul all morning. After lunch, and a brief nap in each other's arms, I packed our lunch stuff up into the pack Derrick had been carrying on his back. He stood above me, watching, and when I looked up at him he was wearing an evil grin. I knew right then I was in trouble!

When he pulled his camera out, I knew what kind of trouble. I felt hot and a bit lightheaded, but I knew my puss was dampening, too. So did Derrick.

He positioned me in front of a pine tree and told me to slowly unbutton and remove the flannel shirt I was wearing. I was a little apprehensive about being caught, but I obeyed anyway. As I unbuttoned, I revealed the creamy white slopes of my breasts and the white lace bra encasing them. I pulled the shirt out of my pants and Derrick motioned for me to throw it to him.

Next, he told me to take off my pants while he clicked away. I had to take my boots off and put them back on, so that I was standing there in my hiking boots and socks, wearing nothing but a white lace bra and matching panties. The chill in the air raised goose pimples on my skin and tightened up my nipples. Derrick noticed and motioned me to follow him to a small clearing. The sun was streaming through the trees and the first few wildflowers were blooming. It was beautiful, but Derrick said, "No, you're beautiful!"

Being in the sun was enough to keep the chill off, so I was more comfortable. Derrick posed me several different ways. I was having fun dampening my panties, watching Derrick begin to get hard, and thinking about watching the photos on his laptop, later.

I knew it was coming and still I gasped when he said to take off the bra. My hands shook as I reached behind me to undo the clasp. I shrugged my shoulders out of the straps, but held the cups to me. I pleaded with Derrick silently, but he frowned and shook his head. I let my hands fall to my sides as the bra fell to the ground. My nipples hardened again.

I looked down at my own breasts thrusting out from my chest, nipples taut, and a wave of lust whipped through me. I reached one hand down to my panties and rubbed my puss through the lace. I squeezed a nipple with the other hand. I looked up at Derrick and was gratified to see the hardness of his cock outlined in his jeans.

I started to pull my boots off so I could take my panties off when Derrick said to wait. He took a knife out of his pocket and approached me. I stilled as one quick movement to my left and one to my right took care of my panties. The scrap of lace fell away from my body.

Derrick said, "Don't worry—I'll buy you new ones."

Derrick continued taking pictures while I stood there, naked but for my boots. He told me to go back to touching myself. I squeezed my breasts and plucked my nipples. I ran my hands down my body and dipped a finger into my wetness. I spread my juices. I slid my fingers up and down, in and out of my lips. I centered the heel of my palm over my clit, grinding in a circular motion. My fingers curled up into my opening.

Derrick put the picnic blanket down and told me to sit on it, legs spread wide. I went back to masturbating—I was not far from coming. I finger-fucked myself with one hand while I rubbed my clit with the other. Derrick's cock was so hard from watching me that he had to unzip his jeans and pull it out. Being outside, seeing Derrick's cock, and hearing the sounds of appreciation he was making as he watched and photographed me quickly brought me to a shattering climax. I spasmed around my fingers as I cried out with it.

When I could move again, I pulled my fingers from my body. They trailed my cream along my thigh. I looked Derrick in the eye and put them, one at a time, in my mouth, sucking the cream off.

Derrick growled at me, "You've done it now, Little Girl!" I grinned broadly. He quickly set his camera down. He picked me up and turned me over so I was on all fours. I reached back and guided him into me. He slid in smoothly as far as he could go. I felt the zipper of his jeans poke me. It reminded me that I was completely naked while he still had all of his clothes on. I loved the feelings of naughtiness and vulnerability that always gave me.

He grabbed my hips and slowly pulled almost all the way out. He did that a few times then changed to a blistering fast pace as he fucked me hard. My breasts swung around below me, almost painfully, with the force of Derrick's fucking. Derrick grabbed my hair up and twisted it in one fist. He pulled, forcing my head back. He fondled my extended, arched neck for a moment, then wrapped his whole hand around it. I squealed, "Derrick!" and he moved his hand away from my neck.

He mauled my breast instead, squeezing and pulling it. I moaned, "Unnh!" as I rocked back into him with every stroke. I could hear Derrick saying things like, "I fucking love fucking you!" punctuated by the sounds of slapping flesh.

Derrick grabbed my hips with both hands again, pulling me to him so forcefully my knees left the ground. He slammed into me hard and deep, both of us yelling incoherently. He jerked, then stilled, then gradually let me go. We fell in slow motion to the ground, Derrick part on top of me and part beside me.

I turned to my side and we kissed. Derrick said, "Damn, Little Girl, I can't get enough of you. I just finished fucking you and all I can think of is how much I want to be back inside your sweet, hot pussy."

I felt Derrick's cock twitching against me as he said that. I rocked my hips against him. He moaned and I teased, "I douche with meth so you'll be addicted to it!" He laughed with me, tickling me.

As I caught my breath, he jumped up. He gingerly tucked his cock back in his pants and zipped up. He put his hand out to me and helped me up. I folded the blanket then looked around for my clothes. I saw that Derrick had them.

"Derrick! Can I have my clothes, please?"

"Sure," he said, walking downslope, "as soon as we get back!"

I shrieked in outrage. I looked around again and saw that he had picked up everything but the blanket in my arms. I tried to tie it around me, but it was very thick. Every second step I had to try to re-tie it. Derrick was getting farther and farther away from me, so I pulled it off me with a muttered, "Screw it!" I threw it over my shoulder and ran after Derrick.

I jumped in front of Derrick, the blanket falling off my shoulder. I put my fists up, and, laughing, yelled at him, "You bastard!" I turned, and aimed a kick at him, not intending to hit him.

He grabbed my booted foot easily, then held it aloft. Slowly he raised my foot. I had to hop to readjust my stance so I wouldn't fall. He got my foot about level with my head and commented, "Nice view! A bit messy, though,"referring to his own cum dripping down my thighs.

I tried to get my foot out of Derrick's grasp without falling over. "Let me go!" I yelled.

"What? And give you the chance to kick me again?" He pushed my foot even higher. "Don't you remember what happened the last time you tried naked Tae Kwon Do?"

I squealed in mock outrage, "I tried it?"

Derrick caressed my leg, sending little shivers of pleasure up and down my spine. He kissed a line starting at my ankle and moving up my calf. He let my foot drop down, but still held my upper leg in the air. He kissed down, towards my thigh, then knelt in the grass. He settled my leg over his shoulder and kissed my mons. I put my hands on his head as he steadied me with his hands on my hips and ass. He leaned in and very gently tongued my clit, swiping softly across the top. Soon I was craving a firmer touch and squirming to try to get it. Derrick maintained his light touch, even as I tried to force his head closer. 

When I screamed out, "Derrick!" in my frustration, he slapped my ass and stood up.

"Let's get back to the house," he said.

I stood there looking at him, open-mouthed.

"Hurry up, slowpoke!" Derrick laughed like he'd just told the funniest joke. I groaned and ran to catch up.

Once back at the house, I was able to get Derrick undressed and enticed him into finishing what he'd started outside. We lazed around the rest of the afternoon and then went into Rugenesti for dinner. Derrick got into a long, involved conversation in German with another patron. When he turned back to me, he had a broad smile on his face and told me he had new plans for the next day.

The next morning, I awoke on my side, with Derrick's cock poking through my legs, searching for home. His hips were grinding against my ass and he was rolling my breasts in his hands. As soon as he realized I was awake, he slid into me. He pumped his hips several times, sighing in pleasure. Then he pulled all the way back out and he rubbed his slick cock head all over my sex. He even rubbed it over my asshole.

"Derrick," I squealed, "that's not the right hole!"

"I know what I'm doin', Girl!" He used his cock to gather more of my juices and went back to rubbing over my asshole. He pressed a bit as he rubbed, and said, "Relax!"

"Ordering me to relax isn't going to help, Derrick! You don't really want to do that, do you?"

Derrick chuckled and moved his cock back to my pussy. He said, "Yeah, I really do, but not right now. It'll take lots of preparation."

He went back to playing with my breasts as he fucked me lazily from behind. He continued, "Can you set aside your preconceived notion of 'that' being dirty and gross, and just feel? What feelings did you have when my cock was rubbing your anus?"

It was hard to feel anything at that precise moment but the lovely fullness of Derrick fucking me. However, I thought maybe it had felt good. I didn't want to admit it, though, because the thought of actual anal sex, not just a little rubbing, was very scary.

My silence didn't fool Derrick, though. He chuckled again and said, "Soon, Kitten, soon."

Derrick picked up his pace, fucking me faster and harder. Since we were both on our sides, I slung my leg backwards over his so I had something easier to push back against. I fucked back against Derrick and played with my clit. I felt my orgasm building as I thought about Derrick's promise of "Soon."

Derrick growled and started shooting his cum into me. It was so incredibly sexy listening to him cum that I followed right behind him, arching back into him, moaning my release. As we caught our breath, Derrick tweaked my nipples and little aftershocks coursed through me. I grabbed his hand to still it and pleaded, "Derrick, enough! Please? Hey, didn't you have plans for today. Don't we need to get going?"

Derrick chuckled. "Your clever misdirection is clever. 'Cause we really do need to get going."

We showered and dressed and breakfasted. Then we packed up our things and gave the house a once over to make sure we weren't forgetting anything. 

Derrick had a route over the mountains planned and it wasn't long before we'd made it to our first stop at Probota monastery. It was a beautiful thing, with a traditional, brilliantly painted exterior.

We spent the day traveling from monastery to monastery, taking pictures, and enjoying spending the time together. Our favorite was tiny little Humor monastery. We wandered the grounds in the late afternoon. An easy silence descended. Or at least, I thought it was an easy silence. After several minutes I noticed Derrick had a slight scowl on his face.

I turned to him and smoothed the lines between his eyebrows. I lightly touched his lips then leaned into him. "What's wrong?" I asked.

Derrick hugged me tight. "I have something to tell you that you're not going to like." He took my hand and we walked towards the car. He opened the door for me and helped me in. After sliding into the driver's side, he said, "Kitten, the Army's sending me on a short mission. I have to leave Monday morning."

I was shocked. I mean, I didn't know a lot about the work that Derrick and my Dad did, but I did know they could be gone for weeks at a time. However, at least when Dad went, he always had prepared me as much in advance as he could. He would stock the house with food and arrange for someone to stay with me. Of course, I no longer needed someone to stay with me, but I still needed the emotional preparation. So to hear on Saturday that Derrick was leaving on Monday left me feeling blindsided.

I tried to get as much information from him as I could, but it was all classified. He couldn't tell me where he was going, when he would be back, or even if we could communicate in any way while he was gone.

"I'm sorry I can't tell you any more about it, Kitten. You know how it is, right?"

I nodded, my eyes filled with tears.

"I love you, Paradise. I will come back the second the Army lets me."

"Will you try to call me, or text me, or something?" I tried not to let my voice indicate how close to outright crying I was.

"I will try every chance I get. I don't want you to get your hopes up, 'cause I may not even get any chances. I might not be able to call you until I get back to post."




Paradise Bound Ch. 04



"I understand" I said quietly, the tears finally spilling.

Derrick started the car and we drove on. It was a tense couple of hours until we stopped for the night. Derrick checked us into a small hotel and carried our bags in. I went to our room and went straight to the bed. I felt numb.

Derrick paced the room for a while, then announced he would get our dinner. I'm sure he was trying to escape my silence.

After a light meal, Derrick took a long shower. When he came out of the bathroom, he said, "This is enough pouting, Pari."

He pulled off my boots and socks, then unzipped my jeans. He was working my pants down my legs when he continued, "You've lived with your dad long enough to know how this works, Paradise. Why are you acting like you're shocked?"

He pulled my shirt off. He turned down the bed and led me to it. He urged me to get in and then slid in behind me. He gathered me in his arms and pulled me snug to him, our bodies touching as much as possible. I finally began to feel again.

I sighed heavily. "That's what I needed, Derrick. I needed you to hold me."

He put his chin over my shoulder and kissed my cheek.

"I don't want to go away with an argument as the last thing between us. I want to go away with beautiful memories of you in this beautiful place."

"I'm sorry, Derrick. You're right--I do know how it works. No more pouting, I promise." I turned over and kissed him. "I love you so much, Derrick. I am gonna miss you like crazy while you're gone!"

I kissed his chest and brushed my fingers over his nipples, then skimmed them lower. I followed the contours of his belly down to his lengthening cock. "Let's make another beautiful memory, Baby."

I followed my fingers with my mouth, kissing down towards Derrick's cock. I wanted Derrick to know how much I loved him. I wanted him to feel my love through my mouth on his beautiful cock. I kissed the tip, then licked my lips. I licked his cock like it was a lollipop. I slipped my mouth around the head of his cock and sucked. He palmed my tit and I groaned. I slid my mouth down his cock and back up, a little farther down each time, sucking and tonguing.

I kept thinking about showing Derrick how much I loved him and that I had given him a blow job many times before. It didn't seem to be enough. I remembered back to that morning. It wasn't the first time that Derrick had touched my asshole during sex, but it was the first time that he'd said anything about it. All the other times I had put down to accidental touches. If I told him he could fuck me in the ass, maybe then he'd know how much I loved him, how much I trusted him. I was scared of it, but I did truly trust Derrick completely. If he thought he could do it and not hurt me--or even make me like it--then I was going to put myself in his hands.

I gave Derrick's cock one last hard suck then slid my mouth all the way up and off his cock. I sat back on my heels, one hand touching Derrick on the thigh, the other resting on my own thigh. Derrick started to reach for me, but I tilted my head and said, "Derrick, baby, I want you to know exactly how much I love you, before you go. I want you to feel that I am yours, completely. I want you to--to go ahead and--to fuck my ass." I finished on a whoosh.

Derrick chuckled, then stilled when he looked me in the eyes. "You're serious, Kitten?"

I nodded. He picked up my hand and cradled it in both of his. He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. He looked at me with such love, my heart felt full. He smiled and said, "Thank you, Kitten, but I'm not prepared for that now. Nor are you." He pulled me to him and kissed me, passionately. "But we can start preparing you," he said with a smile.

"How do we do that?" I was somewhat relieved and somewhat disappointed.

He tugged me into the bathroom and we got into the shower. He soaped me up all over, paying close attention to my breasts then to my puss. He turned me away from him, then, and soaped my back and down to my ass. I consciously reminded myself to relax. He lovingly washed the globes and the cleft of my ass. I was definitely getting aroused.

He set the washcloth and soap aside and turned off the water with one hand while continuing to rub back and forth along the line from my ass to my clit with the other. Every time he passed my anus, he paused there to circle it, or to press a little harder there. My breathing was beginning to accelerate.

Derrick squatted behind me and told me to lean forward. "Now reach behind you and grab your cheeks. Open yourself for me." Derrick's voice had gotten husky.

I felt kind of embarrassed, but did as Derrick asked. I was surprised when the next touch I felt was not on my ass but on my clit. Derrick reached around my hip and put gentle pressure on my clit with the palm of his hand. He used his fingers to play along my lips. Once again, I relaxed.

Derrick then leaned in and began kissing my ass--the globes, first, then at the top of my ass crack. He stuck his tongue out and began short, delicious licks moving slowly down the crack. When he got to my anus, he began moving a finger into my cunt, while he licked my anus repeatedly, using gradually more pressure. I moaned in delight. I didn't know whether to press back onto his tongue or forward onto his finger.

Derrick added a second finger to my cunt. He fucked me harder and faster with them while he pressed his palm on my clit harder, grinding slightly in a circle. My moans of pleasure got louder and higher.

On my anus, Derrick replaced his tongue with a finger, circling, pressing. He popped his finger into my ass, just past the first sphincter, as I began keening out my orgasm. He fucked my ass shallowly with one finger through the whole of my orgasm. After it subsided, I felt like I would fall, but Derrick was there, holding me up, holding me to him, whispering words of praise.

He carried me to bed and laid down beside me. I felt his rock hard cock pushing into my thigh, and offered, "Derrick, my god, that was hot! But it's your turn now, isn't it?"

He groaned and jumped up. "Show me that beautiful ass again, Kitten," he commanded. I hopped up on my knees and and turned my ass to him, walking backwards on all fours until my knees were close to the edge of the bed. I leaned down on my chest and shoulders and reached back to pull apart my ass cheeks again. Derrick stuck two fingers into my cunt and gathered up my juices. He spread them across my anus. Then he stuck his thumb in my cunt several times, getting it nice and wet.

He entered my pussy with his cock, and it felt so wonderful. I began pushing back into him, with him, fucking myself with his cock as much as he was fucking me. We fucked hard and deep and I concentrated on that, even as I was aware of his thumb playing with my anus. He circled it and stroked it, then slowly entered it. He rested his thumb just inside while he continued to fuck my pussy. As we both began building towards coming, he gently, slowly, fucked my ass with his thumb.

Derrick picked up speed with his thumb and his cock, and then I went over the edge, yelling wordlessly, arching my back, squeezing his cock and his thumb in a monstrous orgasm. Derrick fucked me through my orgasm then he, too, came, growling out his satisfaction, filling me with his hot cum.

I slid across the bed, breathing heavily. Derrick went and washed his hands then brought a warm washcloth and gently washed my puss and ass. I was exhausted and only vaguely remember hearing Derrick moving around for a few more minutes. Then he laid down beside me and I went immediately to sleep.

I awoke the next morning to Derrick standing over me, smiling. He was dressed and was holding out a cup of coffee and a pastry to me. I sat up, the covers falling to my hips. His smile got wider.

"Don't tempt me, Little Girl, we got to get back." He turned away from me and said, "I've got packing and stuff to finish up."

I lost my smile at this reminder of his imminent departure. However, I knew he undoubtedly had a lot to do and I didn't want to be a drag on his time or energy, so I pasted the smile back on my face and grabbed up the breakfast. I dressed and ate and we were out to the car in record time.

I tried to maintain an upbeat and pleasant conversation all the rest of the way home. When we pulled up in front of my house, though, I turned to Derrick, puzzled. "I figured I would come and help, Babe."

He opened the car door for me and picked up my bags. We walked to the door and he said, "I'm sorry, Paradise, but I need to put myself into the right frame of mind, and I wouldn't be able to do that with you around. And that's a compliment, by the way."

He gave me a sad smile. I stood on tiptoes and kissed him. I caressed his face and said, "I love you and I understand and I miss you already. Hurry back to me, okay?" I kissed him again, a long, soulful kiss that he returned with as much feeling as I was giving him.

Long minutes later, he stepped back. He said, "I love you with everything that I am, Paradise. You know that, right?"

I nodded, trying to stop the tears from falling. "I have to go, my sweet Paradise."

Derrick turned quickly and walked back to the car. By the time he had gotten in the car and looked up at me, I was able to offer him a smile and a wave. I stood there on the door stoop watching his car drive away.

I don't really remember the rest of the day. I'm sure I unpacked and did laundry and all, but the next thing I remember is waking to the dark night. I was in bed, naked, and a familiar body was standing over me, silently removing his clothes. I was mostly sure I was still asleep and dreaming, until he leaned over and kissed me.

The familiar taste of my lover's mouth on mine reassured me that I was truly awake. "Derrick," I exclaimed on a sigh. He slid into bed with me and caressed and kissed every inch of me. I felt like he was memorizing me.

He rose above me and slid his cock home. He pumped his hips in a slow but constant motion. I was aroused, inflamed, devastated by him. I cried out his name again as I came. Derrick threw his head back in a soundless cry of sweet agony and I felt his cum fill me up.

We both lay there for a moment, breathing heavily. I turned to him to kiss him, but he was already rising from the bed. He quickly threw his clothes back on, motioning to me not to get up. When he was dressed again, he leaned over the bed and took my mouth in a bruising kiss. He pulled back and looked at me, an unfathomable expression on his face. He kissed me again, achingly sweetly this time and then walked out.

When I woke up Monday morning, my pussy felt well-used. I stretched languidly, smiling. I glanced over to the clock and saw that it was a few minutes after 9. Everything came rushing back to me in an instant and I cried out, my heart breaking. I knew it was pointless that late in the morning, but I grabbed up my phone and desperately dialed Derrick's number. It went straight to voicemail.

I decided to try to distract myself with school. I pulled up my Freshman Comp. class on the laptop and began reading. Many hours later, I was in the kitchen working on spaghetti sauce when Dad came in.

"How's my girl?" he asked, pecking me on the cheek.

"I'm okay,"I said. "I've been doing school and stuff around here and trying not to think about Derrick being gone for who knows how long."

"Then you don't want to read this note from Derrick, I guess...."

"Dad! Gimme!" I yelled, laughing, and reached for the note which Dad was holding above his head. He teased me with it for a minute, then gave in and gave it to me. I went to my room to read it.

My Sweet Paradise,

I've just come from your bed and I know I should be sleeping, but I couldn't until I had told you one more time how much I love you. I'm sorry I didn't say it a million times while I was in your arms just now, but I knew I would not be able to say I love you and goodbye in the same breath.

Thank you for giving me the gift of those moments in your arms--actually for the gift of ALL the moments I've spent in your arms. You are the best thing to ever happen to me and I just hope to god I made sure you know that!

Please don't be too sad while I'm gone. I want to picture your beautiful smiling face! And before we both know it, I'll be back to smother you in kisses. And maybe chocolate sauce. Okay, definitely chocolate sauce!

I love you, Kitten. Forever and always.

Derrick



Paradise Bound Ch. 05



It was Monday before I knew it. I had another unproductive day at work thinking of nothing more than fucking my little tanning hostess. I did manage to run out at lunchtime and purchase some lube and have it gift wrapped. Just in case my teenaged fantasy was ready to journey to the Greek islands tonight. 

I got things ready for my session with Stephanie when I arrived at home. I transferred the lube from my briefcase to my little bag of tanning supplies. After dinner I sat and pretended to do some work. At 9:00 my wife reminded it was tanning night and not to be late again.

"Yes dear. Just a couple of things to finish up and then I will be on my way."

I tapped on the keyboard as if I was doing something then exited the program I was using without doing a save.

"On my way hon. Will you be in bed when I return?"

"Probably. I have an early meeting tomorrow morning so I want to get to bed shortly."

I kissed my wife and wished her "pleasant dreams."

I arrived at the salon. The OPEN sign was still illuminated and all the lights were on. I got out of the car and noticed a few other cars parked nearby.

When I opened the door I could hear Stephanie talking in the back explaining one of the machines to someone. I sat down in the waiting area. I could also hear some fans running. I wasn't familiar with the sounds of the salon to know how many and which machines were operating. I picked up a magazine and started flipping pages.

I heard a door in the back open. An attractive young woman in her mid-twenties came out of the back. I glanced up as she walked by and nodded a silent hello. She returned the pleasantry and offered a smile. She had a slightly noticeable tan, was wearing a short winter jacket over a soft looking turtleneck sweater. Her bomber jacket allowed her tight jeans to show off her fine legs and ass. Before I could take in all the details of her form she had exited the building.

Stephanie appeared from the back leading a new customer at the end of tour. Stephanie was wearing a light pink polo shirt that clung to her curves and the shortest white shorts. From the front her shorts highlighted the gap at the top her delicious thighs where her sweet pussy was nestled. From the back the white cotton was just long enough to cover her rounded buttocks but not long enough to fall back to her thighs, so the material sat out away from her body. I imagined sliding my hands up under the white cotton and cupping her perfect round ass in my hands while our lips met and our tongues danced. My cock began filling space in my pants.

"Hello Mr. Hampstead. I will be with you in a moment," Stephanie announced in her most pleasant full-on customer service voice.

"Hello Stephanie. I don't mind the wait." My cock continued to grow responding to the vivid images my mind was churning out.

Stephanie returned her focus to the new customer, a woman I would guess to be around 30. Beautiful dark hair and eyes to match. She had gorgeous features and body that I would guess was sculpted by either yoga or Pilates. I heard another machine start-up in the back. I was a little surprised and little disappointed that we weren't alone. I guessed Stephanie and I wouldn't be making noisy love tonight.

"Mr. Hampstead, would you mind talking with Ms. Grey about our services? I'm sure she will find it more believable coming from a customer than from an employee."

"Sure Stephanie."

I stood up and walked to the counter.

"What would you like to know Ms. Grey?" I asked.

"I guess I just want to know if you're happy with service here. If you find it clean? If you think you get good value for your money?"

"I can give you an emphatic yes to all those questions. I've only been coming here for a couple of weeks and the service is way beyond my expectations."

"How so? Ms. Grey asked.

Stephanie was silent I'm sure wondering what I was about to say.

"I don't know. I kind of expected a nonchalant attitude from the employees. You know, like I would walk in and they would kind of wave a hand and say 'Take whatever room is vacant, and call me if you have any questions.' Every visit I get escorted to my room. I get asked if I'm familiar with the machine. I get a brief overview even if I say yes. They always ask if I was satisfied with my session. They just seem to care and to pay attention to your needs. If fact they seem to anticipate your needs at times. I have yet to leave unsatisfied."

Stephanie grinned and dropped her head. A bit of a blush colored her cheeks.

"Are there services you expected to receive but haven't?"

My mind was saying 'Anal sex. I haven't had anal sex yet with Stephanie, but I'm kind of hoping that will change tonight as soon as you and everyone else get their asses out of here.' But instead I said...

"Let me see. I have to think about that one. The service has been so good that I haven't thought about what I haven't received. "

"Well that's good I suppose."

"Yeah, I mean they have done things like helped with applying moisturizer so I knew what I was doing. If you're nice to Stephanie she may even apply it on your back for you if she's not too busy."

I caught Ms. Grey glance at Stephanie and subtly eye her up and down.

"Wow, that's a nice add on that I haven't received at other salons," Ms Grey added. 

"Well, we're not really supposed to do that, but you know, how are people supposed to do it themselves?" Stephanie asked rhetorically. "I have done it for one or two customers. I'm not sure you should have shared that Mr. Hampstead."

"I'm sorry Stephanie. I didn't know."

"I think all salons should offer that service. It just makes sense don't you think. If you do it for me Stephanie, I will keep it our little secret," Ms. Grey added.

Stephanie looked at me as if to say 'Thanks a lot Mr. H.' and replied, "Sure. I guess I can help you with that when I'm here and it's not too busy."

I continued, "And they have let me shower once or twice because I came straight from work at the end of the day. Hmmm. Well, this will sound silly, but there is one thing. The salon has all these great posters of sunshine destinations. And each room, whether planned or not, seems to have a destination theme, the Caribbean, South Pacific, Florida and when I get in the tanning bed and feel the heat from the lamps, I close my eyes and dream of those places."

I looked directly at Stephanie as I continued, "The one place I haven't been able to visit when I'm here is one of the most beautiful destinations the world has ever known."

"Where would that be Mr. Hampstead?" Stephanie asked.

I fixed my gaze on Stephanie's eyes and smiled, "Why Greece of course." Stephanie's eyes widened a little and her jaw dropped just a bit. "A Greek Island adventure is truly remarkable. And dare I say your first journey there is one of the most sensually awakening experiences of your life. It will be forever memorable as a moment you advanced to higher level of awareness. It will open up new sensations and free your spirit for the rest of your days. A journey to Greece will stimulate all your nerve endings taking you to heights you never realized existed. And the only thing you will be able to think about after that is 'when can I return to this magical place'."

"It sounds almost religious," Stephanie said hoping to end the discussion.

"Hmm, I was thinking it sounded sexual actually," Ms. Grey replied and everyone laughed.

I looked back at Stephanie "So what do you think Stephanie, do you have a room I can use tonight that will take me on a journey to Greece?"

"Well Mr. Hampstead, let me finish assisting Ms. Grey and then I will do my best to find you your trip to Greece. It sounds so wonderful I may even invite myself along for the ride if you wouldn't mind."

We all laughed again and I thought 'Touché Stephanie. Touché.' And my cock fattened knowing my love mate was onboard with my vacation planning.

"Sure Stephanie finish helping Ms. Grey and then we will fly to Greece together. Ms. Grey, I'm sure you will have a wonderful experience here. Do you have any more questions for me?"

"Just one. If I didn't know better I would swear you two are flirting with each other. Can I come to Greece with you as well?"

I laughed and glanced down at Ms. Grey's tight ass and thought what a delicious journey that would be for both of us. "Flirting?!" I said trying to sound astonished and I laughed again. "Well, if it sounded like we were flirting, that's probably just a result of how comfortable they make you feel here. And Greece? Anytime you want to take a trip to Greece with us I'm sure we can find room in our little party, don't you think Stephanie?"

Stephanie laughed a nervous laugh, "Sure Ms. Grey, like we could ever really go to Greece together. So, Ms. Grey, are you interested in signing up with us tonight?"

"Sign me up Stephanie and be sure to pay Mr. Hampstead his commission before he leaves tonight. It was his beautiful descriptive commentary that convinced me to join your salon. That and the idea that someone here will apply my moisturizer on my back before my session. I'm Charlene by the way," Ms. Grey said turning toward me extending a hand.

"Tom. I'm Tom. It's a pleasure to meet you" And we shook hands.

"Well Tom, anytime you want to share one of your dreams about a sunny destination during one of my tanning sessions, just let me know. I'm sure it would make my session more pleasurable."

Turning to Stephanie she added "You really should consider renting him out Stephanie. I'm sure you have many customers that would love to hear Tom's dreams while they were tanning."

"Sure. I will talk with the owner about your idea Ms. Grey. Shall we get you registered now?"

"Okay, but why don't you get Tom set up on his trip to Greece before we get started."

"That's okay Stephanie. You finish with Ms. Grey first. I'm in no hurry."

I returned to the waiting area and picked up a magazine I pretended to read. The last customer came out from the back. I really have to hang out here more I thought. A gorgeous young Asian woman breezed by me wearing jeans and short winter coat. Another great ass I thought. Long dark hair. Great smile. Short tight body.

"Good night Stephanie." She yelled over her shoulder.

"Good night Tasha. Thanks for helping out tonight. See you Saturday."

Another employee I wondered. Wow. Are there any articles in this salon on how many times a week you can safely tan in one of these machines? I returned my gaze to Ms. Grey's tight body and imagined being behind her in yoga class while she was doing a downward dog. 

"Back in a moment Mr. Hampstead." Stephanie announced walking by me to lock the door and turn off the neon Open sign. "Ms. Grey is going to do a session now. I will get her setup and then come back so you can start your vacation in Greece."

Her Greece reference sounded a little stilted, I couldn't tell if that was sarcasm or a bad delivery of a attempt at flirting by a young woman or a young woman both excited and worried at the prospect of having her ass probed by a cock sometime in the next sixty minutes.

"Sure Stephanie. I will be right here."

Stephanie led Charlene to a room in the back. She returned, angrily throwing a towel at me and whispering "Thanks a lot."

"What? What did I do?"

"And if you're nice to Stephanie she will even rub moisturizer on your back for you."

Stephanie continued walking towards me.

"What? I didn't think you would mind. She does have a nice body."

"You think so? Then fine, you go and rub moisturizer on her back tonight." Stephanie punched me in the shoulder. "Go and have your shower and meet me in room 4. I have to go and moisturize Ms. Grey's back for her. And what's this about trips to Greece. Did you really think you were fooling anyone? Geesh."

"What?" I asked again shrugging my shoulders in an exaggerated manner. I stood up, grabbed my bag and headed for the shower. Stephanie led the way, her butt cheeks peeking out at me from beneath her little shorts.

Stephanie opened the door to room 2 where she had taken Charlene. My hard on and I continued to the shower.

I undressed and stepped into the shower thinking about ass fucking Stephanie and bending Charlene over and doing her from behind too. I imagined Stephanie in room 2 with Charlene rubbing lotion on her body the two of them getting naked and making love. My shower was done. I turned off the water and stepped out, my erection leading the way. Stephanie was sitting on the stool leaning back with her legs crossed waiting for me. She flipped me my towel.

"She was naked when I went in the room." Stephanie started. "Naked. No underwear. No towel wrapped around her. Naked. Completely naked."

"Yeah." I started sheepishly. "But she does have a nice body doesn't she? And you've seen naked women before haven't you? What's so shocking about that? I mean she is here to tan in the nude isn't she."

"Yeah I guess. But then she offered me a $30 tip if I would moisturize her butt and legs for her."

"She did? Did you do it?" I asked.

Stephanie dug into the pocket of her shorts and pulled out a 10 and 20. I laughed.

"Well, she does have a nice body." Stephanie added and we both laughed.

I draped the towel over my shoulder, picked up my clothes and bag and headed for room 4. As I passed Stephanie she grabbed my cock, turned me around and gave me a big kiss.

"I was getting so fucking horny listening to you talk about the Greek islands out there. All I could think about was your nice cock sliding in and out of my ass."

She kissed me again then started rambling, "And then I got hornier rubbing moisturizer all over Ms. Grey. I'm so horny right now you have to fuck me Mr. H, you just have to. I couldn't believe how hot it was massaging Charlene. Her body is so great. I wanted to spin her around and lick her pussy. I almost asked her how big a tip she would give me to lick her to a raging orgasm."

I wanted to take Stephanie right there, spin her around, pull her shorts and underwear aside and fuck her against the wall, but I could hear the fans whirring on Charlene's tanning bed and didn't know how much longer she would be. I dropped my bag and clothes grabbed Stephanie and slid my hand up under her pure white shorts. Her ass felt better than I remembered. I traced the edge of her thong, my fingers following it as it disappeared between her firm round cheeks. Stephanie was caressing and squeezing my cock... I couldn't wait. I spun her around and pressed her against the door frame. I pulled aside her shorts and underwear.

"Fuck me Mr. H. Fuck me hard," Stephanie pleaded.

She titled her hips back. I grabbed my engorged cock and guided it past the soft cotton covering and into her heated love hole. Her yoni was hot and greased with her love cream. I grabbed her hips and started pounding away. I heard the bell ring in Charlene's room indicating her session was over. I hoped the fans would continue to drown out our love making. I continued to thrust in to Stephanie hearing her quietly respond to each thrust with a "Yes. Yes." My balls tightened and then emptied hot blast after hot blast into her pulsing pussy.

"oh god. Oh god" we whispered in unison. I stood panting with my cock still buried in Stephanie's hot twat. The fans stopped in Charlene's room.

"Hurry up and get in your room Mr. H. She'll be out soon." 

My cock slid out of Stephanie as easily as went in. I bent down and grabbed my things and headed for room 4. Stephanie did her best to straighten her shorts and gain some composure. As I reached for the door knob on room 4, Charlene stepped out of room 2. She looked my way and glanced down at my semi-erect cock.

Looking back into my eyes Charlene said, "It was a pleasure meeting you Tom." She looked back at my cock and said "Hopefully we will bump into each other again sometime soon."

What could I do? I stood up a bit and said, "Yes, it was nice meeting you as well Charlene. I'm sure I will see you around here sometime." Her eyes met mine again. "I hope you find the salon as pleasurable" I paused because my mind was screaming "WRONG WORD" at me, "...as I described."

Stephanie pushed past me and interjected, "I will have to let you out Ms. Grey. The door is locked. Was that machine to your liking?"

Charlene ignored Stephanie for a moment and glanced back down at my penis, "I'm sure if I find it half as pleasurable as you do Tom that I will be more than satisfied."

I smiled and said "Good night," disappearing into room 4 hearing Charlene reply with a 'good night' as I closed the door.

I could hear Stephanie and Charlene talking while they walked to the door. I couldn't really hear what they were saying but they stood chatting at the door for a few minutes. I started rubbing some moisturizer on my body while I waited for Stephanie. I was bent over doing my legs when Stephanie came back into the room.

"Thanks a lot Mr. H," Stephanie started. "The first thing Charlene says to me after thanking me for showing her around the salon is, that she thinks I've got a freshly fucked look in my eyes and on my face. And I tell her what? And she says oh you were probably just dreaming about fucking Mr H. like he dreams about going to Greece. Then before I can reply she says how good it felt having me apply her moisturizer and how nice my hands are and how it's no wonder your cock was almost erect having had me apply your moisturizer. Turn around I will do your back for you." Stephanie grabbed the moisturizer and squeezed some onto her hands.

"And then she asks if other employees apply moisturizer for customers. And then she says, wow Tom sure has a nice cock doesn't he. And all the time I'm thinking I'm in trouble and wow this woman does have a great a body and oh my god there's a big glob of Mr. H's cum dripping down my leg and damn I'm still horny and where is all this going and I wonder if she eats pussy and if I could kiss her right now."

"I'm sorry Stephanie. You just looked so damn hot tonight and when you met me in the shower and kissed I couldn't help myself."

"I know and I really wanted you to fuck me and it felt so good. Look it's getting late you better get your tan done so I can get home."

I stepped into the machine and Stephanie closed the door behind me. Before I started the machine I heard Stephanie picking up my clothes and placing them on the chair. I stood in the bright hot lights for 7 minutes thinking about fucking Stephanie with Charlene just down the hall and pondering if she heard anything or if it was just a woman's intuition that told her Stephanie had just fucked me. The lights went out. I turned and opened the door not thinking about anything except getting dressed and heading for home.

Stephanie was standing in front of me, naked and holding out the bottle of lube. The gift wrapping was scrunched up on the floor by my clothes.

"Is this for little ol' me Mr. H? You really did want to go to Greece tonight didn't you Mr. H.? But you've been so bad tonight I'm not sure I should go to Greece with you."

Stephanie stepped towards me and grabbed my cock with the hot wet towel she was holding in her right hand. She kissed me washing the moisturizer off my cock. She dropped to her knees and sucked my cock until it was pumped to its full length and breadth. She stood and we kissed some more. Her pussy was drenched in some mixture of my cum and her love lube. I spread the honey around her labia then reached up to her anus and slid a finger inside her backdoor.

"Think I'm horny enough to do this tonight Mr. H?, Stephanie asked.

"Only you know for sure Stephanie."

"Let's try. I really want to try."

Stephanie stepped back and squeezed the lube onto my cock. She massaged it around. I took the tube from her, turned her around and told her to bend over and hold onto the chair. I set her legs apart a bit further then knelt and started licking her anus and pussy. Stephanie moaned spreading her legs more, reaching behind with one hand helping me to separate her ass cheeks as much as she could. My tongue slid into her anus then I took the lube and squirted some in her crack. I spread it around sliding fingers in and out of her tight ass. I eventually worked two fingers into her and slowly managed to slide them in past their second knuckles. My other hand worked in and out of her pussy, my thumb massaging her clit my fingers searching for her G-spot. Slowly I stood up and removed my fingers from her anus. My cock was aching with anticipation. I placed its head against her anus. Stephanie pushed back. I could feel her close her eyes expecting a shot of discomfort. I gently pushed against the resistance of her virgin sphincter.




Paradise Bound Ch. 05



"Mmmmm" Stephanie moaned when my head slid past her gate for the first time.

"Are you okay?" I asked my young lover.

"Oh god yes" Stephanie replied. "Oh god yes. Is it all the way in?"

"Well just the tip so far."

"Oh god then give me more. Please. It feels so good."

I slowly slid my cock deeper into Stephanie's ass. She moaned and praised the heavens with each passing inch. I pushed and pulled slowly working deeper with each thrust. When my thighs finally bounced against her butt Stephanie exclaimed, "Oh yes. This is the best Mr H. You are the best lover. I never knew having your ass fucked would feel so great." Stephanie started rocking against me. We found a common rhythm our bodies slapping against each other. Stephanie reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit. Moments later I felt her ass convulsing and squeezing my cock in a massive orgasm. I couldn't hold out when that happened and I emptied a load into her virgin ass. Stephanie collapsed against the chair panting and crying.

"Are you alright Stephanie? Did I hurt you?"

"Oh god. I'm fine. No you didn't hurt me. My eyes are just watering from the biggest orgasm I've ever had. My legs are so weak. I think I even squirted or I peed. God, my hand and arm are soaked."

My cock slipped out of Steph's anus. She convulsed one last time when her sphincter contracted, squeezing the head of my love pole out the last inch of her anus. I let Stephanie sit on the chair and regain her composure. I looked down and saw a large wet spot on the floor. I bent down and kissed Stephanie's thighs then carefully turned my head to kiss and smell her arm and hand. Nope. That wasn't pee. I licked the sacred juice from her arm.

Stephanie started to pull her arm away "Mr. H. what if that's..."

"It's not pee Stephanie. I would smell pee if that's what it was. Your first guess was right and this is the sacred juice women share when they're stimulated in the right way. This is the first time I've been able to taste it."

I licked her arm and hand retrieving as much of this special nectar as I could.

After Stephanie recovered we spent time dressing and hugging and kissing. Stephanie thanked me several times for teaching her how spectacular it was to visit Greece.



Paradise Bound Ch. 06



20 days to paradise

I was happy with how my tan was progressing already. There was just a hint of color in my skin, a little less glare when I was under bright lights. Thursday night arrived after three long days of work. I wasn't going to be able to get away from the office. I called the salon while munching on cold pizza. Stephanie said she understood in a way that told me there was someone within earshot. She reminded me I should try to get in soon so I wouldn't lose what tan I had built. I said I may drop by Friday night after work if I could squeeze in a visit on the way home. She warned me about tanning two days in a row and said she was working all weekend and if I was able to come in she would help me re-work my schedule so my tan would be ready for my vacation. I sat finishing my pizza unable to concentrate on the work in front of me thinking about the joyous young lady I would rather being making love to at that moment.

19 days to paradise

It was Friday night. I had called home to say I was making a quick stop at the salon. My wife's tan was looking really good. She was probably a session or two ahead of me. She understood why I wanted to stop. I drove to the salon thinking mostly about how busy I was at work and what I might be able to accomplish around the house over the coming weekend. I walked in and was greeted by Tasha, the gorgeous young Asian woman I had seen leaving the salon a few days ago.

"Hello. Are you here for a session tonight?"

"I am. I'm Tom Hampstead. What machines are available right now?"

"I'm Tasha. It's nice to meet you Mr. Hampstead. Looking at your history I would guess you prefer stand up machines. Is that right?"

"I do Tasha, but tonight I will take whatever is available."

"Let me see."

Tasha tapped away on her keyboard. It didn't seem very busy but maybe people had appointments booked and were coming in later.

"Okay Mr. Hampstead. There's a stand up machine that will be available in about 15 minutes or you can use room 11, which is a bed, right now."

"Room 11 will be fine."

"Okay Mr. Hampstead." Tasha tapped a few more things on the keyboard then stood up.

"Follow me please."

Tasha led me down the hall to the very back of the salon. I had not seen this room before as it was tucked at the back away from the other rooms. Tasha opened the door. I followed her into the room.

"Here you are Mr. Hampstead. Get yourself ready. There's a couple of things I have to take care of then I will be back to make sure you understand how this tanning bed operates." Tasha left before I could respond.

'Get myself ready? She will be right back?' I kicked off my shoes and socks rather slowly wondering just how ready I should be getting. I paused and looked around the room. This room was different. It was in the back corner of the salon. It was a bit bigger that the other rooms I had been in but I could see how it wasn't big enough to make into two rooms. I looked up and noticed that the walls in this room went all the way to the ceiling which the others didn't. Considering the heat generated by the tanning machines it made sense to allow the heat to escape. This room had several vents at the top of the walls which I assume allowed that to happen.

I was halfway through unbuttoning my shirt when Tasha burst back into the room.

"Mr. Hampstead, I expected you to be undressed already. Let me help."

Tasha stepped towards me and finished unbuttoning my shirt.

"Stephanie told me you're one of our Elite customers and that I'm to help you apply your moisturizer on your back."

I started slipping out of my shirt when Tasha grabbed my belt, deftly unfastened my pants and had them around my ankles before I could open my mouth.

"I hate to rush you Mr. Hampstead but I'm the only one on duty right now so I can't be away from the front desk for very long. Hand me your shirt and step out of your trousers."

Handing Tasha my shirt I tried to explain, "But Tasha, I'm pretty sure I can manage most of this on my own."

Tasha reminded me "Stephanie told me I am to provide this service for you so please let me Mr. Hampstead. Stephanie will check to be certain I did this and I do not want to get in trouble for not having done it."

Tasha hung my shirt on a hook on the wall then turned back towards me with her hand out waiting for my trousers. I handed her my pants.

"Thank you Mr. Hampstead. Please turn around with your hands on the wall so I can apply your moisturizer."

I turned around and heard Tasha hang my pants on the wall and open my moisturizer. Seconds later my boxers were around my ankles.

"Tasha?"

"Please Mr. Hampstead. I have been told to do this. Step out of your boxers. Don't get me in trouble. Please."

I stepped out of my boxers then Tasha's hands were on my back massaging in the moisturizer. She was fairly fast but she was thorough. She covered my back pretty quickly.

I started to say "thank you" when I felt Tasha's hands on my legs spreading the lotion up and down and across my butt.

"Tasha, I can..."

I was interrupted "Stephanie said you get the Premium Service Mr. Hampstead, not the Preferred Service. The preferred service is just your back; the Premium service includes your legs."

Tasha completed my legs almost as quickly as she did my back. She moisturized my butt and the back of my thighs, then she did my lower legs back and front. Tasha seemed a little nervous and shy so I wasn't surprised she hadn't tried to do the front of my thighs. She was probably a bit afraid to get too close to my genitals.

"Are you done Tasha?" I asked.

I hadn't heard Tasha get up from where she was kneeling on the floor.

"With your back, yes Mr. Hampstead. Please turn around so I can help you do your front."

I didn't move replying "I can manage from here..."

"Mr. Hampstead, please," Tasha whined, almost crying it seemed. I really like my job and Stephanie got me this job and if I don't do what she says, please Mr. Hampstead, PLEASE."

"Okay. Okay." I turned around. "But Tasha, I will tell Stephanie you gave me the best service. It's okay."

Tasha was kneeling in front of me holding out the tube of moisturizer, my flaccid cock hanging above her head. She squirted some cream into the palm of her left hand. "Please put your hands out Mr. Hampstead so I can give you some to do your face and neck."

I did as Tasha asked. She dispensed the moisturizer into my hands, enough for me to do my face neck and arms. Tasha put down tube rubbed her hands together and started applying the lotion to my thighs. I spread some on my arms then started focusing on my face and neck.

"TASHA!" I hollered bending backwards at the waist. My little moisturizer girl had taken my soft cock into her warm mouth without warning.

"Please Mr. Hampstead. My job", Tasha whined.

I straightened up. "But Tasha, I can't believe Stephanie told you to suck my cock."

"Please Mr. Hampstead. I have to get back to the desk. Please. Let me do this. Your cock should be hard when I put the moisturizer on. Stephanie told me it's better for men to tan with an erection and easier for me to apply moisturizer to it when it's hard. Please."

Tasha's mouth returned to my cock before I could reply. The moisturizer she still had on her hands Tasha proceeded to spread on my balls and my ass. My cock had grown to its full length. Tasha was trying her best to consume as much of it as she could. A bell rang.

Tasha pulled my cock from her mouth stroked it a few times spreading some moisturizer on it. "I'm really sorry Mr. Hampstead. Someone just rang the bell at the front desk. I have to go. When you're ready lay down in the bed. It's set for 10 minutes. The start button is this little green button. I will see you on your way out. Please don't tell Stephanie I didn't finish."

"I won't say anything to Stephanie, Tasha."

And with that my adorable Asian attendant left the room. I finished applying my moisturizer. As I was putting the moisturizer down, I heard my Blackberry buzzing. I picked it up. It was a text message from my wife wondering when I would be home. I sent a quick reply telling her I was just stepping into the tanning bed for 10 minutes so I should be home in 30.

Ten minutes is a long time to lay still. My mind started running through what just happened. What was Stephanie doing telling this girl to apply my moisturizer and give me a blow job. What else was she telling her? Was she one of the ones that knew we fucked in here on Saturday? And did she know Stephanie was fucking me and sucking me at every opportunity? The fool thing is I didn't really mind because this girl was so damned hot as well. Standing naked while a hot young woman rubbed lotion all over your body and gave you a blow job when she was done was a difficult thing to complain about to anyone.

The bell chimed indicating my session was done. The top portion of the bed rose. I rolled out got dressed and made my way to the front. Tasha was sitting behind the desk and looked up as I walked into the reception area.

"Was everything to your liking Mr. Hampstead?"

"It was Tasha. I certainly am glad I took out the Premium Service program."

Tasha looked around quickly, reached over the counter, grabbed my hand and led me into the office behind the desk. She closed the door behind us. 

" Mr. Hampstead, there is no Premium Service," Tasha whispered. "Stephanie and I just have some customers who are nice that we help out with their moisturizer. Please don't tell anyone."

"Okay Tasha. So who knows about this? And how many people get it?"

Tasha looked at me sizing up if she could trust me I think, "Just you and one of my customers. You're the only ones we think we can trust and the only ones we want to do this for."

"How did you decide this?"

"Well Mr. H., it gets pretty boring in here and well" she looked around again and leaned in closer to me. "There were these great looking men coming in here and we had to think of some way we could see them naked."

I stepped back and looked at her, "Really? And what else?"

"Well Mr. H, no nothing else I promise. Please you can't tell anyone. Stephanie and I could lose our jobs. Stephanie said you are nice and really cool. Please don't say anything."

"But you were just sucking my cock. Who else do you do that for?"

Tasha stepped in close to me. "I just did that Mr. Hampstead. Steph said you were cool and my customers aren't as good looking as you and Steph said she sucked yours and well she didn't say I could but I wanted to."

"So Stephanie didn't tell you to do that to me?"

"She didn't even say to give you the service Mr. Hampstead. I just wanted to. Please don't tell anyone. Not even Stephanie." 

She looked at me with her big eyes and her shiny black hair. I glanced up and down at her body admiring her v-shaped torso supporting her a-cup breasts; the tidy flair traversing the space between her tiny waist and her shapely hips; the slope of her tight shorts where they tucked in between her smooth thighs and hugged her sweet looking pussy.

"Thanks for telling me this is yours and Stephanie's personal upgrade program. What would you have done if I had told a friend and they came in and asked your boss or another employee for the "Premium Service"? You two had better think about this. It's a good thing one of you told me before I sent in a referral. I won't tell anyone. We can keep this our secret but I will have to think about this arrangement going forward."

The door to the salon opened and someone came in. Tasha stood on her toes, grabbed my shirt reached up and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you Mr. H. Stephanie said you were really cool and she was right. She also said you have a nice body and she's right about that too. Wait here until I'm finished with this customer and then you can leave Mr. H."

I watched Tasha turn and exit the office admiring the gentle curve of her fine looking ass. I was hornier than a male dog at a kennel with fifteen females all in heat. My wife was expecting me at home but right now all I could think about was trying Tasha on for size.

Five minutes passed while Tasha assigned the customer to a room and did whatever administration she needed to do.

The door opened. "Mr. H. You can leave now the customer has gone to her room."

"I don't think we're done here yet Tasha. I think you need to come in the office."

Tasha looked concerned closing the door behind her. "You're not going to tell are you Mr. H."

"I don't think so Tasha, but your little blow job you started got me really horny. I think we need to finish what you started."

"But Mr. H. There are people here."

"That's right Tasha, I can be quiet if you can and you do like your job don't you Tasha?" I asked unbuckling my belt and unfastening my pants.

Tasha walked towards me and got down on her knees pulling down my pants and boxers. My heart was pumping blood into my shaft in anticipation. In that instant, I decided I wanted to fuck Tasha. I reached under her armpits and pulled her to her feet. Our lips locked in a deep kiss. I reached under her top with one hand and filled the other with tight firm ass cheek. Tasha pressed her body against mine grabbing at my ass and cock with more gusto than I anticipated. I released Tasha, bending down to remove her shorts revealing the tiniest thong I think I've ever seen.

"Stephanie said you're a good lover Mr. H. Please make love to me. I will do my best to be quiet."

When Tasha lifted her second leg out of her panties I hooked a hand under her knee holding her leg up so I could lick her sweet little pussy. Her panties were soaked and her pussy was smooth and shiny. My tongue danced with her clit for only a few moments before Tasha grabbed my hair and came all over my face. I stood up surprised at how quickly my little attendant had climaxed and impressed at how well she muffled her moans.

"Bend over the desk Tasha."

Without a word she turned around and grabbed the edge of the desk raising her hips as high as she could. I grabbed one hip and guided my cock into Tasha's pussy. It was wet warm and oh so tight. Slowly I worked my shaft deeper into Tasha's tight cunt feeling her hot walls part and hug my cock.

My hips finally collided with Tasha's butt. I gave her two long slow strokes then started increasing my rhythm. I heard someone walking out from the tanning rooms. The salon door opened, the bells tinkled, the door closed, Tasha gasped, my thrusts quickened. I reached forward grabbing Tasha's arms pulling them backwards until I was holding her wrists and Tasha was standing, her torso leaning at a 45 degree angle.

We bounced against each other Tasha moaning "yes, yes yes" as softly as she could each time I buried my cock in her up to its hilt.

My first blast of cum squirted deep in Tasha'a cunt. My next spasm dislodged my cock from her pussy landing it between her ass cheeks. My load splashed onto to Tasha's back. I held her against me while my orgasm wound down dropping blobs of semen onto Tasha's smooth ass.

"Thank you Mr. H. Thank you. That was amazing. Stephanie was so right. That was so good."

I released Tasha's wrists.

"Let me clean you up before you go home Mr. H." Tasha said turning around.

Her idea of "cleaning me up" was to drop to her knees so she could lick and suck the love juices coating my softening member. 

"There you go Mr. H. All clean and shiny... and happy I would hope."

"Yes happy Tasha. You were very good. Definitely happy."

My attendant lifted my boxers and pants fastening my belt when she was done.

Tasha guided me out of the office.

"Hope to see you again soon Mr. H."

"Bye bye Tasha." I called back exiting the salon.

Carol had dinner ready and some great tunes on the stereo. We kissed hello.

"How was your day dear?" she asked.

"Long. Just long." 

"Grab some wine and sit down and we can talk over dinner."

Our Friday dinner was therapeutic, relieving me of my work created stress but I was still hornier than hell, mostly from Tasha's unfinished blow job. Carols comfortable clothes she was wearing didn't help. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra and I was willing to bet no underwear either. The subtle scent of soap I inhaled whenever I got close to her told me she had showered since she had been home.

"I will do the cleanup tonight Tom. Why don't you shower off your moisturizer from the salon while I tidy up?"

Her cleanup was easy. My wise wife had grilled some steaks, mushrooms and corn on the cob for dinner so all that needed to be done was put the dishes in the dishwasher and wash up the barbecue utensils.

In the shower I washed my balls and cock at the start and at the end just to make sure there was no moisturizer lingering that may taste bad should Carol wrap her mouth around my manhood. I stepped from the shower with a raging hard-on. I toweled dry and slipped on my robe while making my way downstairs to find Carol.

I found her standing at our mantle lighting some candles. She looked amazing in the candlelight, her pants hung perfectly showing off her firm rounded ass. I stepped in behind her wrapping my arms around her kissing her on the neck. Carol tilted her head exposing more of her neck to me, blowing out the match she was holding with the natural sexiness she possessed. I wasted no time sliding one hand under her top and the other into the front of her pants. Carol just stood enjoying the attention, allowing her horniness to catch up to mine. Her skin was smooth and soft. I struggled against my eagerness to touch her as lightly as I could; trying to give her time to ready herself for the hot fast sex I was preparing to deliver to her. I tempered my eagerness by pulling my hand out of her pants and caressing her pussy through the soft cotton covering it. Carol let her hands chase mine around her body, encouraging me to go slow at times and guiding me to squeeze and pinch at others.

I reached for her waistband; she told me she wasn't ready yet by grabbing my hand and directing it back to the outside of her pants where her pussy was just beginning to dampen the material. Carol reached behind herself undoing my robe. My cock was in her masterful hands seconds later. Carol allowed me to remover her top. I filled both hands with her breasts. She wrenched her neck around as far as she could so we could kiss. I returned a hand to her crotch. Her dampness had grown. She released my cock and lowered her pants herself. Wet pussy happily received my prodding fingers. We kissed and groped for a few more minutes before Carol broke our embrace, took my hand and led me to the sofa for one of Carol's favorite love-making positions. She sat down and guided my steely penis into her mouth. I only allowed her few seconds to suck my rigid pole before I stopped her mastery and kneeled on the floor in front of her. Had I stood there much longer I would have lost my load in her mouth and it was her pussy that I really wanted. Carol leaned back spreading her legs and placing her heels on the edge of the couch. Her pussy and anus were fully open to my mouth and tongue. I spent only a few minutes feasting on my wife's treasures before I raised my head and inched closed. I poised my cock at Carol's pussy, she loved this position for whatever reason, her sitting, me kneeling, both of us driving against each other racing towards orgasms. Carol's pussy was hotter than I expected and as tight and glorious as ever.

I unloaded whatever cum I had left in my balls at that point. I held myself inside Carol catching my breath.

"Don't pull it out." My beautiful wife requested.

Carol leaned back again, my quickly softening cock doing its best not to leave its warm companion. Carol placed a hand on her clit and proceeded to massage herself to a groaning orgasm. About five seconds into her climax Carol's pulsing pussy pushed my softened lingam from her greasy cavity. I fell back onto my heels. Carol dropped her feet to the floor. We both sat there panting not speaking. I eventually crawled up onto the couch, sitting in a corner. My wife cuddled against me. I pulled a blanket over the two of us. We nestled against each other quietly for an hour before we made our way to bed and a night of sound sleep.



Paradise Bound Ch. 07



15 days to paradise

This always happened when ever I was getting close to vacation time. Work always piled up. I decided it's because I try to cram in an extra week's worth of work before I go away.

It was Tuesday before I knew it. I didn't go Monday to see Steph because I had just been in on Sunday. I parked in the lot moments before closing time for the salon. I really hoped who ever was working would see fit to let me have a quick tan. I opened the door and Tasha looked up from behind the counter.

"Mr. H. I'm so happy you came in tonight we really have to talk." 

Tasha stood up and walked around the counter. She walked past me wearing a tank top, no bra (nice tits Tasha) and a short skirt I can only describe as a cheerleader's skirt. Tahsa flipped off the OPEN sign and locked the door.

"I had almost given up hope you would be in tonight."

Tasha took me by the hand and led me down the hall to the shower talking all the way.

"Stephanie is so worried. Ms. Grey was in again last night. Oh and I haven't told her yet about sucking your cock. And Ms. Grey was at it again. She had Stephanie strip, shower with her, apply moisturizer, stand in the tanning machine while Ms. Grey spanked her then ate her pussy..."

The images were giving me an erection more than concern. Tasha took my bag from me, then turned and started undoing my pants talking all the while.

"and then she made Steph lay on the floor while Ms. Grey sat on her face. Take your shirt off Mr. H. and Ms. Grey never did tan I guess because she was in on Sunday"

I was already naked from the waist down. As I undid my shirt and removed it Tasha lifted her tank top over her head exposing her tight body and pert tits to me, all the while talking.

"...and when she was done she took Stephanie to the bed with the mattress. Take my skirt and underwear off Mr. H so I can wash your back for you. And she made Stephanie make love to her kissing and caressing each other for an hour..."

I got down on one knee and removed Tasha's skirt and underwear while she wrapped her long hair up in a bun all the while talking.

"and fingering each other and sucking each other's tits and..."

Tasha had a pout little pussy with a slight glisten to it. She had shaved and trimmed her pubic hair into a tidy little landing strip. I think her talk was causing her as much excitement as it was causing me. I lifted one of her legs and put her foot on my knee. I started licking her cute tanned pussy while she kept on talking.

"...they were fingering each other then Ms. Grey made Stephanie lick her ass, I mean have you ever licked someone's ass, but Steph said it was kinda dirty and exciting..."

I slid a finger into Tasha's slick yoni. It was tight. My initial thought was that I would be working two fingers into her but the first was so tight I didn't want it to be uncomfortable for her.

"and you know because it's kinda forbidden, I mean ..."

And suddenly Tasha stopped rambling and her speech slowed. Her pussy was warm and becoming really wet.

"...mmmm.... I mean, uhhh... Mr H... ahh mmmm... have you ever ummm licked... mmmm have you licked someone's ass... ooohhh Mr. H...."

Tasha put a hand on the back of my head, I suspect the other hand on the wall and she tilted her pelvis forward spreading her legs as much as was possible.

"...that's soooo good Mr. H. Oh. Wow."

Tasha held my head against her mound slowly mashing my face in her sopping wet pussy. With a series of grunts and moans Tasha orgasmed in response to my efforts.

"mmm that was so nice Mr. H. wow. So nice."

A few more twitches rippled through Tasha's limbs. I stood up and kissed my newest lover. She held me and kissed me back.

"Thank you Mr. H that was... it was..."

"Yes Tasha... I know... it was so nice. "

Tasha kissed me and said "Well it was."

"Let's shower Tasha so I can tan and be on my way. We can talk about finding a solution for Stephanie."

Tasha gave me another hug and a kiss on the cheek then turned and started the shower.

"Here Mr. H. is the temperature okay?"

I tested the water with my hand and stepped into the shower. "It's perfect Tasha".

Tasha followed me into the shower and started washing my back immediately and her talking continued. It was amazing really this girl could multi-task like no one I've known before or since. She was washing my back ass and legs as thoroughly and sensually as they've ever been washed all the while talking a coherent blue streak picking up where she had left off.

"And then they traded places and Ms. Grey started licking Steph's ass and Steph said it was as good as when you did it to her. Oh gee Mr. H. I guess you have licked ass before I forgot. And Ms. Grey slid her tongue into Steph's ass and Steph couldn't believe how delicious it was."

Tasha was sliding her soapy hands through my legs washing and massaging my cock and balls.

"Geez I like your cock Mr. H. Turn around now. And Steph said Ms. Grey was massaging the inside of her pussy and she like squirted all over the mattress in a massive orgasm. Then earlier tonight, and it's been so slow in here, Ms. Grey comes in. I was so nervous. I didn't know what to do. But I acted like I didn't know her. Look at your big cock Mr. H do you mind if I suck it again. I would really like to suck it. It just looks so good."

"Sure Tasha. As if any guy would ever mind an offer like that. If it's what you really want to do, you go ahead."

Tasha had finished washing my entire body. With her hands she directed me to turn around so the soap would be rinsed of my body. I rinsed my front side then Tasha pushed one shoulder and pulled the other spinning me around another 180 degrees, all the while continuing her story.

"And Steph said Ms. Grey let her relax a bit then made her lick her pussy again until she had one more orgasm. And so I showed Ms. Grey to a room and she asked if she could shower, so I let her shower because it wasn't busy. And when Steph was getting dressed after Ms. Grey left..."

Tasha knelt down in front of me and began stroking and looking at my cock admiringly.

"I'm going to make love to you with my mouth my new little friend," Tasha spoke directly to my erection. She kissed it a couple of times. "Are you ready for my hot little mouth my new hard delicious friend? I bet you will melt in my mouth just like an exploding M&M."

With that Tasha took the head of my cock between her lips in a slow warm kiss. She frenched the tip slowly and firmly. She milked my shaft encouraging a droplet of precum to the tip. With the tip of her tongue she extracted the clear excretion and let it trail in an arc between the end of my dick and her tongue. Then she slurped up the thin stream engulfing the head of my cock in her mouth once again.

"MMM salty. I love salty treats. How did you know that my new friend?"

Then began my most memorable blow job ever. When she didn't have my cock buried in her mouth and at times down her throat, Tasha stroked and pumped my shaft with her little hands. At times she had a butt cheek in each hand guiding my hips slowly forward and back allowing my erection to slide in and out of her mouth to varying depths. Her tongue danced around the head. She held my shaft against my stomach and gave each testicle its fair share of time being licked and sucked and kissed. After what seemed like an hour Tasha focused all her attention on my shaft. Long slow deep sucks mixed with firm strokes from her hands raised the pressure in my balls. I could feel the head of my lingam swell. Tasha sucked and stroked faster in anticipation of her pending reward. A load of hot cum blasted into Tasha's mouth, buckling my knees. She never lost her grip on my cock while I convulsed and groaned through an all-draining cumfest of an orgasm. Tasha did her best to swallow every last drop taking a moment to release her grip on my cock to catch a few dribbles of cum trying to escape down her chin. Her mouth returned to my cock cleaning up the last remaining drops.

"Mmmm, that was so tasty Mr. H. You must tell me what's in your diet so I can get my future boyfriends eating the same foods. Cum should always taste that good."

"Sure Tasha. I'll believe you about the flavor and I will envy your future boyfriends. That was one hell of a blow job you just gave me. My god, my knees are so weak I'm not sure I will be able to walk to the tanning bed."

"I'm glad you liked it Mr. H. I really tried hard to make it good for you. You're so nice. Stephanie was right."

"You were successful Tasha. It was good for me."

"Stephanie said you're a really good lover Mr. H and she was right. Can we make love again sometime? I mean, I've never made love to someone who's good at it. I mean young guys can fuck oops, do you mind that I use that word. I'm sorry Mr. H."

We had finished drying each other off by this time and started walking to a tanning room.

"No that's fine Tasha." And then her fast chatter started again.

"So young guys fuck fast but not very well. I really hope making love can be better than what I've experienced with my boyfriends. I really liked how you ficked me in the office the other night. And Stephanie said you're great and that when she got dressed after making love with Ms. Grey and letting her out that she found $200 in her pocket and she felt weird but she was also excited. And now she's like really confused. You get on the bed Mr. H and I will go to the front and log your time so the machine will start."

I climbed into the tanning bed. My head was spinning from Tasha's chatter but my body was relaxed from the huge orgasm I had just had. The green light came on. I pushed it, slipped on my goggles and my tan began. I laid there thinking about what the hell was going on. I came here to get a tan. Now every time I showed up I was getting sucked or fucked or both except of course on weekends when it was busy. That's it! My mind screamed at me, I've got the answer for Stephanie. The bell sounded and the machine started its shutdown process.

I rolled out of the bed. I was alone. The salon seemed extra quiet except for the fans whirring madly until the tanning bed cooled down. I realized my clothes were still in the shower and was about to leave when Tasha walked in still naked.

"Tasha. I figured it out. I have the answer for Stephanie's problem."

Tasha didn't say anything or respond in any way. She just grabbed my hand and led me down the hall to the bed with the mattress. Tasha dropped my hand, crawled up on the bed and tapped the mattress inviting me to join her. 

I was so tempted looking at her tight body and knowing how tight her little pussy had felt.

"Umm Tasha. I really want to join you up there but I can't. It's already 10 past 11. If I get up there we will be another hour. My wife will wonder what the heck I'm doing at the tanning spa for 2 hours."

"Please Mr. H?" Tasha pleaded.

"Tasha I will sit on the edge so we can finish our discussion. Maybe we can do this another night."

"Okay", Tasha said disappointed "I just wanted to feel your cock in my pussy so badly and to have someone so experienced make love to me so I knew what it was like. So Ms. Grey walked back out to the counter tonight after her shower. She was wrapped in a towel. She makes some lame excuse about just getting a manicure and doesn't want lotion to take the shine off her new nails and asks if she gives me a tip if I would put her lotion on. So I say we're not supposed to do that. And she's says no one will know and just this once and I'll give you $80."

I'm thinking holy shit this woman is in here buying sex from these young vulnerable women and damn, she just throws money around like she's rolling in it.

"So I say okay but just this once, and she thanks me and says how much she appreciates it so I leave the desk and as we're walking down the hall she takes her towel off and I think wow nice body and I'm thinking god Stephanie licked her ass just yesterday so in the room I start rubbing on her moisturizer and I barely do her ass and she tells me more on her ass and be sure to do up her crack as well and my pussy is getting more wet so when I'm doing her legs.."

Tasha has been rambling again and all the while she's running her fingers up and down my legs and chest and my cock and damn if I don't have another erection.

"...will you hold me just a little Mr. H.

So I roll onto the bed and hold this little hottie against me and she rambles on.

"she turns around and her pussy is right in front of my face and it's a pretty nice looking pussy but I don't touch it and I finish her legs and when I stand up her nipples are erect and mine are trying to break through my tank top and while I'm rubbing moisturizer on her shoulders and neck she tells me I have nice breasts and very erect nipples and starts asking me if they're sensitive and I sort of respond and she reaches"

Tasha is holding my cock and I start kissing her neck and caressing her back and tits and she rolls onto her back holding my cock. I take one of her eraser nipples in my mouth.

"...out and touches them ever so lightly and says 'they're so nice Tasha can I suck on one' and before I can answer she has my top aside and has a nipple in her mouth. I pulled back and said please don't and she stopped and I thought that wasn't so hard. So I finish her neck and face and start her chest and I think yeah, I want to suck your nipples as well but I don't and I swear my panties are soaked so I finish and she says you forgot my pussy Tasha. You have to do my pussy. I'm not getting in any tanning bed without my pussy being treated, and I'm paying you $80 so I don't ruin my $60 manicure. So I take a deep breath rub some moisturizer on my hands and slip them between her legs and start rubbing her pussy. Well Ms. Grey closes her eyes and says 'that feels so good Tasha' and I can tell she's really.."

My hands are doing what comes natural my mouth is pleasing Tasha's tits and my hand begins massaging her pussy.

"...liking what I'm doing. So I start looking at Ms. Grey's pussy and I'm alternating my hands and ummm... oh yes... mmmm.. I'm uhhh ... yes I'm touching her clit mmm just like that Mr. H."

My mouth left Tasha's tit and met her lips. I rolled on top of her, my cock pressed against her wet pussy. We kissed some more, .light butterfly kisses mixed with deep tongue wrestling kisses. Tasha placed her hands on my butt. My cocked sat against the gate to her tight pussy. We pressed against each other. My stiff pole squeezed into Tasha's tight pussy. Tasha grunted when her yoni gave way accepting my full girth. I went slowly working deeper and deeper until I felt her slick honey coating my testicles. We rocked in unison with long slow strokes.

"Stephanie was so right. Your cock feels so perfect Mr. H. And it didn't hurt at all."

I pulled my cock out.

"Mr. H?" Tasha asked

"That's enough for now Tasha. Finish your story. We will finish making love another time."

"Just put it back inside me please. I will tell you the rest but please it just feels so good."

I rolled off of Tasha denying her request. Tasha followed me rolling on top of me.

"Please Mr H. Please."

Tahsa reached between her legs positioning my cock so she could sit down with it buried deep inside her. A man cannot resist a hot tight pussy. I made no effort to stop her.

"So you were touching Ms. Grey's clit."

"Yes."

Tasha was talking much more slowly now. Adjusting her position to either make herself comfortable or out of enjoyment of having her pussy stuffed with a hard cock.

"So I rubbed her clit and Ms. Grey eventually came. I stopped and told her I would set up her machine so she could tan and I went to the front desk."

Tasha laid down with her head on my chest and my cock still deeply entrenched inside her.

"...About 15 minutes later Ms. Grey comes out and hands me a roll of 20's. She says 'thank you Tasha for saving my nails. You have really terrific hands. Maybe you should study massage and make it a career.' I wouldn't look up at her because I knew I would not be able to deny her if she asked me for anything. I was so horny and vulnerable. I said 'Thank you Ms. Grey. I will consider that.' She left asking me to say hello to Stephanie for her. What are we going to do Mr. H?"

Tasha remained cuddling me but her hips started moving ever so slightly.

"Well my suggestion was that you don't let Stephanie work alone but now that Ms. Grey has exercised some of her control on you I'm not sure how good that will work. Tasha, if you don't stop moving I will remove my cock."

"Sorry Mr. H. It just feels so good. Why don't you want to fuck me?"

"Actually I do want to fuck you Tasha, but I'm trying to help with this problem and I'm trying to exercise some control."

"But I swear I can cum. Your cock just feels so good."

Tasha sat up, her head just under the raised lights of the tanning bed.

"Can I masturbate then Mr. H\?. Is that okay? I am just so horny."

Without me answering Tasha began rubbing her clit. I was moments away from depositing a fresh load of cum in Tasha's twat. I had to get my mind on something else.

I thought about my solution to this problem and the complication Tasha and Ms. Grey had just presented to me. Tasha was approaching another orgasm. I could tell because her pussy was gripping my cock like vice. Tasha started convulsing. Her pussy released its pressure then started massaging my cock with each wave of pleasure that washed over Tasha's body. Tasha collapsed onto my chest twitching as her orgasm faded away. I put my arms around her and felt her sigh.

"Tasha, I have to get going soon."

"Yes Mr H. Me too. Thank you Mr. H. That was amazing."

"Look Tasha. The simplest solution is for Stephanie to not be alone when Ms. Grey is here. If you're here then you can't let on to Ms. Grey that you're friends Ms. Grey doesn't know you're friends. You told Ms. Grey you don't normally put moisturizer on people, so I don't think she's expecting more from you. Just don't let her know that you're both providing an "Elite Service" for some customers. Otherwise she will have both you answering to her demands."

"Okay Mr. H. that may work. Are you sure you don't want to finish fucking me. I wouldn't mind and I'm sure I would love it. Stephanie says you have to be really excited and really horny to be able to have anal sex. If you want to do that I think I'm ready. Let's try. Can I just try your cock in my ass once?"

"Tasha, let's just call it a night."

"Please? I think that sounds so delicious right now. And Stephanie said your cock felt incredibly good in her ass. Let's try. Please. I want to try."

I started to argue but Tasha just sat up, slid my cock out of her pussy and pushed it into her ass.

"Oh God that is incredible." Tasha cried. "Oh god. That feels so amazing."

My thoughts exactly. Her ass was tighter than her pussy if that was possible. I pumped a little a few times then stopped myself.

"Please Tasha. Don't do this."

"Oh but Mr H. This is so amazing. I will stop now if you promise me we can do this another time."

"okay Tasha. Yes. We will do this another time."

"Oh, just a couple of more pumps."

She lifted herself up and down a few times before I grabbed Tasha's hips and held her in the air. Her tight ass was too much to resist. I pumped in a solid rhythm at first. Tasha bit down on her lip when my pace quickened and the depth of my thrusts increased.

"Oh that is the best Mr. H. The best."

I grunted and filled Tasha's ass with spurt after spurt of hot cum. I released my grip allowing Tasha to lower herself down on my pelvis burying my hyper sensitive cock fully in her freshly creamed ass.

"Oh. Thank you Stephanie. Thank you." Tasha purred. "I never would have tried this if you hadn't told me how great it feels. Thank you Steph."




Paradise Bound Ch. 07



"Yes. Thank you Stephanie." I whispered.

Tasha and I melted together regaining our breath and composure.

"I could curl up and sleep with you Mr. H then do this all again in the morning but we really should be going shouldn't we."

"Yes Tasha. As much as I would love to make love with you again in the morning we really should be going."

We wandered around finding our clothes and getting dressed. We chatted a bit about Ms. Grey and Stephanie. 

As we were leaving I reiterated once more, "okay Tahsa. Promise me you will make sure yourself or another friend is here with Stephanie."

"Yes Mr. H. I promise."

My cock and balls were warm and relaxed.

My wife woke up when I crawled into bed.

"Are you just getting home? I thought you were going for a tan."

"The salon was busy. They had some electrical problems so only half their machines were working,"

"Oh, I see. I came to bed early again. But it's late."

"Yeah, well, I did some work downstairs when I got in and then I had a quick shower." At least the shower part was right. All I could smell when I got home was sex, so I slipped into the shower before I got into bed.

"Oh how nice. You're all fresh and clean.." My wife turned over and kissed me. Her hand grabbed at my cock which sprang to attention immediately. "And horny too. Good so I am I."

We kissed and sucked and fucked. It was good sex. It's always good with my wife. What was I doing fucking these young girls at the salon when I was getting such great sex at home? 



Paradise Bound Ch. 08



13 days to paradise

I had only had a few fleeting moments today to think about how magical Stephanie's ass had been the one time I had fucked it. I knew she was working tonight and that we would no doubt be fucking. I barely noticed the shiny black Porsche 911 in the parking lot when I drove in at 9:55. One customer was just leaving when I stepped from the car. Stephanie held the door open for me then locked it behind me and turned off the Open light.

"Oh Mr. H., it's so good to see you!"

Stephanie threw her arms around me and hugged me.

"Need a shower tonight Mr. H?" Tasha asked from behind the counter.

"Tasha! I'm so happy you're here with Stephanie tonight. Did Ms. Grey come in tonight?"

"Yes. Yes she did Mr. H. and your idea worked perfectly," Tasha answered.

Stephanie continued, "Ms. Grey came in. I pretended to be busy so Tasha showed her to the room. Ms. Grey asked her if she would like to apply her moisturizer again."

"And I told her 'No. We don't do that here. I only helped you because you had just had a manicure done.' Then I took $40 out of my pocket and gave it back to her. She had given me $120 instead of just the $80 she had offered me. I told her she had made a mistake. She tried to say it was a tip. I told her I didn't want it and pushed the money into her hand."

"That was so smart Tasha. You just sent the message that you're not for sale."

"That was Stephanie's idea," Tasha reported. "Ms. Grey was silent. So I asked her if she knew how the machine operated and how much time she wanted. She then asked if Stephanie could come down. I told I would see if she was busy. When I got to the desk I told Stephanie Ms. Grey asked for her. I entered the code for her time. Once it's entered you only have 7 minutes to start the machine or it starts itself unless we override that feature from here."

"So I went down and saw Ms. Grey," Stephanie started, "When I got there Ms. Grey was naked. She walked over to me and started to undress me. I stopped her and told her she only had about 6 minutes before the machine would start. She said she didn't care she would just buy more time. I told her Tasha is a real bitch and if I wasn't back out there that she would come to find out what was going on if we were doing anything I would lose my job. So I grabbed her moisturizer and did her back and front really quickly then left. It was so perfect and I felt so strong doing it. Thanks Mr. H."

"Don't thank me. You two took my simple idea and enhanced it in really powerful ways. Ms. Grey won't know what to do next time she is here because you have taken some control away from her."

"So do you need that shower Mr. H.?"

"I do Stephanie."

"Would like a blow job with that Mr. H?" Tasha asked.

"You girls have to stop this."

"Why?" they asked in unison. "And besides, we want to repay you for your help."

"No need girls. I'm just thrilled our little plan worked for you."

They both ushered me to the back. Stephanie started kissing me. We kissed and hugged and caressed. It had been a while and I was remembering just how terrific a lover this girl was. Suddenly Tasha was standing behind me undoing my shirt and helping me out of it. When she came back , she started working on my pants I realized her pert tits were pressing against my skin. At some point she had removed her top. I reached behind me to squeeze Tahsa's ass... her bare ass! Tasha was completely naked and moments later so was I. Stephanie and I continued to kiss. Stephanie was stroking my cock while Tasha massaged my balls. I removed Stephanie's shirt over her head. Tasha grabbed my hips and spun me around. I felt Stephanie walk away. Tasha wasted no time getting my cock into her mouth. Stephanie was back hugging me from behind and kissing my neck. I reached back and learned that Stephanie was completely naked as well.

Stephanie whispered into my ear, "Tasha wants you to fuck her ass again Mr. H. And I want the same. Tasha told me about all the naughty things you two have been doing Mr. H. and now I want some."

Tasha was working her magic on my erection. Stephanie walked over and started the shower. A few seconds later Tasha stood up, gave me a deep kiss and walked me into the shower. It was pretty tight with the three of us in the shower. Stephanie grabbed me and resumed our kissing. Tasha was lathering my body anywhere she could reach. Tasha turned me into the stream of water from the shower head and started washing Stephanie. Tasha spun us around so Stephanie's back was getting rinsed then she forced her way between us handing me the soap.

"Here Mr. H. Wash my back now." 

I took the soap and started washing Tasha's fine body. I replaced Tasha. She replaced me. Without missing a beat Stephanie and Tasha started necking. I washed Tasha all over spending considerable time tickling her anus and massaging her clit while she and Stephanie kissed. I stood behind Tasha sliding my cock between her legs to nestle against her pussy. Stephanie found my lingam and immediately started massaging it and using it to rub Tasha's clit. I soaped Tasha's tits and stroked her clit while she and Stephanie continued kissing. Stephanie took hold of cock and directed it into Tasha's tight pussy. Tasha moaned into Stephanie's mouth. The intensity of their kisses increased as did the little dance my finger was doing on Tasha's clit. I pumped her little pussy with long slow deep strokes. Tasha moved very little taking in all the sensations she was experiencing. Seconds later Tasha was moaning loudly and panting and convulsing against myself and Stephanie. My cock popped out of Tasha's pussy during one of her more severe orgasmic convulsions. Stephanie held and kissed Tasha through her lengthy orgasm allowing her come down slowly.

"Finish washing me Mr. H. then we'll play some more." Stephanie instructed.

I soaped up Stephanie's tits and pussy. When she spun around to rinse I gave her ass a good wash, not because it needed it just because I wanted to.

We took turns drying each other, kissing whoever was in front of us, teasing and pleasing who ever was within reach and didn't already have a hand on their genitals.

Stephanie took charge at this point. She dropped to her knees and started sucking my cock. Tasha was standing watching us still showing the warm glow of her recent cum, petting her pussy and lightly caressing her breasts.

"Don't just stand there Tasha. Help someone else cum. Get your head under my pussy and starting eating me like you haven't eaten in a week."

Tasha woke up from her post orgasmic trance, laid a towel on the floor and crawled under Stephanie's ass. The sight of Stephanie on her knees sucking me and Tasha's landing strip clad pussy spread open was beyond my wildest dreams. Stephanie was doing her usual great job sucking, licking and kissing my gear. But when she started moaning from the work Tasha was doing with her tongue, the vibrations rippled down my shaft and tickled my balls.

All at once Stephanie let go of my cock. She spun around and got into a 69 with Tasha. The site of these two young women lapping at each others pussy is something I will masturbate over long into my retirement years. Stephanie wrapped her arms around Tasha's hips and rolled onto her back. Tasha was right into the whole scene and obviously loving Steph's puss. She got on her knees moving her pussy out of Stephanie's reach and buried her head between Steph's legs.

Stephanie looked up at me. "First time Mr. H. First time we've done this together. It won't be our last. Now do it Mr. H. Fuck Tasha'a ass while she's eating my pussy."

I knelt over Steph's face and slid my cock into Tasha's pussy. Her tight pussy was so well greased I slid to the hilt with one single push. I ground my cock deep into Tasha who never took a breath from dining on Stephanie's puffy pussy. I pulled my cock out. Stephanie grabbed it and sucked Tasha's juice of my shaft. Back into Tasha's puss for another coating then out. Her tight anus was looking at me, begging me to fuck it hard. I sat the tip at her opening and pushed it home. Tasha groaned and paused for a second from consuming her meal. My cock slowly slid deeper until once again I was pressing my body against Tasha's glutes. I started a slow rhythm. Gently increasing my pace until our bodies were slapping in a steady a beat. I was grunting. Stephanie was moaning and Tasha was eeking out muffled screeches. Stephanie reached up, pushed a finger into Tasha's pussy coating in her natural lube then slid that same finger into my ass. That was it. My balls emptied into Tasha's ass. Stephanie reached around Tasha's back mashing Tasha's head into her pussy and bouncing her hips through her own orgasm. Tasha'a ass started pulsing in response to a second orgasm traveling along her nerve endings. We all collapsed on the floor panting and moaning. My cock still buried in Tasha's ass. Stephanie thanking Tasha, Tasha thanking me. Me unable to speak.

"Oh god Tasha. Why haven't we done this before? You have a fantastic tongue."

"Mr. H. That was the best. Just unbelievably incredible. I think I'm becoming addicted to anal sex."

"Oh I know Tasha. The first time Mr. H. fucked my ass... It's all I've thought about ever since."

My softened cock slid out of Tasha's ass.

"Oh Mr. H. I want to do that again everyday."

She rolled over and kissed me and squeezed my cock with one of her tiny hands.

"Okay Mr. Hampstead," Stephanie began, "Let's get you some more tan."

We all made our way to our feet and collectively sashayed down the hall. Once in the selected room Stephanie went to work moisturizing my back while Tasha went and initialized the tanning machine.

"Thank you so much Mr. H. Tasha and I are so happy you helped us with Ms. Grey. I really was getting worried and the whole sex for money thing was getting rather creepy."

"I'm glad I could help Stephanie."

"I'm back. Let me help", Tasha interjected.

Tasha loaded up her hands with moisturizer and went to work on the front of my body. A four hand massage by two beautiful naked women. I could feel my testicles beginning to stir again, but they were still somewhat in recovery mode.

"Look ladies. Don't think you've seen the last of Ms. Grey. I'm sure she will be back looking for more sex. She's been enjoying this too much"

"You think so Mr. H.?"

"Think so? I would bet money on it. So don't let your guard down, and try not to be here alone. Especially you Stephanie."

"Get in Mr. H. I think you're ready", Stephanie posed.

I stepped into the tanning machine facing the back. It was the new stand up one that's farily open Stephanie spun me around, gave me a kiss, slipped my goggles on and pushed the start button. The lights heated up and the fans started whirling. I could see but you can't hear anything in these machines. All I saw was Tasha smiling. Stephanie walked slowly to Tasha. They touched each other lightly and began kissing. This went on for several minute before Stephanie pushed Tasha back into a chair then knelt between her legs and started licking her pussy. Tasha smiled then tipped her head back and closed her eyes. It didn't seem like 10 minutes but the bell went off signaling the end of my session. I stepped from the machine completely aroused from the show I had been witnessing.

"I'll be right back girls. Don't stop on my account."

I ran down the hall and washed the moisturizer off my cock and balls then ran back to the girls. Steph was still dining on Tasha. I walked over to Tasha and directed her to start sucking my cock. She wrapped her luscious lips around my cock and went to work. Tasha was taking a while to come probably because she had already had two massive orgasms. I sensed she needed to focus on what Steph was doing to her so I stepped away from Tasha and knelt down beside Stephanie. I pulled her away from Tasha's pussy and kissed her. Her lips tasted marvelous, coated in Tasha's sweet glaze. I whispered into Stephanie's ear "I think Tasha needs some anal help to get her off. Raise her legs, lick her ass, then slip a finger in before returning your mouth to her pussy."

Stephanie smiled and did as instructed, hooking her hands under Tasha's knees and raising her legs. When Steph's tongue hit Tasha's anus, Tasha hooked her own elbows under her knees holding them up and freeing Steph's hands. I laid on the floor and wiggled my way between Steph's legs. Her slick pussy was poised right above my mouth. I started a long slow tour of the nooks and crannies of her pussy. Steph was working her magic on Tasha and I was dining on the sweetest pussy I had eaten in a while. I licked her pussy clit and ass slipping fingers and thumbs into her two tight receptacles. My ears were being serenaded by a chorus of ums and ohs and moans from two very happy women.

I pushed Steph's legs out a bit wider then slid my head out from under her. I paused for a moment to admire the site of Tasha's knees beside her head, her ass being penetrated by Steph's finger, and Steph's head merrily buried between Tasha's thighs. I slid under Stephanie again, this time legs first. I raised her hips and set the head of my cock against her pussy. Stephanie instinctively sat down allowing my erection to slide deep inside her. She didn't move a lot but enough to let me know she was happy to have her cavity occupied. Her focus was still on Tasha whose third orgasm was at the edge of releasing the torrent of energy Stephanie had built in Tasha's body.

" AHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHH!!!!" Tasha screamed bending herself into a ball with each wave of pleasure that left her body. Stephanie moved her focus from Tasha's pussy to her own. She started rocking on my cock then shifted her legs so she could ride me in a reverse cowgirl. Seeing this young lady's ass bouncing up on down my cock was a site to behold.

No one was saying anything. Tasha was slumped in the chair watching Steph ride my cock. Stephanie was charging for as much pleasure as she could obtain.

Stephanie rolled off of me and laid on her back with her legs in the air.

"In my ass Mr H. I want you in my ass in this position."

"Steph? Are you sure?"

I've seen two men do it this way on "Queer as folk" it looks so awesome. I want to be able to look you in the eyes and to kiss you while your cock is filling my ass."

I got up and crawled on top of Stephanie. She reached between her legs and held my cock against her anus. I pushed into her, the head of my cock popping past her sphincter with a rush.

"Oh yes Mr. H. Oh yes."

I pushed and pulled slowly working my cock deeper into Stephanie. She had locked her hands onto my ass urging me to give her more, staring me in the eyes the entire time. Her eagerness encouraged me to start pounding her harder. I lowered myself so we could kiss. Our lips met. Our tongues danced. My balls tightened and released a stream of cum into Stephanie's ass. I pumped for as long as I could until the tip of my cock and the rest of my body became ultra-sensitive in its post-orgasm glory. Stephanie continued kissing me and spoke to me thanking me for such a great fuck.

I slid myself down between Stephanie's legs and started eating her pussy. Stephanie's pussy had the sweet steamy humidity of sex surrounding it. In moments she was nearing her own orgasm. I pushed two fingers into Stephanie's primed ass and two into her pussy searching for her g-spot. Stephanie grabbed my hair and mashed my face into her pussy grinding out a massive orgasm all over my face.

On the way out Stephanie told me I was booked in for 11:10 on Saturday.



Paradise Bound Ch. 09



11 days to paradise

Saturday. Paradise was getting closer. My tan was getting darker. And I was getting worn out. Between my every-other-day-orgies at the tanning salon, my wife's growing sexual appetite (which happened before every trip) and trying to get an extra week's worth of work completed before my vacation, my body and mind were having a difficult time keeping pace. Not that I was complaining about all the sex I was enjoying, but I was really looking forward to my vacation so I could get some rest.

After breakfast we took some time to read the Saturday newspaper. I opened up my laptop to complete some work while my wife showered and got ready to go shopping for some trip necessities.

I finished my work and drove over to the salon. Saturday's were always busy and though I had been managing to have some great sex when I was there on the weekends, I wasn't expecting anything this particular day. I figured the novelty was probably wearing off for Stephanie and Tasha at this point.

It was about 11:00am when I walked in the door. The salon was in full swing. People coming and going and sitting in the waiting area reading magazines.

"Can I help you?"

It was the attractive salon owner looking at me from the other side of the desk.

"Yes, hi. I'm Mr. Hampstead. I have an appointment at 11:10 I think."

The salon owner looked at the schedule on the computer behind the counter.

"Oh yes Mr. Hampstead. You're right. 11:10. It says you're due for a color check as well. Have a seat until your room is ready and I will pull your file."

As I sat down I heard a "Hello Mr. Hampstead." I turned around to see Tasha escorting a customer out and calling for the next customer to follow her into the salon. "Hello Tasha", I called back.

"We're ready for you Mr. Hampstead", the salon owner called to me, "come with me please."

I got up and followed the salon owner into the back.

"It looks like you've been holding to a very regular schedule. That's terrific. Are you getting ready for a trip or just trying to add some color?"

"We're leaving for Jamaica in about a week and a half. I think my tan is almost ready."

"Sounds really nice. I hope you've been satisfied with your service and will continue to visit us after your trip to maintain your tan from Jamaica. Here we are Mr. Hampstead, room 11."

We were at that favorite private room in the back.

"Get undressed Mr. Hampstead and I will send Stephanie down to complete your color check in a few minutes. We do the color check before your session because your skin often is a bit reddish after you tan. Enjoy your visit."

The owner stepped out closing the door behind her. I looked around and started to undress slowly, hanging up my clothes as I went. I was walking around the room naked looking at some of the pictures and posters. I was fantasizing about making love to Stephanie, eating her pussy, getting a blow job from her, fucking her ass. My erection was growing in anticipation of a pending fast romp on a Saturday morning with Steph. I was standing naked reading the instructions posted on the machine when I heard the door open. I turned around expecting to see Stephanie. I was rather surprised to see the spa owner walking in carrying the color check sticks and locking the door behind her. I was on the other side of the room from the towel which was resting on the stool over by my clothes.

"You know, it's so good to see a customer reading those instructions. I'm a firm believer we should make all our customers read those before they use a machine. It's a wise thing you're doing Mr. Hampstead." The owner turned around to face me, "So, hello again Mr. Hampstead. Stephanie seems to be tied up with another customer and I didn't want to keep you waiting, so I will do your color check for you."

"Well, uhh, I can wait until my next visit. I wouldn't want to put you to any trouble."

I was quickly losing my semi-erection feeling rather awkward standing naked yet again in front of another clothed beautiful woman I didn't know.

"Not a problem Mr. Hampstead. It will only take a few minutes. Really I don't mind in the least. And this will give me a chance to check up on the service you have been receiving"

The salon owner's eyes were looking into my own for the most part but every few seconds she would allow them to slide up and down my naked body. This last time her eyes stopped focusing on my crotch.

"Ahh, a man who does his own grooming. It's so nice to see. I always think a man's package looks so much neater and definitely more appealing when it is groomed. You know, we will soon be starting a service here at the salon that includes that type of grooming."

'Sure you will' I thought to myself 'Another unpublished service that is shared with a customer just when you happen to see him naked.'

"Really, that's terrific. I guess I missed seeing that part of the salon during my orientation. Is that service listed in your brochure? I wouldn't mind reading about the service."

"We're just designing that part of the salon. We will be looking for input from customers about the services. Maybe I can set up some time to talk with you about services for men. Okay Mr. Hampstead. Let's get started on your color check."

The salon owner had already distracted me enough that I almost forgot I was standing in front of her in my birthday suit.

"We'll do your back first then your front. It seems to work better this way. I don't know why but it just does."

The salon owner walked towards me, sticks and clip board in hand.

"You look a little nervous Mr. Hampstead. Honest this won't hurt you know."

"Yeah I know, it's just..."

"Stephanie did show how this works right? She allowed you to compare your skin tones to hers right? She allowed you to press various sticks against her skin right? Okay, I can see by the look in your eyes that that didn't happen. I'm going to have to remind Stephanie about this"

With that the spa owner put down her clip board and began pulling her salon issued golf shirt over her head.

"I find this more effective and comfortable if everyone doing a color check is in roughly the same state of undress. You don't mind if I strip down a bit do you Mr. Hampstead?"

"No. I guess not. As long as you're comfortable."

"Yeah I will be fine. I will keep my underwear on though if that's okay, just to maintain some level of decorum."

"Yeah sure fine," I replied.

The spa owner was sporting a beautiful set of D-cups covered by a seamless pure white bra. The cups were cut at a dramatic angle that exposed just a hint of her areola on each breast. She turned around and placed her top on the stool.

"You know, I tell these girls to let the customers see how this works. To apply the sticks against the customer and allow the customer to apply sticks on their skin. It helps the customer see how the subtle differences between various skin tones can be highlighted with these little sticks."

While she was talking the spa owner undid her capris. I watched intently, her hands sliding the waistband out around and down the curves of her hips. She had a beautiful body with wonderfully mature curves. She bent over again lifting one then the other leg out of her pants. A white thong hugged her waist, curved over her glutes and disappeared between the firm mounds or her shapely ass. The spa owner stood up while she neatly folded her capris allowing me to fully appreciate her shoulder length dark brown hair that fell just below her straight square shoulders; her v-shaped back ending at her crimped waist-line the softer flow of her lines out around her hips and ass and her perfectly shaped athletic legs. She bent, straight legged, placing her pants on the stool. Her ass poised high a top her legs, her thong covered pussy bulging out a bit between her golden thighs.

She stood and spun around with her hand out, "Oh, I guess I should introduce myself now that we're both standing here mostly naked. I'm Melanie, the salon owner. It's a pleasure to meet you Tom."

"Likewise Melanie. It's a pleasure to meet you. Though I must say, I don't meet a lot of beautiful women under these, uhh, conditions", I said looking Melanie up and down.

Our hands separated and dropped to our sides. Melanie's hand bumped into my re-awakened cock on the way down to her side. I jumped a little.

"Oops. I'm sorry Tom, I didn't hurt you did I?'

"No. Just a natural reaction I think. Don't worry about it. I'm fine"

"Well actually Tom, I don't get to meet a lot of my customers this way, but I looked at your chart and Stephanie had filled in a color rating for every box on your chart blah blah blah."

Hearing but not listening again. Melanie had the most terrific "D" cups. Through the thin material of her bra I could see they sported perfectly round areolas topped with the nicest matching nipples. Her waist pinched and her hips flared dramatically just the way I would draw them on a picture of the perfect woman were I able. Her thighs were in good physical condition and parted at the top enough to show off the plump labia of her triangle covered treasure. I could feel the blood returning to my penis.

"I'm sorry Melanie. I must be a bit nervous standing here naked in front of a beautiful woman and all. I think I missed the last little bit of what you were saying."

Melanie smiled at me knowing I was checking out her magnificent body while she was talking.

"That's okay Tom. At least you're honest enough to admit you weren't listening. Look, Stephanie filled in a color for every box on your registration form. That told me you had been naked with one of my attendants. That's why I told you to get undressed when I put you in the room."

"Why would you think that? I had a towel wrapped around me when Stephanie did my first color check. I don't think Stephanie has ever seen me naked."

"Well you must have opened your towel at some point. Look right here. There's a 2 marked beside 'penis'."

Melanie turned the clip board towards me. I looked at the form on the clip board and sure enough Melanie was right. The box beside "penis/vagina", with the word vagina crossed out, was clearly marked with a "2".

"Why that little sneak. I wondered why she was taking so long doing my inner thighs."

Melanie laughed and so did I.

"I will have to thank Stephanie later myself then Tom. It's not often I find an excuse to see such a handsome man without his clothes on."

"Gee thanks Melanie. I will have to thank Stephanie as well when I see her. It's not often I get to be naked with such a beautiful woman."

"Okay Tom. Enough of our mutual admiration society meeting, let's get your color check completed. Turn around and I will start with your back."

"Do you use moisturizer Tom?"

"I do. It's in my bag over by my clothes."

I heard Melanie walk over to my bag then return. "As I do your color check I will apply your moisturizer if that's okay Tom."

"Sure. I don't think I would ever complain about that. Hey, maybe that's a service you can add. I never have been able to figure out how to moisturize my back by myself."

"Hmm. That's something to consider."

I spun around and felt Melanie starting to press the color sticks against my back.

"So how has your service been from Tasha and Stephanie?"

"Why just Tasha and Stephanie?"

"When I looked at your chart it appeared that they were the only staff who has assisted you on your visits. Isn't that right?"

"Oh yeah, I guess that is right. It's just, as a general observation I have been impressed with the professional conduct of all your staff."

"Thanks Tom. That makes me feel good."

"So how does this color check work?" I asked Melanie.

"Well we hold the sticks against your skin and see which one essentially disappears. So your shoulders and your back are up three shades. That translates into about an additional SPF 4."

Melanie squeezed some moisturizer into her hands and massaged it into my back. Her hands were experienced. They felt good. Melanie started pressing sticks into various parts of my buttocks. Her hands were working together moving , cupping and separating my big muscles. Fingers pressed against and brushed over my anus sending more blood into my scrotum.

"Can you spread your legs a little Tom?"

I spread my legs as instructed and felt sticks being pressed into the underside of my cheeks, the ends of the sticks tickling my balls.

"Your butt... and what a nice butt it is Tom, is up about 4 shades, or about SPF 6. When you turn around I will show you how we do this. We always see the biggest change in people's butts."

"Now that you mention it Melanie, Stephanie did shared that information with me when she did my first color check."

I felt her press a stick against each leg, starting on the outside of my thighs , on my calves and ending in various places along my inner thighs. I didn't think about her vantage point when she grasping my thighs and butt because the whole process seemed so professional, but for certain she had a full view of my balls and cock just hanging out there in all their glory.

"and your legs are up 3 shades as well. Just one more check from back here Tom."

I felt Melanie grab my sack.

"I like to check these from both back and front. If a customer uses a stand-up machine too often their balls tend to be whiter from back here. If they're in a bed the same can happen if they aren't lying with their legs apart. If they go on vacation not knowing their balls are white... well let's just say more than a few vacations have been ruined because someone on a nude beach thought their balls were already tanned when they weren't."

All the while Melanie was talking she was wrapping my sack around different sticks, and causing my erection to continue to grow.

"So Stephanie and Tasha Tom, what can they improve on?"

'hmmm, let's see, what can they improve on' I thought, 'Blow job? Nope. Hand Job? Nope. Fucking? Nope. Ass fucking? Nope. Gee I can't think of anything they can improve on'

"Well Tom. Do you have any suggestions? Or have you lost your concentration while I've been color checking your testicles?" "ha ha ha".

"Actually Mel, I know it's a serious question you asked so I'm trying to contribute but I'm having a hard time finding something they can improve on."

Melanie continued manipulating my balls though I think she was done with color checking them, I think they were just there, so she just played with them.

"Let's see, Stephanie. Hmmm, she could be better at... well her color checks."

We both laughed. Melanie squeezed some moisturizer into her hands and began massaging it into my buttocks. Her hands were good. My cock was stiff and reaching for the wall with all its hardness.

"Oh I have it. At times they both seem to lack confidence. They need to believe they're in charge and that the customer is really looking to them for advice and direction. Otherwise, they're congenial, service oriented; they really aim to please and to provide the best customer service they can."

"Okay, thanks Tom. That's good feedback for them. I will pass that along. I don't think it's anything I have to turn them over my knee for though do you?"

We both laughed again.

"Gee Melanie if you're looking for a reason to give Tasha and Stephanie a good spanking, I'm sure I could come up with some story that would give you reason."

Stephanie got a big smile on her face. "You're funny Tom. And I could see how that might be fun with those two young beauties."

'You have no idea' I thought to myself.

"Okay Tom turn around."

I turned around. Melanie was crouched down. Her face was right in front of my cock. She looked at it intently and said "We'll do you last my fine friend."

Melanie stood up, her breasts brushed over my hard cock.

"Oops, sorry again. I just keep bumping into you don't I?" Melanie said gently grabbing hold of my penis. "I will try to be more careful. I promise."

"Okay Tom, let me show you how this works."

Melanie was standing right in front of me. Our bodies were inches away from touching each.

"So you take a stick you think is the right color and press it into a spot on the person's body. Like this."

Melanie pushed a stick against my chest pinching my nipple between her thumb and the stick as she did so. My nipple hardened in response. My cock responded by twitching.

"See Tom, that's too light, she whispered to me." Removing the stick and flipping to another color.

She pressed another stick against me. I could feel more blood pumping into my cock. Melanie's nipples were doing their best to reach across the space between us to touch my chest. "and this one is too dark. So it must be this one."

She pressed another stick against my chest. I looked down and saw how it disappeared against my skin tone.

"Yeah, I see how it blends in Melanie."

Melanie bent down and wrote the number on the stick in the space for my chest color. When she stood up she bumped my fully erect penis with her shoulder.

"I'm sorry fella." Melanie said to my penis, gently wrapping her hand around its girth.

"Gee, either I'm seeking you out or trying your hardest to get to me. I think it may be the latter, don't you?" Melanie said wryly.

Melanie stood up holding my penis in one hand while giving me the color sticks with the other. "Here Tom, you try it on me so you can see how it works. While I'm holding your staff here keeping it safe from my clumsiness, I will instruct you."

I took the sticks from Melanie.

"So look at my shoulder, then look at the sticks. Pick the stick you think will match and hold it against my skin."

I followed Melanie's instructions which were pretty obvious. Melanie continued to gently hold my penis. I flipped through a couple of sticks before I found a match.

"I think this is it Melanie. What do you think?"

Melanie looked down and said "That's a good match Tom. Now to illustrate how subtle our skin colors are and how they can change in a relatively small distance on our bodies, I want you to undo my bra so you can color check my breasts."

"Okay Melanie, I can do that."

Before Melanie could turn around giving me access to the clasp on her bra, I reached around behind her and flipped open the clasp with one hand.

"WOW, you're good at that. That was impressive."

"If you say so. It's nothing really. It's just a bra."

"Yeah it is, but if you find it that easy to undo a bra, you should set up classes. Most men fumble and stumble their way through undoing a bra if they can manage it at all. Trust me that was impressive. Sometime I will have to find out what else you can do with those hands to impress me some more."

"I'm sure we can arrange something if you're really curious Melanie." 

Melanie released my cock and allowed her bra to slide down her arms, slipping it off one then making a feeble attempt with the other to flip it over to the stool with her other clothes. The entire motion happened with Melanie's eyes locked on mine.

"Okay Tom, now cup my breast in one hand. Take a stick in the other and press it against the top of my breast" Melanie instructed me while returning her gentle grasp to my hardened penis.

I placed my left hand under her right breast, instinctually rolling her nipple under my thumb. I flipped through the sticks finding one that was obviously too light and pressed it against her perfect breast.

"So what do you think Tom?"

"I think color checks are a great service you provide. When's the last time you had one done for yourself Melanie?"

"No Tom. Is it too light, too dark or does it match?"

"Oh definitely too light Melanie."

"Then try another color until you find a match."

I tried two more. One too dark, another too light, all the while caressing Melanie's fine tit.

"I think this is it," I said, trying a fourth stick. "What do you think Melanie?"




Paradise Bound Ch. 09



Melanie raised her eyes from having focused them on the shaft she was lovingly holding in her hand.

"I think that's a good match Tom. See. It's not so tough is it? And did you notice how it's a different shade than the match on my shoulder?"

"You're right Melanie. It's not so tough, in fact I think I could find some fun in doing this. You didn't answer my question though."

"What was that Tom?'

"When's that last time you had a color check done on yourself?"

"Oh it's been a while I guess."

"Why don't I complete one for you now?"

"But we don't have my previous readings. What use would it be? It's busy in here today Tom. We'll save that for another time but thanks for the offer. Let's get your color check finished so we can get you your tan."

Melanie released my cock, took the sticks and started checking my shoulders. What better time to show her what my hands were capable of. I placed my right hand on the surface of her thong. It was smooth and warm. I looked into Melanie's eyes. She continued with my color check while my fingers slid over the soft white material covering Melanie's pussy. Melanie started checking my face, looking back into my eyes. I slipped two fingers inside her thong sliding them down over her pussy pulling aside the tiny piece of cloth. 

"If that didn't feel so good Tom I would have stopped you before you started. Those hands of yours are talented."

I didn't reply I just nodded, my fingers hitting her clit for the first time. Melanie didn't break her gaze but I felt her pelvis tilt back communicating her sensitivity to me. I pressed my palm against her pubic area, my fingers extending down through her slick petals to her readied gate. I curled my middle finger slipping it inside Melanie's cunt. Melanie stepped her legs apart a little yet pretended to continue with my color check.

I found the rough little patch just inside her yoni; Melanie's G-Spot. Melanie sighed. My thumb hit her clit, finger and thumb working firm slow circles around these opposing stimulation points. Melanie grabbed my arms, riding the surge in her pleasure and steadying her stance. Small gyrations told me she was enjoying what I was doing and she was trying to maximize her pleasure. Melanie's movements became more rhythmic, moving in unison with my finger and thumb. My left hand was caressing and squeezing her right nipple. I moved my left hand down to her round bum, chasing her thong between her glutes, stopping my middle finger on her anus. I held it there and pressed against her tight backdoor enough for her to know my finger was right there. She bit her lower lip, closed her eyes and grunted out her first orgasmic impulse. Her breaths came slightly syncopated with the pulsations beating through her pelvis. The contractions in her anus sucked at my fingertip. Her pussy juiced ran down my right finger into my palm.

Her right hand grabbed my wrist stopping my stimulation, succumbing to the heightened sensitivity she was feeling in her yoni.

"I knew those hands were special. That was an unexpected surprise Tom. Thank you."

"You're welcome Melanie. Sometime I will have to introduce your sweet pussy to my left hand."

Melanie pulled my right hand away from her pussy and brought it up in front of our faces.

"Here's a nice pussy-lollipop Tom. You lick one side and I will lick the other and we'll see just how sweet it is." 

Our tongues floated around my middle finger licking up the thick rick honey coating it. Melanie pulled my hand down while slipping her tongue into my mouth. Her left had grabbed my cock and guided it between her legs. She slid her yoni along my shaft but wouldn't allow it to slip inside her.

Mel broke our lip-lock and bent down to update her clip board. 

"And now it's your turn my friend" Melanie purred grabbing my cock and stroking it lightly.

She examined it with her gaze. "Nice even color Tom. You must have this fella nice and hard during most of tanning sessions. That's good Tom. Did Stephanie suggest that to you? We really should be sharing that tip with our male customers but I suspect most of my girls are too shy to bring up that topic. "

Melanie started holding sticks against my stiff cock.

"So Tom, are you going to a resort in Jamaica?" Melanie asked.

Her touch felt great. "Yes we are."

"Which one?"

"It's called Couples Negril."

"I've heard of that. They have nude sunbathing on their beaches, don't they?"

"They do."

"Well I hope you're going to take advantage of that. Your penis is certainly ready for the sun. It's already up 3 shades."

Melanie updated my sheet then grabbed my moisturizer.

"Hold your hands out Tom. I will give you some moisturizer to do your face and neck while I finish up down here." 

Melanie dispensed some cream into my hands then some into her own hands. I started doing my neck. Melanie plopped her hands onto my abdomen.

"Hope you don't mind Tom. But I'm just going to hold this big guy steady and out of the way so I don't keep bumping into him while I spread your moisturizer around."

I was spreading my lotion on my neck shoulders and face and not really thinking about how Melanie was going to accomplish what she had just said. "Do whatever you have to."

Melanie leaned forward and took the head of my cock into her mouth. She didn't bob her head or roll her tongue around the tip of my penis, she just held it in her mouth. Her hands massaged the lotion into my abs, across my pubic bone and around my ass. I was silent except for the moans that escaped my throat every time Melanie swallowed changing the pressure on the end of my penis. 

Melanie moved her head from side-to-side keeping my rod out of the way while never taking it deeper into her mouth. She ran her hands up and down each leg a couple of times. 

I could feel the head of my cock swelling readying itself to unload some hot cream into Melanie's mouth. Melanie released my cock.

"It's a god job my girls haven't seen you naked Tom" Melanie murmured. "Otherwise they may have seduced you into having sex with them so they could take a ride on this wonderful pole of yours. I just need to moisturize this fella and then we're done and you can catch your sun."

The bottle belched when Melanie squeezed a glob into her hand. She dropped the bottle and rubbed the moisturizer into both hands. One hand then the other grabbed my cock at its base then dragged the lotion up over its bald head. Melanie was staring at my cock watching her hands slide up and down its entire length. Watching the head appear from between her fore finger and thumb when she pushed her hand towards my scrotum.

"Okay Tom you should get in the machine before you lose your load and this glorious erection you're sporting. It will serve you better on the nude beach if you maintain that erection while you tan here."

Mel held my penis while she pulled herself to her feet. She stood close to me. Her breast touching my ribs, my cock pushing into her abs.

"Your tan has come along great Tom. Keep using different machines. Thanks for being patient while I did your color check. I'm doing a customer feedback session this week. I invite 6 – 8 customers to come in and make suggestions about what we can do better. I give people free tanning minutes for their time. Would you be willing to come in?"

Melanie was stroking my cock and massaging my balls while she talked to me.

I swallowed deeply thinking I wanted to take this woman then and there in whatever way she wanted to feel me filling her insides. "Sure Mel. I can fit that in."

"That's great Tom. I appreciate that. Stop by the desk on your way out and I will give you the details"

"Okay Mel I will do that. "

Okay Tom, get in your bed. I have to get back to work."

Mel released my cock, turned and walked to her clothes. I watched her bend down and pick up her bra, her pussy mound teasing me from under her pure white thong. 

I rolled into the tanning bed my cock stretching the skin to its limit, my balls aching to empty themselves into some receptacle. I guess that wasn't going to happen today. 

As I reached for the start button, I glanced at Mel and caught her pulling her capris over her nice ass. The machine lights came on and the fans started. I closed my eyes and dreamt about fucking Mel just because there was nothing else on my mind. How could there be?

I lay there luxuriating in the heat of the lights and the fantasy in my mind. I was dreaming about Mel's mouth around my cock pleasuring me. 

I grabbed my goggles and my eyes flew open 'what just touched my cock?' my mind screamed. Something cool and creamy

Stephanie was sitting beside my tanning bed, a huge smile on her face, her hands wrapped around my cock.

"Hi Mr. H." 

The bell sounded signaling the end of my session. 

"Stephanie. You just scared the crap out of me."

We both laughed.

"Don't get up Mr. H. Melanie sent me in here to clean the machine when you were done. You looked so good laying here and this cock of yours. MMMM, so yummy."

Stephanie raised the upper panel of the bed with her free hand. Then she turned her full attention to my cock and balls. She squirted more lotion onto my cock then began massaging my shaft and testicles. From the day I met this girl I knew she was a talented lover, that she just knew how to make love, kiss, and handle a man's treasures.

Stephanie focus was entirely on my rock hard penis. "Now try to be quiet Mr. H." Stephanie whispered. "But do let me know when you're going to cum so I can try to keep your honey from baking on the surface of the bed."

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to fully enjoy the efforts of my crotch-masseuse. Stephanie's hands roamed up and down my shaft, cupped and pulled at my testicles and massaged my ass and anus.

"Oh that's so good Steph. So good." I whispered to my lover.

I felt the head of my cock swell attempting to hold back the flood trying to escape my balls. Stephanie felt it to.

"That's good Mr. H. Cum for me Mr H. Fill my mouth with your sweet salty honey."

Stephanie's right hand pumped my shaft. Her left hand cradled my balls, her middle finger pressed against my anus. I opened my eyes. Stephanie was leaning forward her mouth poised a inch or two from my cum spout. She pressed her finger into my anus and squeezed my prostate. My balls spasmed shooting a stream of cum into Steph's waiting mouth. Her lips fell onto the head of my cock sucking up every spurt of cum that emanated from my scrotum.

Our muffled moans baying in unison. "MMM. MMM. MMM. MMMmmmm".

I relaxed back onto the bed. Stephanie finished sucking on her erupting lollipop.

"MMM. That was so yummy Mr. H. Thanks."

With my eyes closed and my body recovering I gave the simplest of replies "Thank you Stephanie."

Stephanie grabbed a warm wet towel and cleaned me up. Then she bent over and kissed me.

"Okay Mr H. you better get up so I can clean the bed and get back out there. Melanie will be looking for me."

I rolled out of the bed and Stephanie went to work wiping it down.

"Good job Mr. H. We didn't spill a drop of your milky honey."

"Well that was all your doing Stephanie. I was only the dispenser. You were in charge of retrieval."

As I got dressed Stephanie and I chatted about my color check.

"So did Melanie say if your tan is doing well?"

"She did Steph. And she showed me how the sticks work. You didn't do that on my first color check."

"I know Mr. H. I was just so nervous knowing what I wanted to do you and I wasn't thinking straight. So you got to hold the sticks against Melanie's skin?"

"I did."

"She has a great body doesn't she Mr. H? I mean I couldn't believe it the first time I saw her naked."

"How's that Stephanie?"

"Before we can do our first color check Melanie takes us through the procedure. We get naked together. She does a color check on us and we do one on her. I was so nervous but so aroused too. I swear I almost came the first time she touched my pussy. She had to know how wet I was. I just couldn't hide it. And when I handled her pussy I was going crazy. Her pussy is so nice Mr. H. You should try to get to see it sometime."

"Yeah Steph, she does have a nice body, but I'm not sure I will never get to see Melanie naked."

"I'm sure she liked your body too Mr. H. Who wouldn't?"

I had finished dressing. Stephanie came over and gave me a big hug.

"Thanks again Mr. H. Your cum tastes so good. It was the best lunch I could have had. Let's get going."

We walked out to the front together.

"Goodbye Mr. Hampstead." Stephanie said walking behind the desk.

"Tom." Melanie called to me. "Don't forget this."

She handed me an envelope. "Hope you can make it Thursday night. Be sure to RSVP when you get a minute."

I opened the envelope when I reached my car. It was an invitation to a Customer Feedback night starting at 9:00pm indicating the salon would close early for this event.