0 comments/ 10368 views/ 1 favorites Wet at the Top End Ch. 01 By: wyvernwand If you have never been to the top end of Australia, unless you have to be there, or need good pay - don't go. It is hot and humid, the undergrowth is full of slithery things that bite to kill. You can't swim in the rivers; the biting things there grow 16 feet long, swim underwater and eat you. They are the 'salties', sea going crocodiles and they are protected by law. Obviously humans aren't covered by the same law so quite a few go missing, often unnoticed for months or years in this untamed, wild and sparsely populated part of the country. The sea is full of man eating sharks, little box jelly fish that sting you to death and stingrays. And there are the flies. Not just a few, not just a few hundred but thousands upon thousands that only want to drink your sweat. But the fishing is good. Not far away they catch the mammoth tiger prawns which go well on a barbecue and also make excellent bait. As they say up here "You have to be desperate to live here, mad to choose to, and crazy when they take you out of here." So here I was in Weipa, at the top end of Cape York peninsular. A small community of about 800 people, of whom only a few hundred were female, and all because of a red earth called bauxite. The bulk of the population are single males working on the diggings 12 miles away; carrying the bauxite in 40 ton specially made carrier trucks to the port and loading it onto ships. There are a few full time residents involved in the hotel, some shops and auxiliary services. Then there are the bush pilots who come and go regularly. Weipa is one of the largest open cast mining centres of bauxite mining in the Southern Hemisphere. They ship the earth directly to Bluff at the southernmost point of New Zealand where a massive refinery converts it to aluminium (or alumina if you live in the USA). And what on earth was I doing here? I was doing the monthly stock-take of the liquor supply, and gearing the staff for conversion to computer control from head office. It had taken me all day to fly the 2000 miles from Brisbane, after a 40 minute drive from Surfers Paradise to the airport. It was my job as Marketing & Admin Manager for the President Hotel Corporation, who had 6 hotels throughout Queensland. Head Office was based at the back of the Broadbeach Hotel in Surfers Paradise. The Manager of the Albatross Hotel in Weipa was a very friendly American called Frank. His 2nd in charge was a Frenchman, Anton, renowned for his knowledge of wine. The liquor stock for the hotel was sent by barge from Cairns, around the top of the Cape and 12 miles inland up the Missionary River. The journey took 3 months and the shipment included hundreds of pallets of beer in aluminium barrels; cartons of spirits and bottled beer -- the famous 'stubby'. Oh yes and of course some fine wines and carbonated soft drinks. Over $250,000 in value per trip. Amazingly from over 30,000 items on the stock sheet the only thing unaccounted for was a single bottle of Johnny Walkers Red label whisky. Until Anton remembered they had some V.I.P's from the mining corporation that Frank had entertained in his private suite, and they drank whisky. Problem solved -- 1 bottle Johnny Walker written off under 'Entertaining V.I.P's.' This area also has heavy rains, heavy enough to prevent the Friendship turboprop aircraft from landing. Owned by the mine, they were the only way in or out -- there was no road. And so dutifully the rainy season began and it poured for 4 days. I had been due to fly out tomorrow back to Cairns (a 3 hour flight) but now I was stuck in the hotel. Because when the 'Wet' arrived it could rain for weeks and everything became flooded -- including the runway. I was largely left to my own devices because the Management staff have plenty to do, and don't need a Head Office fellow hanging around them all day. There wasn't really much you could do in a place like this with the rain thundering down, temperature outside in the high 90's but a comparatively cool 72 inside, courtesy of air conditioning. So I decided to do a wander around the non public areas of the hotel. My position in the company allows me to go anywhere (except maybe the ladies' toilets) and it wasn't long before Anton saw me wandering around. He approached and said "Mr Higginbottom, can I be of any assistance?" I explained I was just trying to pass time by exploring the 'pub'. "Aaah qui, it can be so boring on these types of days." " Perhaps the weather will fine up and then you can go fishing." "Let's hope so Anton otherwise it is going to be more than a bit boring for 4 days." "Perhaps Mademoiselle Harris should join you; she too is not sure how to pass the time." he said. "And who is this Harris person -- I haven't seen anyone else in this place except me." "She is something to do with medical supplies who came in by bush pilot just this morning from Groote Island missionary station. She will be waiting for connection to Cairns just like you. Perhaps you might meet her in the Lounge bar before lunch." I thanked him for his advice then wandered in to the kitchen. I had met the chef Dave on my last trip. He wasn't much older than I was, about late 30's but his Dad also worked in the kitchen. There is (or was) a fabulous Australian artist called Joliffe, whose cartoons depicting two outback Aussie farmers were legend. They were also called Dad and Dave and this real life couple could have been the models for the cartoons. Dad in particular with his beer gut hanging over a dilapidated pair of khaki shorts; skinny bowed legs; a black singlet that just rested at the top of his gut, and a semi bald head of flyaway ginger hair. There were also millions of freckles all over him -- on the other hand they could have been fly droppings. About 70 years old he had a gentle manner and a heart of gold. "Gidday Jimmy," he chortled as I wandered in," heard you were back to bother us. Pity 'bout the weather 'cos the sea trout been running for weeks." "Gidday yourself Dad." "What delights are you two drumming up for lunch?" "Well knowing there aren't many in the house," said Dave, wiping his hands on his apron as he approached, " wondered if you might be interested in a mud crab for lunch. One of the abbo's brought in a pile in exchange for some grog." I laughed and said "That was convenient seeing as how we have just finished stock-take." "Nah." said Dave. "We have an allocation for cooking with, as you know, but it doesn't all get used so we use left over half bottles to trade with aboriginal's for all sorts of specialities -- some you don't even want to hear about. For example there is also buffalo steak on for lunch if you prefer. We are told the abbo's found one bogged in mud so it ends up here." "Tell the bosses back at head office it also cuts down on provisioning costs" he added with a laugh. "Thanks I'll stay with the 'muddy,' see you in about ½ an hour" I said as I made my way out to the Lounge Bar. It had an air conditioned non- smoking area but with access to a patio area surrounded by gauze to keep out flies and other insects. Needing a smoke, I wandered up to the bar and got a handle of beer then went out onto the patio area. Over in a corner, reading a book was a female. The book was held at face level so I couldn't see it. However the upper half of the body looked great. Bare shoulders, holding up a couple of straps from a loose fitting dress. The straps were pushed out to quite a nice angle as they reached the bosom. The legs were very shapely too and nicely tanned. She heard the doors swing shut behind me, lowered the book to see who had entered, then put the book back up as if nothing abnormal had happened. I wandered over to the other side, lit up a smoke and idly glanced through an old 'London Illustrated' that had probably been there since the War. Dave came in about 10 minutes later to announce that lunch was almost ready. We both got up together and being 6 foot 3 inches, I was surprised to see she was close to 6 foot in height. She was also quite attractive with long black hair. Her reading glasses framed a pair of brown eyes and her face was definitely part Polynesian. She was also quite young so I was intrigued to find out what kind of medical provisions she was involved in. Dave had set up a table in one corner and invited us to share it. "Makes it a bit easier for serving up if you don't mind Miss." "I don't mind at all," I said, "but perhaps we should be properly introduced." Dave said "Miss Rebecca Harris, meet Jimmy Higginbottom." She nodded and I smiled, then pulled out a chair for her. I waited as she sat so as to push it in towards the table, but I also was trying to sneak a look down the front of her loose dress front. Unsuccessfully, as it turned out. She had decided on a salad whilst I had the mud crab, which as always, was delicious in melted butter. There wasn't a lot of conversation in between the eating, but I did discover she worked for a Family Planning outfit and had some basic First Aid knowledge as well. She had been on Groote Eylandt (it's original Dutch name) some 500 miles away to the west. Evidently there were some sectors of indigenous tribes who were multiplying with gusto but there were worrying tribal groups where births had almost ceased entirely. She had been on a fact finding mission when tribal elders in one group became aggressive, advising here to leave "before harm comes to you", so she had radioed for a bush pilot to collect her and just made it here before the rain began. I asked her "So what is your next move?" "I will have to go back as soon as I can so that this tribe doesn't set the others against me, and undo all the work we have achieved so far." said Rebecca. "Well if I can help in any way don't hesitate to give me a yell." I said." I will either become stir crazy or perpetually drunk if I am left alone for 4 days." Her look softened and she said slowly and softly, "Thanks I might have to take you up on that, if only to prevent you getting drunk, but are you free to go to the Island?" "According to reports all mining aircraft are grounded in Cairns for at least another 4 more days, when I spoke to my office. When I asked if there was anything I should be doing they just laughed and advised me to keep my powder dry" "So I am in a sense a free agent, plus I do speak a bit of pidgin and understand abbo sign language. I have hunted in that area before some years ago." "That would extremely helpful where I am going. Although mainly fish eaters I was wondering if meat protein might be part of the dietary problem amongst the males." "Why only the males. " I almost choked. "Because I figure their sperm count is down through lack of iron and protein and that could account for the lower birth rate." she answered. "Isn't it always the male's fault?" I jokingly asked, trying to hide my surprise at such a forthcoming observation. "Depends on the type of physique, lifestyle, diet and exercise they get. Yours is probably way down despite your physique because of probable diet and lack of exercise." she retorted. Thanks very much I thought. We decided to grab some 40 winks while the rain thundered down and retired to our respective rooms -- opposite each other on the corridor. An exceptionally large crack of thunder woke me up about 4:00pm and despite the air conditioning I was sweating so I had a cold shower. Feeling marginally refreshed I wandered into Frank's office and joined him in a rum and coke. I told him about my lunch time conversation with Ms Harris and he looked at me quite gravely. "It is only because she is a female and not European that she is able to visit so many of the tribes, and because of her ethnic background they view her like a cousin. I am not so sure you would be quite as welcome trampling in there with your size 12 feet. "Well I haven't exactly been asked yet". I said. "It is also nearly 10 years since I hunted up here, mostly wild Rusa Deer and some crocs -- hey that just reminded me. There was one village on the east side of the island that lost a few children to a croc and I managed to shoot it for them. When we pulled it up on to dry ground the males formed a circle and kept spearing it with their wooden spears. I wonder if that village is near the one that's giving Ms Harris the problem?" "You may have found your personal passport to Groote Eylandt." Frank observed drily. "Yes but nowadays you need permission to land there and there is no hotel or accommodation." I pointed out. "You are right," said Frank, "But I do know the chief headman around here has connections everywhere, as does the local Mine Manager so let's see where we end up. You aren't likely to be going anywhere for a while, not while it's pissing down like it is." And so it proved. The tribe where Ms Harris had encountered resistance lived near Bartalumba Bay on the ocean side of the island. Most of the population was centred around Anguragu near the airfield and a manganese mine run by Gemco on the western side near to the Australian mainland. Through the Mining Company that had links to the one on the Island we both gained approval to visit. Evidently there was some excitement when my name was mentioned and my I.D. had been scrutinised by various people. We had to wait another day before we could fly and against the headwind in the 4 seat plane, it took a long time to cover the Arafura Sea but we soon saw the island. It is a bit hard to miss being over 2,000 km square, about 30 miles East to West and 45 miles north to south. We landed and were met by representatives of the Warnindilyakwa tribe, accompanied by the Manager of the mine who drove us in to the village of Angurugu, where about 900 people, mostly aborigines, lived. We were taken to a large tin roofed open area for a welcome. Most of it in the ancient language spoken only by this tribe, so most of it was unintelligible to me. Then the Manager addressed the assembled onlookers pointing to Rebecca and saying in a type of Pidgin "We welcome back Missee, she here not long time ago; take care them bites and sores. She also talk woman talk. This other fella he here long time ago. He kill pukpuk (crocodile), killer of picaninny over Bartalumba many time ago." At this announcement there was a loud stamping on the floor -- a sign of approval even though the crocodile can be sacred to some tribes. The Manager asked Rebecca what she intended to do first so she told him she would be all right on her own with the women for a day or so then would get a message to the mine for transport to the other side. He then turned to me and said "What did you have in mind Jimmy? "Well to be honest Mr Read, I came along to lend Ms Harris a hand, if she needed it over at Bartalumba. Last time she was here she was treated a bit harshly by some of the elders of the tribe." "Yes, we heard the rumours through the grape-vine and spoke to those concerned. They assured us they had no ill intentions towards Ms Harris. They just felt she was interfering in areas she shouldn't have been." "Well when she decides to go over there I will be there waiting for her." I said. "By the way has anyone got a rifle I can borrow and are there any of those Rusa deer left on the island?" "The deer are starting to be a problem. They have multiplied rapidly and the old hunting skills have been lost among the more modern generations, I have a .257 with ammo that would be suitable and you are welcome to borrow it. Also you will stay at my house and Ms Harris too when she needs to." "Great, my plan is to leave here tomorrow on foot with my pack and the rifle" I said as I pulled my big bush knife out of the pack. "Just as well there is no Customs on the Island." I laughed. He laughed too and said "Matter of fact I am the Customs officer, but survival gear is acceptable. Being the local policeman too I don't want to have create a search party to look for you, if you don't mind. But you have been here before hunting so hopefully you still remember the layout of the land." I left at dawn the next day heading towards the 500 ft central summit. The inland area of this large island is basically uninhabited. It is stony ground with many fallen trees and as there are few if any regular pathways it is a difficult traverse. But it does provide many feeding areas for the deer. I was heading south east where I knew there was a favoured valley of the deer. Also it would allow me to sleep safely on the higher ground and then the following morning head north east toward Bartalumba Bay. Snakes of the deadly kind like to lie on the rock ledges for their daily warm up. After about 4 hours of steady hiking I found a suitable lookout point and with my pocket binoculars soon found signs of deer. They are quite large, about 100 -- 150 kilos although their russet coats against the brownish background make them hard to spot. Heading slightly north I approached a fresh water lake but the deer I had seen had simply vanished. It was starting to go dusk so I set up camp on a large rock, lit a fire and made myself a cup of coffee to go with the can of baked beans I always carry as survival gear. I spent a lot of time thinking about Ms Harris, or maybe I should start thinking of her by her pretty first name -- Rebecca. There was a lot to think about. An almost perfect body (though Polynesians are a bit larger in the hip area), incredible breasts and being not more than 25 years old they were still pert with no signs of sag. The hair was lovely as were the lips and face and .......... I dozed off with pleasant thoughts. Rising early I soon found deer sign and it was reasonably fresh, maybe from yesterday. It took nearly 3 hours to find them and get into position for a shot. Within minutes I had bagged two large old males. My next problem was getting them the next fifteen kilometres to the Bay area. With plenty of dead wood around it was easy to make a triangular frame that I could drag behind me with the deer carcasses on it. During the next 5 hours I sweated off some of the extra poundage from soft living and as dusk approached I reached the Bay. Quite ahead of schedule I was pleased with my effort. 'Bush telegraph' is a common phenomena among native peoples of many lands, so I was not surprised to be met by a group of younger children almost a kilometre from the first village area. At the village the older folk quickly gathered as I trudged in with my load behind me -- now being pulled by teams of kids. Using sign language I expressed my wish to stay when a grizzled old man said " We do speak English, some of us even went to school." then laughed at my embarrassment. How times can so rapidly change. We settled down on our haunches to talk. I explained Rebecca's concept about protein and he replied, "We meet Missee time ago. She talk our life and we get angry. We send her away; no good tell us how we live. Now we sorry, being angry. Hope Missee come back and tell how be better." He continued, "You we know; you kill pukpuk that eat our picaninny long time before. You we treat like family. You almost part Aboriginal, know ways of land, speak our words." I thanked him and invited him to help with the butchering of the deer. He was extremely proud to be called upon to help with this task. It is a traditional right that as the head man he should be accorded this right. Shortly afterwards a jeep arrived bringing Rebecca and two older Aboriginal women from Angurugu. I was very surprised she had arrived a day early. She surveyed the scene for a few minutes before getting out of the jeep, at which stage all attention reverted to her from the village people with much clapping of hands. She was led down to the head man who greeted her with much appeasement. Wet at the Top End Ch. 01 I decided to take a quick dip in a shallow pool surrounded by rocks, that I had asked the locals to create many years ago to prevent crocs and sharks from entering. It would also give the Family Planning team time to talk without my presence. And proximity to Rebecca was starting a train of thought that might be inappropriate and even disruptive. My trek, the heat and humidity meant I was sweating profusely. As it does in the tropics the sun went down quite fast and being nearly dark I stripped off and lay in the water. I had only been there a few minutes when a voice gently said "Do you mind if I join you." I looked up to see Rebecca staring at my body. "Not at all," I quipped, "Hope you brought your swimming togs." "Don't need them." she said and stripped off her shirt and slacks to stand there in all her naked glory. "Modesty is not a necessity around these parts, as you will have noticed." Then she slid quietly into the water beside me. When the mind is in a certain gear, like mine was, it can become embarrassing being a male. Looking at her young, proudly feminine body I was soon aroused and she noticed it straight away. "We consider it a compliment when we can make a man aroused." she said in a whisper, "it is our privilege to respond; you have done me a great favour by appeasing the resentment from the tribe, and an even greater honour by providing them with the meat protein I mentioned to you back in Weipa." I shrugged and jokingly said "It was the least I could do for a beautiful damsel in distress." "Do you think I am beautiful?" she asked. "Back where I come from I am not considered to be that attractive, which is why I am working in this country." "Beauty is not the least of the accolades I could bestow upon you," I replied. "You have a stunning figure; your breasts are what every man dreams about; when you smile your face glows and you have a feminine grace and carriage many western women would die for." She seemed pleased by this comment and leant over to give me a soft kiss. I took her into a full embrace, feeling the silkiness of her full breasts against me, enhanced by the water we were lying in which was still very warm from the previous heat of the sun. It was not the only thing that was feeling hot as she put her hand down to enclose my engorged cock. "It is not as long as those of the men in my country but it is much thicker." she murmured, " it would make a woman very satisfied I think." "Well Rebecca, there is only one way to find out." I managed to stutter. This was an amazing turn of events from sitting in the pub in Weipa. "I think so too. It has been many years since I had a man between my legs and this feels like the right time, in the right place, with the right person." was Rebecca's reply. She rolled on top of me, guiding my manhood straight up into a tight set of labia lips, then dropped her pelvis down so that I entered fully in to a warm moist vagina. As she rode me I watched as the pool rippled around us with every thrust of her body. Her fantastic breasts pressed against my chest like two airbags, so tightly I was struggling to get my hands on to her nipples. When she realised what I needed to do she lifted her back enough for me to get a hand on each fantastically large and hard nipple, which I tweaked and rubbed, sending her into throes of ecstasy. It seemed we went at it for hours. I was revelling in every movement of her vaginal walls because it had been some time since I had last been with a woman like this. But in reality it was probably no longer than 10 minutes before she began to lift and thrust down with what can only be described as a fury. And then she came. Gasping cries and moans that were quite loud accompanied her spasms as her climax hit. It went on for at least 5 minutes. I was enjoying her orgasm so much I forgot to come!! Finally she rolled off me and lay on her back in the shallow water to recover. She rolled sideways to give me a kiss and saw my erection sticking above the water level. "You didn't come?" she asked, almost with sorrow in her voice. "What happened to you was too beautiful to spoil." I said. "It was so wonderful to share your joy and to feel your body respond, that I forgot." So she bent down and kissed the head of my cock and then engulfed me with her mouth. With soft fingers and a warm mobile tongue it didn't take very long for my balls to contract. "I am about to blow." I cautioned, but she simply swallowed me deeper into her mouth as I came. Spurt after spurt of repressed semen flowed into and from between her lips. Eventually my contractions ceased and she softly sucked and swallowed the remaining come. We dressed and walked hand in hand back to the collection of huts and shanty houses from where we could smell the tantalising aroma of cooking venison. As we looked at each other we were aware of a different hunger -- for the moment. Our arrival was a cause of great merriment; they knew what we had been doing and to them it was as natural as sunrise and sunset. We were warmly welcomed with pats on the arm and back and many, no doubt speculative, comments in their own language. It was the headman who made the most telling comment. "Animal is wild and do things in time from long time before. You be like wild animal and your time is now." We could only smile at him and each other and hope there were more times for us in the future. Wet at the Top End Ch. 02 DAMP IN THE MIDDLE In the previous story I was trapped in the far north of Australia during the 'Wet', a time when it rains in monsoon proportions. After saying my farewells to the Aboriginals on Groote Eylandt, and to the lovely Polynesian girl Rebecca, I was able to make it back to Surfers Paradise in Queensland. On my return I was advised by the Hotel Corporation they had a new job for me – Manager of a brand new high rise tourist apartment block right in the heart of Surfers Paradise. So with my wife and two young children we moved into a three floor apartment looking out towards the sea. The Top of the Mark was centred above a 4 storey shopping mall and car park and had 12 floors of 6 apartments on each floor. Its entry was right in the centre of Orchid Avenue, one of the main tourist centres. On the 5th floor was about an acre or more of artificial turf. At one end a large pool and Jacuzzi was flanked by a communal B-B-Q area. Behind this were a large games room and a sauna. 5 town houses on each side completed the right angle, with the seaward side ones leading to the main apartment block. It was still in its final stages of preparation when we moved in. Just before it opened we decided as a family to test out the sauna. As there was no one else in the place we stripped off in our unit and wandered about 150 yards over to the sauna. About 10 minutes later there was an almighty bang on the door which burst open to reveal 3 firemen. They were as astonished as we were to find other people in the building. Evidently a faulty fire alarm had gone off in the car park below, with duplicate alarms going off right through the whole tower. It took a week to get the place cleaned up, especially the water left by the sprinkler system in the car park that was reserved for guests. There were already guests due to arrive on opening day so we had our work cut out. In addition each apartment was privately owned by individual or corporate investors and there were about 10 units still unsold. Realtor licences are handed out like confetti in this town, so we became real estate agents as well. And as I was to find out that not only gave us commission but other benefits as well. When a unit was bought we were commissioned by the owners to furnish it ready for occupancy. Various agencies also vied for the rights to undertake interior decorating, fit drapes and any other accessories that might be needed, offering us as managers a percentage of the sale. A major supplier of furnishings for apartments, such as beds, dressing tables, dining tables and chairs, crockery and cutlery etc. allowed us to build up % credits for everything that was bought. That meant we never paid for a thing for our own use like TV's, stereos, Manchester and the like. Our back pockets were also full of spare cash as a result. It soon became apparent to me that various female buyers also wanted personal attention of the sexual kind while being shown what we had provided in their units. To say I walked around totally knackered most of the time was an understatement. We had been operating nicely for about 6 months when a general strike of cleaners and house maids left us in a bit of a mess. But one day a nice lady came in and asked if there was any casual work available. She was in her early 50's, nicely dressed and spoke with a European accent. My wife decided to hire her and between them they got an excellent team of workers together. It was approaching Xmas when Carmella, our now chief housemaid asked if we would like a night out on the next Saturday. Her husband was holding a party for some friends and had said we would be welcome as he would like to meet us. The party house was on the elite island of Capri, right opposite the main town and part of a major canal development. We were asked to dress up (as against the usual shorts and shirt) as there would be some dignitaries there too. At the appointed time we got into our old midnight blue Ford Falcon station wagon and motored over the bridge connecting to the island. Our directions were to drive down a private road at one end of the island and someone would meet us and park the car for us. As we drove along and passed an assortment of flash Bentleys, Ferraris and other expensive toys, I began to get a bit apprehensive. We arrived at a pair of massive wrought iron gates and were stopped by a giant about 9 feet tall. OK, I am exaggerating a bit but he was dressed in an ill fitting suit that almost encompassed his massive body. "Are you Mr and Mrs Higginbottom?" he asked politely. When we nodded yes he said, "If you would care to disembark here we will park the car for you. Carlos here," pointing to what could have been his twin brother, "will escort you to the front entrance." So we got out and followed Carlos through the gates to an enormous Spanish type villa of about 5 square miles. Sorry for the exaggeration again, but this place was massive compared to other mansions owned by the rich in this playground of Queensland. As we reached the door Carmella appeared. Some house maid – she was wearing a dress that must have come from a major fashion house and enough jewels to sink a battleship. She took my wife's arm and said "Do you mind if I use your first names for introductions?" She always called us Mr or Mrs at the hotel. My wife Helen said "Carmella, this is your house and we would love you to use our first names." Carmella smiled and said "OK Helen you come with me. Carlos will take Jimmy to meet my husband and some of his friends. He will be away for quite a while – this is almost two parties in one; one part for the males ,and the other for us women." Carlos motioned for me to follow him along the patio to another wing of this palace, through a door into a long corridor and up to a pair of massive oak doors. By this time I was giving the rear of my underpants a hard time and my sphincter muscle was working overtime. I don't scare easily at any time but it was not the heat that was causing me to sweat. Carlos knocked and there was an exchange of words from inside in a foreign language and the doors swung open. The room was huge and in the centre rear a large Victorian style desk. Behind it sat a fairly elderly man with greying hair, not only on his head but on the back of his great big crab hands. "Jeeemy." he said with what I assumed was an Italian accent. "Welcome. I am Luigi, Carmella's husband. Please sit in this nice guest chair. What would you like to drink?" "Rum and coke thanks." I squeaked. He nodded to another big goon type over by the bar and the drink was in my hands in seconds. Then he dismissed the 'staff' with a wave of his hand. "I want to thank you and your wife for looking after my wife so well. She has never been happier and that makes me happier too." With that he handed over a large envelope. "Go ahead – open it, Xmas is a bit early this year." I opened it a fraction to uncover a wad of $100 notes. As I started to protest that it was entirely unnecessary he put up his hands and said "As you might guess I am very rich and that is because I am the head of the Costa Nostra here. You know what that is?" I gulped " Is that what we know as the Mafia?" "Si, we are not gangsters as portrayed by the news media. In this tourist centre we control and prevent mob and gang violence. As you know anyone can walk these streets at any hour without fear. We also carry out legitimate business. In the main hall later on I will introduce you to the Mayor, the Commissioner of Police and others who benefit from our community protection. How does that fit with your previous perception of us?" My answer came from somewhere else "Well Sir, if your wife is anything to go by you must be very nice people." He laughed. "That is why my friend there is $5,000 in that envelope. The way you treat my wife must be rewarded – you pay her well, you are kind to her and you treat her like family; you are also very nice people." I was still shaking my head with amazement when he said, "I have one more personal gift for you. Not long ago you helped a young lady up North when she was in trouble. We sponsor and pay her costs and she told us not only what you had done for her, but she also wanted to see you again." Now I was stunned. The reach of these people was almost beyond belief and I had not thought for one minute how the work of Rebecca was funded. Then it hit me: "Is she here now?" "Yes my friend, very close and you can spend as much time as you need with her." "Luigi this is a bit awkward, my wife is here and if she finds out I'm a goner." He laughed out loud. "There is no worry. Carmella will keep Helen circulating through many interesting guests for many hours. My wife is also a very understanding woman. Now go enjoy yourself you lucky man." And with that he pressed a button on the desk and Carlos entered with a smile on his face. "Take care of Jeeemy." said my host and I got up and followed Carlos. We walked only a short distance back along the hallway then turned into an alcove with a door. Carlos said "Just knock." Then he was gone. I walked to the door and knocked softly. The door opened a fraction and then was thrown open. Standing in a see through negligee was Rebecca. Then she was in my arms, kissing me furiously all over my face, lips and neck. "Oh Jimmy it is so wonderful to see you again. You look very heated so I think you need another swim – just like last time." We backed into the room locked in our embrace and once again the opulence of this place was in stark contrast to our last shared 'bed' in a pool. Rebecca broke away from me and went into the en-suite bathroom where she turned on a shower. "Come on lover, let's get you out of your nice clothes so they are fit to wear again later." She unbuttoned my shirt while I wrestled with the belt buckle and zip of my trousers. I kicked off my shoes as she started to pull my trousers down. Within seconds I was standing in my underwear and socks. "Come on slowpoke," she said with a laugh. "I need you in that shower fast. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time." We managed to get my socks and underwear off somehow without my falling flat on my face, and already I was starting to rise to the occasion. Her young, fully developed body, plus the memory of our earlier encounters soon had me in the right frame of mind as she dropped the negligee and we stepped into the shower together. It was big enough for at least three people. The water temperature was perfect; warm enough but not hot. Rebecca soaped a large soft sponge and began to wash my back and neck. Then she soaped me down across my buttocks, down each leg to my feet. I couldn't see her but the soft touch of the sponge and the soft caress of her hand every now and then had me aching to take her. She turned me around and we shared a long soft tongue exploring kiss. My hands were glued to her breasts and I leant down to taste and suck on her nipples. She hadn't been standing under the shower so it was fascinating to watch as moisture trickled down each leg. She was already flowing with love juices from her pussy and I started to ooze fluid as she took the sponge and washed between my legs. It had been a long 6 or 7 months and I was finding it hard to stay in control. I had thought about her so often over the past months, and now this. In the end it got too much for me so I knelt down and started to lick the inside of each leg. She almost went ballistic the moment my tongue touched her skin but I said "Not yet sweetheart, let me build you to a massive climax." She leant backwards so that her mound was easier to get to. I took the hint and brought my tongue up to her sweet female entrance. She tasted like cinnamon with a musky after taste that set my tongue on fire. I licked her pussy lips that were so wet they were already opened up and then drove my tongue in as far as it would reach. She moaned and grabbed my hair, trying to get my face deep inside her. When my tongue curled around her clit she started to buck so I stopped. "Oh no my love," she moaned," don't stop, I want more. It feels so wonderful please keep going." "My dearest Rebecca, I haven't even started to do all the things our bodies are crying out for. Trust me darling, I want you to experience the true meaning of being a sexual woman." With that I turned her around and began to lick her anus, drifting down every so often to her pussy. She was panting and scratching at the shower wall as each new feeling caught her unaware and increased the mounting desire in her body. "Jimmy fuck me now - I need to feel you inside me now, I am about to explode." She pleaded frantically. So I pushed my hard cock deep into her vagina, then pulled it out again. She bucked her hips so again I slowly fed it into her, inch by inch. She was almost buckling at the knees. Then I put one hand to her breast and the other on her clit and began to ram into her very hard. Within seconds my cock was flooded with her hot come and I exploded into her. I kept up a steady stroke as her vaginal walls trembled and squeezed the spunk from me. It was a joining of two bodies that had been living on memories for some time. It was short, frantic and very satisfying but there was still a need to explore what our bodies could achieve with each other. We rinsed ourselves off, dried each other tenderly with large towels then walked hand in hand into the main room. Sitting on a table was a large covered platter and I realised that I hadn't eaten for hours. Rebecca pointed me to a chair and pulled another one right next to me. We uncovered the platter to discover a range of succulent seafood and for the first 10 minutes there was no need for a word as we feasted. I was still chewing on a crab leg when her hand glided into my lap and took my soft manhood into her fingers. As we sipped on our wine she began to raise the almost dead. I looked around to see where we could continue our love making but couldn't see a bed or sofa anywhere. Rebecca said "If you are ready for dessert, follow me." We stood up and I followed her towards what I had thought was a full length window curtain. When she pulled it aside it revealed a queen size bed with a couch and chairs around it. She walked over to the bed, bent over to pull back the covers and I slid up behind her. My manhood slid between her butt cheeks as my hand felt for her nipple. She bent down further and offered me the full view of her pussy framed in a heart shaped set of cheeks. Her pussy was glistening with love juices and without thinking I just slid myself into her. Despite our earlier efforts I could only marvel at the feel of her soft vagina adjusting itself around my hard and throbbing cock. It was heaven and I just wanted to stay there forever. Her hand came around to feel my balls and slide up to the base of my cock. It would have been so easy to just pump her until I came but I sensed she wanted something more. "Rebecca, will you allow me to give you something that you will always remember?" "Oh Jimmy," she replied, "you have already given me so much I have never experienced before and my knowledge of sex was very limited before we met." "Whatever else you can teach me, will be a bonus. And my first love, this will probably be the last chance I will ever have to be taught by someone so tender and loving." "I'm not sure what you mean," I said. "While I am somewhat restricted by my new job for free time, I am sure we can arrange to meet somewhere. It may not be the best arrangement for either of us but it will be the only way I will be able to appease my desire for you." "Unfortunately, as much as I would be happy to make love to you whenever we could meet, it won't be possible." she replied with a sad catch in her voice. "Tomorrow I am being relocated to a small group of islands in mid Pacific to continue my work." And then she began to cry. "Oh bugger." was all I could say as I turned her around and took her into my arms as she started to really sob her heart out. I held her tenderly for a long time and my heart was breaking again. My rampant cock was bowing its head in sympathy and I wondered how we could get back to where we were only minutes before. I lowered Rebecca onto her back on the bed and stooped over her so that I could kiss her face, her eyes and those wonderful soft lips. She put her hands up behind my neck and pulled me down to her breasts. Those wonderful proud mounds still had hard nipples so I took each one in turn into my mouth and gently rolled them with my tongue. She stopped sobbing and pulled my face deep into the valley between those female symbols. Wondering where to take the situation from here, she solved the problem for me by moving both hands down to my crotch. "This is such a magic thing." she sighed. "I wish I could take it with me when I leave." "Dearest heart, the best I can do for you is to fill your heart and head with its memory. At your age you have a life time to experience other men and in time, find the one man who will be your love and father of your children for the rest of your life. My privilege is to be your first love, and that is something we never forget." I said with much tenderness. "I could never forget you but we have only now. Is there more I need to remember?" she asked. "Let me show you what little I know." I joked. Lifting myself off her body I knelt on the floor between her legs. My tongue softly stroked her moist love cave. Every now and then it moved down to her anus, up to her clit and also darted in and out at an increasing pace. Her hands were on the back of my head as she lifted her hips to get my face smothered in her pussy. I kept up the pace until finally she began to feel the climax rising, then using one finger I traced it between her pussy and anus, finally pushing it into her relaxed sphincter. She moaned and began to writhe on the bed as her body responded to this new feeling. All of a sudden she screamed and began to buck her hips wildly as her orgasm hit. "Oh Jimmy, don't st - o – p ." she squealed. And then the rhythm of her orgasm took over as successive waves hit. My other finger went into her vagina and found her G-spot. This sent her into more waves of passion. She was sweating and rivulets ran down between her breasts and across her stomach to mix with the flood of juices from her pussy. I could only marvel at the intensity of her climax compared to that of my own. She shuddered in slowly diminishing intensity as her climax subsided. But my need to join her in a climax caused me to rise up and position my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I pushed it in as far as I could but the angle wasn't right for me to go very deep, I began to fuck her with a steady stroke. However my mind was on another goal so I pulled out and turned her over. She was now lying with her torso on the bed and her knees on the floor. I spread her legs and entered her from behind. This allowed me to reach right up to her cervix. This added pressure inside her began to rekindle the remnants of her previous climax. At the same time my finger was working into her anus with more intensity and depth. Her buttocks were rising in time with my fingering so I inserted a second finger. The sphincter muscle relaxed and her anus opened up wide. "Rebecca – this is for me as much as for you." I grunted as I took my cock out of her pussy and guided it to her anus. Slowly I pushed until the head was just inside and allowed her time to become used to this stretching. After a few seconds her body relaxed enough for me to push more flesh into her. She winced a little as the width and length slowly glided in to full depth. Wet at the Top End Ch. 02 I let it sit there as I fingered her clit to distract her body from this unusual invasion. As she became more accustomed to the feelings I began a soft glide in and out of her back passage. As her body began to respond to my actions I put my hands on each hip and began to pull her towards me with every inward thrust. She responded by arching her back with every stroke and slowly the tempo increased. I shifted my hands all over her body, bringing each area to full sensitivity. It didn't take long before a pressure began to increase in my scrotum. Rebecca was now grunting and moaning with every thrust. "Are you close again love?" I asked. "Oh God it feels so wonderful, different but exciting. Jimmy my love – fuck me hard and make me explode please." she gasped. So I began to hump her like an animal. Faster and faster, until finally I reached a wonderful release. As my semen spurted over and over again, she collapsed onto the bed with her hips bucking uncontrollably. A large puddle of her come ran down my ball sack and she moaned softly to herself "So wonderful, absolutely wonderful." We slowly untangled ourselves and she took my head in her hands and kissed me long and lovingly. "I don't know how to thank you Jimmy. I would never have believed my body was capable of so much intense and wonderful feelings. Now I feel like a woman should feel – full of love for the man who gave me such a fabulous gift. " We had another shower, revelling in running our hands over each other as we washed away the scent and residue of our love making. Finally we went to get dressed – well I did anyway. Rebecca said she wouldn't be joining the party as her sponsor had told her she would create too many questions amongst the guests. "But dearest Jimmy, you will be my secret, known to only a few who have your interests at heart. Goodbye darling man, maybe fate will allow us to meet again and I will always be yours to enjoy no matter how old we are." I took an almost tearful leave and walked through the door to the alcove. Sitting on a chair nearby was Carlos. He smiled knowingly and I could swear, almost jealously and led me along various hallways to the main part of the house. Eventually we entered into the main lounge area and back into reality. Carmella was the first to see me and came over to hold my hand softly. "You look like a cat that has been licking cream and enjoyed it, " she said quietly, "and you deserved it." I was reunited with my wife, met all the dignitaries and drank too much. Helen wanted to know what the males had been doing when we returned back to the hotel. "Not much, mainly talk about the tourist industry." I replied. "But I have a present from our host to share with you, and most of it is due to your treatment of our housemaid." When she saw the envelope of money she repeated a comment I had heard earlier – "Xmas is a bit early this year, isn't it?"