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Paradise

By: sonneteer1



one

This resort has got to be one of my better ideas. I haven't had a vacation in years. All work and no play makes for a very dull girl. I really needed a change of scenery. To travel all the way to this island paradise for a week, isn't the least expensive thing, but the sun sand and surf make it easier to overlook the fact that I'll be pinching every penny...dime...nickel...and quarter for the next thousand years. From inside my bungalow the wall of crystal clear glass allows for an absolutely incredible view of this tropical heaven. And the room comes with every amenity a gal could ever want. The first thing on my agenda is to stock up on some food. 

"That'll be $72.83," the young clerk says.

I hand over $75.00 in cash. Boy I really splurged...what am I going do with all this food!

With my cart fully loaded, I head out the automatic door. Once outside I'm awed at the beauty of this little island hideaway. I should have come here ages ago. I take a deep cleansing breath, then slowly exhale. This is the life. With a silly smile on my face, I push my heavy load toward my cheap rental car. Slightly distracted by the clear blue sky and the lush palm trees...THUD...I crash into something. Startled I gape at the sight in front of me.

"HEY, lady," a man says sharply, "watch where you're going."

" Oh my God, I'm so sorry," I apologize and reach out my hand to help up the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen. His piercing blue eyes look up at me. I give him my most sincere smile. 

He grins back. "No problem," he says as he grasps my hand.

When we touch warm sensations flood my entire body. Startled by such an intense reaction, I'm not prepared for the tug on my arm and I tumble forward, landing on top of him. Instantly I'm aware of his hard body beneath me. His scent is a heady mix of sandalwood and spice. I'm so embarrassed my whole body flushes a deep shade of red. I push up to untangle myself but I only make the contact of our lower bodies more intimate. I can feel his sex begin to stir, my nipples immediately tighten into hard nubs.

"Uummmm, I'm sorry," I mutter mortified as I get off him as gracefully as possible.

He chuckles. " Any time ," his wicked grin flashes, "most excitement I've had all day."

"I'm not usually this clumsy," 

"Sure." He teases.

I reach out again to help him up.

"I think I can manage on my own," he says with a smile, flirting with me.

"I feel so foolish, what can I do to make it up to you?"

"Well, you could fall on me again," he says provocatively, wiggling his dark eyebrows.

I giggle. A lock of his rich coco brown hair falls over his forehead making him look so sexy. 

"Really, I could buy you a cup of coffee or something."

"What's the or something," he banters.

I blush. Tantalizing sparks of awareness leap between us. I'm enjoying myself, after all I haven't been so sexually attracted to a man before. It'll be fun to see where all this chemistry leads.

"Well, maybe something a little stronger than coffee," I reply.

"Like a drink?"

"Yeah, sure"

"What about dinner?"

"I guess," I say hesitantly.

"Great! I'll pick you up at seven tonight," he states, a wide grin spreading across his face.

I chuckle. "I walked right into that one didn't I"

"Yes you certainly did."

"Why don't I cook instead...tomorrow. Would that be okay?"

I can't believe I just said that, I think as I write my address down on a piece of paper.

"Works for me." He looks at it, a sexy little grin appears.

"Well, I'll see you then."

"Seven it is." He turns and walks over to a shiny black ford truck.

I gaze at him. Great buns, I ogle his lean hard form. Very nice. Lustfully distracted by his gorgeous body I suddenly remember to ask, "HEY STUD!" I shout. "I don't even know your name." But I'm to late, he's already inside his car, ready to drive away.

I can't believe I just did that. How could I be so stupid as to invite a perfect stranger to dinner tomorrow!

After putting away all the food, I quickly change into black Lycra biker shorts and a black sports bra. I plan to take full advantage of the workout room. As I head out the door, I slip on a loose a bright green tank top, to shy to expose so much skin. 

"Today must be my lucky day," I whisper to myself as I peek inside the large empty room. I'll be able to whip through my regular routine in less than thirty minutes. I begin by stretching every muscle. Then I move rapidly through the leg, abdominal and back machines. Almost finished, I sit on the pec machine and begin my repetitions. Focusing on my technique I don't hear the door open.

"...7...8...9...10," I count softly, ending the first set. I relax for a minute and begin again,"...1...2...3..." A prickle of awareness alerts me that I'm not alone. I finish the second set and turn to see the man from the parking lot. "What are you doing here?" I ask surprised.

"Same as you." He grins. " I'm staying here too, imagine that."

"Oh..."

"Don't sound so excited," he teases.

"No problem," I say with a warm smile. Wanting to show him how pleased I am. He looks incredible in his dark blue nylon shorts and matching tank top. A longing to caress his hard muscles washes over me. I return to my exercises, not wanting him to see how aroused I am. I begin my third and final set.

"Nice form," he says a minute later, as he walks up behind me.

He's so close now I can feel the heat radiating from his body. Distracted I falter a little.

"Let me help," he offers. He wraps his arms around me, shadowing my position. He gently squeezes our arms together finishing the exercise. His chest brushes against my back. Shivers of excitement surge through me. He presses closer and nuzzles the back of my neck. A sigh escapes between my slightly parted lips. I lean back letting my arms drop down, not wanting to complete the set. He separates our bodies a little and begins to massage my shoulders, upper back and neck.

"Uummmm, that feels so nice," I sigh in bliss.

"Does it?" He kneads my tight muscles with his strong calloused hands. Gently rubbing in small circles. 

I moan. "Don't ever stop." I can feel the stress of work give way to sexual arousal. I'm so hot! My nipples stand hard and ready in anticipation of his touch. I reach around and behind to pull his thighs into direct contact with my back. I lean my head back and push into his groin. I can feel him swollen and hard. I gently rub my head back and forth. I want to drive him as wild as I feel. He moans aloud. He cups my breasts in his palms he continues his exploration. He slips his hands inside my bra. He gently pulls and tugs on my nipples. He pinches my hard tight peaks between his thumb and index finger, all the while my hands caress the back of his bare thighs. I moan in pleasure. It feels so good. His hands work their magic, sending tingles of excitement through me. He stops for a moment to pull me up to a standing position. He turns me around so that we are now facing each other. 

With our bodies barely touching, he leans forward to kiss me. Our lips gently brush, his warm moist breath caresses my face. My tongue traces his bottom lip seeking access to his delectable mouth. I probe the inside tenderly, slowly, savoring his pleasant taste. I curl my tongue around his and I begin to suckle. The kiss deepens. So consumed by passion, I don't realize that he has maneuvered us to a weight bench, until my legs brush up against it's cool surface. He gently presses me down. He nudges my legs apart and steps between them. He breaks the kiss. He leans forward as his hands slide under my top as he caresses my tummy. His fingers crawl up towards my aching breasts. I moan aloud, waiting. He teases me, stopping to rub my ribs, just barely bushing the underside of my breasts. 

My hard nipples ache for his touch. Suddenly he removes his hands from under my top. I close my eyes and groan in disappointment. A moment later I sigh in pleasure when I feel the heat of his hands on my skin. He pushes my top upward. He folds it under my chin. Next he stretches the edge of my black sports bra so he can place it with my top, exposing my large breasts. I moan a little louder when his tongue licks my nipple. Slowly he draws it inside his warm mouth, sucking. He flicks his wet tongue over my rigid nub making me quiver. I bring my hands up caressing his back, urging him closer. His talented tongue shifts to the other breast. I'm so excited my hands urgently caress every accessible inch of flesh. 

My fingernails trace lightly along his spine. He licks along the underside of my breast, gently nipping and sucking. With his hands leading the way he pulls down my shorts, his wet tongue follows downward over my ribs, my stomach, until he reaches my navel where it dips inside. Lower he goes with long wet strokes. His fingers reach between my legs, inside my shorts and panties, to the apex of my thighs, sliding through my soft pubic hair. He parts my folds and slips a finger inside. He probes gently. I contract my muscles, squeezing wanting him to insert it farther. He slides his finger slowly in and out. With each new thrust he pushes deeper. In, it sinks. Out, it slides from my moist heat. 

He pinches my clit, rolling it between his fingers. Then he plunges two fingers inside, stroking the very core of me. My hips lift off the hard bench wanting his fingers deep inside. I moan softly through clenched teeth, the sensations so intense. His fingers undulate as my pelvis gyrates in circles seeking climax. I'm so close to orgasm that my hips buck wildly up and down. All of a sudden I feel the bench shift and we tumble to the floor. I let out a startled cry. 

"Do I sense a pattern here?" He chuckles. 

I just giggle harder. Soon the two of us are laughing hysterically. As our laughter fades, I realize just how out of control our attraction spiraled. But instead of feeling afraid, a thrill of excitement washes through me. To be so consumed by desire, is a heady feeling. One I want to experience to the fullest.

"Ummmm, usually I get a mans name before...well...anyway, I'm Sherry." I can feel the flush of embarrassment warm my face. I stand up. 

"Rod," his sweet smile comforts me. "Me too." He raises to his feet. His large hand grasps my smaller one. "A pleasure to meet you Sherry. Let me walk you to your bungalow. I don't know about you, but I need a very cold, very long shower."

I smile in gratitude.

two

Slowly my chocolate brown eyes open. I toss aside the soft covers and gently stretch my body. The bright golden rays of the sun caress my skin. Ready to start the day I get out of bed. I quickly change into my swim suit adding a sarong. I make a light breakfast of fruit and settle on the patio chair enjoying the gorgeous view of the ocean. This is the life, I sigh in pleasure. Eager to begin exploring I finish eating and clean up.

The sand is cozy and warm as it squishes between my toes. It tickles as it slides over them. Reaching down I pick up a pretty pink shell that's been uncovered. It's so relaxing walking along the shore collecting gods beautiful treasures. I continue searching for shells as I stroll along the waters edge. The sound of the waves crashing...the gulls crying overhead surround me. After a while I look up to see where I am and discover I have reached a small cove. Jagged rocks reach high, meeting a bright blue sky, creating a U-shaped private haven. Awed by the pure beauty before me I sit on one of the many large rocks scattered along the shoreline. How wonderful it is to be totally alone here. The waves crash against it's craggy surface, spraying me with cool salty water. Entranced by the magnificence of the ocean, I close my eyes. A seagull cries above. A slight breeze rustles the nearby brush growing on the sides of the cove. I inhale deeply, tasting the tangy sea. With each new breath I relax my body more and more, renewing my spirit. I lift my face toward the sun letting the heat kiss my face. "Ummmmm," I sigh deeply with pleasure.

"Gorgeous isn't it," a soft husky voice whispers into my ear.

Startled I jerk away, falling off my perch, right into the water. "Damn!" I turn to look at who is speaking, I smile, " you shouldn't sneak up on a girl like that. You scared me half to death."

"Sorry," he grins "let me help you up."

I look into his incredible eyes, "now where have I heard that one before," I laugh. "You know I'm beginning to wonder about you. I always seem to end up on my ass whenever you are near." I reach toward his out stretched arms.

"Hummm, I wonder why," he chuckles.

"Hey, it's all your fault," I tease, "it only happens around you."

"Must be a sign." He winks as he pulls me up.

"And just what kind of sign would that be," I ask.

He tugs me flush against his body, "this kind," he whispers as he lowers his lips to mine. Softly his lips caress mine, he traces his tongue along my slightly parted lips seeking entry. He deepens the kiss. Dizzy with desire I melt into him. Strong arms wrap around me, supporting my liquid body. After several minutes of devouring each other we slowly separate...thighs...pelvis...chest. Reluctant to end such a sensuous kiss we gradually disconnect our lips.

I gaze into his piercing blue eyes. He smiles warmly at me and catches my hands between his. He guides me backward into the cove away from public view. The sound of the ocean becomes less noticeable as he continues to move deeper. Unexpectedly a shadow falls over us, startled by the sudden change we look up. A dark cloud drifts overhead. Goosebumps appear on my body as the warmth of the sun diminishes. I shiver, as the cloud passes by and blue sky returns. He takes my hand and pulls me closer. Gently he lowers us to the sand. In a seated position. He scoots back against the rocks for support and pulls me between his legs. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close. I lean my head back resting it on his chest.

"Comfy," he asks

I sigh in pleasure, "umm, yesss."

" Good!" He begins to softly caress my shoulders, gently massaging.

"Careful, I'm getting used to this. That feels so good." I close my eyes, completely relaxing. My breathing slows as his hands and fingers work their magic. One hand slides across my breasts and the other glides over my abdomen. Then lower between my legs. I part them allowing easier access. His thumb traces along the edge of my swimsuit bottoms. He slips it inside, rubbing, probing, soon his whole hand covers my mound as he cups me. Back and forth he rubs. My breath catches as he inserts a finger. Gently he strokes me. I moan quietly. My hips undulate. He turns my head to the side and gives me a hard kiss. His tongue and finger probe in unison. My breathing quickens and I begin to pant. I'm so aroused. He sinks two fingers inside. Stroking in and out. In and out. I can feel his cock swell against my lower back. It's so hard. I can hear his moans of pleasure. He deepens the kiss, our tongues tangling, dueling. So engrossed in the kiss I hardly notice that I help him as he pushes my bottoms down my legs. I raise my hips to make it easier. He quickly removes his own trunks and lifts me over his swollen shaft. I sink slowly onto his hard cock as he thrusts upward.

"Aahhhhhh, " I moan. "harder baby, faster,"

He pushes me to all fours and kneels behind me and moves aside my sarong. He grips my hips and plunges deep inside my wet pussy and sinks his hard cock all the way. In and out he thrusts, drilling me. Harder he pumps, faster and faster. I moan loudly, breathing hard, as he slams into me. Reaching around with one hand he pulls my top down exposing my breasts. He pinches and rolls my nipple, tugging and tweaking my tight nub. God I'm so close. He gradually slows his pace, one deep thrust after another. Long, slow, strokes again and again and again. 

"Oh baby," I moan, "you're driving me crazy. Faster baby, " I pant, "faster."

"Impatient are you," he chuckles between his own pants, continuing the slower rhythm.

"Yeessssss, Rod," I say between clenched teeth.

"Tell me Doll, tell me what you want."

"Harder baby, harder. Hard and fast, that's what I want," I say breathlessly.

"Like this Doll," he says as his hard cock slams into my wet box.

I moan loudly. "YESSSSSSS."

Suddenly a large spray of water soaks me, bringing me back to reality. I sigh deeply as I rise from the rock. Damn, it felt so real, I sigh again as I head back to my room. The sky darkens slightly and I hug myself chilled. I hurry on.

three

Just as he is about to knock, Rod notices the note. "Hummm, what's this?" He reads aloud, "Come on in, I'm running a few minutes late, I'll be out soon. There's beer in the fridge." 

He enters and looks around and hears the shower. After grabbing a cold beer he silently enters the bedroom. He leans against the door frame of the bathroom watching. 

Chuckling softly at the sound of Sherry humming to herself, some unknown tune, he gazes as her hands glide all over. Wishing he was the washcloth sliding all slick and bubbly over smooth satin skin. Closing his eyes he breathes in the sweet smell of exotic flowers and just a hint of spice. The damp misty room along with the thought of her all wet and soft heat his blood, pooling in his groin, making him hard and wanting. Taking in a slow, deep breath he backs away, unwilling for her to know he has intruded on such a private time.

"Hey, how are you?" I smile in welcome. "I see you got my note, Sorry I'm a little late. I hope you don't mind." 

"No, not at all, I was just enjoying the view." He grins. 

"Dinner won't take long. I thought we could eat out on the patio. It's a nice evening." 

" Yes, it is, but I thought I heard in the news that there is a storm coming in."

"Oh, I guess we should hurry then and take advantage of now, huh?' I laugh.

"What can I do to help?"

"Why don't you put some music on."

"Sure thing, is there anything you'd like to hear?"

"Anything is fine, you choose."

I can hear the soft strains of jazz on the radio, "Nice," I comment.

"So, What's for dinner?"

"I thought that a nice shrimp salad and fresh bread would be good, is that ok?"

"Sounds delicious, but then I can't imagine there's much I wouldn't like about you." He winks.

Blushing, I set the plates on the table. "I have a bottle of Chardonnay, would you like some or another beer?"

"Wine, please."

The conversation is lively as we get to know one another, discovering the similarities and differences. I love the early phase of a relationship. The wonder at connecting with someone. So often you have a physical attraction but not a mental one. It's wonderful when you get that mental fuck as wall as physical one. I chuckle aloud. Thinking of my earlier fantasy while sitting on the rock. 

"What are you thinking?" he asks.

"I, well, nothing," I evade, blushing. Looking up at the sky, "I think we should go inside, I think the weatherman was right for a change, it's getting a little chilly and the dark clouds are coming in."

"You're not changing the subject that easily," he laughs. "I will get you to tell me what you were chuckling about," he winks again.

"We'll see," I say flirtatiously.

After we clean the dishes, we sit on the love seat. "I love the view here." I say as the dark clouds move in, the sky darkens, the air thick with moisture. I turn to face him. "It's so awesome. I would love to actually live in a place like this, not just visit."

" You would huh," he replies as he plays with my hair, wrapping it around his fingers. "You have such soft hair." he leans close and breaths in the scent. "So sexy, I love short hair. Yours has this wild messy look. Like you just had great sex." 

The lightening flashes, a few seconds later the thunder rumbles.

I blush again. "You know, you drive me crazy don't you?"


Paradise



"I do!" he grins. " I was hoping you'd say that," he chuckles. "So what were you thinking before? Cause I really, really, really want to know. " He leans close again and kisses my neck, nuzzling. His wet tongue slides along my ear. 

I quiver. He reaches up and turns off the lamp.

"I see you like that," he whispers in my ear. 

I moan quietly, "Yes." Crackles of light dance across the room. The thunder booms overhead as the storm moves closer.

"Tell me what you were thinking," he gently blows, "tell me."

"Not fair," I sigh deeply, as desire ripples through me. The energy crackles between us.

"Ahhhhh, who says I have to be fair," he chuckles as he sucks on my earlobe. 

Two can play this game, I smile. My hands begin to roam over his chest.

"Now who's not being fair," he whispers, panting softly.

"Not me," I giggle as I pull his shirt off. My hands lightly trace circles around his hard nipples, flicking. 

"Damn, you sure know how to distract a guy." he moans softly as he leans back to allow for better access. 

"That's the whole point," I say with my lips pressed against his smooth skin. My tongue licks a long slow stroke across his taut nipple. I gently bite, nibble. I crawl onto his lap and devour his mouth in a hard kiss and press my body against his. My hands grab his hair to keep him as close as possible. My mouth and tongue lavish wet kisses all over his cheeks, eyes and chin. I draw his hands over his head and lock them in mine. "Now I have you," I whisper ", As I breathe heavily

"Ummmm, you do, what are you going do now?" he challenges. He pants faster, harder.

"Hummm, would you like it if I did this?" I rub my breasts against his chest. My hard peaks tease him. I sit back and look into his eyes. I can see the desire, it makes me shiver. "What about this?" I say softly as I grind my ass into his groin. I can feel his hardness. "Ahhhhh, that feels so good," I moan. Sparks jump between us. My body turns to molten liquid. I release his hands so I can unbuckle his belt. I tear at his clothes, careful not to injure him as I unzip his jeans. His silk boxers slide over my palm as I cup his swollen cock. I open the slit of his boxers to expose him, hard and ready. He lifts his ass and I slide the boxes off. I sigh in pleasure as I drop my head. My mouth trails light kisses along his hard shaft. My wet tongue licks a path to his satin balls. I gently suck them deep inside my mouth. Then I repeat the process back to his head. My hot tongue softly probes, swirling around and around. I lick the rim, and ever so slowly suck him inside my hot, moist mouth inch by inch. My tongue caresses the underside, suckling, I take him deeper and deeper. 

"Ooooh...Ahhhhh..." he sighs between heavy pants. The room is aglow with lightening flashes, the thunder booms loudly.

My tongue wraps around his shaft, caressing. My tongue, undulates slowly along his length. I savor the salty tang of his essence, the satin texture. I continue to envelope him deeply in my mouth.

Suddenly he pulls away. He looks at me intensely. Our passion builds with the storm. We frantically kiss, as we meld into one another. He rips at my clothes. He removes them quickly. He positions me over the loveseat so that we can look out the window as the storm rages on. Our reflection shimmers in the glass. He grabs my hair and gently pulls my head back. One hand caresses my neck as the other checks my readiness. He kisses my neck. His wet tongue slides across my ear. I am so wet. I moan loudly. My breath comes in short heavy pants. He guides his hard cock to my opening. In one slow stroke he is buried deeply in my puss. 

" Do you like that", he whispers.

"Yes", I hiss.

He continues to pump deep inside in long slow strokes. The pace quickens The storm outside rages on. Harder and faster he strokes. The room is full of power. Passion and nature collide in a whirlwind of energy as our orgasm builds. As we reach the crest of desire, our bodies explode in unison with a burst of lightening. Tingles of intense sensation flow over and through our sweat covered bodies. Thunder and lightening rumble on as jolts of electricity dance over us in wave after wave of pleasure. 

"So, tell me, what are your plans for the next few days?" He winks at me. A mischievous grin appears on his handsome face. 

"I was thinking that there is a place I'd like to show you". I wink back, a rosy blush caresses my face.



Paradise



Paradise: The First Day

Each plane we boarded was smaller than the last as we flew south for our dream vacation. We had started out at Vancouver International Airport on a huge wide bodied something or other, then changed planes in Honolulu and again in New Zealand until, finally, we took off from some small South Pacific island in a tiny float plane for our final flight to the resort of our dreams for a month long vacation in the sun. The resort's name was, quite simply, 'Paradise' and the brochure had promised us a vacation like no other we could ever imagine. We had booked our trip immediately after winning a small lottery. 

"Fuck the expense!" I had cried and Zoe agreed with me completely.

~oo00O00oo~

"If we see a dwarf standing next to a tall Spanish looking guy on the pier we're leaving, OK, Baby," I joke as we begin the descent to land in the calm atoll waters of the tiny island that our resort is on.

Our pilot kindly takes us in high over the tropical island so we can see all of it. We hold hands as we look out the windows at the breathtaking view. The island looks like two very different round islands pushed together to form one in the shape of the figure eight. The south half is a tall ancient volcano with its peak in the clouds above us while the northern half is a low gently sloping mass of tropical jungle giving way to palm groves nearer to the shore. A wide stream fed by a beautiful waterfall meanders north from the cliff face of the volcano to empty into a lagoon that is protected by the coral reef that surrounds the island. The outer edge of the reef is dotted with small sandy islets covered with palm groves making the whole look like a blue and green eye in the deeper blue of the ocean.

As the plane banks to line up for its final approach, we see the resort sprawled out under the tall palms surrounding the mouth of the stream and facing the lagoon. Two long piers reach out from sandy beaches one with numerous small boats tied to it with the other leading to thatch covered rooms on pilings over the sparkling water.

Our floatplane lands with a slight bump and an impressive spray of water then taxis to the end of the pier that has all the boats. As we get closer Zoe notices that there isn't anyone there to greet us and asks the copilot, "They are expecting us aren't they?" in a worried voice.

"I don't think that there is a clock on this whole damned island," he grouses. "Of course they are, Zoe, I talked to the reservations clerk by radio just before we picked you up at your hotel," he says with a grin as he opens the door of the plane so he can jump out and secure it to the dock.

As we step down from the plane onto the pier in the scorching morning sun, the pilot apologizes again for our lost luggage. Our two small bags seem to have gone missing in Hawaii or somewhere. All we have with us is a tiny carry on bag and a money belt with our passports, credit cards and cash. We stand there in the only clothes we have left; our winter weight clothes from when we started our trip. "No worries mate," our pilot says as he looks at his watch. "The hotel is just up the path you'll find when you get off the pier. I suggest that you get in the shade as soon as you can what with that northern gear you're wearing. We have to be off to Taranga to pick up our next fare." With that, they untie the plane and giving it a mighty shove away from the dock, they climb inside with hearty waves back at us standing in stunned and sweaty silence.

"Well, he is right, Serge, let's head for shade before I melt," Zoe sighs "Paradise indeed!" she mmmph's as she turns and begins walking toward the palm grove and its shade. I hurry to keep up with my pretty lady as I pull off my heavy shirt and feel the soft tradewinds begin to cool me a little. "Men," Zoe says as her arms disappear into her top and after a struggle, a pink, lacy, bra appears like magic in her hand. "AAH, that's a little better. Here, you carry it, seeing as I can't take my top off like you, you man, you," she says dangling the offending article of clothing from her finger tips. I take the bra from her fingers and, putting it to my nose; I take a deep whiff of her wonderful scent and toss it into the lagoon along with my sweatshirt. 

"Who needs clothes in paradise," I quip as I pretend to pull off her top.

We have reached the beach by this time and Zoe runs, laughing, the last few meters into the shade of the towering palms to sit, exhausted, on a convenient bench at the start of a wide path that leads to a dense overgrown jungle. I follow her again and notice a water fountain to her left. "A bench in the shade with a water fountain next to it, this just might be paradise," I roar as I suck down at least a gallon of sweet cold water then splash it all over me.

"Oh God, I'm next!" Zoe shouts as she pushes me aside for her turn at the fountain. "Um, that's better," she purrs with her thirst quenched and her freshly wet top clinging tightly to her perky breasts. 

We sit down on the bench again and I say to my love, "Paradise is certainly tardy in greeting its new guests, don't you think, Baby." 

~oo00O00oo~

"Oh, there they are!" a deep, sultry, woman's voice comes from the beach. "I tell you, Jean Claude that Ausie pilot is always early."

"He's the one with a watch; we're probably late again, Iman."

"Hush, dear, you know you can't be late on an island."

I look up to see a couple walking toward us from the beach hand in hand. Then look again as they are totally nude. I nudge Zoe from the little nap she is having on the bench and point.

Noticing my stare Iman punches Jean Claude in the arm saying, "You told me you updated the website and brochure about Paradise being clothing optional last week."

"Ouch, that hurt!" Jean Claude exclaims as he rubs his arm, "And yes I did update it...yesterday." 

"You mean we can get out of these hot clothes?" Zoe asks. 

"But of course, you may dress or undress as you wish here in Paradise," Iman replies.

"Yes!" Zoe yells as she stands and strips off her hot clothes to stand naked in front of me saying, "God, that's better; your turn now Serge."

We give each other a loving look as I stand to do the same, "Well, this is a surprise," I say as I undress. "Being nude in Paradise is a plus I had thought of, but didn't expect" I say as I throw my last sock onto the bench and wink at my pretty lady. We had hoped to sneak off for naked trysts away from the resort, but to be able to walk around nude together in public is a nice revelation.

"Oh, you can do more than just walk nude in public here," Iman answers cryptically. "I see you both are 'Smoothies' and pierced and tattooed as well," Iman remarks as she stares at my pierced nipples, cock and balls and Zoe's huge clit hood ring. "You'll be the talk of the resort before nightfall, I bet. So few of the men are willing to shave their pubes these days. Right, Jean Claude? Maybe we should get your cock pieced like Serge's as well."

"Ah, Aiata," Jean Claude says as he pulls absently at his huge thatch of pubic hair. "On time, as always."

I turn to look up the path to where he is looking to see a beautiful, bare breasted, Polynesian girl wearing only a sarong tied around her waist on her right hip walking toward us and carrying a tray with four glasses of some type of fancy tropical drink on it.

"Singapore Slings?" Jean Claude asks.

"What else?" Aiata laughs and smiles as she offers the first glass to Zoe, then the second to me and the final two to our new hosts.

Jean Claude raises his glass in a toast; and when we all respond he says in a very bad Spanish accent, "Serge and Zoe, Welcome to Fantasy Island."

We both laugh and Zoe asks if they had bugged the plane.

"No, the fool only does that about once or twice a month as a joke and a lame joke at that. Our European guests don't get it at all," Iman answers.

Just as we finish our drinks, Aiata returns with two more Singapore Slings. Iman and Jean Claude place their empties on her tray and after taking ours; they offer us the new drinks saying that they must get back to the hotel to prepare for our arrival.  

A new islander appears with two wide brimmed straw hats and two pair of sandals in his hands. He is wearing a sarong around his waist as well; but tied in front so every now and then there is a glimpse of his rather large cock; if you were inclined to look that is. "Thank you, Teiki, for your consideration. Would you please take our new guests clothes and what little luggage they have managed to keep from being lost by the airlines up to the hotel for us?" Iman asks.

"Of course Madam."

Looking at us Iman says, "You'll find it all in the room that you select along with new clothes to replace those you lost en route. Rest here and meet us at the hotel when you are ready. Its just a little ways up the path"

We sit in silence surrounded by the sounds of tropical birds and the gentle lap of the water on the white sand beach. The soft trade wind rustles the palm fronds high above our heads as it gently cools our now naked bodies. 

"The wind feels so sensuous, I can feel it moving over every little hair on me. You know that lagoon looks so inviting and cooling, though. I think I'm just going to walk right in. Please come with me, Serge," Zoe purrs.

"Right behind you Baby," I drawl agreeing with her about the wind; I am getting a woody from the breeze as it plays over my naked body.

Standing up Zoe puts her straw hat on and sways down the beach and into the lagoon. Donning my own hat, I slowly saunter toward the water feeling strange being nude with a hat on. Zoe looks beautiful standing thigh deep in the lagoon with her back to me as she gazes out at the island dotted reef. By the time I reach the waters edge I have gone beyond a woody to a diamond cutter so I wade a few feet past Zoe to cool myself down chest deep in the lagoon, caressing her pretty buns as I pass. When I stop wading I look out at the reef then turn to look at my sweet lady standing there splashing water onto her large high pert breasts.

"MMMM" she purrs as she stops splashing herself to look passionately at me from the shade of her flower-covered hat. "Do you feel it?" she asks.

"Feel what?"

"Why the feeling of the sun, wind and water sucking the tensions right out of your body."

I stand there feeling the sensations and agree saying, "Yes, Zoe, you're right. And, look, my dick has gone back to a woody."

"Oh, Serge," Zoe laughs as she splashes me. 

I laugh as well as I fall backwards into the warm water of the lagoon. "Look, a periscope," I say as I hold my still semi erect cock up out of the water. 

"There will be none of that; right now anyway, Baby," Zoe responds as she grabs my ankle and begins to tow me toward the beach. "Lets head up to the hotel now and check in. I'm getting hungry."

I sputter and thrash about as seawater goes up my nose while Zoe pulls me to shore. I finally fight free to roll over to stand in the shallow water close to the beach with my woody now totally gone. 

"Now that you mention it I'm famished too."

"You know, Serge, I'm not totally comfortable walking into the hotel nude."

"Well, Teiki did take all of our clothes; we have no choice."

"MMM, OK, I guess," she sighs.

As we walk hand in and up the beach, we see two towels on the bench waiting for us. Zoe picks hers up to dry herself off and finds a bright sarong underneath. Lifting my own thick towel, I find another sarong for me. A small table is now there as well with two tall sweating glasses filled with what proves to be some very cold exotic fruit juice.

"How thoughtful," Zoe muses as she finishes drying herself off and wraps the soft almost see through sarong around her hips to tie it in a knot on her left hip. She picks up her glass of juice and strikes a sexy pose saying, "I guess I can handle going topless, don't you think," adding a sultry giggle at the end. I have my sarong on by now as well and have tied it as Teiki wears his. Zoe's display causes another rising of my member and my cock pokes out from between the front edges of my sarong at a very jaunty angle indeed. 

"Thank you, Baby, but I think you should quit saluting me so much until later when we are in our room," Zoe husks as she gives my cock a swift stroke. "Now we have to wait for you to soften before we head up to the hotel."

"Sorry, but this whole day is very, er, stimulating to say the least. I have been in sensory overload since we landed in Paradise."

"Me too, you should feel between my legs. I'm wet as hell," Zoe says with another sigh. "Ooops, sorry Serge, I guess I shouldn't have said that," she exclaims as my flagging cock rises yet again. 

I groan as I sit on the bench again, "Well we'll wait here for a while again, and then head up anyway. This really is embarrassing."

Zoe, seeing the humour of the situation laughs long and hard before saying, 

"Trapped on the edge of paradise by a hardon, oh, how truly ironic, Serge!"

As we calm into the silence of wind, waves and bird song I hear the sound of footsteps approaching again. Looking up I see Aiata approaching with another tray of drinks and Teiki is behind her carrying a large tray of finger foods.

"Some Mai Tai's Zoe and Serge? And we have something to eat as well. You must be hungry by now," she says as she places our new drinks on the little table, leaving room for Teiki to place his tray of delicious smelling tidbits in front of us. 

"Thank you," we both answer as we ravenously attack the seafood and exotic fruits with an occasional sip on our drinks and offer up a constant string of praises and yumms, this is so good to Teiki and Aiata. 

Seeing that we have had our fill of the food and drinks but still are hesitating Keiki laughs, "Do not worry man, we all get excited here in Paradise, even me. Why do you think I wear my sarong this way? I do not like the tent look that some men insist on in false modesty. People will not even notice and it will go down sometime soon, I think.

"Come, our valued guests, let Aiata and I lead you into Paradise." 

The two smile at us and turn to walk up the path toward the jungle. Not knowing what else to do we shrug our shoulders and begin to follow. As we stand, Zoe turns to pick up the towels.

Aiata's voice comes floating out of the forest, "That is not for you to do. You are in Paradise now, Zoe."

"How did she know I was going to do that?" Zoe muses to me as we continue up toward the thick forest, "You know, Serge, while I'm thinking about it; this is probably how all the new guests are greeted. With variations of course, like greeting G9 for us a poor couple who got lucky on a lottery or G2 for some rich couple. The beach here is like a transition area from the outside world to Paradise."

"Sounds a little like the 'Pearly Gates' to me but you are right. I can remember some tense arrivals in my time and this one is fast becoming very relaxing. Taking it a little further, I'm willing to bet our luggage either never left Vancouver or got here overnight by some courier company. That only makes sense, I mean our two little bags just had what we could throw together at the last minute in the middle of winter. No loss, really."

"Well we should have guessed from all the size questions we had to fill out after the section on food and drinks preferences. I mean they even asked for my bra size. Every one enters Paradise nude or as naked as they dare on their first day I bet."

I laugh, "OK, if we are right; imagine for me, please, a huge warehouse somewhere on the island filled with very rich peoples luggage piled everywhere to the roof on their own pallets and off in a corner is our pallet with two ratty little bags on it."

The last visual I describe is too much and we laugh long and hard as we stand at the entrance to the deep dense jungle. As I feel the last of my tension leave my mind and body, I hear Keiki call from somewhere up ahead, "Come along now you two, it's only a little ways up the path to the hotel." 

~oo00O00oo~

"I hope my tan lines go away soon," Zoe mumbles to herself as we enter the forest and she looks down at her breasts as they jiggle and sway with each step. She cups and lifts them in her hands then turns to me, "Do you like my tits, Baby?" then looks down at down at my rising cock and smiles. "Of course you do." She reaches over to grab my stiff erection that sticks straight out and up a little in front of me and swings from side to side, as I walk, "You know I love this beautiful cock and I can hardly wait to have it deep in my hot, wet cunt."

Less than a dozen steps into the jungle we walk into a wall of heat and moisture causing us to wilt on the spot including my hard on. There is no wind and the sun still finds its way through the high canopy of trees. The humidity is killing us as rivers of sweat start rolling down our bodies. Thinking that taking off my hat will help I lift it from my sweating head and Zoe starts laughing again. "What's so funny?" I ask. 

"There's steam coming off the top of your head, Baby!" she giggles.

"Cool, take off your hat, let me see." I respond and sure enough steam wafts up from under her hat. "That's too much," I chuckle, "Well let's get going, sooner started sooner finished I always say."

"You've never said that before," Zoe laughs as she hurries to catch up with me.

"I've said it at least once, now, anyway. Look, up ahead, another water fountain."

By the time, we reach the fountain my sarong is sticking to my sweaty legs making walking difficult so I take it off and leave it and the hat on the bench there and turn to continue on nude. Looking ahead, I see that the path climbs a hill in a series of switchbacks. At the first switchback, Zoe strips off her sarong as well to leave it behind on the bench beside yet another fountain. "Oh, that feels better in this heat," she sighs as we continue to the next fountain and turning. We rest there on the bench to try to catch our breath in the stifling heat. Looking up I can see two more switchbacks in the thinning forest above us.

"A short way up the path," I quip. "Up is the key word here and short is as the crow flies if they have any here."

We eventually reach the top of the hill and a place where the path actually slopes down a little. The forest now looks like a tropical garden with flowers and small ponds whose waters ripple in the soft breeze of the trade winds. Further on we find a small pool with a waterfall. A table and chairs are set out on its sandy beach. "Oh, this looks so refreshing!" Zoe yells as she wades into the pool and swims across it to stand under the waterfall. She looks gorgeous with her tits sticking out from the heavy cascade of water that almost hides the rest of her as she rinses her hair and body of the salt from the sea and the sweat of the jungle.

I follow her into the cool water. "Oh Serge there's soap and shampoo here by the falls!" Zoe yells as she starts to wash the grime and sweat off her body. 

When I reach her she begins to wash me as well and my cock rises yet again. I reach between us to run my hands up and down her soapy body, paying close attention to her tits, then between her legs to play with her clit. Zoe starts to push me away saying, "Somebody might see us." But she stops as I lean forward to take a wet and slightly soapy nipple into my mouth to nibble and gently bite it while I continued to play with her clit and slide my fingers deep into her. "Oh, oh, but I wanted to wait until we got to our room," she moans into my ear. "Oh, God, I'm cumming already, Ah! I am so horny. Fuck me in the waterfall, Baby!" 

Zoe puts her arms around my neck and lifts her feet up off the bottom of the pool to wrap her legs around my waist then raises herself up enough that my cock is at the entrance to her cunt then slowly sinks down to impale herself onto my thick hard manhood with a throaty growl. 




Paradise



"Walk us into the waterfall," she grunts as she starts to buck and hump her cunt onto my cock. I hold her lovely ass while I move us under the falling water and begin to fuck her as the water pounds down on our heads. Our bodies crash together in our lust and send waves out across the small pool until I can feel my balls tighten and my cock thicken even more; signaling to Zoe that I am going to cum. Feeling this she puts her head back and cries out in her own orgasm as I stiffen and cum deep in her. She puts her head onto my chest as she pants and her hips continue to slowly rock into me while she comes down from her orgasmic bliss. After I move us, out into calmer water Zoe sighs by my ear, "Fuck, Serge, that was the most sensual and erotic thing we have ever done. I'm glad we didn't wait for the room." 

"This really is paradise after all" Zoe sighs a long time later as she lays in the water and floats on her back off my still semi hard cock towards the shore; her breasts poking up out of the still water and looking like two large and very pretty islands. After rinsing the last of the soap off under the waterfall I follow Zoe to the shore and pick up the large, soft towel I find on a chair to dry myself. There are fresh sarongs under our towels but Zoe hasn't put hers on yet. She is sitting naked in her chair with her legs spread wide showing her freshly fucked pussy and sipping on the Mai Tai that she has found waiting for her. I pick up my drink and raising my glass in a toast I take a long sip from it.

"I guess somebody did see us after all," I chuckle.

"MMMMM," we both hum.

"Serge," Zoe purrs, "I want to walk into Paradise naked now. Like the day I was born. Is that OK? Do you think that's too much?"

"No, Zoe," I say as I drop the sarong from my hand. "Let's go, the hotel has got to be just around the corner up ahead."

~oo00O00oo~

Hand in hand, we step forward into Paradise as naked as Adam and Eve. We have been calmed in the sun on the beach, purged by the sweaty heat of the jungle, and finally made love in a cooling tropical pool complete with waterfall before cleansing ourselves. 

The path turns one last time and we walk, hand in hand, out of the forest into a well-tended and lush tropical garden to see the resort of our dreams spread out below us under an immense palm grove with a wide stream winding through its centre. 

"Oh, Baby, this is almost too much," Zoe gasps as she looks down at the vista spread out below us. 

"MMMMM," is all I can say as I, too, am stunned at what I see. 

Yes, we both had looked closely at the brochure and the web site. To see Paradise in person proves to be heart stopping. We have entered the resort from the east and in front of us, we see the hotel surrounded by its gardens and shaded by tall palm trees. 

The hotel part of the resort is three buildings forming an arc framing a huge swimming pool. The centre building is a huge mansion built in the late eighteenth century by an eccentric and very rich French noble who had fallen in love with a woman from this beautiful island. Built high on the long sloping hill to catch the trade winds the mansion is two stories high from the back where we can see it and three on the front facing the pool and its garden. Every floor has a wide veranda going completely around the house each held up by tall columns, which continue up to support the vast palm thatched roof. The roof and verandas provide much needed shade for the many windowed converted house. We can see that there isn't a single pane of glass; all the windows are open to let the wind blow through to help to keep the building cool. There are stout shutters for when the weather gets stormy if it has the balls to do that in Paradise. The two more recent wings hold the hotel's rooms and faithfully copy the style of the main house. All three buildings are a bright yellow with white trim. 

~oo00O00oo~

Aiata and Teiki are waiting for us as we finally reach the hotel. After we climb the five steps to the veranda, they step forward to place fragrant leis about our necks with Aiata kissing me on the cheek while Keiki does the same for Zoe. 

"Welcome to Paradise." they intone solemnly, "Please come inside and let us share our hospitality with you."

We follow them across the wide veranda into the deep shade it affords and through the wide, tall six meters high doorway into the lobby. Inside is a room that spans the entire width of the old house. I can see the lagoon through the open doorway at the other end more than ninety meters away. 

"The old Frenchman certainly built big," I think to myself. 

On our right is a bar and lounge; to our left is, of all things, a fireplace with an oil painting above it of a man in nineteenth century clothes standing behind a gorgeous bare breasted island woman seated in an ornate armchair. The same chair is still there by the fireplace. 

"Serge, that painting is a Gauguin," Zoe whispers.

"Yes, Gauguin stayed here often." Keiki turns and tells us, "That is a painting he did of the Monsieur and Tahiata, which means cloud in our language." 

The lobby is filled with bamboo couches and arm chairs and is crowded with people standing and sitting in all manner of dress from nude to g-strings, sarongs and everything else I can imagine. 

Zoe pauses in the doorway. "Oh, Serge, I'm not so sure now." she moans, "I felt so brave at the waterfall, but now I don't know if I can walk nude to the front desk with all these people watching me. They'll see my puffy cunt and know that we've just fucked."

Aiata leans over and whispers in my Lover's ear.

"Yes, you're right, Aiata," Zoe says in a loud, firm voice and continues into the lobby behind Keiki with her head held high and her shoulders held back to show off her perky breasts.

I hurry to catch up with Zoe and ask, "What did Aiata say to you to so quickly change your mind."

Zoe smiles a true Mona Lisa grin and answers, "She said that everyone is naked under their clothes. Be proud, sister."

"MMMMMM," I say. "A very wise lady."

"Yes."

As we approach the ornate antique front desk Iman walks around it to greet us still completely nude, "Welcome to The Mansion Zoe and Serge. Here, sit down and I'll help you pick out your room."

"Your staff are so nice and polite, Iman," Zoe says as we sit and accept another Mai Tai from another topless island waitress wearing an even shorter sarong than Aiata's. Her breasts hang nicely from her chest as she bends over to serve us.

"Staff." Iman laughs, "Jean Claude and I are the only staff here!"

"What, I don't understand." 

"The islanders own the resort, Zoe; we work for them. They are probably the richest people living in the Pacific. Not counting their guests of course."

"Except for us; we're only here because we've just won a small lottery," I reply. 

"Don't worry about that, Serge. You're here now and I think that you both will fit in quite well," she replies as she smiles and glances at Zoe's exposed pussy showing that she knows about our fun in the waterfall. She winks at Zoe who blushes bright red. "Now, let's pick out your room," Iman says as she looks at her computer.

"We have rooms here in the The Mansion or 'huts' in the palm grove on the other side of The Stream and beach 'shacks' down by the water, plus the pier 'villas' of course. But wait, oh, look at this; one of the best shacks in the resort has just become available. Oh, Zoe, you will love this. We call it The Cliffhouse, and it really is on a low cliff overlooking the lagoon. If you're willing to wait an extra hour or two while we clean and prepare it for you it's yours until you wish to try something else." 

We look at the pictures of the 'shack'; hell, it's a small house and we say that we'll take it. 

"Good, I thought you would," Iman answers as she works furiously away at her laptop.

"Have our new guests picked a room yet, Iman?" Jean Claude asks as he walks towards us in our corner of the lobby with his cock swaying in it's nest of dark pubic hair.

"Yes, they are lucky, Lydia and Harold have moved back to their favorite room here in The Mansion so Zoe and Serge have taken The Cliffhouse. Would you like to wait for your room down at The Pool? We have a cabana reserved for you just down the steps out front."

When we both nod yes, Jean Claude snaps his fingers and Aiata appears by his side instantly. "Would you be kind enough to show our new guests to their cabana, please?" 

"Of course," Aiata says as Jean Claude helps Zoe to her feet.

Aiata hugs Zoe with one arm and gathers me in with the other before leading us out the front doorway of the lobby onto the wide veranda where she stops to let us take in the view. Below us is a cobblestone concourse that stretches the length of the three buildings with booths and shops both out in the sun and in the ground floors of the two hotel wings under the shade of the verandas above them. Beyond the concourse is The Pool. It is a huge almost round shape with small artificial islands spotted through the centre with each connected to the other by a labyrinth of little bridges. There is what looks to be hundreds of people at the pool and wandering about on the concourse all nude or as close to it as you can get. Looking farther out, I see the palm grove spread out below us reaching to the sandy shore of the lagoon. Through the canopy of fronds, there are other thatched roofed buildings and glimpses of The Stream as it winds its way to the sea. 

Aiata leads us down the stairs and across the concourse toward The Pool and a row of thatch roofed cabanas. She stops at the open doorway to one of them and waves us in saying, "Marania will look after you here in your cabana until Nunui comes to drive you to your shack when it's ready." 

We walk around a privacy screen, which seems to be the norm here instead of doors, into our cabana where a pretty bare breasted island girl wearing a very short sarong tied at her right hip greets us. 

"Hello, Zoe and Serge, I am Marania your cabana girl. Would you like to rest inside or out in the sun?" 

"We do have to lose these tan lines, Marania," Zoe says.

"Of course, this way then please," our cabana girl answers as she turns to lead us out onto the patio by the pool. Outside we find a double wide lounge chair waiting for us with small tables on each side holding tall glasses of fruit juice with huge beads of sweat rolling down their cool sides. 

"Thank you," we say as we loll back on the lounger to soak up the hot sun. Marania disappears then returns to stand by Zoe's side of our seat with a bottle of suntan oil in her hand, "You really should put some sun block on. May I apply some for you, Madam?" 

Zoe and I look at each other a second or two before she shrugs her shoulders and sits up to lean forward purring, "But of course, please do. When you're done with me you may do Serge as well"

"It would be my pleasure, Madam," Marania coos as she kneels by my lady to apply the oil to her, turning the experience into an erotic massage for her and touching every part of her body that she can reach as Zoe lies on her stomach. Zoe moans contentedly and spreads her legs when asked to allow the island girl to apply the oil to her tender pussy. When she is finished, oiling Zoe's back Marania stands up to allow her to lay there with a sigh. 

"It's your turn for the sun block on your back now, sir."

I sit up and pulling my knees up I grab them to lean forward so Marania can apply the suntan oil to my back and hide the latest hardon of the day. I had just thought that I was doing so well at keeping my arousals down to a dull roar, until now. Marania kneels beside me and orders me onto my stomach so she can do my back and I quickly comply to hide my raging erection. Her small, strong fingers start on my shoulders and work their way down my back; finding all my sore muscles. When she reaches my waist, her tiny hands move down onto my ass and she massages the oil into me; even into the crack of my ass and down onto the back side of my balls after asking me to spread my legs for her as well. She then finishes my back by oiling my legs. Marania strolls to the foot of our lounger to kneel on it between us "If you would turn over, sir, I can finish applying your sun block to your front."

Zoe can't hide the chuckle in her voice as she says, "I think Serge needs to rest for a while, don't you, Marania. You can do my front first, if you please." 

"Of course, Madam."

I feel Marania shift to begin Zoe's oil massage. By the time she is done I swear Zoe has reached at least two orgasms as other guests walk by our cabana unaware or maybe not even caring. There are some very positive advantages to being a woman and being able to discreetly cum in public without most people even noticing. For a man to achieve even one orgasm like that it is more than obvious and a little messy.

"Thank you Marania, I think I would like a Mai Tai please. Oh and I think Serge is ready to have his front done now when you get back."

Both girls start giggling as I hear our cabana girl move toward the bar in back. I look at Zoe as she rolls onto her stomach beside me to see her looking over at me with a very satisfied smile on her face. "That was the best massage I've ever had. Your turn next, Baby." 

"This really a full service resort isn't it." 

"Are you still hard Serge?"

"Yeah, but, you know like Keiki says nobody notices, right. To hell with being embarrassed," I say as I roll over onto my back to let my cock lay like a thick log on my stomach.

"My, I haven't seen you so erect since this morning," Zoe laughs as she stares at my hard cock with its thick head reaching past my navel.

Marania returns with Zoe's drink and a glass of ice water for me.

"Good idea, Marania, Serge looks like he will need that. His mouth is already dry"

"Thank you Madam," she purrs then looks me over with a smile in her eyes, "I see you're ready for me to finish your massage, sir."

Marania retrieves her sun block oil and stands behind my head as I lie on the lounger; giving me a wonderful view of the underside of her tits swaying above me as she leans over my face to pour warm oil over my chest and begin to rub it in. By the time, her hands reach my stomach her ripe brown tits are hanging right over my face. I can reach out with my tongue to lick a nipple if I was brave enough. 

My masseuse stops there to stand and take the oil with her to the foot of our double lounger. Looking right at my cock Marania says, "Please spread your legs, Sir, so I can kneel between them and finish putting your sun block on. It's very important to get it rubbed in properly so you don't burn." Feeling very exposed I spread my legs wide and then wider still as Marania walks on her knees up the lounger and between my legs until she her knees are pressing my thighs apart. The two rings in my pierced cock and the two on my balls glint in the hot sun.

"Oh, John, look at that man he has rings in his penus! Oooh, I wonder what they would feel like in my pussy as they rubbed up and down. Maybe there is a tattoo shop in the village on the other side of the island that will pierce yours for me. Do you think you would like that?"

"Yes, Dear, that would be fine and I would love for you to get me pierced just to make you happy, but isn't there a healing time? I might not be able to fuck you or anyone else for quite some time."

"Oh dear me, I never thought of that. Pity."

"Maybe she will let you fuck him, Dear, and then if you like it we can have it done at home in Boston when we get back."

The last thing I hear, as the couple walk on down the beach in front us and out of earshot is "I liked his pierced nipples too, John."

Marania giggles and whispers to us "That's Gladys and her husband John. Very old money there, I'm told, and all of it hers. I shouldn't tell you this but she has managed to fuck quite a few men here in Paradise while she makes John watch after tying him to a chair."

"What about the men's partners?"

"Oh, she always finds a stud to take care of them while she has her way with their men. Either that or she will take her to her bed as well. That happens a lot here at the resort." "Hmmm." We both look at each other.

"Now let's finish putting on your sun block, Sir."

The girl pours oil onto my stomach and begins to massage it in. When she reaches the area under my cock, she simply lifts it with one hand while she continues to rub the oil into my body with the other. When she is done, she lays my cock back down and moves on to do my thighs but not before gently caressing the length of my hardness with her oily hands. When she is done with my legs she smiles at me and moves back up to apply even more oil on my cock before taking it in both her small hands to begin rubbing it in. "It's best to make sure that we get the oil into all the wrinkles," Marania giggles.

I can't believe that I am getting a hand job in front of my Lady and anyone that happens to walk by our cabana. Then I think about how Zoe had at least two discrete orgasms while getting her massage but when a man is excited he is just a little too obvious with his hard cock jutting out as Marania rubs her hands up and down me. I begin to feel more than a little embarrassed and mumble, "Can you do this here in the open like this, Marania?"

"Of course, Sir, this is Paradise."

Zoe is amused at my embarrassment and rolls on her side to watch the show, "I have to see this." she purrs, "My Lover is getting a hand job right in front of me. And in public, no less!"

Marania strokes me until she feels that I am going to cum then looks at Zoe "Do you mind if I take his cum in my mouth? It saves cleaning up after."

"Umm, er, of course, yes that would be fine."

"Thank you, Madam. Would you like his cum from my mouth after?" Marania asks as she lowers her head to place her mouth around the head of my cock while she continues to pump me faster and faster until I do cum in her mouth. 

"Yes, I guess. Maybe."

Marania swallows the first spurt of cum then saves each of the next as I keep cumming in her mouth until I am drained then she slides her lips off my softening cock holding all the rest in her mouth. She crawls up the bed between us to kiss Zoe and give her my cum. I watch as they kiss and see Zoe swallow and then passionately kiss Marania back. 

Marania breaks the kiss and slowly backs away to stand at the foot of our lounger and after wiping her mouth says, "I'll get you a drink now, Sir."

"Oh God this is Paradise! Your cum tastes so much better from another woman's mouth, Baby. I can't believe we're doing any of this. Would you like to taste your cum from my mouth?"

"Um."

Zoe gives me no choice and climbs on top of me to push her tongue into my mouth to place the last little bit that she has saved onto my tongue. I struggle for a second then accept my own spunk as the offering of love that she truly means it to be. Besides, after being in two mouths the taste isn't that strong; I guess.

"Your Mai Tai, sir."

I quickly accept the glass from a smiling Marania and take a long sip from it. When I can, I turn to Zoe to smile into her eyes.

"This place just keeps taking you one step further every minute, doesn't it?"

~oo00O00oo~

"Come on, Serge; let's go for a swim now, OK."

This part of the huge pool has a sand beach and bottom with a miniature copy of our island across some deep water. We cross the beach and wade into the warm water until I am in deep enough to dive forward for a short underwater swim coming up a little distance in front of where Zoe is still standing. I have a surprised look on my face.

"What is it Serge?"

"The pool is salt water; they must pump the water all the way up from the lagoon!" 

"Wonderful, this place is just one surprise after another. Let's swim over to the island," Zoe says as she as she dives forward to strike out in a strong crawl across the pool. As she reaches me, she turns on her back to float by. "Swimming naked is so sensual and freeing. I've never experienced this before. I love it."




Paradise



I catch up with my Lady and together we swim over deep water to the island. As we near the shore, we pass over a coral reef below us that is teeming with fish. "Amazing," I comment as the sandy bottom quickly rises up to meet us and we wade out onto the small beach. In front of us are two chairs by a small table with towels on them under a round thatch cover that looks like an umbrella offering shade for us.

"Amazing," Zoe says as she picks her towel up to begin to dry herself.

"I think amazing will turn into a keyword here in Paradise."

Another island beauty sways down from a path out of the thick forest onto the beach bearing a tray with a Mai Tai and an ice cold beer on it "My name is Poenui. I am your pool girl." She places the drinks on the table as we sit in wonder with Zoe mouthing 'amazing' to me. "Would you like your lunch here or back at your cabana?"

"Yes we would like lunch," I answer, "but maybe we should have it at the cabana." 

Poenui takes two menus from her tray and offers them to us, "We have a very nice lightly sautéed fish with poi and greens today if you wish."

I nod my head and Zoe orders two plates of the fish without even opening the menu; we don't really feel like making too many decisions today. I sink deeper into my beach chair, take a long pull from my beer, and sigh contentedly as I look across the pool at our cabana and The Mansion above it surrounded by tall palms. "Paradise, indeed." 

"Yes it is, Serge."

As we sit in the shade sipping on our drinks I watch as people saunter up and down the opposite beach and frolic in the pool. "Are you ready to swim back yet Zoe?" I ask as I finish my beer.

"Yes, let's go back, I'm famished."

At the cabana we are served lunch with a bottle of white wine as soon as we are seated at the table on our patio after having a long shower to rinse off the salt from the pool. After we finish our meal, we sit back in our chairs with satisfied sighs to sip our wine and watch the people around us.

A small but steady stream of people is strolling by our cabana patio with most nodding a hello our way or waving as they pass. Most everyone is nude and we see all shapes, ages, sizes and races as we watch the parade. "I've never seen so many different bare boobs in my life," I quietly comment. "Big'uns and little'uns, some perky and others droopy; quite the show."

"Yes and all the different cocks I see," Zoe laughs. 

"Well I get to look at boobs and pussies, all you get are cocks." 

"And balls and some really cute male butts."

"OK, but I get to see some pretty good looking lady's asses too."

"See that's three things each then. We're even."

"No, the ladies have two tits each so that makes four for me! I win."

"Well last I looked most men have two balls. There, tied again. For proof look at the couple walking toward us now, his right nut is hanging way below the other. That's quite a package he's got there too. Look at how that long cock and his big balls flip from thigh to thigh as he walks."

I look over to my right to see the man in question sauntering our way holding hands with his lady. His cock and balls do flip under a thick patch of black pubic hair as he walks, but it is the woman he is holding hands with that draws my attention. She is almost a foot shorter than his six foot tall skinny frame and is, er, plump with huge breasts that hang heavy on her chest to sway and move in a jello like way with each step she takes. 

"It's hard to tell with all that jiggling but I do think her boobs are even though," I counter as the laughing and animated couple approach our patio.

"Hello there, you must be the American couple who have taken over The Cliffhouse," the short woman calls out to us in a very posh London accent when she reaches the entry to the patio. 

"We're Canadian, actually. Those people south of us usurped the name American some two hundred years ago," I answer her with a smile. "My name is Serge and this lovely lady is Zoe."

"Too right about the Yanks but there are some very nice ones staying here, if you don't count that Texan named Tom and his young wife. Now just what is her name?" 

The woman looks like she might carry on all afternoon but a gentle nudge in the arm from the tall man next to her stops her in her tracks. "What Harold, oh yes," She says, "I do prattle on and I have forgotten my manners. I am the Lady Lydia and this is my husband Sir Harold, Lord Twiddlesmoor of Derbycaster, we are so pleased to meet you.

"Tammy that is her name; Tom and Tammy from Texas. Abilene I think; he's in the petroleum business but he describes himself as being in crude. How droll, don't you think Zoe."

As Lydia pauses for breath Zoe asks her and Harold to join us on our patio. 

Not missing a beat Lydia says, "We couldn't impose on you, it being your first day here and all that." as she steps through the entrance, "coming Harold?" She then lifts one of her breasts to try and peer underneath. Not being able to she turns to show her husband, "Am I getting titty lines again, Harold? You know how I hate them; they make me look like a ring tailed bandicoot, or is it a lemur. At any rate I must have shade or lie down to tan underneath." 

I am laughing at this incredible, eccentric English Lady; thinking here's someone comfortable in her skin as I take my cue to stand and offer my chair in the shade. Lydia begins to thank me but stops half way through her thank you; her mouth starts working like a fish. Harold looks at her and actually raises an eyebrow in surprise. Apparently Lydia is seldom stopped in mid sentence.

"Oh my," Lydia says, "Oh my, my; I was going to compliment on your tattoos and nipple rings but your cock rings are brilliant, Serge." She turns to Zoe, "Do they feel good inside you, dear? I do hope so. Harold you must get at least one in your cock, please. I think that there is a tattoo and piercing shop in the town." Harold arches his other eyebrow and purses his lips at the very idea, "No. Are you sure Harold?"

"They feel wonderful, Lydia. They are called frenum rings," Zoe says then blushes for the first time I can remember.

Lydia flaps her hands in front of her chest to cool down then starts what becomes a Marx Brother's movie scene. "Chairs, we need two more chairs!"

Without thinking I turn to fetch chairs only to see Marania and another girl approach with a chair in each of their hands. Behind them is a third girl with a tray of sandwiches. Lydia now comes into her own as she begins to direct the placing of the chairs and us with a swinging of arms and body that sets her titties, as she calls them, in majestic motion. With each gesture they sway and quiver from side to side sometimes together and at other times separately. A series of orders is issued in her posh London accent with most being contradictory, "Marania put the red striped chair here in the shade." or, "Do you wish the sun, Deary?" and, "Tania do please put your tray down and help us here." But one of the best is, "Who would put the red chair in the shade, it simply cries for the sun." 

Our cabana girls have been laughing and giggling since they appeared on the patio. Almost every move they make is contrary to what Lydia wants; the three girls watch her sparkling eyes and try to anticipate her every whim just so they can counter it. At times they look like tennis players waiting for the serve, bouncing from foot to foot with their eyes locked on Lydia's face.

Zoe nudges me in the arm and when I bend my ear close to her she whispers, "Watch this, it's the table next." I finally get it; this is a dance done many times before. Harold gives a polite bow to Zoe then smiles and winks at me when he notices that we understand. 

"Dear, dear you girls have taken much too long; that dratted palm is going to shade the whole table now and my Harold must have his sun." 

Harold seizes the moment and sits in the first chair that is placed in the sun. He then arranges his cock and balls so that he can cross his legs comfortably before taking another chair at random and pulls it along side of himself, making sure that it is in full shade. In the deepest foghorn voice I have ever heard he then says, "Sweetums please sit here in the shade. Our hosts are quite baffled and the girls are working up a sweat as they play with you."

"What, Harold?" Lydia stops in mid swing as her huge titties continue on to slap into her left arm with a loud double clap. "But I think the girls and I finally have it right, almost."

Harold looks at the chair he has chosen for his 'Sweetums' and raises both eyebrows.

"Of course, Dear" Lydia smiles at Harold and sighs as she sits with her titties still shaking and quivering like they will never stop. 

'The man has more expressions than the dog in Wallace and Grommet,' I think as I understand why Harold is always so quiet. 

"Some sandwiches, Sweetums?" Harold booms as he pushes the plate the new island girl has placed on the table towards Lydia, "Vaiata has cut off the crusts just as you like."

Zoe and I now sit down with her taking the sunny seat, both of us wondering just what is going on between our guests and the cabana girls. 

"Brilliant. Cucumber sandwiches. Just the ticket don't you think Harold. How many pepper grains are on each one, Vaiata?" 

"One hundred and twenty five grains each on the top two with one hundred and five or so on the bottom two, Madam. I was distracted in my count by Tania on the last ones," Vaiata answers with a curtsy and a smile. 

Harold chooses this moment to lean forward in his chair and reach for an empty spot on the table in front of him. Just as his fingers begin to close about some imaginary thing a glass appears; placed there by Marania. An eyebrow is raised and Harold's head tilts to the right.

"Gin and tonic, sir, with a lime twist; just as you like it," she says as she, too, curtsies.

"Oh my, but there isn't any ice in Sir Harold's drink, Marania. You know how he prefers an icicle, suitably prepared, in his gin and tonics. Oh, how I wish you could please him with his fondest winter pleasure here in one of the hottest place on earth." 

Marania looks at Lydia with sly smirk on her face then steps back to let Vaiata approach carrying a small table with a cutting board on top. Tania is behind her with her hands behind her back. 

"The icicle please!" Vaiata says in a loud dramatic voice while looking at a very bewildered Lady Lydia, wife to the Lord Twiddlesmoor of Derbycaster. Tania's hands come from behind her back to flourish an icicle like a baton. She then carefully places it on the cutting board in front of Vaiata who begins to cut it like a carrot with a sharp knife. As each round is cut Marania picks it up with ice tongs to drop it gently into Harold's glass. When Vaiata reaches the pointy tip she holds it up to look at it then tosses it over her shoulder saying, "Too small." 

Tania then picks up the glass and offers it to Harold who accepts it and takes a sip. "Ambrosia!" he cries shocking all around with his loud and very deep voice. "The girls have finally fulfilled your impossible request, Sweetums. I do hope that the air fare for my icicle is on your account though, Lydia."

"We must be confusing our hosts, Harold," Lydia says to us as she pats his knee. "Your three beautiful cabana girls are our god daughters, you see we have known them since they were born." Then looking at Tania she asks, "Is it winter up north again? That icicle isn't from our mansion in Derbycaster is it?" 

Mariana answers for her sister, "Your butler, Thomas, plucked the icicle off your roof not ten hours ago Madam. I'm afraid the airfare will be hideously expensive. But we thought it worth it to see the look on your face." 

"Is the drink to your liking, Harold?" Lydia chuckles as she tries to hide her smile.

Harold just takes another sip then raises an eyebrow as he savours his drink, "Brilliant, thank you girls."

Teiki now appears in front of us and bows saying, "The Cliffhouse has been prepared for you, Zoe and Serge. When you are ready please let us know and I will escort you to the cart that will take you to your beach shack."

"Oh, you must go with him now. The Cliffhouse is absolutely brilliant! It's our favourite shack!" Lydia shouts in her thick London accent as she stands to push us out the back of the cabana toward an electric cart with another islander standing beside it wearing an even smaller piece of clothing. He has a thin silver chain around his narrow waist holding a small strip of cloth in the hotel colours pretending to keep his modesty, but each little gust of wind lifts the gossamer thin cloth up to show us his large cock and balls.

"Your house boy will take you to your shack," Teiki says. "His name is Nunui and he will do everything you ask of him.

"Everything?" Zoe asks as she looks between his legs while licking her lips.

"Yes, the house boys and house girls are open to anything that you ask of them; even sex. The length of our sarongs or loin cloths tell you what level of service we offer to our guests. The smaller the sarong or loin cloth the more we will do for you."

"We have a house girl as well?" I ask.

"But of course, her name is Leilani."

"MMMM. How small is her loin cloth?"

Zoe slaps my shoulder, hard.

"Well you did ask about Nunui first!" I say as I rub my arm.

~oo00O00oo~

Nunui offers his hand to Zoe and helps her into the seat under the carts colourful sunshade.

"Thank you, Nunui" Zoe purrs as she watches his naked ass with his heavy balls showing below as he sits in the driver's seat after helping her into the cart. 

"Ooh I can learn to like this place," Zoe gushes. 

"Let's wait to see what our house girl looks like," I respond; thinking that I have never heard Zoe gush before.

"MMM, touché, Serge"

Nunui starts the cart off under the palms down the path toward The Stream and the bridge over it. "On this side under The Mansion we have all the parties and loud music," Nunui says as we approach the bridge, "But on the other side things are quieter; especially around the pools."

"Pools?" Zoe asks.

"Oh, yes there are pools everywhere in the palm grove. Each with it's own bar."

We are driven past dozens of palm grove huts, each in its own garden, until we finally reach the beach. Nunui turns left and drives us along the beach past the beach shacks, if you can call the small homes we pass that, until we start up a small hill towards a house by itself on a low cliff overlooking the lagoon. 

"You can dive into the lagoon from the balcony here," Nunui says as he parks in front of a tall privacy hedge that surrounds our beach shack.

"This resort just keeps getting better and better," I mutter in an awe inspired voice as I help Zoe from the cart.

"MMM," Is all I get in response.

"Leilani should be out any second," Nunui tells us. "I'll be parking the cart around the side, OK"

Zoe and I start walking toward the gate when a young bare breasted island girl opens it for us. She may as well be naked; her see through loincloth is so small it wafts up at the slightest breeze to show us that she is completely shaved. "Ah, Zoe and Serge, at last you are here. Please come into your new home."

We step through the gate into a small piece of Eden.

A lush tropical garden surrounds our beach shack. There are small fish ponds with a little path leading through them up to a porch that wraps around the house. Nunui joins Leilani as Zoe and I stand enthralled by the sight of our beach shack. 

"This way, please," they say in unison as they turn to lead us inside showing their naked asses.

"MMM," we both hum.

"You're not fucking her!" Zoe whispers to me with a grin.

"Yeah, and you're not touching his cock either!" 

"Well, maybe we can come to some sort of agreement," Zoe sighs as she watches Nunui's cock and balls sway between his legs from behind. "A foursome, maybe. I mean they are ours to do with as we please it seems. Maybe I wouldn't mind him licking my pussy while she sucks your cock," Zoe continues with a raised eyebrow as we follow the two naked servants into our new vacation shack. 

"Let's wait and see; maybe I can fuck her while he licks your pussy," I answer, stunned at these new ideas.

"In that case he can fuck me while you fuck her, then."

"MMM."

Like every other building in the resort there are no doors or window glass anywhere. The main room is huge; going from the front to the back of the building and opening out onto a magnificent patio overlooking the lagoon. Our house servant's stop in the centre of the room with their loin cloths blowing in the wind and turn to us asking how they can help us. I look at Zoe as she looks back at me. 

"Maybe a little later, Serge," Zoe purrs as she looks at me before turning to our servants, "show us our shack, please."

"Of course Madam," Leilani says as she waves her hand toward the bedroom. "Nunui, would you get our guests their favourite drinks please, while I show them their new home."

Our beach shack is huge. The bedroom, with its king sized bed, and the living room both share the balcony facing the lagoon and are separated by a low wall. The toilet, bath and shower are in the open on the balcony off the bedroom with a full view of the lagoon. 

"Oh, look at this!" Zoe yells as she discovers the closet in the bedroom and runs her hands over the dozens of exotic clothes hanging there.

Leilani smiles and says, "There is more in the dresser Madam."

"Really?"

"But of course. You do remember Iman telling you that we would fill your closet with what you need while you're here, don't you?"

"Yes," Zoe says as she lovingly feels the soft lingerie in the drawers of the dresser. 

"And here, sir, is your closet," Nunui tells me as he opens yet another closet door.

There is not as much clothing in my closet as Zoe's, but enough to amaze me.

"And, of course, your dresser, sir."

I look at my one dresser drawer of clothes then at Zoe's five and grin thinking that a man is much easier to please than a woman as I watch my lady feel each soft, frilly and erotically daring garment in her closet and drawers. 

Zoe and I finally calm enough to go and rest on the balcony overlooking the lagoon to watch the sun set. 

We are sitting next to the hot tub on the balcony with our feet up listening to the wind and waves when Nunui brings out a Mai Tai for Zoe and Leilani appears with a beer for me. Nunui settles to his knees in front of Zoe and offers her the drink in his hands while Leilani does the same in front of me.

"Well..." I say as my cock rises. I can see that Zoe is squirming in her chair, "Your call." 

Zoe just looks at me then spreads her legs before reaching out to take the offered glass from the man at her feet. Nunui leans forward and begins to lick between Zoe's legs making her gasp, "Oh, my god! This is Paradise!" as she lifts her legs to put them on his shoulders.

I spread my own legs and take the beer from Leilani's hand. She leans into my crotch to take me into her mouth and begins to slide my cock down her throat. "Getting good face, Baby?" I sigh as my cock disappears down Leilani's mouth while we sit on our balcony.

"Yes, dear," Zoe pants as she rubs her crotch against Nunui's mouth. "The stars are quite bright tonight, don't you think. Will you be fucking me tonight or will you cum in Leilani's mouth?"

"On our first night here I should cum in you, don't you think, Baby," I reply as Leilani slides her mouth up and down my cock while I, too, look at the stars as the island girl takes me deep into her throat.

Zoe cums as Nunui licks at her cunt then looks at me. "I want your cock in me, now, Serge!" Then pushes our house boy away from between her legs.

I stand, easing Leilani off my throbbing cock, and cross over to Zoe to shove every inch I own into her warm cunt as she lays there with her legs spread while looking up at the night sky. Our servants stand by the entrance to our bedroom and quietly watch us as we fuck in the darkness of the tropical night.




Paradise



After dinner we take a stroll on the beach. Your hair is pulled back and you wear simple gold rings in your ears. The bone structure of your face catches the light in an amazing display of proud beauty. Your pink evening dress reveals and supports your luscious breasts in a way that no man's eyes can avoid. The lovely Thai women sneak glances at you, awed by your carriage and grace. They seemed pale and insipid beside you, drained of vitality by your pulsing sensuality and life-force. You know you look beautiful, and I am content for the moment to soak in your image and bask in the brilliance of your smile.

We walk hand in hand, not saying much, laughing occasionally about some shared secret or silliness, lapping up the last rays of the sinking sun. It's red disk is impossibly large as it hangs above the horizon, the ocean is a lake of calm, a soft wind rustles the palms, and stirs the folds your sheer dress. With it, the wind brings the scent of jasmine, and the sounds of a band beginning to play dance music on the terrace. We turn and walk back toward the hotel. The sudden sunset of the tropics was magic in reds, deepening quickly to magenta, and the heat of the day fades by the time the sun has dipped below the edge of the horizon.

We stroll onto the terrace. I take you into my arms and you lean against me, your subtle perfume clinging to your neck, your full breasts pushed against my chest, my lips brushing your ear lobe. Your scent brings back memories of our erotic afternoon:

When the midday sun became too much, we retreated from the beach to the cool darkness of our bungalow. Though magnificent in your bikini, you let me remove it slowly, as I examined each precious inch of you in delicious detail. I held you then as I am now on the dance floor, nothing between us, my hardness swollen and pressing urgently against you. You wet and ready. Your nipples hard and poking my bare chest. Your scent intoxicating. Your eyes alive and alluring. Our hands searching, exploring, caressing gently but with increasing appetite. Our lips softly together, tongues gently entwined, each breath filled with anticipation and lust.

I grasped the muscles of your firm ass in each hand and pulled you tight against me. After a long kiss you guided me to the bed and stood over me as I lay back. Your body was an erotic vision. Your breasts were magnificent. You were waxed and smooth. You climbed onto the bed and knelt above me. Your clit and labia were poised just above my mouth. I reached up and grasped your breasts, kneading them firmly. You settled slightly and I tasted you, using my tongue to trace each secret fold and crevice. Flicking here. Tasting there. Suckling. Licking. Penetrating. Finding your juices and scooping them out. Pinching your nipples. Slowly, slowly, steadily bringing you alive with pleasure. Teasing. Torturing with gentleness, Hungry with need. 

When you began to arch up and stretch your toes I flicked a few final times with my aggressive tongue and then pulled you down beside me and began again with my fingers while I sucked on greedily on your hard nipples. You were wet and ready, but I was not done with you yet. I slipped a finger inside and tickle each fold within you. Slippery, I brought it out and found your clit hiding among the outer folds. I circled it's bud slowly and lightly with one teasing finger tip. I lubricated the fingers of my other hand with your now flowing juices and slipped a finger into each of your openings. I wiggle them against each other while I teased your clit. I slid them deeper inside and begin tickling the top surface of your vagina with the tip of one finger. I worked my fingers in and out, then round and round, I had two fingers in each opening so I could reach deeper and wiggle them more effectively.

Your juices were really beginning to flow. A small flood oozed out. I suckled the other breast, and kept your clit slippery and swollen. It was becoming too much. You were about to cum and wanted me inside. Your hand grasped my rigid cock and stroked it frantically. Your back was arched. Your breathing erratic. Your legs straight and toes pointed. I increased my tempo as you nearly lifted yourself off the bed. You squeezed my cock so hard it hurt. With along low groan you grabbed my hand and pulled it into you while you squirmed and contracted. I keep tickling your insides with the tip of my finger as the contractions came. It went on and on. The bed spread was wet beneath you. Finally the contractions subsided. You were spent but drew me to you for a long kiss. We were not finished. This was only the beginning. I had all afternoon to please you again, and again, and in a hundred different ways.

I come out of my reverie and notice the band has stopped playing. I am still holding you and you are looking into my eyes with an amused smile. My cock is rock hard and surging up against your leg. Your cleavage is drawing my eyes. I kiss you lightly on the lips and we walk to our table. It getting late. After a light dinner and some more wine the matre D' asks if we will be staying for the floor show. I look at you and you nod yes. 

They move the scenery into place and a troop of the most beautiful Thai women begin a Las Vegas style show, but on a smaller scale. They girls weave in and out among the tables, stopping here and there to flirt with both men and women. There are elaborate outfits, and music, and bared breasts. 

One particularly beautiful girl with luscious breasts comes over to you, smiling. As she weaves back and forth in front of you her breasts are very close. Her long skirt has a slit all the way to the top. It is centered in front between her legs, and closed only near the top. She bushes her pelvis against your hand on the arm of the chair. Your eyes wander below her waist questioningly. She sways again, smiling, this time grinding gently against your hand. You seem bemused. She sways close and brushes her erect nipples across your lips. She guides your questioning hand cautiously inside her skirt. You grasp something there and almost laugh, comprehending now the complexities of her feminine appearance. You squeeze her bulging secret hard and cup it in your hand. No one else seems to be noticing. They are too busy with the "girl" at their own table. Our "girl" bends down and whispers something in your ear. You look at me, and I nod my head as I stare at her lovely breasts. You whisper our room number in her ear, and with a smile she is quickly gone.

The knock comes as we are preparing for bed. You have stripped down to a lovely, hot pink thong and bra, and I am in black boxers. I go to the door. Our girl enters with a bottle of champagne on ice. she take off her shawl and again displays those perfect breasts. We drink from three fluted glasses. She begins her dance again, and loosens her skirt and unpins her long black hair. The skirt drops to the floor displaying a black thong that seems particularly full. She shakes loose her beautiful hair. I am not completely surprised, but still amazed at the complete femininity of the rest of her figure. Her hips flare. Her waist is slender. Her muscles are smooth and skin free of any hair. She smells exotic and very, very good. The breasts have to be real. I see no scars or signs of augmentation. She sees me looking and comes over to where I am sitting on the edge of the bed. She begins swaying in front of me while you look on. I search for some tell-tale flaw but find none, not even her adams apple. She eases a breast in my mouth and it tastes good.

You sit beside me and reach inside her thong, freeing something that seems to be stirring there. You work it with your hands, and reach up to feel her other breast. Soon she is naked and lying back on the bed between us. We explore and run our hands over every part of her, trying to unlock the paradox of her dual nature. It is a woman's body and face, yet there is this rigid penis, not large, but proportionate, uncircumcised and hairless. When we ask questions she only smiles and shakes her head. No English? Or simply letting us form our own conclusions.

You give her little penis some attention while I suck on her breasts. I watch you peel back the foreskin and delicately taste her cock. You look up at me as you do. You have freed your own full breasts and they dangle tantalizingly. I want one in my mouth and I straddle the girls head so that my balls hang down and she sucks on them. They are shaved smooth too. You straddle the small penis and use it's tip to stimulate yourself. We are facing each other and lean forward slightly to kiss. I cup your breasts in my hands and begin pinching your nipples. The girl is sucking away at my balls eagerly, making me even harder. You stroke my cock with your free hand. You are moving your hips around and really making your clit sing with her hard little cock. You are squeezing my cock hard and stroking it frantically. I can feel that humming sensation as the semen inside starts to prepare for launch. Your eyes are half closed as you tease your clit toward climax. When you start to cum you slide down onto the hilt of her throbbing cock. 

I am just about there. Hot white cum explodes from the tip of my cock and sprays across your beautiful breasts. It dribbles down your belly and into your naval. The last drops fall onto her breasts and she pushes into you, cumming with a long moan. You lick the cum off her breasts and the let her do the same for you. She greedily devours each drop, moving from breast to naval and following the dribble until she slides under you and begins licking and sucking on your clit and labia. 

I move closer and kiss you while she does, soon I am getting hard again. I move behind you and slide inside you while our lady friend sooths and teases your clit back into readiness. I can feel my balls brushes against her nipples as I slowly begin to thrust into you. She matches her tempo to my thrusts. I am grasping your hips and slamming hard into you. She is devouring your cilt. Your ass is so finely shaped. Your waist narrow. Your hips flared and definitively feminine. Your back a widening vee that ends in your gorgeous black hair. 

I am fully aroused. The other girl is forgotten. I just want to slam my cock as deep inside you as I can, pulling you into me, powering into you. I hear you make the little squeaks and noises that precede you climax. I thrust harder and faster. I am close again too. From some forgotten reservoir another flood of hot semen blasts into you. I moan and push hard against you. the girl flicks her tongue rapidly and suckles your clit tirelessly. I feel you begin to tense. I have one last spasm and squeeze out the last drops. You begin to quiver, and moan, and finally cry out with need and pleasure as you settle onto her face and tongue. I stay inside you, spent, but still hard, and reach under you to cup your breasts. You sit up and turn enough so we can kiss. This is shaping up to be a night we will remember, and it has hardly begun.

We wake up late. The girl is gone, but she has left a card. "Paradise" it says. A simple female silhouette on one side, and "tonight" written on the back. An invitation? A bit of a mystery too.

We order fresh fruit and coffee on the lanai. I show the card to the room service waiter.

He just smiles and nods his head.

We head for the beach, undecided. The water is warm and refreshing. We ride the gentle waves, and forget about last night in our focus on each other. Later, after a shower, we again make slow love. I check and there is no show tonight. "Music only", it says.

After dinner and a few dances we are slightly bored. Last night has been a revelation. What will "tonight" bring?

I show the card to the mait-re D'.

"Ah, yes, very nice.", he says.

"Is it safe?", you ask . He smiles knowingly. "Safe for you." He looks at me. "Special for you too." He looks at the clock. "Yes, you go now, I get cab. You good time, eh?"

The paved road became dirt and we bounced along, crossing toward the other side of the peninsula that housed the resort. There was another beach there, I knew, and some sort of village.

It was a strip of hastily built clubs on the beach side of the dirt street, and some small houses and shacks on the hillside opposite. At the end, separate from the newer buildings, was a traditional teak house. It was raised on stilts and had a thatched roof. The cab pulled up in front. It was quiet, but there was a flickering light coming from the cracks between the blinds that covered the windows. Indistinct shapes moved languidly behind the blinds. We climbed the steep stairs. My palm gently pressing the small of your back for reassurance. Torches flickered on either side of the big double doors. I was about to pound on them when they slowly swung open. 

An old man looked at the card I produced and ushered us in graciously. A screen divided the entry from the rest of the house. Candles were the only light. We were shown to some pale cushions scattered around a low table on an ancient teak floor polished smooth by bare feet. We removed our sandals and set them aside.

A beautiful Thai girl brought us cool tropical drinks. There was a subtle native music coming form another part of the house. Voices were hushed. The girl came back and led us to a large room overlooking the moonlit ocean. More cushions and low tables dotted the floor. At the front of the room was a sort of raised futon, surrounded by candles. Seven or eight young women lounged here and there on the cushions, waiting for something. Each was incredibly beautiful in her own right, perfect in each detail. They wore sheer, loose dresses that revealed much and covered little. All eyes were on you, and there was some giggling and perhaps a little awe at your own compelling beauty. Two young women came up to each of us and led us to separate groups of cushions.

They smelled exotic and moved languidly. Their touch was light, but insistent. Their lips soft. Their tongues warm and inquisitive. Soon a plump breast was in my mouth. My fly was being opened. Hands were all over me, and kisses, and more. I couldn't quite see you, Lovely bodies blocked my view, and were taking more and more of my attention. My companions were both definitely female, with wetness and want to prove it. Yours? I wasn't sure. Somehow it didn't seem to matter. Such things seemed more fluid here, less constraining. They accepted themselves, and so did we. Sexuality was defined only by desire, and was as mutable as a candle's flame.

All my clothes had been removed. Other women joined in. No part of me was untouched, or free of kisses. My cock was the object of some interest, and much attention, as were my nipples, my lips, my toes, and parts usually ignored. Soon my mouth and tongue were fully engaged too. I was rock hard and getting harder. I could only assume you were similarly occupied.

The music was getting closer. Musicians entered and settled themselves on the floor. With them came our hostess from the night before. She began a slow sensuous dance near the front of the room. Some of the other girls joined in. I caught peeks as the tempo of the music increased, only to be smothered again by firm breasts, exploring hands, and wet pussies. More girls joined the dance, leaving only the most eager and involved ones atop me. I was about to burst, but they left too. Our hostess took each of us by the hand and lead us to the futon in the front of the room. We were both covered with sweat from the humid air and crush of warm bodies. You were also clearly as aroused as I was, your breath heaving, your nipples erect,and your labia dripping wet. We kissed and you grasped my cock, oblivious to the crowd. It was a long deep kiss.

When we finished, the music had stopped and the girls had stepped back to the cushions. The music began again, insistent, erotic, pulsing. Everyone looked at us and slowly began clapping and chanting something in Thai. You still grasped my swollen cock. Clearly we were the focus of something. The scene was ripe with expectation. I looked in your eyes and saw lust, smelled arousal, and felt my own throbbing need. You just looked at me, but seemed unruffled by the attention and our nakedness. It was so intimate here, so unrestricted. All things seemed not only possible, but ripe for happening.

This was why we were invited. On this night, WE were the show. As we stood there, naked, perspiring, aroused, I knew it didn't matter who was watching. This moment was about us, about our memories, and our arousal. There were no cameras, only the eyes of people we would never see again. I could tell you were excited, at some level, about being on display. I was excited being close to you. I decided to ignore the crowd and focus only on you. Your lips, your breasts, your wetness. We began with another long kiss. You stroked my bulging cock. We climbed onto the futon. I had you lay back while I used my fingers inside you and my tongue on your clit. I kneaded your firm breasts. I pinched your taut nipples. I brought you to the edge of climax.

Now you had me lie back. You tasted my cock. You worked it vigorously with your hands while you did so. You sucked my balls and ran your tongue down around the rim of my anus. You strutted like a cat on all fours, moving around me, playing the crowd, teasing me, dangling your breasts in my mouth, showing them your perfect ass as you moved forward on your knees. When you were ready, and I was getting close, you mounted me, and slid me deep inside. They saw your breasts sway as I grasped them. They saw your heart shaped ass move up and down with wanton, sensual rhythm. When I was close and beginning to arch up you slid off me, and knelt above my face while facing the crowd. You played with your nipples, you fingered your clit while I sucked around it. You brought yourself back to the edge and then mounted me again, this time facing the crowd, moving up and down, building, pinching your nipples, entering a hyper stage of arousal from being on display and wanton beyond measure. 

I watched your ass pound against me. I cupped my hands under it and helped power your thrusts. I was getting sooo... close. No turning back this time. As I groaned and thrust into you the final time you pulled away and let me spray cum all over your pussy for the crowd to see, then you plunged back on and quickly finished your own pleasure while I was still hard. We lay back on the futon, spent and breathing hard, my arm around you. We kissed again. 

In a while we felt small kisses working their way up our legs. We didn't care, we just lay back and enjoyed the sensations. Soon small tongues were licking away the sticky residue that was spread all over us, cleaning off our sweat and lust. Gently they began on my balls, my cock, sucking, cleaning, preparing us anew. The show would go on. There would be other chapters. Once, twice, three times. As many as they could coax form my spent sperm banks. I would thrust into you as you knelt atop the futon and I stood with my back to the crowd. You would tuck your ankles behind your ears and expose yourself fully for my pleasure and their entertainment. Other would join us, compounding our pleasure. It went on into the night, until finally we feel asleep.

When we woke the sun was up and a cab awaited us. By the time we got back to the hotel it already seemed like a dream.