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Fantasy Inc.

By: Strapping Young Lad



The sign read, FANTASY INC. "Where our business is your pleasure", above the door. Nothing fancy, nothing that would grab your attention unless you were looking for it. And I was looking for it. I opened the door and went inside. The waiting room was well decorated in greens and yellows, tall plants guarded the corners, and smaller ones held watch over the table's magazines. There was the reception desk, and a door to the left of it.

I went over to the secretary who was hunched over some paperwork and introduced myself, "Laura DePalmer, I have an eight-thirty appointment?" 

The pleasant looking secretary glanced at her open appointment book and fingered my name on the page with a well manicured nail. "Yes, Ms. DePalmer, if you would just have a seat, I'll let them know you are here," she said and looked deeply into my eyes. Too deeply. The 'undressing me with your eyes' kind of deep.

I said 'thank you', and walked to one of the yellow chairs. I could feel the secretary's eyes on my ass, parting it, licking it with her nimble tongue. I sat down and shot her a glance. She was still looking at me with those hungry eyes. She smiled and I returned it, then she went back to whatever paperwork she had been doing. I brushed the wrinkles out of my dress, keeping my idle hands busy.

While I waited I reflected on how I came to be here at FANTASY INC. "Where our business is your pleasure". I was at a luncheon with an associate of mine that I hadn't seen in awhile. Jennifer had just gotten back from an overseas business meeting in Rome, where she saw the transaction of several hundred thousand dollars in bonds to our friends in Italy, we made an exceptional amount of money on that particular deal. We were in the middle of a conversation about sex, how I wasn't satisfied anymore in the relationships I was getting in and out of. She conceded stating that she knew exactly what I was talking about, then magically produced a business card. She handed it to me and I read it out loud, "FANTASY INC. "Where our business is your pleasure".

"What's this all about?" I had said. She replied that she was having the same problem of non-satisfaction, and a colleague she used to work with at her last job, and whom she luncheoned with last week, had given her that card when she expressed her own sexual ingratification. "Did you go?" I asked.

"Of course!" she replied excitedly. "Was it good?" I asked.

"An experience you need to experience to fully appreciate," she replied. "What did you do?" I pressed on. "Well, ... the specifics are kept secret," she began, "That's part of the deal."

"Well, what did they do?" I pressed on, fully intrigued. "I can't tell that either, it's part of the written deal," she said.

"Written? Well what can you tell me?" I asked. "That they make your fantasies come true," she said in a dreamy tone, and her eyes had that spaced out, glazed look one gets when one is remembering a particularly great experience (one you need to experience to fully appreciate!) "Their services are exceptional, and they only cater to the upper crust," Jennifer said, coming out of her fugue and addressing my query more thoroughly. "So it's expensive then?" I asked. "Yes, but only moderately. Each fantasy has its own circumstances and price. You'll find that out when you go," she answered. "So I'm going?" I asked her. "You won't regret it," she retorted. And I called the number two days later.

"Ms. DePalmer?" A woman asked as she came out of the door next to the reception desk.

I got up, "Yes."

"Come with me please," she said, and I did. She was a stunning blonde, very thin, with her short crop of hair done up in a bun, her stiletto heels dug into the carpet with every step. The cut on the side of her dress exposed her stocking covered calf up to her thighs where no doubt a garter held them up. She stopped before a door and turned motioning me in. "Have a seat please," she said. I sat in a very nice chair, the room was just as stunning as the woman who occupied it. Each wall had I portrait, a photo of a woman in various poses of bondage. The woman sat behind her desk and the photo above her showed a woman up close with a ball-gag in her mouth and a look of pleasure or pain or both on her face. The woman caught my eyes and held them for a moment.

"Ms. DePalmer, I'm Rebecca Staos. You're here about a fantasy, is that correct?" she asked, her penetrating blue eyes penetrated me, I could practically feel them gazing at my exposed vagina.

"Yes," I replied, her eyes still staring at me fixedly.

"And who referred you?" she asked, still penetrating me with those eyes.

"Jennifer Kruegel," I replied.

"Ah, yes, Ms. Kruegel," she leaned back in her chair and steepled her fingers. "Well Ms. DePalmer, let me tell you a little about our company. We began in 1995, mainly servicing friends and relatives, and letting them hand out our business cards to their friends and relatives, who could afford it of course. We cater only to the upper crust, mainly because our services our explicit and require the utmost scrutiny and privacy, and to insure that scrutiny and privacy a heavy fee is required. Now our services as you may know, cater to the living out of fantasies. Making the unreal, real," she now produced a thick booklet, "This questionnaire, to be filled out before you leave, will help us help you live out your fantasy. I apologize for the length, their are 1000 questions total; some true and false, multiple choice, fill-in-the-blank, and short paragraph answer. Some of the questions will be direct, some indirect; some discreet, some indiscreet; some plain, and some obscene. Please fill it out the best you can and try not to leave any blank, the more information you provide the better," she now produced a pen, "I'll leave you alone here, and check up on you periodically. When you are done, please close the booklet and remain seated until I return. Any questions?"

"How long is this going to take?" I asked overwhelmed now by this ... this ... this pop quiz!

"Only about an hour or two. I hope you didn't have any pressing appointments." This last was more of a statement than a question, but I answered it anyway.

"No, I didn't," I said meekly.

"Good, I should be back in about an hour, then every ten to fifteen minutes thereafter until you are done, okay?" she said, those eyes still penetrating me.

"Okay," I said. When she left and the door closed behind her, I finally felt empty of her penetrating gaze. I opened the booklet and picked up the pen and began.

An hour and a half later I put the pen down, closed the booklet, and relaxed in the chair, mentally exhausted. As if on cue, Rebecca Staos came in, her face beaming. 

"All done?" She asked.

"Yes," I said, taking a deep breath.

"Okay, we'll process this information and get you started," Rebecca took the booklet off the desk and turned to leave. She looked back and saw that I was still sitting, "You're all done Ms. DePalmer."

"Oh! Oh, I didn't know," I got up and straightened out my dress. I walked to the door she held open for me, "When will I know?" I asked.

"We'll notify you when the processing is complete," she said with a smile and her penetrating gaze. 

I walked behind her, gazing at the curves of her voluptuous ass, the way it wiggled beneath the fabric it seemed she was wearing no underwear. I was hypnotized and turned on at the same time. She led me through the door giving me a farewell, and the secretary did the same all the while undressing me with her eyes yet again.

At work I was unable to concentrate on anything, and took the rest of day off after a lonely luncheon. I drew myself a hot bath and tried to relax, but to no avail. I got the call from FANTASY INC. at five. 

"Hello, Ms. DePalmer?" the voice on the other end asked.

"Yes," I said.

"We're sorry, but your application has been rejected. We're sorry for any inconvience this may have caused you."

"But why?" I asked, shocked and perturbed. But the line went dead.

Depressed, when evening appraoched I took a sedative and fell fast asleep. 

I opened my sleepy eyes and saw through the window that it was still night, I turned my head to look at the clock. I was just able to make out the time of three thirty-two a.m. before the strangers hand was on the back of my neck and pressing my face into the pillow.

I was in shock for the first few moments and just lay there. Strong, rough hands pulled the sheet off of my naked body, I tried to turn my head and the hand cinched tighter around my neck and forced my head harder into the pillow.

"Stay," was all he said. I could feel his legs pinning my legs apart. I heard his hand go to his pants and undo the snap and zipper. He managed to work his pants around his waist with little difficulty and I felt his huge cock sliding on my naked ass.

"Are you from FANT-" he strangled the words out of my mouth. His grip tightened until I couldn't breath. I could feel his fingernails digging into my neck. I could feel the warmth of my flesh beginning to bruise.

"Quiet," he said in the same toneless voice, then loosened the grip on my throat only to the point so I could breath. 

I could hear him spit into his hand, then he brought it down to my pussy and rubbed it all over. The thought of being raped here and now, sent a surge of adrenaline through me and began bucking and thrashing my limbs. He used his free hand to push on my back with such force that the air was pushed out of my lungs, then he tightened the grip on my neck again until I couldn't breath, digging his nails into the soft flesh, and drawing blood. 

"Stay," he said again in the monotone, then loosened the grip on my throat so I could breath. I inhaled sharply into my burning lungs. 

He spit on his rough hand again and rubbed it all over my pussy, then again, working the saliva into my pussy with two rough fingers, and over my clit. He wrapped his arm beneath my waist and pulled my hips up dragging my head off the pillow. He released my waist and spit on his hand one last time and rubbed it all over his cock. Thoroughly lubricated he guided his cock at my pussy and pushed inside. 

His cock was so fat that he stretched me open painfully, tearing me up inside. I tried to scream but he cinched his hand around my throat again, choking it off. He began thrusting his fat cock in and out of me with no restraint. I bit the sheet, tasting the cloth on my tongue. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes and began falling down my cheeks in rivulets, wetting the sheet beneath my face, which was still pressed firmly into the bed. 

My pussy began adjusting to his fat cock, and I was lubricating him now with my own juices. The tears miraculously stopped flowing, and sickened though I was by being raped, I was also turned on by the tabooness of it, the wild abandon of it. In the dark of the room I snaked a hand beneath me and found my engorged clit and began rubbing it. I could feel my orgasm building, and I was enjoying this rape, which sickened me, and I hated myself for it, but I could not help it, it was a primal, animal lust. He pulled my hand away from my clit, and I scratched it painfully with my fingernail. 

"No," he said in the monotone, and I could've died. He stopped thrusting into my stretched pussy and spit into his free hand again. This time he rubbed his spit over my asshole. I tried to cry out, but he anticipated this and clamped down on my throat choking it off before it could begin. He spit again on his hand and rubbed over and into my asshole. I wasn't a virgin back there, but it was just the principle of the matter. Being violated by this stranger in one hole was enough, but in the asshole as well. I began to struggle again, his grip around my throat tightened until I couldn't breath. He spit on his hand a third time and rubbed it inside my asshole. Stars danced before my eyes and even in the dark of night I could still feel myself blacking out. He released his grip on my neck and I swam back to consciousness. He spit into his hand for the last time and rubbed it over his fat cock. 

He pressed the fat glans at my sphincter and pushed. He slid in painfully again, ripping my ass wide. I tried thrashing about, but he grabbed first one hand and then the other and held them painfully against my back. I tried crying out again, but he clamped down on my neck choking it off as quickly as he did the last one. He began pushing in and out of my bowels with no restraint. I bit the sheets again in pain, and tears flowed down my cheeks again. I began grunting with each deep thrust inside me. He lay down on top of me pushing my hips to the bed, then while still laying on top of me, began pushing in and out of my ass. His cock was so fat it stretched me, and filled me. 

The vulnerability of my position began turning me on, and my grunts became moans, and the pain became pleasure, and I hated it. And I hated him. He pressed upon me to the point that my breasts were being mashed beneath me, the nipples hard and sensitive against the sheets. I relaxed my asshole and let him slide in easier, faster, smoother. After awhile it began to feel good. The anal sex was ... delicious! And I loved it. I loved feeling him push inside me so deep.

He pulled all the way out and left me empty and void. My stretched asshole stayed open. Then I felt the tip of his cock at my ass again and he thrust inside me to the hilt, making me scream. Then he pulled all the way out again, placed his cock at my ass again, and thrust inside me long and deep, making me scream again. He did this several more times, each time I screamed, in pain, and, I hate to tell, but pleasure as well. Then he pulled out and was doing something in the dark, but I couldn't see. But I was sure I would find out shortly.

He then grabbed me about the waist and lifted me up, my ass still sore. My arms were still pressed painfully behind my back, and my shoulders hurt. Then he pushed his cock back inside me, and miraculously it was bigger and fatter than before, and he ripped and stretched me even further, and I screamed out in pain. He grabbed my throat then choking off the scream and buried my face in the bed. Only the first few inches were inside, and the hurt so bad, I was sure I was bleeding. He then began to push the rest of it inside, tearing and ripping me. Tears poured from my eyes. I tried to cry outloud, but it was choked off from his hand around my neck.

Once he was all the way inside I felt something hard and cold against my asshole and I unconsciouly tightened up. He used this opportunity to pull out stretching me further. I likened it to being fisted, even though I had never tried it before. He pushed back in, and I felt that same hard coldness, and tightened up, and was ripped back open as he withdrew. After a few more thrusts I came the painful conclusion that he had placed a cockring at the base of his cock, letting the blood swell in his already enormous cock, making it bigger. It was a weapon, and he was attacking me with it. 

After I was stretched and loosened up, he began thrusting harder, and faster. Pushing in and out visciously. Our skin was slapping together. I found to my dismay that an orgasm was building in my loins. He pushed in, then out, then in, then out. My orgasm rose higher. He pushed in, then out, then in, then out. My own horrible orgasm at being raped ripped through me as he had ripped through me, and I was bucking and thrashing in the mad throes of it. He kept on pushing, no, pounding away at my insides, until I heard him grunt and groan, and felt his own orgasm splash my insides, the hot cum felt so soothing on the sore passage. He pulled out and his cum began to leak out of me, dripping all over the sheets, it just kept coming and coming. He let go of my arms and waist and I collapsed on the bed. 

Then he was gone, and I was alone. I began to cry.

The phone rang shortly after. 

"Hello," I greeted, still in pain.

"Hello Ms. DePalmer, this is Rebecca Staos. How was your fantasy?" She said it like it was the most common thing in the world.

"W-what?" Was the only thing I could stammer out. My fantasy, why would that be my fantasy, it was horrible!

(But you still enjoyed it, are still enjoying it as a matter of fact. Aren't you basking in the afterglow of the rape at this very moment)

"Your fantasy, Ms. DePalmer, was it satisfactory," She said in the same casual tone.

"It-," I paused

(was all set up, beginning to end, it was all planned out)

"-was very satisfactory," I said, not believing it, but the truth was staring me right in the face.

"Great!" She exclaimed, then added, "John left your bill on your kitchen table, along with several complimentary scarves to cover your neck for the next few weeks, and one of our cards so you can refer a friend or relative. Are there any questions?"

This was all swimming through my post-orgasmic brain, I didn't know what to think, or how to feel. "No, none at all," and as an after thought, "Thank you."

"Your welcome, Ms. DePalmer. Our business is your pleasure."

Fantasy is Reviving our Sex Life



My wife and I have enjoyed a healthy sex life throughout our 20 years of marriage. Of course, as with any man, my fantasies reach far beyond the typical marriage bed. Over the years I've purchased various toys ranging from vibrating cock rings, to butt plugs and a beautiful purple feeldoe...all in the hopes that my wife would enjoy playing with me and using them with me.

Until recently I was relegated to enjoying my fantasies alone which has been frustrating. My fantasies have expanded as I've grown older. A number of activities that were once out of bounds are becoming attractive as the fulfillment possibilities of my youthful dreamworld fades.

So a couple of weeks ago my wife sits up in bed and announces that she wants me to share my fantasies with her. I was dumbfounded. I did not know how to respond. Is this a trap? I thought long and hard... She could see I was stumped so she continued "Honey" she said, "I know I have been caught up in raising the kids and all the day to day responsibilities of maintaining a household. I've know I've been somewhat inattentive of your sexual needs and desires. I think it's time I jump back in and start having fun with you again - like we used to". She smiled and continued "I've been looking at your web browsing history and I am aware of your interest in sexual exploration".

So that's how it began. 

Since she was aware and seemingly willing to hear my deepest secrets, I started to open up and talk to her about some of the activities that really turn me on-and the activities I'd like to try. I told her about how I sometimes like to secretly wear my butt plugs while I'm around the house or running errands. I also let her know that I often had my booty call plug in while we made love. I explained to her how the pressure on my anus and prostate intensifies my orgasm (after I told her that she always reached around to check whenever I was fucking her. That still makes me smile a little). I also told her how much I wanted her to make love to me with my feeldoe. I explained my deep desire to have her "peg" me. How I dreamed of climbing onto her and "taking it like a man".

I came home from work last night to find the house empty. A note my wife left on the kitchen table said she'd taken the kids to drop them off at her mom's house and she'd be back in a few hours. I ate the dinner she'd left for me and went to change into something more comfortable. Since I had some time to myself my dirty mind got the better of me... I stripped out of my clothes and climbed into the shower. I lathered and washed every part of me and lingered purposefully at my anus and rectum. I wanted to be completely clean because I planned to be wearing my booty call plug for the rest of the evening. 

I stepped out of the shower and reached up onto the top of the cupboard where I keep my goody bag. I pull out some JO lube and my booty call. I stand for a minute in front of the mirror and watch as my cock begins to come to life. I've always enjoyed the sight of my manhood expanding. I enjoy the heat I feel as it lengthens, fills out and ultimately begins to rise up and look back at me. I lifted a leg and rested one foot up on the counter. I poured some lube onto my fingers and began to apply it to what I'd come to call my "man pussy". I spread the lube in a circular motion around my rosebud and slowly worked my way into my sphincter with ever increasing pressure. I applied some more lube to my fingers and proceeded to insert two fingers up into the sensitive depths of my most sacred inner sanctum, a place where only I have been, where only I have explored. I added more lube until I was thoroughly wetted throughout my "man pussy". I was really enjoying my intimate moment...

"Starting without me?"

I was startled by the voice behind me. In my day-dreamy state, time had stood still... for me - but not for the rest of the universe. I spun around to see my beautiful wife standing in the doorway with a smirk on her face. I was embarrassed and could not respond.

"Why don't you finish up in here and meet me in bed in a few minutes" she said, finally breaking the silence.

As I began to breathe again and regain my composure I thought about how relieved I was by this pleasant turn of events. Since she'd obviously already seen the buttplug I went on about the process of inserting it. I oiled the three progressively larger beads and positioned the smallest against my sphincter. Adding pressure and a little back and forth twist I felt the pop as it pushed through my pleasure gate! The second bead entered smoothly and I began to feel myself becoming evermore receptive. The third and much larger bead, stood fast against the entrance to my man pussy. This bead is nearly as big around as my penis and I always take this moment to soak in all of the feelings, sensations and ideas that it provokes. As my sphincter expands and stretches to accommodate the invader I am overwhelmed with both desire and pleasure. Suddenly it pops through and the first little bead pokes my prostate at the same time. A moment of euphoria! A droplet of precum appears on the tip of my cockhead.

With my plug now fully settled into place I take a deep breath and make my way to the bedroom to join my wife. I'm feeling very good about what's in store!

She's already under the covers and she motions me to come in and join her. I approach the bed and she reaches her hand out to cup my ball sack as I climb onto the bed with her. I pull back a corner of it bedspread exposing her ample breasts. I lean down and slowly kiss her lips and earlobe making my way down to her hardened nipples. I linger. Kneading, nibbling, suckling on her breasts. She heaves a heavy breath. 

My hand begins to wander down her side and around to her lovely firm buttocks. Again I grasp and knead. She has always enjoyed my massaging of her lower back and buttocks during foreplay so I take my time... Suckling on her breasts and erotically massaging her butt.

She grasps my head with both hands and pulls my lips back to hers. We kiss.

She tells me to roll onto my back and continues to kiss me as we reposition. Her lips take the same route that mine had minutes earlier. She kissed my neck and earlobes moving down to my nipples. There she tugs and bites and suckles. I've really grown to enjoy some intense nipple play as I've gotten older, and she knows it.

My hard on is now at full rage. I feel it pulsating. I feel the slippery wetness against my stomach as my precum flows. 

Even as she suckles I feel her hand move to grasp my balls and the base of my throbbing man meat. She strokes me as she bites my nipples and I fear that things may come to a much to early conclusion. She senses this as well and looks back up at me and kisses my lips again. Her hand moves back towards my ass and I assume she's checking for the plug again. 

Instead of her usual sly brush of the handle to confirm its existence she actually begins to feel and manipulate my plug. She begins to apply pressure and then sudden release, repeating this action over and over... In my head I'm starting to imagine her fucking me. I know it can't be true, but for this moment I'm in heaven as my lovely wife kisses my lips and fucks my tender ass!

"You've prepared yourself perfectly" she says in a most seductive voice. "I've got a big surprise for you tonight, my horny little lover boy".

She sits herself up between my legs. Still touching my plug she arranges herself comfortably and begins to stroke my cock with her other hand. 

I open my eyes and gaze up at her face. She's smiling. As I gaze I notice her smile becoming that of the Cheshire Cat. Her eyes, transfixed on mine, guide my gaze downwards. I'm really in a fog now from all of this wonderful stimulation but as I look past her hand, still slowly stroking my hard on, I stare in amazement at my dream come true...my beautiful purple feeldoe is sticking up between our bodies. It's bulb is inserted securely in her pussy and she smiles again as she turns on the vibrating bullet. The shaft and realistically formed head dance like a real cock extending out from my beautiful wife.

Could this be true? Could one of my deepest desires, my dearest dirty fantasy be coming true!?

"Yes Honey" she said "I'm going to take your virginity. I'm going to fuck your brains out. Just like you've been dreaming about".

As our eyes met, we both smiled genuinely at one another.

With a deep breath she let loose my cock and brought both hands to my plug. I brought my knees up giving her an all-access pass to my man pussy. She grasped the base of my booty call and ever so slowly pulled and pushed it in and out just a little. She took her time and really focused all of her attention on my ass hole. She drew circles around my anus with her finger, round and round on the slippery and tender tissues of my rosebud. The plug was stimulating my anus as it has never before been stimulated. I found myself longing for more. More fucking. God I want it! At the same time the inner bead was touching my prostate and putting pressure on it over and over again causing my cock to leak precum like a faucet!

Suddenly she pulled my plug out with a pop! It was obvious that I'd been generous with the lube, thus saving us from an awkward time-out here... She immediately brought the tip of the feeldoe to my rosebud.

Again our eyes met. She moved her hands to my buttocks and began to lean in. I could feel the cold tip of her attached manhood as it pushed steadily against my sphincter. I was consciously making every effort to relax and receive. The cold head pushed again and suddenly cleared. I felt pressure bordering on pain but it instantly turned to pleasure as I felt her enter me. The moment I've been dreaming of was now upon me and it did not disappoint. We were still looking in each other's eyes as she gently continued to lean in. Inch after inch. She slowly filled me both literally and figuratively with unimaginable physical and emotional pleasure. She leaned back a bit and her cock slid back towards my entrance again. She held it there for a moment before leaning back in slowly pressing until her thighs were tight against my bottom. She moved her hands up and grasped my ankles as she began to fuck me. As she fucked in and out. I could feel her slide against my sphincter. It was an unexpected constant pleasure. I would compare it to how violin strings must feel when played by a master. The feeling of fullness contrasted by the vacuum and the rhythmic pressure on my prostate were bring me close to a climax without even touching my cock. 

She slowed again and leaned down to suckle my nipple again. As she raised up she grabbed my cock and with a few strokes, put me over the edge. I felt my orgasm rise from my rectum to my prostate and finally forcefully out through my cock ejaculating the greatest glob of man milk I've ever produced! The first spurt flew out with such force that it landed with a splatter all over my face and in my open mouth. Subsequent blasts continued to splash my face, shoulders, chest and stomach. Through all of this my wife was cumming as well as she watched my reaction to her grand efforts. I can't honestly say who was screaming louder. It seemed to last forever. We just kept cumming and cumming in wave after beautiful wave...

As the waves of pleasure subsided and our breathing began to return to normal, she slowly lowered herself again to me. She watched as I cleaned cum from my lips and mustache with my tongue. Then she leaned all the way in and passionately kissed me. She cleaned more of my cream from my face and together we shared our first cummy kiss. Prior to this moment she had never shown any desire to even touch my cum. Here we are now, swirling our tongues with it. It tasted like heaven, not pungent or excessively salty, just heavenly.

We laid together without moving. We just soaked up the moment together.

We were both forever changed. 

"We'll do this again" she said.



Fantasy Island



His Story:

My wife and I have been married for nearly 15 years and we've enjoyed many sexual adventures. Our sex life has always been full and we've both been open to new things. We have a couple of unwritten rules for living out some of our fantasies. We only engage in activities together and we both have to agree to participate. Abiding by these rules is easy when you have a sexy vixen for a wife like I do. Joy is 110 pounds of pure sexual energy. 

At 5'4" tall, my strawberry-blonde wife is a knockout. She has very full C-cup breasts, which come together to form an enticing valley of cleavage. She always wears blouses and tops that accentuate her tits. I love watching other men try to talk to her without getting caught ogling her chest. Her breasts, sitting there high and proud and with just the right amount of jiggle - well, it's enough to drive a tit-man like me crazy with lust. 

Working as an EMT, Joy keeps herself in great shape. She runs 12 to 15 miles a week and is also a part-time aerobics instructor. Her tummy is washboard perfect and her bottom is divine. At 35, her tanned frame easily puts to shame many of the high-school girls that, as a teacher, I work around everyday. Yes, I thank my lucky stars that I'm married to a goddess. 

Joy is my inspiration to stay in shape too. I'm 6'1", 185 .lbs and I absolutely hate to exercise but I put 100 or more miles on my bike every week in good weather and I try to hit the weights a few times too. The push-ups and sit-ups I do every day get monotonous but the way my wife shows her appreciation makes it all worthwhile. Though I'm told my golfer's tan and blonde hair make me attractive, I'm not even remotely tempted to stray. Why should I? I can truly say that with Joy, all my dreams have come true. And lucky for me, any new dreams have a good possibility of coming true too. 

Recently, Joy woke me as she came in from a 24-hour shift at the ambulance company where she works. Her method of waking me was to lick and suck my cock until it reached its 7 inches in length and nearly 6 inches in girth. 

"Have I mentioned lately that I adore you?" I asked as I moaned from the feeling of my cock being caressed by her velvety throat.

"Mmm... Howdy Cowboy," she purred. "Give a girl a ride?" 

Joy's mock southern accent always gets my motor running. 

"Why shore ma'am. I'd be more 'n happy to oblige." I returned in my best country boy tongue. 

I drew her naked and recently showered body up to mine and kissed her bow-shaped lips and explored her delicious mouth. I rolled over on top of her and began to explore her body when she grabbed my arms and said: "No time for that cowboy." She pulled my cock toward her already wet snatch and said those wonderful words. "Fuck me now!!" 

The swollen head of my cock slid partway between the silky-wet lips of her cunt and she mouthed a nearly silent "Ohhhh" as I slowly teased my way into her. I stopped and pulled my cock out and again inserted just the head inside her warm wet slit. I absolutely love the feeling of penetrating her tight cunt. A third removal and penetration caused Joy to wrap her legs around my back and whimper: 

"Ethan, please! Fuck me now! Gawd, I need it so..." 

I plunged deeply into her steaming slit and the rest of her pleading was replaced by and intake of air and "Oh... yessssssss... Oh...gawd... yessssssssssss." 

Joy frequently cums within the first few seconds of fucking and all the signs were there that Joy would be having her first fabulous orgasm very soon. Her nipples were swollen, her cunt was juicing, her hips were rocking rhythmically with my thrust and she was beginning to squirm beneath me. I slammed my wet pole deep into her frothing pussy and felt her cunt muscles begin to spasm. She locked her legs around my waist and pulled her hips off the bed as I continued my assault. Stroke, after cunt stretching stroke, my balls slapped her ass until she screamed my name and ground her pubic mound into me. 

"Ethannnnnnnnnn... Yessssss... Oh Geez, fuck yes, cum... fuck yes... yes... cumming... yesss!" 

I felt her girl cum wash over my cock and I switched into low gear and began to fuck her with long slow strokes. In a few seconds she said: "Let me roll over." And I pulled all but the head of my cock out of her dripping cunt. Joy rolled over to her stomach and raised her ass as she got on her knees. I love to hold her waist and fuck her hard "doggie style." Joy says she can feel me so deep this way. Looking down at her perfect ass I was overcome by lust. Joy's usual sex chatter brought me out of my trance. 

"If you could have any fantasy in the world," Joy asked over her shoulder. "What would it be?" 

"I guess I'd have to ask for two of you Joy," I moaned as my cock disappeared beneath her wonderful bottom. "Because right now I don't know whether to eat you or fuck you." 

With that, I fucked my beautiful wife as hard and as fast as ever. Her luscious ass cheeks quivered with each cunt probing thrust. Joy cried out as my cock-head swelled and I shot my load deep inside her beautiful body. 

"Oh gawd... yessss. So deep... yesss... yessssss" she hissed as she came again with me. 

Joy purred contentedly until my softening cock slipped out of her steaming snatch. 

"Thanks Cowboy." She said as she fell off to sleep. 

Evidently, she was dreaming of ways to make my fantasies come true. Very soon she would satisfy yet another one. 

Her Story:

Ethan and I are truly living a fairy-tale. I fell in love with him practically the first time I saw him. Ethan's sister Kay is my best friend and has been since junior high school. I was always in awe of her hunky older brother. When I was a sophomore, Ethan injured his knee playing baseball and couldn't drive. Since I was one of the first in my class to have a driver's license and I was already driving Kay around, I offered to help Ethan get to school. To my surprise he accepted. One thing led to another and soon we had a budding romance. 

Ethan adores me. I know this because he tells me, and anyone else who'll listen, often. What he doesn't know is that I adore him too. He's very intelligent, good natured and loving. He teaches math and chemistry and coaches the baseball team at our old high school. He's also gorgeous and a great lover. Ethan is so humble; he probably doesn't realize that he's such a big stud. Yes, his cock is amazing. It's huge! My hunky husband knows how to use it too. In fact, I think he spends a lot of time figuring out new ways to please me with it. 

Years ago, Ethan introduced me to "pyramids." He sticks his big cock in me and gets it nice and wet and then he begins. The way it works is that he gives me a burst of hard fast strokes with his cock. Each burst is a one stroke more than the last. He rests for a few seconds between the bursts and when he reaches 30 or 35 strokes, he begins to decrease the number of thrusts. In a few minutes, the whole thing starts over again. This technique makes me cum so much that I have nearly passed out from the "pyramid treatment." 

The other day I came in from a long shift at the emergency service where I work. I grabbed a shower and then I jumped Ethan's bones. He was lying there in the bed naked with those tanned muscles and this boyish look on his face. I just had to have him. He stuck his big dick in me and I was instantly in heaven. I was so in lust for him that I came almost immediately. I like to ask Ethan about his fantasies during sex. That way, I can find out what is on his mind. This time, Ethan jokingly told me that he wishes I had a twin. Now, I don't have a biological twin sister - but there is someone that fits the bill in practically every other way - Ethan's sister Kay.

Kay and I have been friends since Junior High School. We've shared our secrets with each other for years. Kay and I have the same build from bra-size to shoe-size (which is handy for borrowing clothes.) The only real differences are that I'm almost a year older and she is a true blonde while my strawberry blonde locks get help from a bottle. Kay owns a small gym here in our town and she teaches 2 or 3 fitness classes each day. Her tits are just like mine, firm and full. Her stomach is washboard perfect and her cute butt is very tight. Of course, she has access to tanning beds at her gym and keeps a nice glow year-round. Occasionally, I fill in for her in one of her aerobics classes. With my hair up, some of the people in her classes can't tell us apart. 

Kay and I shared our one-and-only lesbian experience too. In high school, I was comforting her in the breakup with a guy she thought was her true love. We pilfered some wine from my mom's ample supply and got pleasantly drunk as we went from crying over the guy to laughing at his loss. One thing led to another and we eventually got involved in some heavy kissing and touching. We haven't done that again since but ever since that day, Kay will usually greet me or say goodbye with a kiss on the lips, something we didn't do before. I fantasize about her frequently. 

Kay has had a string of less than satisfying relationships. I think many of her guys have been intimidated by her looks and her independence. Face it; she's drop-dead gorgeous, runs a successful business and she knows what she wants out of life. That's more than enough to send most men running for their security blankets. If only there was another guy as loving and confident as my Ethan. 

Ethan's joke about the twin had set my mind in motion. I wanted to bring Kay into our bedroom for both of us to enjoy. In order to play by our rules, Ethan had to agree. I just had to find a way to make sure he did. While I usually don't try to manipulate my gorgeous guy, I figured the hot sex we could have would have Ethan thanking his lucky stars I did. 

Kay's Story:

I am the luckiest girl in the world - unless you're talking about men. I turned a hobby into a career and I live a pretty nice life because of it. Not long after high school I had the opportunity to buy the gym where I had worked as an instructor for a few years. The owners were family friends and my dad helped me get a loan to buy the place. Fitness crazes over the next 15 years helped me pay off the mortgage and I now have a very successful business. 

My best friend Joy helps me from time to time. If I need a few hours or even a day off I can usually work it out with Joy. Her schedule as an EMT for a local emergency service is fairly flexible. She works a lot of 24-on/24-off shifts, which means she's available several times a week if I need her. In addition to Joy, I have a few high school and college guys and girls that work part-time. Oddly enough, it was Joy who unknowingly got me into physical fitness as a career.

After a near sexual experience with Joy, I turned to aerobics and fitness as a way to burn off the sexual yearnings I was having for her. I definitely like men but something about Joy is so alluring. She exudes sex. Her green eyes, full lips and fantastic body get you looking but it's the whole package that mesmerizes you. Joy always looks great. Her hair looks wonderful even when it's pulled up in a ponytail. Her skin is flawless and she rarely wears more in the way of make-up than some lipstick, eye shadow and a little mascara. Joy is always dressed impeccably but whatever she has on is always sexy too. Any day of the week you will find her in a matching bra and panty set. Quite often, the panties will be little thongs or lacy v-cuts. To top it off, her Chanel perfume is wonderful. Yes in deed, I've had the hots for my best friend for 20 years. 

To further complicate my love life (or the lack of one), Joy married my brother. There are a lot of things about that relationship that had me in the gym pumping iron or trying to wear out the stair-master. First, with Joy married to my brother, the prospects of having a threesome with her and her guy wasn't looking too good. Second, I have another dirty little secret. I'm in lust with Ethan. 

Ethan and I grew up in fairly open and loving household. Our parents were very relaxed about sex and nudity and they tried to instill similar beliefs in us. My dad was very adoring of my mother and he set a good example for Ethan. Ethan grew into the sweetest guy you've ever met. He was always very protective and respectful of me growing up. Not so protective as to scare off my boyfriends - just enough that all the guys at school knew to treat me right. I've dated some nice guys but none compare to Ethan. Added to my lust is the fact that I've seen him naked more than a few times...well, let's just say my friend Joy is indeed a lucky girl. 

So, while I've dated lots of guys, eventually I end up alone in my room frigging my clit myself while visions of my best friend or my brother fill my head. Of course, working out at the gym to the point of exhaustion helps some. Sooner or later, morning comes and I wake to those same fantasies I eluded the night before. Pitiful huh? Well, I try. I date pretty regularly. None of the guys last too long though. I'm not sure if my hang-ups somehow screw up my relationships or if I just haven't met Mr. Right yet. Like I said, I keep trying. 

The Real Story:

Friday morning Joy sidled up to Ethan on the couch and curled around him as he finished his coffee and read the newspaper. 

"I know what I want for my birthday this weekend Ethan," she said with just a hint of a "daddy's girl" lilt in her voice. 

"You do?" Ethan asked with a smirk knowing that he'd already bought her a gift. "And just what would that be?" 

"I'd like to play a little game of Fantasy Island," she purred. "We lock the doors, close the blinds and I get whatever I want," she said as she nuzzled his ear. 

"Mmm, sounds like fun. Do I get a preview of what your fantasy might be?" he asked.

"Well, no. Not exactly anyway," she said mysteriously. 

"Just know that my fantasy begins when I lock the dead-bolt on the front door on Saturday and doesn't end until Sunday morning when we get out of bed." "Is that okay with you Ethan?"

"Of course, why would I object?" he asked innocently. "You're telling me I get to be locked up with my gorgeous wife and that I have to give in to her desires," he laughed. "Baby, I know your desires... and being locked up with you will be wonderful!" 

"Good," she said. "Just one more thing. I've invited Kay over for dinner. I told her you'd be grilling up a batch of those ribs I like so much. Do you think you can handle that too?"

"Sure," Ethan replied. "Anything your heart desires."

Little did Ethan know, the desires of three hearts would be fulfilled on Saturday.

Joy jumped up and grabbed her purse. "You have a great day Ethan. I'm going to run by the gym and see Kay for a while. I'll see you tonight but don't get any naughty plans. I want you well rested for tomorrow night."

Ethan grinned and watched his sexy wife breeze out the door. "I'm definitely a lucky guy," he thought to himself.

Kay was working on the "health-shake" dispenser at the food-bar when Joy skipped into the gym. "What's up K.T.?" Joy asked cheerily.

"Aw, somebody put too much of the shake mix in the machine and clogged up the works. It's going to take forever to get it cleaned out," Kay said a little wearily. "You're looking good and chipper this morning. Is my brother keeping you happy?" she offered, perking up a little.

"Oh yes... definitely happy." Joy replied "And speaking of keeping me happy, you're coming to my birthday bash right?"

"Well of course, I wouldn't miss it. What time?" she asked.

"Why don't you come at six and help me get everything ready?," Joy asked hopefully. "And Kay, the theme for the party is Fantasy Island. Whatever I want... I get. Okay? We might play some games or something too. You up for anything?" Joy said holding her breath for her answer.

"Sure Joy, I'm up for anything... Fantasy Island eh? I don't have to dress as Tattoo do I?" Kay quipped.

"Nope, just wear something sexy and be there at six. I'll take care of the rest," Joy called as she headed out the door. 

Kay spent the rest of the day and most of Saturday working at her gym. Her birthday gift for Joy had long been purchased. Around 4 p.m. she headed home to shower and change. She dressed in a matching white lace bra and panty set. A sheer blouse with several buttons undone and short blue skirt with an island print showed off her fabulous figure. A little make-up and a dab of perfume here and there and she was ready. 

Kay decided to walk to Ethan and Joy's house. It wasn't a long walk from her townhouse and over the years Ethan had cleared a trail through the woods that separated the string of townhouses from the small subdivision. She entered the gate to their backyard and saw Ethan grilling on the patio. She thought it was funny that there were no other guests but she was pretty early. 

"Hi, Ethan," she called as she made her way across the freshly mowed yard.

"Hey, Sis," Ethan returned as he cast an appreciative glance at his sexily clad younger sister. "Need help with that gift?" he asked referring to the box she carried.

"No, I've got it. Where's the birthday girl?" 

Ethan told her that Joy was still getting ready and to put the gift on the hall table with his and to help herself to some wine or a drink. Kay did as he said and noticed along the way that the table was only set for three.

"Ethan, I guess it's just us three for dinner?" Kay asked as she returned with a glass of Chardonnay and a cold beer for Ethan.

"I guess so," he replied "Joy told me she was inviting you for dinner. She never mentioned anyone else."

"I guess I just misunderstood," said Kay. "She said "birthday bash" and I pictured a party." 

At that precise moment Joy stepped out onto the patio. She was dressed immaculately in a sheer white blouse and a short blue skirt with an island print. In fact, she was dressed exactly like Kay. 

"Hi Kay," she said as she crossed the patio to where she sat. "Been here long?

"Uh... no, actually I just got here." Kay grinned a little nervously. 

Joy bent and kissed Kay on the lips. Kay was surprised when she detected Joy's perfume. It wasn't her normal Chanel; it was Vanilla Musk, the perfume that she always wore herself. Joy grinned at Kay as she studied her. Joy was dressed EXACTLY like her - down to the lipstick color and the nail polish. They looked like twins. 

Ethan actually did a double take when Joy came out onto the patio. Joy did look exactly like Kay. At first he considered that it was just a coincidence that they were dressed similarly. As he looked closer, he saw that there was no way they could have accidentally ended up this way. His stomach knotted a bit when he realized what Joy had in mind. Unless he was very much off the mark, Joy intended to bring his sister into their bedroom tonight... his own lovely sister who had fueled so many boyhood fantasies. For a second, he found it hard to catch his breath. His heart pounded in his throat and he felt a surge of adrenaline make his whole body feel electrified. He tried to steady his hands enough to remove the slabs of ribs from the grill. He took the platter and headed for the kitchen trying to get a grip on his emotions along the way.

"Just what are you up to Joy?" Kay asked trying put a friendly lilt in her voice.

Kay laughed and said: "It's my birthday and I want to have a little fun. You said you'd be up for anything didn't you?" 

"Well, I'm not sure what is going on here but I AM here to help you celebrate your birthday - old woman," Kay said as she held up her wine glass for a toast. "Here's to having a little fun." 

Joy grabbed Kay by the hand and led her inside. Kay had quickly concluded that Joy had something sexual in mind. She decided just as quickly to relax and see where this went. After all, many of her sexual fantasies lived at this address. 




Fantasy Island



The waves lapped incessantly against the soft sandy beach. Ann gazed out to the horizon, like she did yesterday, the day before that and every day that she had been marooned on the island. She squinted to protect her eyes from the glare of the sun light off the water. But no matter how she scanned the horizon, there was no sign of a ship, a plane or rescue of any kind.

Ann sighed and scuffed her feet against the soft, warm sand. She had been here for three weeks but it seemed like three years. Fear was soon replaced by loneliness and a sense of isolation. Would she ever be rescued? Would she ever see other people again?


She went back to the hut that she had made to protect her from the noonday sun. It was made from palm fronds, and in other circumstances would have been impossibly romantic. But here, with no one else to enjoy her island paradise, Ann felt like a prisoner in her own private hell.

She lay on the hammock that she had rigged between two palm trees, and dozed gently in the gentle tropical breeze. The waves sounded softly in the distance, as she cast her mind back to when she was with other people, and gradual she dozed into the realms where sleep and reality are exchanged.

She remembered men, Men with their strange ways, the strange attraction that she had for them, and she remembered the times she had given herself to them and felt the full pleasure of a man's body. As she dozed, Ann gently slid her hand down her body and slid her fingers onto her pussy.

She remembered her first fumblings and the thrill of ecstasy and as she remembered, she weaved little circles with her fingers, teasing her own pussy and sliding her finger casually over her clitoris

The sun gently kissed her bronzed skin and the wind rocked her gently as she played with herself, and slowly drifted in and out of sleep, her hand working methodically to build her pleasure up to a plateau of excitement,

Her breaths got quicker now, as he became more excited and her heart raced as she stroked herself more urgently now. Faster and faster her fingers worked, until eventually

Release.

She dozed in the sun, while the tropical jungle seemed to holds its breath as she drifted off into a deep sleep of ecstasy.

It was cooler when she awoke.

It seemed she had slept for hours, fuelled by love and memories. She looked round suspiciously. The sun had moved across the sky and there was only an hour or two of daylight left. Ann felt that she was been watched. She couldn't describe why; she had searched every day for sight of a human presence in hope, but now her intuition told her that she was not alone. She went down to the beach to look for tracks or a boat- there was nothing.

She casually walked along the waterline trailing her long skirt in the warm water. The innocence of the setting had been replaced by a sense of fear of imminent danger. She realised that the jungle was quiet.

Ann ran for the jungle, a headlong helter skelter panic of a run, with no destination in mind, just flight, running way from it, them or whatever it was. She ran through branches and thorns, which tore at her and scratched her skin, her skirt caught on a branch and was ripped but she raced on regardless.

Suddenly she stopped

She found herself in a clearing a space which had been cleared of trees by human hand. Or hands. Because there in the circle were three men, looking as startled to see her as she was to see them. There was an instant of shock, as the two groups eyed each other as if time stood still, and then , Ann turned on her heels and headed back the way that she had came.

But she was tired, and their legs were fresh, and they caught her up in no time, and man-handled her back to their camp. They smelt of drink, they were unshaven, and they pushed her roughly. All this time she had sought human company, and now she had found it, she wanted nothing more than escape!

They bundled her into the clearing and made her sit against a large chest, then they tied her hands behind her back and knotted the rope tightly to the case. Delighted with their catch, they jabbered away in some foreign tongue. Ann couldn't make out what they were saying, but she could guess. They laughed as they looked at her long legs showing through her torn skirt and they poked at her while they drank more beer.

Ann was frightened. She feared the worse, and she had no prospect of being saved. He faces of the men grew more ugly as they drank more and as the sun set, the shadows from the flames of the camp fire gave them a manic character as if they were monsters. Ann's mind raced as she imagined how she might escape. Her wrists were tightly bound, and the rope bit into her skin. She knew that she could not out run them, she would have to subdue them. She decided it was best to co-operate with them and avoid provoking them. 

She might be able to slip away when they were sleeping……..

Eventually the men approached her, and began to untie her bonds. It was dark now and the embers of the glowing fire gave an eerie red glow to their faces. She looked them full in the eye determined to survive the ordeal. As the first one approached her, she stared at him out of pity. He pushed her roughly backwards so she fell on the floor and he fell on top of her. She could smell his beery breath as he fumbled under blouse. He was dirty and needed to wash. His drunken fumblings made no impression, and Ann did not resist as he dragged her blouse down over her shoulders.

He grunted like a pig but it soon became clear that for all his thrusting, the drink had got to him, and he could not have sex with her. The other men taunted him, and laughed at him which made him angry. He promptly rose up and slapped Ann full across the face. She yelped with the pain, and started to cry. Her sobs were interrupted by more shouting. Her would-be assailant had leapt up and attacked his two friends, who were bent double laughing at him. Fuelled by anger and by drink, he lashed out wildly at his friends, catching one full on the jaw. He fell in a crumpled heap, knocked spark out by the blow. 

The second man was more cunning, and wrestled his attacker to the ground, where they rolled in a seething mass of writhing arms and legs, grunting and shouting and biting and poking. Ann saw her chance.

She crawled away on all fours, so as not to attract attention from the fighting men, though they were too preoccupied to pay her any attention. When she was in the shadows, she rose from her knees and ran like the wind.

At first she could hear the jungle rushing past her ears, then the sound of her breaths, panting deep lungfuls of oxygen to keep her going, then when finally she had no more energy, she could hear her own heart pounding like a drum. She turned round, expecting o see the men in pursuit, but there was silence,

The evening air was quiet and still, except for the ever present cicadas. The moon, too, conspired to hide behind a cloud so that Ann could make good her escape. She decided to head for the beach to get her bearings, then thought better of it as that would make her visible against the horizon. She followed path after path, trails she had never seen before and picked her way as far from the camp as she could go. 

Suddenly, she could make out the sound of running water, and she followed the sound to find a waterfall and a silver stream running clear out of cleft in the rock. Ann drew great draughts of cold fresh water into her mouth, and drank it like the finest wine. She wiped her mouth and was overcome by the greatest fatigue of her life. How long had she run for? Minutes? Hours? She didn't know. What she did know I that she was so tired she could hardly keep her eyes open. 

With that , she found a mossy spot, lay down, and fell promptly fast asleep

The water tasted sweet on her lips

Like wine, she remembered. But this was daylight, and the water was running on her cheek!

Ann sat bolt upright to see a man bending over her. She feared the worse! Oh why had she given in to sleep?

But the man smiled at her, and made no attempt to stop her retreating. He offered her a bowl with fresh water and she reached out and took it. He was still smiling at her, and she eyed him nervously. Did he plan to assault her as well?

The man turned on his heels and gestured for Ann to follow him. She let him go on a few steps, then followed his path as he led her down beside the steam, until they came to a small water pool. He smiled at her again and jumped in, the silver water welcoming him with a splash.

Ann watched for a few moments as he played in the water, washing his hair in the clear water, and diving under the surface to impress her. Her caution gave way to curiosity. If he had wanted to assault her, he could have done it while she was asleep. So she slipped off her blouse, stepped out of her skirt and slipped into the cool, welcoming waters of the pool.

The water seemed to wash away the dust of he camp and the memories of the men, and her spirits lightened, she felt her breasts bobbing in the water and blushed fully when she saw her new partner glancing at them shyly. She immersed herself under the water felt its caress and let the touch of the water absolve her of guilt.

When she broke the surface, he was there. Still smiling he was closer now. She reached around his neck and pulled him closer. She felt the surrender as his arms encircled her and clutched her close to him. And she felt the passion as his body reacted to her touch and he became stiff.

Ann led him out of the water and lay down of the grassy bank, shaded by the ferns. Slowly he lay down beside her and took some moss and gently dried her body. It was warmer now, and the sun was heating the air, but the moss dried her legs, her arms and her breasts. Gently, he followed each pat of the moss, with a soft and tender kiss, until her whole body was dry and he had kissed every part of her. She looked down at him, and saw him smile at her, as his lips slid down between her legs and his tongue parted the lips of her pussy. She felt the rough edge of his tongue glide in-between her lips and his finger slip in and out slowly between her lips. She squeezed her own nipples until they were hard, and soon his mouth enveloped each nipple in turn, softly circling each one, gently at fort then with playful bites.

Then, his mouth met hers, and they shared a long slow lingering kiss

She could feel his heart pounding, so she flipped him over and straddled his body. His cock bobbed free standing hard and proud. She caressed it like a flower, before gliding it gently into her moist pussy.

Oh! That felt good! He twitched with pleasure as she developed a slow rhythm working his cock deeper and deeper inside her. Ann fingered her own nipples, then clenched his hands to her own breasts to show him what to do. Ann arched her back with pleasure as she felt the passion rising within her. She lent backwards as far as she could so that his cock teased her clit as it slid in, felt that tingling as he thrust inside her.

In an instant he stood up and pushed her onto all fours, before kneeling behind her and sliding his throbbing cock into her moist pussy. He was rougher now, pumping away and she could feel his balls bang against her with each jolt of his cock. His breaths grew shorter and Ann felt her own excitement rising until suddenly she could not stand it any more and she felt wave after wave of joy race through here body like she had been connected to the mains electricity. 

She moaned out loud and startled him, who had not yet come, so she knelt in front of him and gestured for him to stand up, before taking his cock in her lips, kissing the tip and teasing him before sliding the whole head into her mouth and sucking hard and wet on the glistening shaft.

He moaned as the hot wetness of her mouth brought him closer, until suddenly he withdrew and spurted a long arc of hot white cum into the cool green freshness of the ferns.

They collapsed together panting, breathless, hearts pounding, united in sexual ecstasy. He held her hand, still smiling at her, as she enjoyed the mellow moments wash over her.

What's your name? She asked of her lover.

"Paul" 



Fantasy Island



It was yet another long dreary day at work and as usual, Rene was spending his time surfing porn on the company computer. Rene was becoming increasingly bolder as he had been steadily coming out of the closet, yet at work he still hid under the strait umbrella. As far as tec support discovering his surfing for porn at work, he had become so bored he no longer cared. As he clicked through, he noticed a small ad that caught his eye. It was a picture of a tropical island and the copy across the top said,

"Come visit out Fantasy Island Resort located on the beautiful isle of Blanquilla. We cater exclusively to homosexuals."

The ad intrigued him and he sent the link to his home PC for later perusal. Rene rushed home after work and went right to his computer. He hadn't been able to get Fantasy Island out of his mind and he wanted to find out more. He clicked on their web site, only to find it very crudely done yet it was filled with some interesting pictures. 

Rene still couldn't get this resort out of his head and even after going to bed he lay there thinking about. It was just what he needed, a place where he could feel free to be gay and completely out in the open. He lay there thinking of a Fantasy Island vacation until he couldn't stand it any longer. He got up went to his PC and booked a trip to Blanquilla and a stay at the resort. 

The flight was long and rough; he had to change planes in Grenada, as the field on Blanquilla was too small to land a jet. The island was beautiful and lush and the locals friendly. It was a jitney ride to the resort, hot, dusty, and bumpy but once he was at Fantasy Island he saw at once that it was all worth it. A bellman took his luggage as he went to check in and he couldn't help but notice all the help were handsome bare chested black natives. The man at the desk suggested a massage to relieve the tension from his journey, Rene agreed and an appointment was set up at once.

Rene had barely had time to put away his clothes when the masseuse first knocked and then walked in. Rene was sure his mouth dropped open at the sight of this Adonis dressed only in a pair of linen slacks and bare chested as all the employees he seen so far. Tall and muscular his ebony skin so black it shined and Rene felt he might start drooling at the sight of the man's chest muscles. 

He was instructed to undress, which he did at once. He lay on his front with his erection throbbing underneath him. The masseuse whose name was Maurice asked him if it would be all right for him to remove his trousers, as he didn't wish to get oil on them. Rene told him to go ahead and then watched with enthusiasm as he undid his slacks and let them slide to his feet. Rene was surprised but pleased that Maurice wore no underwear but the real shock was when he turned around to face him. Rene had never seen a cock as big as Maurice had; still soft, it hung almost to his knees.

Maurice started on his upper back and when he looked up Rene's face was just inches from this monster cock. As he worked on Rene's back, his soft cock kept swaying back and forth and Rene could not keep his eyes off it. Finally, he could stand it no longer,

"Maurice, pardon me for being so forward but I have to say you have a magnificent manhood there."

Maurice stopped his work and picked up his penis. He waved it so close to Rene's lips that he almost reached and kissed it.

"We are famous on this island for having big dicks, why I'm not even the biggest in my family."

"May I touch it, it is so beautiful."

Without waiting for an answer, Rene picked up the man's penis and stroked it lightly. When he kissed the tip, he felt it stir in his grip.

"If you wish you may play with it as I finish my work."

Rene played with Maurice's penis and caressed his balls while the masseuse finished his upper body massage. When Maurice became fully erect Rene put him in his mouth, well as much as he could fit and continued to suck him until he came. Rene swallowed the massive load without spilling a drop but noticing that the big man still kept his erection.

Maurice instructed him to turn over so he could do his front. He started with his legs rubbing and stretching all the kinks the traveling had given him. He poured a generous amount of oil in his hands and then he gave Rene's penis the rubdown of his life. His hands so big and yet so soft caressed his penis magically. Then with one hand holding his balls, he used his other to send Rene into orgasm. He caught Rene's seed and rubbed it into his belly and thighs. Now sated Rene let him finish his job and once he was done Rene felt limp as a rag doll. Maurice now stood before him with his cock in his hand.

"The only thing left for me now is the internal massage but if you're not interested we can skip it."

Rene knew what he was talking about and he was defiantly interested although a little concerned about Maurice's huge cock wrecking his insides. Maurice noticed the concern in his face and told him he would be gentle.

He had him turn over and then get up on his knees and arms. He poured more oil letting it slide down Rene's crack. After spreading his thighs further apart, he began to massage Rene's sphincter with his finger. With all the oil, the finger felt so erotic as it slid easily into his ass and then he felt him introduce another digit. Soon he had three fingers deep inside of him and he was vigorously massaging his anal canal. When he stopped and then withdrew, Rene knew what was coming next and he worked to relax his backside. Maurice got the tip in and then stopped but Rene was so excited he could wait no longer and pushed back impaling himself on the man's giant appendage. He screamed in pain as he felt he was being split in half but the excitement had him so aroused he kept pumping himself on the giant cock. When Maurice came, it flooded Rene's rectum with hot sperm and this made Rene climax as well. 

Rene lay on the bed spent and exhausted as Maurice cleaned up and got ready to leave. Rene thanked him and then gave him a more than generous tip and told him he was sure he would need his services again later. Too tired to even clean up he lay in a pool of their mixed spunk, not caring he fell asleep. When he awoke, it was dark so he went and showered then got dressed for dinner. 

After a lovely dinner, he went to the bar for an after-dinner cocktail. While sitting there a young man asked him to dance, he'd never had the nerve before to dance with a man in public. However, here in this place, he asked himself why not and it was quite thrilling to him as they danced among the other male couples. After another dance, he took Rene to his booth in the back corner and still heady from the freedom of this place Rene crawled under his table where he gave him a blowjob not caring who saw him do it. Later he took Rene to his room where he returned the favor followed by some lovemaking and then they slept the rest of the night spooning as if some young lovers. The next morning Rene got up before he did and went back to his room before he awoke. As he walked to his room, he couldn't help but to think that the two had danced, made love and even spent the night together without even learning each other's name.

Rene showered and then wearing nothing but a towel went out to the clothing optional beach in front of the resort. He lay on a luxury chaise with an adjustable cover for shade while native cabana boys naked and friendly brought him drinks and towels. He watched in amazement at all the exposed cocks walking back and forth and he had to agree with Maurice that all the native boys had huge cocks. As he kept drinking fancy drinks with fruit and tiny umbrellas in them, he became bolder and began to fondle the cabana boys as they served him. They didn't seem to mind and before long, Rene was even putting his mouth on them.

Rene went down to the sea to cool off where he met a tall muscular man that said he had been watching Rene tease the staff. He said was having a party that night and invited Rene to attend. Rene gladly accepted and told him he would be looking forward to it. He asked the man what he should wear and was told what he had on would be more than enough.

He walked into a sea of naked men in all forms of lovemaking. They were all fucking and sucking in groups of three or more. On the couches and chairs, on the floor, and even up against the wall, it was a virtual sexual buffet. Already erect Rene saw a man bent over a chair as he sucked off another. Without even asking, Rene slipped up behind him and with just a little spit buried his cock inside him. The man moaned but never stopped sucked off the other to see who was corn-holing him and instead kept pushing back to get more of Rene inside. When Rene came and he pulled out another man dropped to his knees and cleaned off both the receiver and Rene. The night was a cornucopia of sexual acts, but by morning there was nothing left but bodies on the floor as all slept exhausted.

The rest of Rene's week flew by and he filled it with as much homoerotica as he could. When the tiny plane took off Rene was filled with sadness but he knew one thing and that was he would be back.



Fantasy Island



"Ladies and gentlemen this is your captain speaking. We'll be touching down at Princess Juliana Airport in just about 11 minutes. It's currently a muggy 28 Celsius in St. Maarten, which is exactly what the forecast temperature is for the rest of the week..." Looking out her window Regina could see the island in the distance. She unconsciously gripped Joe's knee beside her, squeezing it as a shiver of excitement and, although she didn't want to admit it -- fear, ran down her back.

Even from here, she could see the tiny white sliver of concrete runway practically bisecting the island. 'Damn that television show,'  she thought. Just last month, when she'd been in New York on business, she'd done what she would normally never do, she turned on the television. Flipping through the channels, just to see if there was anything that intrigued her, she'd seen a picture of an airport. She didn't even know what the show was, or which airport it was, but she heard the words "St. Maarten," and paused. It was a documentary about "the 10 most dangerous airports in the world," and the picture on the screen just happened to be the airport that they were scheduled to fly into the following month - today. As she watched, she'd realized it was just that it was tricky from the visual perspective, landing right over the heads of tourists on the beach, and that the runway wasn't quite as long as what most modern runways were. Not knowing much about flying she'd figured that the airlines and pilots weren't going to normally do anything that might be dangerous to themselves and the television show was just trying to be sensational and make it sound bad. At least she hoped so. And now, here as they were about to turn on final, the thought of that television show popped into her brain one more time, and the fearful shiver of "what if" trickled through her conscience. 

Forcing the thought of large 747's and Airbus's and tiny runways out of her mind, she smiled instead at the thought that had sent a thrill down her spine, of what she hoped and dreamed might happen. Sucking her lower lip between her teeth, she glanced sideways at Joe. Sensing her looking at him, he looked up from the book in his lap? "Almost there?" He questioned, ducking his head a little to look out the window just as the airliner began its turn to final.

"That's it, right there," she answered, her finger pointing to the tiny speck of land. "Do you see the runway?" she asked, the island disappearing from their sight as the bank steepened. 

Joe just shook his head "no" in response, the inane tour guide voice of the captain finally coming to an end the background. "Flight attendants, be seated for landing!"

The speck of land had disappeared, as it was now straight ahead of the airplane, and once again little could be seen except the blue of the ocean. In the distance a small boat was heading the opposite direction, the long V of the wake forming an arrowhead with the boat at the tip. Images of what she imagined the vacation would be like began flipping through her mind like slides in a slideshow. Broad sandy beaches with tall palm trees sweeping over the edge; sitting at a beachside bar, a drink with an umbrella in it in one hand, the same image this time at a resort swimming pool with a poolside bar where she was seated on the slightly submerged stool; an image of a crystal clear blue Lagoon, a couple with swim fins and snorkels swimming along hand-in-hand. In her mind she let that image linger; the swimsuits disappeared, replaced by the white of their naked bottoms. She imagined a small secluded cove, a small nook of sand and making love under the tropical sun.

She shook her head, clearing the naughty picture in her mind and glanced again at Joe, realizing there was no way that image included him. The faceless body of her daydream, the tanned muscular body with rivulets of water draining from it, was not the body of her husband. Although she loved her husband dearly and had for years, and although she knew he would do anything for her that was humanly possible, she knew that was never going to happen. As it always did when she thought back at times like this, the image of him collapsed unconscious on top of her, or rather unconscious in her, where he had passed out as they were making love, dominated her mind. 

He had almost died. They had laughed together over the years since then about "what a great way to go" that would have been -- the ultimate orgasm. As it was, he hadn't died, she'd gotten over the embarrassment of having to tell the paramedics and doctors again and again exactly what he'd been doing when he collapsed, and he'd been diagnosed with a bundle block, a heart condition that prevented him from doing anything that might over exert himself, ever again. 

At first she'd just been so relieved that he was alive. She had never told him but, every time they had laughed together about how she had "nearly fucked him to death," she thanked God that he hadn't died. She also had never told him that over the years that, more and more, she found herself wondering what life would have been like for her if he had died. Perhaps not wishing that he died, just wondering what would have happened if he had died? Not while they were actually making love, she never wished that. How could she live with herself, ever enjoy sex again, if her husband's last act on earth was an orgasm inside her? But, what if he had died in the hospital, or in the ambulance on the way? Little did she realize, at the time when they found that he was going to live, that in not losing her husband, she was being sentenced to a life of vanilla.

With his heart condition, no more could they do the exciting, adventurous things they had done before. Backpacking in the Alps, skiing in the winter, windsurfing in the summer; they had been active in life, but now -- it was all the same. He could no longer take the heat; high temperatures meant that he had to be in air conditioning. Walking through the park meant that he had to stop and let his heart catch up. Lovemaking had always been part of those adventures; different positions, different places. They had fucked in the hot tub after a day of skiing at Val d'isere; they'd made love on a mountaintop and in the moonlight on the beach. They even once managed to get naughty in the sauna at the Frankfurt airport hotel during a layover, not quite being interrupted by two women who walked in and dropped their towels to sit down on them naked; she had barely wiped the mess from between her legs when they came in. Even in those early days, twisting and squirming in the backseat of her mother's Volvo had been adventuresome - but all of that was before. Now, just like their life, their lovemaking was vanilla. 

Not that he couldn't perform, he definitely could. His cock filled her just as well as it always had, she could cum just as she always had, but now it was always the same. They would climb into bed, he would fondle her or finger her, or even go down on her, until she would cum or she was ready for more, and then he would roll over onto his back and she would climb on, filling herself with his cock and fuck him until he'd cum, sometimes until they'd both cum.

Not that she didn't enjoy it, most of the time she definitely did. But now, she did all the work. There were times when she wanted to roll over, put her ass into the air and have him take her from behind, pounding into her, his sweat dripping onto her back. There were times she wished he could be spontaneous like the early days; pulling over on a long drive and doing it on some country lane. Even to just lay back and spread her legs and let him fuck her senseless - or better yet, after she worked him over, to have him be able to roll over and do her for a second or third time. Come to think of it, when was the last time they had done it more than once? That was probably what she missed the most; doing it, resting and doing it again. Now, as often as not, sex seemed as much of a chore as doing dishes. She sighed quietly to herself; that's what she really wanted -- not to make love, but to be fucked.

He knew. 

There had been times when they had finished their lovemaking, or rather when she had gotten him off, when she had been less than satisfied and she'd told him. He was always willing to do more, to go down on her again, or to rest a bit until he was ready to go so she could do it again. Not to hurt his feelings, she had told him, but there were times when she needed him to fuck her, she needed a man to ravage her body. She needed him to bend her over the stuffed chair and take her from behind. She needed him to attack her in the kitchen - pushing her back onto the counter, ripping her panties from her legs, tonguing her until she begged him for more, then pull his cock out and do her standing against the kitchen counter. She wanted him to hold her, her naked breasts and arms flattened against the hotel room window, pounding into her from behind as he had on their honeymoon. She wanted it, but there was nothing that he could physically do about that.

He had understood of course, which made it just that much worse. How could she ever cheat on such a man, a man she loved so intimately, who loved her so much in return? Instead of being upset, instead of feeling like she was attacking his manhood, his masculinity, it actually turned him on. Surprisingly he even suggested she should find a lover, someone that could ravage her body the way that he couldn't - at least as long as she didn't fall for this lover and leave him. They had talked about it before, during, and even after their lovemaking; it had always surprised her how hard he would get at the thought of someone else doing her.

In that respect it reminded her of their early years, their bedroom talk of their fantasies; what turned him on, what got her boiler running. They had both shared thoughts of what it would be like to include others in their love life; she admitted that when she was really turned on, that her biggest fantasy was of being on her hands and knees, sucking a cock while being fucked from behind. She'd never confessed to him that neither of the men in that fantasy was him, somehow she couldn't imagine including someone in their lovemaking, but she never told him that. 

His fantasy had always been similar, two women at the same time, fucking one while he ate the other's pussy. She even remembered the two women he said he fantasized about the most; her little sister being one, her girlfriend with the big boobs, Lynn, being the other. She'd never really put a face to the man or men in her fantasies, the hard sexy body and gorgeous erection had been more important than the face. 

They had never acted on those fantasies, although at one time she had gone as far as to talk with her friend Lynn enough to know that she would have joined them if she had asked. She almost had once, asked Lynn to join them as a present for her husband, but she hadn't been able to open up that much. She'd never quite bought into his fantasy of sharing him with her little sister though and had never spoken to her about such a possibility. Truthfully, they hadn't spoken to each other of those fantasies in years; those were memories from the early years of their marriage.

Still looking out the window, the deep blue of the ocean suddenly turned to aquamarine, and before she could say anything to Joe the beach appeared, skimming under the wingtip. Snapshots of the island appeared; two girls in bikinis walking towards her along the beach, their feet in the water and faces looking up seemingly directly at her; a red pickup truck appeared heading away from her on the road between the beach and the end of the runway, a young boy seated in the back seemingly waving directly to her; a woman on the edge of the beach, ducking, her arm held up in a protective motion, looking up at her plane as the past mere meters overhead. Seconds later the wheels touched the runway, brakes and reverse thrust were applied, the 747 slowing harder and faster than she'd ever felt a plane that large slow down before.

~

Lynn stood on the balcony of their time share condominium and looked over the complex and the pool below. A smattering of people were in and around the pool and the floating bar but it was far from crowded. She'd been slightly disappointed when they'd first arrived, expecting beach front accommodations and palm trees outside rather than a multi-building complex surrounding large swimming pools, but her disappointment had been assuaged when they saw the room. On the fourth and top floor of the highest building on the hill, she could look out and see the ocean at any time, or like now, walk out and look down at the pool. It was just a short walk down through the complex to a small but convenient beach, but as she'd heard from others -- the best beaches were on the other side of the island anyway. Here were the hotels, restaurants, bars and evening entertainment; elsewhere were sandy beaches, secluded coves and daytime entertainment.

It had taken several hours to get to this point, looking at her watch she found it was after 4 -- the day was virtually shot. When Joe walked up behind her, putting his arms around her and kissing her neck, she nuzzled her head back against him. She wasn't surprised, nor did she stop him when his hands brushed against her breasts. She'd never been one for public exhibitions; but as long as he didn't just openly grope her in public, she didn't mind. A glance around confirmed that nobody could really see them -- they weren't really in public at the moment anyway; she let her hand slide behind her, confirming the hardening penis in his pants. Her mind slipped momentarily into a fantasy; a towel conveniently draped over the glass balcony railing in front of her, if she dropped her pants and leaned forward he could take her from behind and nobody would know...

"What's this?" she whispered instead. "Is somebody happy to be on vacation?" Of course he was, he always was; she was too. But she knew she was going to go back into the condo, probably sit him down on the couch and suck his cock for a few minutes before pushing him onto his back and climbing on top, just as if they'd been home in bed. Essentially that's exactly what happened, although he did surprise her by having her sit on the sofa and eating her to an orgasm before they did it exactly how she knew they would. Despite being in paradise, it was as she knew it would be: vanilla.

"Don't, please?" She stopped and looked at him, she'd been about to put clothes back on.

"What?" Regina questioned, and then understood.

"Go naked for me, you know I love that." She glanced at the door from the bedroom to the living room, instantly assessing the condo. Hidden from view from everywhere as long as she didn't go onto the balcony -- nobody could see or know, but she knew eventually he was going to try to get her topless or naked onto the balcony. He always did; the thought of someone seeing her naked or dressed in her lingerie was one of his greatest turn-ons. She didn't do it all the time, never at home, but on vacations or anniversary trips, she almost always relented and took the chance that someone might see her naked, that someone might see that she wasn't just naked but ready for sex. And she admitted to herself, they had enjoyed some steamy encounters after she'd blatantly displayed herself for others to see, but although she'd always found it stimulating, she considered it was his thing more than hers. 

"Later," Regina answered, reaching again for her swimsuit. 'Let's go to the pool for a while, and get something to drink before we find a place to eat." She looked at her watch, "It's already midnight back home -- I don't want to go to bed too early, but I'm kind of tired also." 

Joe relented, but pulled her to him before she could put her top on. Fondling her breast with one hand, his other on her bottom, he asked, "Are you going topless?"

"Not here," she answered, pulling away a bit and beginning to fit her breasts to the bra. "I already looked. One woman had her top undone while she was lying on a lounge, but everyone else had tops on." She didn't turn him down, she wasn't averse to going topless on the beach if the whole beach was doing so, but she much preferred someplace more private. She thought of the two women walking on the beach as they flew over; although she'd heard the norm in the Caribbean was European topless, she certainly hadn't seen it -- yet. But she also knew that with his bundle block, and the need to stay cool, hotel pools and ready air conditioning meant that he probably wasn't into much beach bumming either. She shook her head to herself wistfully. Vanilla. 

They immediately got into the pool; just the exertion of walking from the elevator to the pool had made them hot in the sweltering tropical heat. A brief sprinkle had seemed to cool things down earlier, however the heat came back intensified once the shower passed. The pool water was cool and the iced drinks at the floating bar even more so. Looking around, Regina realized there were at least twice as many people out now once the direct afternoon sun had begun to drop to the horizon. Looking around, she spotted two young good looking women, a blonde and a brunette just walking into the pool area. She did a double take, they both looked familiar, but she wasn't sure why. She passed on, gradually taking stock of all the swimmers and sunbathers

There were a few sun worshipers out; most were in and out of the water to cool off. A half-dozen older teenage kids, probably college age she guessed, were playing in the water in one area, but those were the youngest people she saw. When she mentioned it to Joe he asked the bartender who told them this particular area was generally reserved for adults; the younger families were accommodated elsewhere. Completing her survey of the area, she found the two young women she'd noticed earlier swimming toward the bar. As she turned back, she found that Joe's eyes were in their direction, he'd already noticed them. 

"Joe!" she stage whispered, "these two women, why do they look so familiar?" 

"Flight attendants. " He answered immediately, "they were both on our flight this morning."

"Oh, of course," she answered. She hadn't known from where she recognized them, and without the uniform the only thing that looked the same had been their shapely legs and their faces, not that she'd really checked either one of those assets out before. But she realized that his rapid answer meant that Joe had. "So did you recognize their legs or their faces?" she teased.

Joe glanced back at the two women, now closer in the water. "All I can see is their faces."

"You're telling me you didn't see them when they were approaching the pool?"

"I didn't say that," he grinned back at her, just as the two flight attendants reached the semi-submerged stools. She knew he had, he didn't miss much when it came to pretty girls.

Regina looked over and smiled, nodding and smiling when the nearest one said "Hey!" in greeting. She recognized both of them herself, confirming Joe's identification, now that they were closer. 

They ordered drinks before Regina asked, "You two have to fly back tomorrow?" 

The brunette glanced at her again with a "do I know you?" look on her face, before recognition lit up her smile. "Sorry, I guess I didn't recognize you without clothes on! At least, with a few less clothes than earlier," she laughed. "You were on the flight in today, right?"

The blonde turned out to be Janice, "just call me Jan", and the brunette Lori. They told them they had a couple of days; they and a group of other flight attendants had gotten together and shared a condo. Every couple of weeks they flew in and got to spend two days at a time, a short mini vacation, and then fly back. It was hard to schedule much more time than that, but as long as they swapped out with other crews, the airline worked with them. They all visited back and forth, learning about each other until Joe interrupted to point out that it was almost dark, even though it was only a little after 6. 




Fantasy Island



"It's like that year long," Lori explained. "So close to the equator, it's always close to a 12 hour day. They have about 13 hours of sunlight in the summer, maybe 11 in the winter -- so it doesn't change much. " 

"Maybe we should think about dinner?" Regina questioned, looking at Joe.

"We were going to do that right after a swim ourselves," Jan said. "You guys are welcome to join us. Do you know where you're going?"

Regina looked at Joe letting him make the decision. He shrugged his shoulders, "Fine by me. We haven't got a clue where to go - we've never been here before."

"Great! We're probably going to do some bar hopping and dancing afterward, you up for that?" 

"That sounds like fun!" Regina responded enthusiastically, and then remembered Joe. "But, we can't." 

She proceeded to explain about Joe's heart condition and exertion, which Joe listened to until she was done, and then interrupted, "But that doesn't mean you can't go, honey." She started to argue why she couldn't, but Joe insisted. She was on vacation - she should go have fun. Before she knew it, it was all arranged; they'd all change and meet in half an hour or so and go together. When Joe needed to bail out -- he could get a cab by himself back to the condo.

The girls steered them to a seafood restaurant on the bay, and afterward to an open air bar that was just beginning to hop. Joe went with them to start, but bailed out after just a short time. Lori and Jan were both asked to dance several times. Regina just sipped her drink, began to wonder what was wrong when Jan said, "Not interested in dancing?"

Regina looked up at her, puzzled. "Yeah, but..." she looked around and shrugged, "I don't seem to be drawing much attention."

Jan reached out and tapped her hand. "Gotta lose the ring, honey. The guys want to think they've at least got a chance." 

"You're married?" She asked in return, a little shocked at the suggestion. 

"Happily!" She answered with a grin, "but I like to dance too, and you never know..." Jan didn't finish the sentence, instead taking a sip of her Mai Tai. "I wear the ring when I'm working, but first thing on our layovers -- it's into my baggage until we leave." Regina glanced at her naked ring finger, she'd have never known if Jan hadn't said anything.

Jan came back to the table just a few minutes later indicating she was about ready to go also. "First nights are always the hardest," she said, looking at her watch. "It's time to be getting up, but the bars are just starting to hop. Best thing for us is to get some shut eye tonight and start tomorrow on local time or I'm a wreck the whole time I'm here."

Regina glanced at her watch, midnight -- and when she looked up she saw Jan's back, heading for Lori. "She'd dance all night and regret it all day tomorrow if I wasn't her mother," Jan said with a grin as she drug Lori back to the table.

"I could have some fun if you weren't such a party pooper," Lori retorted. 

They've obviously done this before, Regina thought as Jan downed the last of her drink. "Ready?" 

"Let's go." 

A short cab ride later, they walked back through the complex together, headed for their rooms. "What have you got planned for tomorrow?" Jan asked as they trudged back up the hill from the security checkpoint.

"I don't know," Regina answered. "Joe can't do much physical stuff, at least not if it takes exertion and there's no way to cool down. He can golf if there are golf carts; he loves deep sea fishing, playing poker at the casinos -- all those sorts of things. But he can't do hiking or walking or skiing or any of those things anymore."

"So you're not going to the beaches or anything while you're here?"

"I'd love to -- but it depends on Joe. I could care less about fishing or golfing; I'll probably try and visit some beaches while he's doing those things. What about you guys?"

"We're beaching it tomorrow; why don't you come with us?"

"God, I'd love to! I just don't know about Joe..." She told them she'd check on his plans and let them know in the morning. 

"Hey baby, did you have fun?" Joe groggily asked from bed as she came in. She gave him a brief rundown, sort of skipping over that she hadn't actually danced with anyone or the supposed reason for that. She had her doubts anyway; Jan and Lori were a couple of hotties, probably late twenties, and she was an old lady in comparison. What hunk in his right mind would choose to dance with her when a couple of babes were at the same table? When she mentioned that they'd invited her to go to the beach in the morning, he said "Why don't you go? I don't think I want to, but I've found a half day sport fishing trip that leaves at 1. I could do that while you're catching some beach time." 

~

Joe's side of the bed was empty when she awoke, the smell of coffee in the air. Arising she pulled a robe on over her nighty and wandered out to find Joe on the balcony, wearing only a pair of shorts. He could take the morning sunshine, but she knew from experience he couldn't take much of the mid-day heat. Bending over him, she kissed his forehead good morning. "Hey baby," Joe responded, "Cappuccino?" 

"I'd love one," she smiled at him, wiping the grogginess from her eyes. Joe always had been the first one up; she was more the night owl, the last one to bed. Setting his own coffee on the table, he rose to go make her one while she pulled the other chair out and sat down. The warm sun on her feet and legs felt good, but inside the robe it rapidly began to get too warm. By the time Joe got back with a cup of cappuccino for her, she'd loosened the belt a bit and let the lower part fold open. "It gets hot fast in the sun in this robe," she commented, flapping the robe to get a bit more air to her body.

"So take it off," Joe answered, setting her cup in front of her. "There's nobody to see, and who cares anyway?" She just ignored his comment. As she took a sip of her coffee he asked, "So, are you going to go to the beach with them?" She hadn't been sure he'd even remembered the night before, but he had. On the table along with his coffee he had numerous brochures and leaflets about sport fishing spread out.

"Where'd you get those?" she queried, pointing at the brochures.

"I stopped by the office when I came in last night to see what they had." He explained the pros and cons of everything, his excitement palpable, but the growing heat from the sun in her robe took more and more of her attention. Glancing around, she could see balconies on other buildings, a man and a woman were visible on the second floor across the pool, but there was no one out anywhere near them that could see onto their balcony. Looking closer at the other couple, she realized that except that they probably had swimsuits on, she really couldn't tell any details about them.

"Aren't you hot in the sun?" she asked, but Joe affirmed that although it was warm it wasn't too hot - yet. She knew he wasn't hot anyway, he was careful about getting overheated anymore. When he again said she should lose the robe, she glanced around once more before she stood up and stepped inside. Taking the robe off and dropping it on a chair, she stepped back out to the balcony table, dressed only in her diaphanous nighty.

The slight air movement through her nighty was all it took, she immediately felt cooler, but she also felt naked. She looked down; in the sunlight she could see her nipples and landing strip through the material that barely reached to her crotch. She just hoped that if anyone was looking at her from afar that they wouldn't be able to tell what she was, or rather wasn't, wearing. She brushed her gown down between her legs, but as short as it was, it didn't do much. She felt half of her bare bottom touching the plastic of the chair. Oh well -- nothing she could do about that except get up and go inside and get dressed. "Are you happy now baby? You've got me outside almost naked -- just the way you like me." She smiled as she needled him, realizing as she did that she was probably going to have to take care of him before they did anything else this morning. She glanced at his crotch and as expected she could see a bulge beginning in his pants. 

She had to admit the sun felt nice on her almost naked body. Looking around she realized that being on the top floor of the highest building, if she wanted to, she could lie down on the deck, take her clothes off and sunbathe naked and no one could see. She glanced impishly at Joe, knowing that he'd certainly like that. Who knows, she thought, maybe later this week? She leaned back, momentarily closing her eyes, just relishing the sun on her body.

Her mind drifted as she began to fantasize; at first what it would be like to be lying on the deck naked, soaking up the sun, but her mind rapidly drifted to "her" beach. Her isolated beach, the palm trees giving shade at the edge, crystal blue water reflecting to the horizon, the lover from her fantasizes nearby. She imagined him walking toward her out of the water, the muscles of his athletic body rippling with every step. He walked up beside her, stooping to pick up a towel as her eyes roved over his body, devouring his sexiness. His cock wasn't erect, but hung nicely between his legs; she always liked fantasizing about that, how she could make him erect, how he'd begin to get there just by looking at her naked body. He kept himself shaved, no pubic hair, his balls wiggling gently before her eyes as he toweled off his upper body. 

"Another coffee?" Joe asked. Regina opened her eyes; she hadn't even realized she'd closed them, the warm sun nearly putting her back to sleep. Joe was just standing up, picking up her cup along with his; she realized he'd been droning on about his fishing options

"Not for me," she answered sleepily. "I'm sorry, I think I fell asleep. How long have I been out here?"

He bent to kiss her, the cups in one hand. She kissed him back, his free hand slipping across her chest, cupping and caressing her far breast through her nighty as he answered. "Only a few minutes -- maybe 10. Do I detect somebody's been thinking naughty thoughts?" He questioned, sliding his hand back to her near breast, finding a second nipple slightly hardened to his touch. She couldn't deny it; her nipples always gave her away. It certainly wasn't cold enough for that excuse, she didn't even try. Nor did she deny that his touch felt good, it did. His fingers trailed from her breast as he headed indoors with the empty cups, sending little twangs of stimulation between her legs. 

Standing, she raised both arms in a stretch. Looking around as she did so, she caught a movement on a balcony across the courtyard and pool. Also on the top floor, but due to the slope of the hill the equivalent of a floor lower, she realized that the man in the morning shade was waving to her. She hadn't seen him before; he probably thought she was waving when she'd stretched. She waved in return, then turned and stepped inside behind Joe. "I wonder if he could tell I was practically naked?" she thought. Turning and looking back, she realized that whatever the stranger on the distance building had been able to see when she was outside he probably couldn't see anything now that she was inside in the darkness of their front room. Running her hands over her body, she found her nipples harder than they had been moments before. She slipped a hand between her legs, cupping herself, her finger slipping between her lips, across her clit. God, I'm hornier than I thought I was, she thought. Glancing back through the open door to the bright morning outside once more just to be sure, without further thought, she grabbed her nighty and pulled it over her head, dropping it in a pile on the kitchen table.

Joe, with his back to her, had just rinsed her cup and was pouring himself another cup when she stepped up behind him, hugging his back, sliding her hands around his front side. "Are you sure you want another cup, or can I get you something else?" she cooed into his ear, her voice huskier than normal.

For some unfathomable reason it turned out he wasn't really all that interested in more coffee after all. 

Their lovemaking wasn't quite as bland as it had been the previous evening, she did him on the floor of the living room with the sun shining through the open doors, but still -- it was her making love to him. It was nice, she even orgasmed before he did; but even then it didn't appease the yearning in her gut.

She had just gotten out of the shower when the phone rang. Lori and Jan were headed to breakfast, said they'd be leaving in an hour and wanted to know if she'd decided about going with them. She told them she would, that Joe was making arrangements for an afternoon fishing trip so it would work out perfect.

"Where are we headed?" she asked from the back of the small Subaru SUV as they were heading through the town.

"Over to the French side of the island, there are lots of good beaches over there." Jan answered, turning from the passenger seat. "We've been here so many times I sort of forgot you don't know where anything is." She gave a brief rundown of the island and its layout, pointing out where they passed from the Dutch to the French side. Going by the airport, she recognized the road where the day before she'd seen a car pass just beneath them as they landed, thankfully at that moment there were no planes landing. They passed between a couple of resorts, passed the Mullet Bay golf course, and suddenly were on rural roads.

Walking over the dune from the parking lot she stopped suddenly when the small beach became visible. From the parking lot all she'd been able to see was a couple of cars, a pile of sand, and some palm trees. But once they had climbed the dune, a spectacular view opened before her. Half a kilometer long, the pure white sand was sandwiched between rocky endpoints. The upper edge of the beach ended in overhanging tropical shrubbery. Just off to one side a cabana style snack bar was tended by a young woman. Gentle waves lapped against the beach, the water rising and falling gently with the larger swells. The virtually calm sea barely showed signs of any waves, but those few they could see were crystal clear. 

The beach was practically deserted. A young family was at the surf line, a toddler playing naked in the waves, parents standing by watchfully. Halfway down the beach another couple was lying in the sun on towels. Turning her gaze back, she realized that her two girls had stepped on by and were spreading their towels onto the perfectly white sand. 

"Don't forget sunscreen," Jan reminded as she joined them. Reaching into her bag, she pulled her own towel out as the other two began pulling their shirts off. 

"First time I was here, I didn't think I had to put it on immediately," Lori said, spreading sunscreen on her arms as she did. "I went for a swim, was in the water maybe only twenty minutes, but that's all it took. I was a lobster even though I put sunscreen on when I came back in." Regina saw Lori flip her hair up and lean her head forward, Jan putting sunscreen on her back.

Regina was putting lotion on her chest when Lori said "Don't forget your boobs when you take your top off. I did that once, it hurt to wear a bra for two days afterward." Interesting, she thought, the wording of Lori's statement, assuming that she would go topless. She would if the situation was right, she loved the feeling of the sun and breeze on her bare skin, but she certainly wasn't going to go topless alone -- and not if others on the beach weren't. 

The Caribbean water was as warm as a bath. Cool enough to be refreshing, it was also warm enough that they didn't get chilled. When all three of them were floating in the gently moving water she told the girls about her and Joe. They told her about working as flight attendants and their significant others. Lori said she was currently single, Jan said she was "married, but on longer layovers we're all single." When Regina questioned what she meant by that, she said, "we're here to have fun, not be alone. When you're married, you get to watch everyone else dance and have fun like you did last night. And besides, better to leave a ring at home than lose it or a stone in the sand."

They'd been there for the better part of an hour when Jan suggested she was ready to go if they were. Lori said she was; she agreed also. When she asked where to next, Lori said "Another beach, somewhere where there's more people. Kind of hard to check out the hunks on a beach where there aren't any."

"Different beaches, different days." Jan shouted to her over the noise of the open car. "That one is generally pretty popular, it's just there's nobody there today. Long Beach is probably the biggest on the island, too big as far as I'm concerned, except on really crowded days. Red Beach is my favorite, not too big, not too small and OMG -- it's like there are always good looking guys and girls hanging out. We'll go there next."

"Grab the mask and fins," Lori said as she started to climb out of the back seat, "they should be right behind you." Looking over the back seat she found two sets of fins, masks and snorkels which she handed forward before getting out.

"Snorkeling is good?" she asked to no one in particular. 

"It's awesome!" Jan replied, putting the equipment into her beach bag. "The water is so clear you can see forever, and the fish are so colorful. You can snorkel almost anywhere on the island, but this is one of my favorite spots."

The approach to the beach was similar to the previous location but the beach itself was slightly larger. It ended in rocky cliffs at each end, but the biggest difference was that there were many more people. A group of maybe eight bathers were bobbing neck deep in the water; a family with two small children was playing in the surf close by. Scattered ones and twos were staggered elsewhere along the beach.

"Let's go over here so people aren't walking over us," Jan suggested, heading off to the left, toward another beachside snack bar. She led the way, about 50 meters before stopping. "Good enough?" she asked.

"Well, I'd hate to be right on top of anyone," Regina teased, looking around and not seeing anyone close at all.

"It's closer to the snack bar, easier to people watch," Lori stated, spreading her towel in agreement. Looking around again, she noticed that most everyone was within 50 meters of snack bar, the beach center. Regina began putting her towel down beside her, Jan stopped on her other side.

"I like snorkeling down near that cliff," Jan said, pointing off to the right. "There are rocks out there where there are always fish; we'll go later." 

"We'll have to try it. I think that would be fun." When she looked back, Lori was sitting on her towel, dropping her bra into her bag and taking out the sunscreen. Her medium sized breasts were firm and well-tanned, although she also had bikini marks. Wow, she's never had kids, Regina thought, I wish mine looked that good. Her tan said she'd obviously put some time on the beach, just not always topless. 

Turning back she surveyed the beach a bit closer. Two girls from the group that had been bobbing neck deep were just walking out of the water, also topless. When she glanced again at the young family she realized that the woman had on nothing but a bikini bottom, her husband a small speedo. She realized that virtually every woman except for Jan and herself were topless, and as she turned around Jan was taking hers off also. She spread her towel, kicked off her thong shoes and sat. When in Rome..." she thought to herself, and reached behind to undo her clasp.

The feeling of freedom she always felt when going topless immediately washed over her. No encumbering bra, no cloth touching her, she immediately felt the warmth of the sun and the cooling air on her bare breasts, the natural elements caressing her skin. 




Fantasy Island



"Can you do my back?" Lori asked, handing her the lotion and arching her bare back towards her. 

Unhesitatingly she smoothed the lotion onto Lori's back. "Return the favor?" she asked, turning around after she was finished.

"Sure thing." As she looked down to get the hair of the back of her neck, she saw Jan on her knees, rummaging through her beach bag. Her breasts, the largest and fullest of the three of them hung from her body. Finding what she was looking, when she sat back down Regina noticed her breasts hung slightly, but didn't sag. Looking down at her herself, all she saw were saggy boobs that were no longer the way she remembered.

"God I wish I'd never had kids," she said out loud, unintentionally.

"You've had kids?" Jan said, looking up and handing her lotion to Regina so she could put it on her back. 

"Two teenagers," she answered. "They're on their own this trip."

"No way! What did you do, have them when you were twelve?" Lori laughed. "How old are you?"

"How old do you think I am?" she answered in return.

"Maybe, what, 34?" 

She laughed. "That's sweet, Lori, but I turned 40 two years ago."

"No way. Seriously, I thought you were our age, maybe a year or two older at most."

"With saggy old boobs like these? I doubt it."

"I don't know, I don't think they look bad."

"Thanks Jan," she said, taking the offered sunscreen and beginning to put it on her back now that Lori had finished slathering hers. "But it's obvious you girls have never had babies." The conversation started with babies but went everywhere as they all lay back, soaking up the sun. 

It was by mutual agreement when they went into the water to cool off. Regina felt self-conscious at first, walking topless down to the water, but once in the water, she relished once again the freedom of another natural element stroking her skin. Walking back a few minutes later, without having to adjust a bra, without having cloth clinging and pulling her skin, it was all that much better. 

"Anyone want to go snorkeling?" Jan asked about the time they needed to go in to cool off again.

"Not me." Lori answered.

Regina was lying on her back, her t-shirt over her eyes to block the sun, but sat up, finding Jan looking at her expectantly. She'd expected Lori to say yes, it was their equipment after all. "Sure, why not?" she answered, pulling her legs underneath and standing up. She started to reach for her top, but Jan just picked up one set of gear and headed for the water. Following suit, she grabbed the other set of fins and mask, trotting after Jan who'd already started down toward the water line. "Too hot to walk on the sand," Jan said when she caught her, "we'll walk in the water."

"Where are we going?" she asked as she stepped into the water, cooling her feet from the walk across the hot sand. 

Jan had turned right as soon as she'd gotten her feet wet. "Down toward the end," she answered, swinging the arm with the mask ahead of her to point the way. "I love swimming around the rocks, seeing the fish. 

"So why did you say you're always single when you're on a long layover?" Regina queried.

Jan laughed infectiously. "Single is a state of mind, girlfriend. We go to a lot of fun places, the one real benefit of being a flight attendant."

"There are drawbacks?"

"Oh Hell yes. Let's see, there's always the lousy pay; everyone thinks we get paid more than we do. We have to be there, but don't get paid until the airplane pushes back. Then when we get where we're going, as soon as the plane is at the gate we're off the clock but still have to help clean the plane for the next flight. Then there's eating restaurant or airline food all your life, sleeping in a different hotel every night, and of course being away from your main squeeze. Either you decide that you're single when you're on the road, or you sleep alone."

"You cheat?" She hadn't meant it to sound like that, but it was what had been running through her mind. 

"Do you?"

She was surprised by the answer being a question, and answered without thinking. "I haven't yet." Jan looked over at her after she answered, she felt herself blush to her gaze despite the heat of the day.

"Meaning you might?" she pressed.

"I don't know."

"But you've thought about it?" she pushed again.

She hesitated; this woman meant nothing to her, why not? "Yes."

"We all have." They walked silently for a few moments before she said anything else. "I've always had a good time working for the airlines. I got the job to travel; I've been all over the world. Getting to some location, going to bed in a hotel room, and then getting up the next day and flying home isn't exactly seeing the world in my estimation however. Early on I learned how to schedule the flights so I could take a couple of days off and see where we were taking all those passengers. A lot of the crews don't however, so I always found myself doing things alone. Often times doing the tourist stuff there is someone that you will meet that is fun to hang with, and sometimes it turns into more. Sometimes it's at the bar, or dancing, or whatever. My husband's work makes him travel too; there are times when I get home and he's not there, just like there are times when I'm traveling and he's home, but when we're home together, it's just that much better." She stopped suddenly. "Let's go in here."

Looking up, Regina realized they were only maybe 15 meters from the end of the beach. The sand ahead as it approached the cliff got progressively rockier. Wading in waist deep, she spit in the mask to keep if from fogging like an expert, pulled it onto her head and sat down to pull her fins on. Jan finished about the same time, and rolling over onto their stomachs they began swimming out.

The underwater view was everything she thought it would be. The crystal clear water made everything seem closer than it was. At one point, she was looking at the sandy bottom, rocks of the cliff beside her when she realized that the rocks were quite massive. Looking back at the sandy bottom she realized that it had to have been at least 15 meters down, maybe 20. Looking up out of the water, she found they were easily 100 meters from shore, yet just a few meters from the rocks of the cliff. The fish, along the rock face, were spectacular. She didn't have a clue about their names, but the fluorescent blues, oranges, reds and yellows made each distinctive. A school of silver colored fish flashed by in the deeper water, practically disappearing, except when they were perpendicular to her line of sight. Maybe fifty altogether, each was about half meter in length. With a tap to Jan's shoulder she pointed out interesting things to Jan; Jan had done the same in return. 

"What do you think, head back?" Jan asked her when they stopped, treading water. They'd both popped their masks off to converse. Looking back she realized they'd come a lot further than she'd thought. 

"I suppose," she reluctantly answered. "It's all so beautiful."

"Now you see why I like it," Jan answered, pulling her mask off, spitting in it again and swishing water to clear it. "But there's always another time."

"Yeah, let's go."

Regina had followed Jan pretty closely on the way in, but slowed and dove to look at something on one of the rocks. When she looked up from just a few meters down, Jan had continued on, not noticing her detour. As she looked up, she realized this was almost half of her fantasy. Jan was drifting along lazily, her near naked body silhouetted against the silver surface of the water. All she needed was a lover, and a beach, and to get totally naked. Rising to the surface, she looked out and realized they'd barely started back. I may never have another chance, she thought -- and without hesitating any longer, slipped her bottoms down, finding she could slip them off over the fins -- barely. She kicked rapidly to close the gap with Jan, her bottoms bundled into her hand. She slowed, again lazily drifting along a few meters behind Jan. She saw Jan look back every once in a while to make sure she was there, but didn't have a clue whether she'd noticed that she was totally naked. 

Swimming naked in the sea was just as she'd thought it would be; the water sliding unimpeded across her body, caressing not just her skin, but her soul. She imagined what it would be to have her lover at hand, naked beside her, his fingers intertwined with hers. They'd swim into shore, their towels waiting and they'd make love in the... She raised her head when she felt the swish of water from Jan's fin; she'd almost bumped into her. Jan had stopped; she realized all at once that the water was back to almost shallow. Pulling up, they were now treading water, not more than a couple of meters deep. 

"Naughty girl!" Jan laughed as she pulled her head out of the water to join. "You should have told me you wanted to go naked -- I love swimming naked." 

Regina grinned and answered sheepishly, "It has always been a fantasy of mine, and well..." 

"Good place to make fantasies come true." Glancing at the shore, then back at Regina she said "We're almost back." Regina had already come to the decision that it was time to put her bottoms back on, and was taking off one fin at a time to slip her suit back on. Seconds later she had her bottoms on, the fins back in place, and they continued their swim to shore.

~

"So are you going to have an affair?" Jan asked as they were walking back down the beach after they'd run out of colorful fish to talk about. "For love or sex?"

"What do you mean?" Regina asked, startled at the change of subject.

"You don't love him, or you just want to have sex with someone else?" 

"Oh, I never thought of it that way," she answered, startled at the simplicity of the thought once she had. "Sex."

"So you love him?" It was a question, but not said to elicit an answer. "What's the problem, he can't get it up?" 

She could have been offended by the bluntness of the question, but wasn't. Instead, she found her talking all about their love life. She told how he'd passed out and almost died (which Jan found hilariously funny) and how now she thought of their love life as Vanilla. "I'm tired of doing it Cowgirl, of me being in charge, me being on top, me making love to him. I don't want to make love, I want to get fucked. I want someone to make me shout 'Oh God I'm coming' again." Somehow, telling Jan had made it all come clear. Somehow it had crystalized in her mind that if the opportunity to have a tryst with someone came along -- she was going to do it. Until now it had been a fantasy, she'd thought about it, but never really expecting that it could happen. But she'd also known that she'd never really looked for it, she'd always shied away from anyplace where it might. 

They walked in silence for a few moments. She hadn't really been looking where they'd been going, just walking in the relatively cool water of the shore line. When Jan started moving rapidly up the dry hot sand she looked and realized they were back. 

Lori had obviously been in the water recently, her skin still glistened with water droplets, but more importantly she had a cold drink. "I didn't know you were almost back or I would have gotten you two a drink also," she said. "How was the snorkeling?"

"Fantastic, better than I expected. How much are the drinks?" Regina asked, fishing her wallet out of her bag.

"Two Euro's each." 

"Want one? My treat," she asked Jan, fumbling for her money in her bag.

"Yeah, I'll go with you," she answered. 

Minutes later, cold drinks in hand they were back at the towels telling Lori all about the snorkeling. Jan had just laughingly told Lori how Regina had gotten naked on the way back when she stopped in mid-sentence. Looking up, Regina saw she was looking over her head toward the snack bar and turned to see what she was looking at. Lori did the same, turning to look and said, "Oh yeah, I should have told you about him. He came in while you were gone." 

Regina reached down to her bag, fumbling to put the change she'd had in her hand away rather than just stare at the man walking towards them. He wasn't actually walking directly towards them, but his path was going to take him within a meter of their towels. She'd glanced up, and immediately had to look away as her stomach had flopped and her insides turned to mush.

If there was ever a man who actually fit her fantasy lover profile, this was it. Unexpectedly she knew that he wasn't the 20 something boy toy she'd always imagined he would be, this was a man probably 10 years older than her. Not an ounce of body fat on his body, he was obviously in fantastic physical shape, yet didn't have muscles bulging from his body like a steroid hyped star athlete; more like a successful businessman that just knew how to take good care of himself. A speedo swimsuit was all he had on his body; a hat covered his head, water shoes were on his feet protecting against the hot sand. She glanced up again as he came closer, turning to sit back down on her towel so she wouldn't stare. The speedo covered a package between his legs; when she had glanced up to him the second time she'd found herself looking directly at the cloth covered bulge between his legs and felt a burst of heat between her own legs as she did. 

"Nice day, eh ladies?" he said with an indeterminable accent as he walked by, his eyes flipping between the three of them, landing and locking on her own. A smile crossed his lips, his head bobbed to her in a nod. Now walking away from her, she no longer had a reason to take her eyes off him, and didn't. 

His muscular legs rose to a tight ass that rippled with each step. The muscles on his back were well defined; she watched them shift as he raised his drink to his mouth without breaking stride. His evenly tanned skin had a healthy glow about it. It wasn't the dark brown of someone who spent hours just lying in the sun doing nothing, but had the look of someone who played in the sun and knew how to do it without getting sunburned. As far as she could tell he didn't have any tan lines at all. When he walked by there hadn't been even a hint of white around his form fitting suit. Not that it mattered, but she realized he was carrying fins and a swim mask, apparently going snorkeling just like they had just done. Why couldn't I have seen him out there? She thought. She realized Jan had said something to her, but had no idea what.

"What?" she asked, looking over at Jan.

"I said, looks like we found your fantasy lover for you, girlfriend." 

Flustered she denied it. "I wouldn't say that."

"No? You might not but your body sure does." She laughed, nodding at Regina, her eyes dropping to her chest. Glancing down at herself Regina found her nipples hard and crinkled. "Either he lit your fire big time or it just got really cold around here," Jan laughed. 

"One hell of a hunk, isn't he?" Lori chimed in. "Too old for me, but one hard body, huh? And that, Ladies, is why we like to go to the beach."

They stayed at Red Beach for another hour or so, swimming occasionally, replacing the sunscreen occasionally, and with Regina checking to see if he was coming back quite regularly. He'd disappeared toward the other end of the beach, she hadn't seen whether he'd left the beach or gone in swimming somewhere, but it didn't keep her from looking -- and hoping. The girls were correct; he had been a hunk, one beautiful hard body. He'd appeared as if a Bronzed God from her dreams; walked through her life and disappeared. Despite her constant looks in the direction he'd gone, he hadn't reappeared before they left. 

"Where to?" Lori asked as she started the car. Jan had climbed into the back; Regina hadn't yet closed the passenger door.

"What do you think - another beach?" Jan asked, leaning up between the seats.

Regina shrugged, turning to look at the other two girls. She'd about had enough sun for one day. "I don't know, what are the alternatives?"

"It's a little late to run into Princeville but we could go see if we can find some guys and have some Sex on the Beach," she said without so much as a hint of a giggle. 

"What?" Regina spat out, shocked that they would mention the fantasy that had been running through her mind all afternoon. Had she given herself away? Her eyes snapped over to Jan's to see if she was serious.

Lori broke into a grin at the shocked look on Regina's face. "You could have a Margarita or Daiquiri or Pina Colada if you don't want to have a Sex on the Beach," she chimed in. Realizing she'd stepped right into her trap, Regina grinned back in response, relieved that she hadn't given herself away. 

A short discussion later, they unanimously agreed they'd had enough sand and salt for the first day and headed back to the condos and the pool bar. 

Floating in the pool sipping drinks they all agreed was the perfect ending for their afternoon. Regina realized that despite the sunscreen she had quite a bit of pink color to her skin; the other girls agreed. They found the shade of the late afternoon had already begun to slide over the edge of the pool and floating bar, keeping them out of the direct sun as they set up residence at the bar. They were actually early for the evening crowd; but as the shadows extended further, more and more people arrived at the pool. The bar became quite popular, an oleo of adults of all ages and nationalities, most showing more than a hint of sunburn. 

They were on their third drink when Joe finally returned home. He didn't actually come down to the pool but from the bar, when Regina looked up and saw their balcony door open, she knew he'd returned. When he still hadn't come down half an hour later, she went up to check on him and tell him to come join them at the pool.

"Oh my God," she said when she entered the condo and found Joe sitting naked on the couch putting sunburn lotion on his badly burned body, "You look like a lobster."

"I completely forgot sunblock," he needlessly explained. "I know better, I just got so excited I forgot."

"Oh baby," Regina soothed, taking the lotion from him she began putting it on his back and shoulders. He winced at the touch. "That's really bad." 

"I can't believe I forgot and I didn't have a shirt on all day."

"I can tell. 

She helped Joe put on burn lotion, hearing all about his fishing trip as she did. It had actually been almost disappointingly uneventful; there had been five fisherman and they only caught three fish, Joe's 15 kilo Tuna being the largest of the trip. The captain had been extremely apologetic about not finding fish, had actually kept them out an extra hour looking. 

When she suggested that Joe put his swimsuit on and join them at the pool bar, he at first argued that he didn't want to have anything touch his skin. When she pointed out his swimsuit wouldn't touch the sunburned parts and the pool bar was in the shade, he relented and said he'd try.

"Oh, Ouch!" The girls commiserated when they got back to the pool. Joe told his story once again, including his self-deprecating assessment of being stupid in forgetting the sunscreen and then taking his shirt off. They passed the afternoon getting inebriated, but it didn't help Joe. When they began to talk about dinner, Joe made it clear there was no way he was going anywhere that night. 

"No, really, I'll be fine. You just go and have a good time," he'd argued to Regina when she'd said she'd stay home with him. "There's nothing you can do for me, I was just stupid." She'd finally relented saying she'd be back after dinner, but he'd argued with her about her needing to come home, that the best thing for him right now was to be alone as he'd be up pacing most of the night anyway. 

"Eat light and party hard" is how Jan had described the plan for the night when she'd asked what they had in mind. She'd thought about what to wear, had settled on a pale blue backless dress. "Flirty, yet demure" was how the sales girl had described it when she'd tried it on, but it was the color that had sold her. Joe had been in the front room and didn't notice that she'd left her wedding ring in the drawer beside the bed.




Fantasy Island



A bistro for dinner, a bar where nothing was happening, and they were on to their second club of the night. "Now this is more like it," Jan opined as their drinks arrived. "Cheers!" she offered, followed by an "uh oh, heads up," as a couple of guys stepped up to the table to say hello. 

The first round turned out to be the only drinks they had to buy all night. A steady stream of guys buying drinks and asking all of them to dance kept them occupied. There were those that were there just for the fun; there were also those looking for something more. Regina wasn't sure what Lori and Jan were up for, but knew she wasn't into doing anything except dancing. Surprisingly she found guys asking her to dance just as much as the other two.

"I can't believe how much I've been asked to dance," Regina commented to Jan when she returned to the table. Lori had been gone for half an hour, continuously dancing with a good looking hunk that had stopped by obviously with eyes on her. Nodding at Lori's almost full drink she said "She seems to have found a friend."

Looking up, apparently looking for Lori on the dance floor, Jan instead leaned in toward Regina and said, "Are your nipples hard yet?"

"What?" Regina answered, leaning back away from Jan, shocked at the question, not quite believing what she'd heard. "What did you say?"

"Over your right shoulder," she answered a smirk on her face, "Mr. Hunk from the beach just came in."

Regina couldn't help it when her eyes widened slightly, realizing what Jan was saying. She managed to not just turn and look but a few seconds later, with a smile at Jan, she switched her glass with Lori's and slid over into the other chair so she was looking toward the bar. Jan had been correct; the man at the bar, just receiving his drink, was turning around to survey the room. His eyes hesitated momentarily at their table as they went by; she felt a warmth in the pit of her stomach but it wasn't from the alcohol.

Nicely dressed, his clothes were high end casual; this was no beach bum barely getting by in life. She realized his clothing matched her appraisal of him earlier in the day when he'd been wearing nothing but a swimsuit and beach shoes. She'd looked away from the stranger at the bar; turning to her drink, she said something to Jan. Whatever she said, it wasn't what her mind was on. Mentally she could see him walking towards them, his nicely toned golden body naked except for that Speedo that had confined a quite nice little package. But the best had been as he'd walked on by, his ass, also confined by the suit had been divine -- and she hadn't had to look away. 

"Regina! Are you listening to me?" Jan's whisper brought her out of her reverie. She realized she had said something to her.

"What?" 

"I said, 'Don't look now'," Jan said, her voice dropping away. Regina looked up at Jan, realized that her eyes weren't looking at her but rather were looking over her shoulder.

"It looks like you ladies survived the beach today." 

Turning, she found herself face to face with this unknown man, this stranger that exuded... that exuded... something, she couldn't put a word to it. Sex? Most assuredly, but it was more than that. It wasn't just sexuality, but much more. He had a presence about him that sucked her breath away. When she looked up at his face, it was all she could do to keep her composure. Up close, it wasn't that he totally resembled her fantasy lover of the last few years; it was more that he had filled in the missing blanks. In her mind, the vaguely remembered mystery man had suddenly become well defined.

"You remembered us?" she heard her voice, as if from another body, her mind screaming at his nearness.

"It's hard not to remember three beautiful women all in one spot." He smiled at her before his eyes shifted to Jan, with a nod offering her his hand. "I'm Steve." 

"I'm Jan," she answered, reaching across the table and shaking his hand. 

"I'm Regina," she said when he turned back to her. He shook her hand; she wasn't sure whether it was her imagination or whether he really didn't release it immediately. Regardless, time stood still. It seemed an eon later when he said "I'm pleased to meet you" and her insides melted.

"Would you care to join us?" She asked, indicating the empty seat. Why had her mouth run dry as she said that? Why had her pussy just clinched when she'd taken his hand?

"Just for a minute. I'm actually expecting friends, business acquaintances actually, but it doesn't look like they're here yet. I recognized you from the beach today and thought I'd introduce myself." 

They asked about his work, and it didn't take long and they were finding all about each other; how long, where from, where they were staying. They explained how Lori was dancing and that she and Jan only had three more days but Regina had the rest of the week. Steve was from Canada, worked with jewels and jewelry, came to St. Maarten at least four times a year for business, always managed to plan and stay for a week when he did. He'd already been here long enough to take care of most of his business, now he had a few days for relaxation but still had a few things work wise to do. "When you come to a place as nice as this, it's hard to come and just work -- so I always plan time off while I'm here." 

They'd been talking for maybe twenty minutes when Steve glanced toward the door. "Ladies, I hate to be rude and run off; it's been very nice meeting you, but unfortunately I am mixing business with pleasure tonight and those are my friends that just came in." Just inside near the door were two men and two women that had just entered the club. Raising his hand in greeting, he stood, indicating he was leaving. "I'll be sure and say hello next time when we see each other on the beach." 

"Oh My God, girl. If you don't get your net out and take that fish home, I'm going to," Jan piped up after he was out of earshot. "That is one prime time hunk." 

"Oh yeah, that would be good. Me bringing a guy home from the club? What would Joe think?"

"Nobody said you had to take him to your place."

"Oh stop it," Regina countered. "He was just being friendly."

"Who are you kidding? I don't think he even glanced at me except to shake my hand."

"Oh he did not," she rejected outright, and then questioning her own judgment added, "Did he?"

Unsurprisingly, long before they were ready to leave, Lori had stopped back by the table and told them not to wait; she'd get her own ride home. "I won't leave the light on," Jan answered; Lori smiled and stuck her tongue out at her friend.

Joe was feeling better the following morning, and was awake long before Regina. It was late morning when she woke up. Pulling her robe on, she walked out to the front room only to find the apartment empty, the morning sun filling the room with heat. She made herself a cup of coffee, and wandered out to the balcony which was cooler and soon spotted Joe on the far side of the pool in the shade of the opposite building. Going back in she put on her bikini and moments later joined Joe by the pool. 

"Hey baby. The waters really nice," Joe commented when she walked up. 

"In the shade I see," she commented. Not that it was unusual; since he'd been diagnosed he stayed out of the sun to stay cool.

"Yeah, after yesterday I figured I better. I was so stupid; I can't believe I forgot the sunscreen. I was under the deck; I stayed out of the direct sun but totally forgot about reflection." He shook his head mentally kicking himself. I'm really sore today. It hurt just sitting in the living room with the sun coming in so rather than pull the shades, I thought I'd come out here. Another hour and we'll be in the sun though."

"I'll be right back." Turning to the pool, Regina sat on the side, slipping in to keep from getting her hair wet. She swam out and back before climbing out to sit in the chair next to him and finish her coffee. 

By the time they headed off to the café to get breakfast, it was actually lunch time. They ate lightly; afterward going for a short walk on the beach. The hot sun rapidly ended their walk, sending them up the hill to the pool or air conditioning. When they got back to the pool, they found Jan and Lori lying on lounges in the sun, the only option with all shade having disappeared. They stopped and said hello; Regina wondered if Lori had actually made it back home before morning, but didn't ask. "What have you got planned for the day, anything?" Lori asked.

"Haven't got anything planned," Regina answered. "Maybe hang out at the pool a little..." she looked at Joe, seeking confirmation.

"Nothing planned," he also answered, "except no sun for me. After yesterday, I'm pretty well fried."

"We're going to go into Philipsburg later; you're welcome to come along."

"What's there?" Regina asked.

"It's a cute little town is all; it's where the cruise ships stop, on the other side of the island. Bars, restaurants, shopping, Jewelry stores -- that kind of thing."

Looking at Joe, he shrugged his shoulders indicating he had nothing better to do. "Sure, why not?" Regina answered. "How soon you going?"

"Not very soon; maybe in a couple of hours," Jan said. "We just got here, maybe an hour and we'll go get cleaned up and go." 

"Sounds good. I think I'll just stay down here," Regina told Joe. "You can go plan your next sunburn adventure in the air conditioning," she giggled, giving him a kiss. He laughed, taking her good natured needling as it was intended. 

~

It was actually about an hour and a half; a couple of Tequila Sunrises and Pina Coladas and several swims to cool off later when they finally decided they'd had enough sun for the day. When they finally piled into the Subaru, Regina and Lori squeezed into the back. Joe, by mutual agreement due to a decided lack of alcohol consumption compared to the girls, was the default driver. 

Phillipsburg was as advertised; quaint narrow streets filled with restaurants, bars and shops. A cruise ship at anchor, it's boatload of tourists wandered the streets looking for a deal in clothing, diamonds, and beers. When they wandered by an open air bar with a television on, Joe had to slide under the awning just enough to see what was happening. "Who's up?" He asked to a group that seemed to be paying at least some attention to the television.

"Man U and Birmingham in a friendly. Just started about 10 ago," a distinctly British accent answered. Joe watched for a few moments, glanced at the slowly wandering girls, and then back at the TV. When he looked up again, it was just in time to see the three girls stepping into the door of a store a block away. He made up his mind; he really wasn't interested in store wandering, and set off at a brisk pace. He realized as he got to the store door that he should have taken it a bit slower in the heat. Stepping into the air conditioning, he paused where the cool air could blow on him, cooling him - and his beating heart, down. 

"Hey listen, Regina. Why don't you..."

"I know," she smiled and interrupted, "you're going to be over in that bar keeping cool and watching the match." She glanced at her watch. "You did good - almost twenty minutes before you bailed on us." With a quick kiss and a pat to his butt as he turned away, she dismissed him, saying they'd come back by in a couple of hours. 

"Oh look at these, they're darling!" Jan said for about the twentieth time, looking at a set of ear rings that the clerk had handed her in the fifth or sixth jewelry store since leaving Joe. Jan, obviously the diamond and gem aficionado of the trio, had been doing most of the looking. "How much are they?"

Lori and Regina stopped to ogle the pieces with her, when a male voice behind them said "You ladies seem to be cropping up everywhere I go." Turning they found a smiling Steve. "You're not following me are you?"

"It's about time we found you," Jan retorted immediately as if she'd practiced the line, "We've been looking everywhere for you."

"Well now you've found me. You've got an excellent taste in jewelry, I might add. May I?" Taking the ear rings from her, he explained why they were better than average, explaining the intricacies of gems as he did, "for simplicity we refer to 4 c's; cut, clarity, color and carat. Technically that is how we grade diamonds, but it's a similar process for all gemstones." He had Jan put them on and examine them in a mirror.

"They're beautiful, Steve. But I'm afraid 420 Euro's is a bit beyond my price range."

"Such a shame. Beautiful women deserve beautiful jewelry. What about you?" he said handing the earrings back to the clerk and speaking to Lori and Regina, "Have you seen anything that you like?" 

"Oh, of course," Regina answered first, "but there are so many exquisite pieces, it's almost impossible to choose a favorite."

"Not for me," Lori answered, I absolutely love these Tanzanite ones over here." Stepping over to another display case she pointed down.

"Have you tried them on?" Steve asked, the clerk behind the counter moving over to the case and unlocking it. 

"Oh no, I wouldn't dare. They're so gorgeous and I'd be so tempted to buy them, but on a flight attendants wages... It's just better if I don't tempt myself."

"But I insist. You must at least try them on; something to dream about for the future," he said taking them from the clerk's hand, holding them toward Lori in his palm. Taking them she slipped her own earrings out and the new ones in. Watching her put them in, he reached over brushing her hair out of the way. "They are a perfect color for you."

"Oh my god, they're gorgeous Lori," Regina added, "They really are your color." 

"Now you know what you need," Steve said, accepting them into his hand when she handed them back. "Someday I'm sure you will have such pieces as your own." 

"Sometimes it's better not to know." Lori replied looking wistful. "Now I'll have to save my money."

"For such an item, would it not be worth it? Seldom do such things go down in value." 

"I suppose you're right." 

Turning to look directly at Regina he smiled. What is it? she thought, Every time he looks at me it's like my brain quits functioning. "You find nothing that strikes your fancy?" 

"I don't know," she answered, looking away at the display cases so she didn't have to look into his face, afraid he'd see how aroused she became just being around him. She didn't even know him, yet a burning desire inflamed her, drove her thoughts when she was around him. "There are so many beautiful things I haven't seen anything special yet..."

She looked up at him again and found him obviously appraising her. "I think... over here. Come." He touched her arm, gently steering her to yet another display case. His touch was pure fire on her arm, she wondered if he felt it as she did, but he showed no signs. "You need a colored stone, let's try those," he said pointing to some earrings in the case. "Not those, next to them, the Ruby's," he corrected the clerk. She handed them out, and he had Regina try them on. 

"What do you think?" he asked as she looked at them in the mirror.

"They're beautiful," she answered hesitantly. They definitely were, but they also definitely were not for her. She wasn't sure what it was, but there was something not right about them, but at the same time she didn't want to say anything negative about beautiful earrings she wasn't going to buy anyway.

"And?" he prodded, "you were going to say something else?" 

"I don't know," she waffled, "I don't think these are quite for me."

"Good!" he immediately answered. "Quite right. You have to recognize what doesn't work for you. Most people don't, they think that if it's pretty by itself it must be perfect. But, if you do, it makes it all the easier. Starting you with something that is definitely wrong makes it easier for you to see how right something is when you do find it." Handing the ruby earrings back to the clerk he said to the girls, "Wait a moment, I'll be right back," and headed behind the counter for the back room.

"Does he own this place?" Lori asked the clerk.

"Not exactly," she answered. "He's one of our major suppliers and there's some kind of financial interest, but I don't know the exact details."

It was several minutes before Steve returned. Opening a small case he placed two earrings into her hand. 

"Oh my god, they're beautiful!" she blurted out immediately upon seeing them, knowing instantly that these were earrings that she would like. "What are they?"

"Sapphire's," he answered as she tried them on. 

"God they're gorgeous, Regina!" Jan enthused, "they would be a perfect match for that dress you had last night.

"Ah -- you noticed!" Steve smiled. "She chose her clothes appropriately, but so many women miss on their jewels. The baubles that turn a woman into a princess are perhaps more important than the clothes she wears, but so many assume the De Beers propaganda must be true. Don't get me wrong, diamonds are nice, but just because they sparkle and are big shouldn't be the only reason to buy. These would be perfect for you, would they not?"

Regina nodded her head wistfully as she removed them and placed them in his hand. "They're so beautiful," she said, thinking about what it would take to get Joe to get them for her for their anniversary. "How much are they?" 

"I'm not exactly sure what they're going to ask for them," Steve delicately lied, "but there's a reason why they're kept in the safe in the back. The best we only bring out for those that can truly appreciate them. Perhaps someday, you too will own such pieces." 

Not likely,  she thought, I'm pretty sure you just went clear out of my price range! 

Steve glanced at his watch. "Ladies, unfortunately I have an appointment in just a few minutes, I'm going to have to leave you again. It's really been a pleasure talking with you. I'll be off tomorrow... perhaps I'll see you at the beach?"

"Probably not," Jan said, motioning between Lori and herself she continued, "We fly out again tomorrow, we have to be to the airport at noon."

"How unfortunate," he nodded, "will you be staying?" he asked, turning to Regina.

"My husband and I will be here until the weekend, but we probably won't be going to the beach anymore. I'd like to, but he's got physical problems that prevent that. He has to stay cool; he just can't take the open sun."

"Well then perhaps you'll allow me to take you to the beach?"

Surprised, Regina glanced back and forth at Lori and Janice, looking for an excuse. Finding none, other than the obvious, she said hesitantly, "I suppose... I could check with Joe and see what he's got planned."

When he asked where they were staying, he expressed surprise. "Why that's where I stay! I've got an apartment there, I have for years. I used to have a house here, but an apartment makes more sense, no more than I am here." Glancing at his watch once more, he added, "I've really got to go, I'll call you." He walked away a few steps and then stopped, turning back. "Listen, Ladies, have you got plans for dinner? After I'm done with this appointment, I'm done for the evening and if you're not busy..." 

They looked at each other, not even having to say anything. "We've got no plans, but we do have a husband down the street at the bar watching a football match who's waiting for us," Lori answered for all of them. 

Steve shrugged his shoulders, his hands held upright. "So? Not a problem, bring him along. Why don't you go to the bar when you're done, I could meet you there in say - 90 minutes?" He said, looking at his watch and making calculations. The arrangements made, once more he headed off saying, "Until later."

~

"He lied about the price on those Sapphire earrings," Jan told them as they headed back down the street towards the bar.




Fantasy Island



"Why do you say that?" 

"I could see there was a tag on the bottom, I couldn't see what it said but I could tell there were three zero's."

"How much were the Tanzanite ones?" 

"Three-ninety."

"Wow. The sapphires were more than both of yours put together?" Regina marveled at the difference.

"More than that," Jan answered. "I saw two digits in front of the zeros."

"You know, he's got a thing for you, girlie," Lori said.

"Oh he does not," Regina denied, hoping they hadn't realized the same thing about her. "Why would you say that?"

"Oh now, let's see. How about he acknowledged us, but couldn't take his eyes off you? He invited us out for a drink, but was looking at you when he said it?" Jan answered.

"He went in back and got the earrings that they only get out for special customers..." Lori chimed in.

"To say nothing about you having the hots for him. You're going to do him aren't you?" Jan teased. 

Shit, Regina thought, saying out loud, "Oh stop it, you two." The teasing from the girls was exactly how her younger sister had always interacted with her; she hadn't been this easy, had that much fun, with a couple of girls in years. She also hadn't felt the ache in her loins like this in years either.

~

"Temptations," Steve answered when asked where they were going. Regina had driving honors; Joe had been more than a little bit drunk when they got back to the bar, the other girls claimed it was there last party night so she got the honors. He'd given them instructions how to get there, but she followed as closely as she could across the narrow pot-holed roads of the island. 

Dinner was outstanding, easily an equivalent of any five star restaurant in Europe or the Americas. The food was superb, the wine equally as fantastic. Regina had a glass of wine early, a second one later, but on top of their earlier drinks the others, especially Joe, were well on the way to inebriation by the time they finished nearly three hours later.

The laughs and talk were stimulating, the biggest surprise of the evening being when Steve found out that Joe was planning a golf outing. "It's not a sport -- it's an addiction," Steve laughed, "and I'm definitely addicted." Before the conversation had changed again, Steve and Joe were planning a game for the following day. 

"I thought you were going to the beach?" Lori asked when the conversation returned to including everyone.

"You're correct, I did. Joe," he said, looking pointedly at him, "I told Regina earlier that with Lori and Janice leaving tomorrow, I'd be happy to take her to the beach -- with your approval of course. But, there are some things more important than going to the beach," he said with a smile. Looking over to Regina, he continued, "Will you forgive me if we put off going to the beach for a day?" 

"Actually that will be perfect -- that's when I signed up for an all-day fishing trip!

~

Regina went down to the pool after Joe left to meet Steve and found Lori and Jan already there. "I thought you were leaving?" she greeted them.

"In a few," Lori answered. "We've got half an hour before we need to shower and go. More important is what do you think?"

"What do you mean?" Regina asked, knowing perfectly well what they were alluding to. 

"You're going to deny something was going on between you two last night?"

"It was that obvious?" She was pretty sure that his leg had bumped hers accidently the first time, but when she didn't move hers away, neither did he. Later when he slipped his shoe off, running his stockinged foot onto her leg and foot, an old fashioned game of footsy, she'd smiled at him encouragingly just once. But that had all been after a game of golf was arranged for, she wondered what would have happened today if the timing was reversed. 

"Girl, you'd have slept in somebody else's bed last night if we hadn't been there."

"If your husband hadn't been there," Jan chimed in.

"So, are you going to?"

"I don't know. I really don't know." She said it, but if she really didn't know, why did she have a funny feeling in the pit of her belly?

"OK," Lori said, fishing into her bag.

"OK, what?" Regina questioned, puzzled by her actions. Pulling out a pad of paper, she flipped it open and began writing. 

"This is my info. You've got to tell me..."

"Tell us," Jan interrupted. 

Motioning to Jan in agreement, she changed her wording, "tell us, what happens. We got you this far, now you're on your own." Pulling the page out of the notepad she handed it to Regina. 

Regina looked at the sheet of notepad in her hands and sucked her lower lip between her teeth. "I don't know if I can."

Jan reached over and patted her knee. "Either way, you've got to tell us what happens."

~

Regina stayed by the pool after they'd left. She took a dip to cool off, thought about getting a drink at the bar but it hadn't opened yet. Her thoughts were on Steve and the unquenchable attraction that she had to him. Sitting next to him last night, she'd been able to smell his odor; a hint of cologne, but underneath the masking perfume he smelled... manly, she decided. Drifting to her fantasy, swimming naked, her hand in her fantasy lovers, she looked over through swimming mask -- to Steve. No longer a faceless fantasy she admitted to herself. 

Rolling onto her stomach she opened her book, trying to read. Reaching back she unhooked her bra strap so she could minimize her tan lines, mindful that most had not been topless around the pool. Looking around, she realized that virtually everyone had disappeared from around the pool now that the shade of the early morning had been banished by the almost mid-day sun. Moments later, when an idea popped into her mind, she glanced around once again finding no one in sight. Sitting up, she reversed her bra, hooked the snaps and flipped it around again putting her arms and breasts in place. Gathering her bag and book, she headed for the elevator.

The balcony to their room was in the sun, and although the white tile floor was warm, it wasn't too hot. Spreading her towel onto the tile, she lay down on it, looking around. Nothing was visible, neither another building nor balcony. Sitting up, she took off her bra and then slipped her panties off. Taking the lotion she completely covered her naked body with it, especially her white bits, before lying back down. She wanted to tan, not become a lobster. She sighed, relishing the sensuality of the sun on her nude body.

She had started reading the same page at least 6 times if not more. She knew the first sentence by heart, but still couldn't tell what happened in the first paragraph, let alone the page. Somehow every time, right after that first line, her mind kept getting lost in fantasy land. She was swimming naked, hand in hand with her lover; they were lying naked in the sand as the wavelets of their secluded beach lapped around them, their mouths devouring each other; or, she was impaled on his hardness, her legs wrapped around him as he rode her to ecstasy, standing with her back against a wall. The more she tried to ignore it, the more the tingle between her legs increased. Feeling that her back was too hot, she rolled over face up, stretched and allowed her hands to slither down her body. Imagining it was his hands caressing her body she closed her eyes and gave into her wanton desires.

Her nipples were already hard to her touch, both hands finding one each. She cupped her breasts, There is no way they're as nice as Jan or Lori,  she thought, why would he like me more?  She quietly moaned; the tingle in her loins intensifying as she fondled herself; she crushed her thighs together wiggling her legs to increase the stimulation. She released her nipple with her right hand, sliding her hand over her firm belly to her pubic hair. She kept herself neatly trimmed, but her hand didn't stay to examine her hair. She moaned again when her finger touched her love button, spasms shooting through her body as she gently stroked it before moving on. She knew just how to touch herself, to take herself over the top fast, or to extend her pleasure, gradually building to an explosive orgasm. This time she wanted it slowly, she wanted to imagine her lover's hands exquisitely, deliciously, touching her inside and out. 

She was surprised, not that she was wet -- she'd known that, but at just how wet she had become. She could hardly tell when she slipped a finger inside herself; the feeling made better a second later when she added a second. Pushing against all her wonder spots, except her clit which would do the job too quickly, her hands searched out pleasure point after pleasure point. She worked her labia, rubbed against her pubic bone, all the while keeping her fingers inside, always working herself toward her impending orgasm. "Slowly," she encouraged herself out loud when she found her fingers reaching for her clit, "make it last." She didn't even hear her own moans anymore; her mind, concentrating on the slowly increasing tension between her legs, had cut off all other sensual inputs. 

Regina increased her self-tension slower than she ever had before. On the verge of orgasm, she eased off the internal stimulation until the edge was gone before resuming her stroking. Onto the edge a second time and back, and then a third time before she realized she'd gone too far, her orgasm had begun. She increased the finger pressure internally, finally allowing the fingers of her other hand to find her clitoris, her back arching against her fingers as her orgasm exploded throughout her body. She heard a voice saying, "Oh God, Steve, I want you," but it was quite some time later, after she'd begun to ease down from what had turned out to be a mind blowing, jaw clinching, back arching orgasm, before she realized it was her own.

As the beating of her heart slowed, she gradually became aware that she had gotten too hot lying in the sun and needed to cool off. Sitting up enough to where she could look through the glass end panel of the balcony, she could see just a lone woman sitting in a lounge by the pool but nobody else was visible. Grabbing her bikini, Regina stood and walked naked into her apartment, knowing that if there was someone that she hadn't seen, they would only see her for a flash at the most. What would Joe think if he was here now?  she thought, knowing full well that his cock would be rising to the occasion. She looked at the suit in her hands, momentarily thinking about putting her suit on and going back down for a swim. But that would mean putting something on and right now she was relishing her nakedness. Instead she stepped in and rinsed off in the cool water of the shower. 

She didn't bother to get dressed, just dried off with a towel and walked naked to the kitchen to make herself a glass of iced tea. I'm alone, and will be for hours, why should I need to put clothes on?  Walking back into the front room, she set her glass down and looked for her book, realizing as she did that she'd left it on the balcony with the towel. Stepping toward the open end of the room until she could see out, nothing appeared to have changed so she stepped outside onto the balcony, bent and picked up her book and towel and stepped back into the room. She giggled to herself at her naughtiness, being naked where anyone could have seen her. 

Regina actually read a chapter or two this time before her mind began to wander. Curled up, her legs underneath her on the couch, she didn't even realize when her hands idly began stroking her flesh. She scratched an itch in her pubic hair; then let her fingers drift lower, feeling the pleasurable sensation of her hand on her genitals. Again she tried to return to her reading, but as she continued to fondle herself, the sensations made her pay less and less attention to the book and more and more to her fingers, until turning to look at herself, she spread her lips, sliding her finger down until it rubbed gently against her clit.

Flipping her book over, she alternately watched herself and just closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations as she stroked on and around her clitoris. Concentrating on that little bundle of nerves with her right hand, she ran her fingers around and over, barely touching it. She didn't even try to put her fingers into herself, except momentarily to spread some of her moisture to her clit. With her left hand she circled and pinched her nipples, at the same time increasing the pressure on her clit with her right, pushing with just the prefect touch to make herself orgasm as easily as possible. Closing her eyes, more juices to increase the slipperiness, this time she imagined it was his tongue creating the blissful feeling between her legs. 

She left her hand on her pussy after she came, rubbing and easing herself down from her peak as slowly as she'd taken herself up. Relaxed, she slid down on the couch to get more comfortable, putting her head onto the pillow for "just a second," and fell asleep.

~

"What time in the morning do you want to head out?" Steve asked, about to leave again after dropping Joe off. He'd come up just to make arrangement with her; he had some afternoon and evening meetings so he wouldn't see her before the following day. She'd woken after perhaps a two hour nap and put on a sun dress, reading several more chapters in her book before they'd gotten back, so she'd been perfectly decent. Too bad you didn't get here while I was sleeping,  she thought to herself, unable to keep a smile from her lips. 

"What time are you going out?" she asked, turning to Joe. 

"The boat leaves at 6, but it's only a few minutes. I'll probably get a cab at 5:30."

"Ouch! That's way too early. Don't wake me up on your way out." 

She shrugged her shoulders, looking at Steve, "How early do you want to leave?"

"Eight, or is that too early?" he suggested.

She pretended that she was shocked, as if that also was too early, but then relented with a grin. "Eight is perfect."

~

"Are you up for Orient beach?" Steve asked, "It's the beach I go to the most."

"Not Red Beach?" Regina replied, knowing that's where she'd seen him, assuming they'd probably go there.

"I like Red, I'll go there sometimes. It's a bit closer, but I like Orient Beach... for the atmosphere." It was only a short pause, not much more than a stutter; she thought nothing of his glance to see her reaction.

"I know what you mean," she answered with a smile. "I haven't been there yet, but I'm game for anything." She had no idea what she had just said.

The ride to the beach didn't seem to take any time at all; telling each other about themselves, just getting to know each other better. It seemed strange, alone with Steve in the car going to the beach. A stranger that she'd met just days before and they had actually only been together for mere hours and never alone. That there was an electric attraction between them could not be denied. He had touched her arm, steering her down the stairs to his car and despite the gentleness of his fingers she'd been intimately aware of his touch, the uncontrolled increase in her heart rate. She'd seen his eyes survey her body, wondering how she looked in his eyes. I wonder if he'll have that same swimsuit?  She again saw in her mind's eye his tight ass walking away from her on the beach, the bulge from the front that had caught her eye as he walked toward them, a tingle running through her pussy when she did. The sudden thought of that first meeting, him walking by all three girls, topless, entered her mind, her stomach tightening. Being with the girls was one thing -- am I willing to go topless on this beach if everyone else is?  She knew her nipples crinkled to the thought -- at least she had her swimsuit top on under her shirt.

"Here we are, the world famous Orient Beach," he said as they pulled into the dirt parking lot. There were probably 20 cars parked in a haphazard manner, certainly more than she'd seen at any other beach yet. "The Orient Beach resort is down that way," he said pointing down the shoreline, "but this is the area where most day users start." 

Unlike the other beaches on the opposite side of the island the water was actually visible from the car. Steve opened the trunk of the car, handing her the bag she'd brought and pulling his own out for himself. Walking towards the beach, what caught her eye more than the beach itself was a boat just off shore with a parachute behind, a body hanging below it. "Is that parasailing?" Regina asked, pointing at the brightly colored parachute.

"Absolutely. It's great fun, have you ever been?"

"No, I've seen it on television shows, but never in person."

"Really?" he asked glancing sideways at her, "are you game to try?"

She bit her lower lip, her eyes widened in excitement. "We can do that?"

"If you would like. My treat. I know the owner; he'll give you a really nice ride." 

Glancing around, despite the seemingly large amount of cars in the parking lot, there was virtually no one to be seen. Far down the beach to the right she could see two different couples lying out, another couple of people in the water. Off to the left was a beachside café with several patrons visible; still further down the shoreline she could see a couple walking toward them. Steve stopped, indicated they might as well stop right where they were, so she dropped her bag in agreement. Fascinated by the parasailing, she slipped her shoes off and started walking barefoot toward the water. Finding the sand too hot on her feet to walk slowly, she trotted rapidly forward to the water to cool them and watch the show. 

The boat seemed to be barely moving, the person dangling below the parachute dropping closer and closer to the water. Just as his feet touched the water, she heard and saw the boat accelerate, rocketing the parachutist upward. Slowing again, the parachutist gradually sank to the water line. This time the boat accelerated early, bobbing him upward before he touched the water, but slowed immediately. Teasingly close, they didn't let him touch the water, bobbing him up and down like a yo-yo before letting his feet drag in the water once more. Hearing a shout of "higher" drift to her across the water she watched as the boat lazily drifted forward, the parachute barely moving, and she realized that somehow they were lengthening the rope between them. Once the rope reached its full length, the parachute started going up quite rapidly until he seemed to be directly above the boat. 

She watched as the boat started slowly heading toward shore and a conglomeration of other boats perhaps fifty meters beyond the beach café. Realizing the ride must be over, she looked where it was heading and spotted two Jet Ski's just heading out, the noise from their motors reaching her just as she looked. She started to turn back to Steve, but stopped and did a double take as for the first time she looked directly at the couple walking toward them on the beach. 

The man and woman were walking hand in hand. The man had on a ball cap; it was the only piece of clothing visible between the two of them. They were probably in their 60's or more and as she watched they stopped walking, the man taking his hat off. He was totally bald beneath the cap, but reaching into it he pulled a brightly colored piece of cloth out and handed it to the woman followed by a green piece of cloth that he held while he put the cap back on his head. Flicking the cloth opened, Regina realized it was a swimsuit which he proceeded to step into. The woman also opened what she'd been handed, apparently nothing more than a large brightly colored piece of cloth, and wrapped it around her waist so it appeared to be a skirt. Turning toward the café, she watched them both walk in and sit down.




Fantasy Island



(By Author previously known as Wintermyst4) 

We are on an island. A person can rent it for a week. Just the two of us. It is night, the night sky is clear, you can see stars for miles. A warm breeze is blowing. We have spent the day swimming and just talking, getting to know each other , laughing and enjoying each others company.

I smile at you then look at the sky. 

I look into your eyes and tell you to go get that blow up mattress we brought along. You smile because you know something exciting is going to follow.

You bring the mattress to me after you made sure it had enough air in it and lay it down between some palm trees. I kiss you for knowing exactly where I wanted it. I have you lay down on your back. I slowly unbutton your shirt, kissing your chest and taking a nipple in my mouth and sucking on it, swirling my tongue around it, move to the next one and do the same as I pull your shirt off. I blow on it and watch it get hard before the warm breeze caresses it and smooths it out.

As I start to remove your pants, pulling them over your hips, I kiss your stomach, making a line down past your navel, you can feel my warm breath on it, your body shivers with anticipation. As I continue pulling your pants down, I kiss your groin, you feel my lips getting closer to your now hardening cock, wanting to feel my hot moist mouth around it. I slowly move my mouth to your cock, licking it from the base up, flicking my tongue all the way up, under the tip before I lick the top, swirling my tongue around before I suck hard and you feel your cock hit the back of my throat.

You suck in your breath and I smile at you again, loving the fact I can make your body react to what I am doing to you. I finish pulling off your pants and underwear. I walk over and grab the rope, I measured it earlier and I know exactly which trees to tie it to. I tie the rope to your wrist, kissing it, up your arm and run my tongue over your arm pit. 

I get up and tie the other end to a tree. I do the same to your other arm, as your eyes follow my every move.

I grab the other two pieces of rope I have left, but first I suck and lick on your ear, down your neck before I kiss your lips, wanting you to know how very much it means that you are submitting yourself and putting your total trust in me.

I spread your legs and tie each of your ankles with the two pieces of rope, taking the other ends and tying them to the trees I picked out earlier in the day. 

I know that you know you are totally at my mercy, it makes my heart race.

I straddle your hips, and with my eyes looking into yours, I slowly remove my clothes. Taking my time with each piece of clothing. I arch my back and put a finger in my mouth as I caress my nipples with it, watching them get hard as I run my finger over and over them, pinching them then letting the warm wind blow over them. 

I suck on my finger again and move it to my pussy, finding my clit I run my finger around it , I moan softly and close my eyes as my desire heightens.

I then put it in my pussy, feeling the sweet juices of desire forming, needing more but knowing I won't have it right away. I put my finger in your mouth where you can taste my essence, you slowly suck it off , wanting to taste more but I won't give you any access to me, yet.

I move down to your feet. I put your big toe in my mouth, sucking on it, running my tongue between them, sucking each toe slowly before 

I go to your other foot and do the exact same thing. I grab the oil and slowly rub it over and between your toes, moving my thumbs in a circular motion as I slowly work up your legs. I stop at each knee and kiss behind them, running my tongue over them before starting my journey up.

I run my tongue in the crack of your ass on my way to your cock, I don't stop there but continue my journey. I grab more oil and rub it over your hard throbbing cock, running my finger over the tip, rubbing the oil in, under it and down the entire shaft. I rub it into the sides before I take my tongue and slowly lick your nuts, you feel my warm breath behind them as I move my tongue under them, coming oh so close to your ass but not going quite that far.

I suck hard as I swallow your cock all the way down the back of my throat, moving my head up and down, I feel it getting harder as I keep sucking and play with your nipples at the same time. Pinching them and running my fingers over them. You moan as I continue to make love to your cock with my mouth, and I decide to rest a minute. I move away from you and take a drink of water, offering you a drink from a straw. 

I run my hand over your chest and my fingernails gently up your neck for a few minutes before I grab a piece of ice and slowly run it over your nipples before I cover them with my hot moist mouth. I kiss all the way to your neck, sucking on it and nipping it. I move to your lips, run my tongue around them, gently sucking your bottom lip into my mouth before I kiss you sucking on your tongue. I run my mouth over your ears, running my tongue over them , nibbling on the lobes. 

I have left just enough play in the ropes to where you can turn over without me having to untie you. 

I have you turn onto your stomach. I grab the oil and rub it in my hands before I rub it onto your back, gently moving my thumbs in a circular motion, feeling the tension in your muscles. As I move them over your back I kiss the back of your neck, working my mouth down and kissing the places my hands have left. I move my hands down from your shoulders, caressing your back, your sides, down your lower back as you feel my mouth taking their place. As I get to your lower back, I lick down your crack before I pull your cheeks apart and swirl my tongue around your ass, gently sucking on it before I stick my tongue in it, pushing it in as far as I can, moving it in and out. I reach for my string of peanut m&m's, and lick your ass as I slowly push them in one at a time.

After making sure of the snug fit, I move my lips down the back of your legs, your knees, arriving at your feet, sucking on your toes, slowly moving my tongue in between them, paying attention to each toe, loving them with my tongue. 

After making sure your feet were taken care of, I move my mouth up, again stopping to kiss behind your knees. As I get to your ass, I slowly tug on the string of candy, my tongue swirling around it as I slowly pull each piece of candy out, eating each one before pulling out the next. When all of the candy is gone I again use my tongue, putting it deep inside, swirling it around and moving it in and out. I hear you moan, feeling your body tense.

I stop what I am doing and have you turn around again. I take a drink of water and give you some too. I untie you and move the mattress against a tree. I have you put your arms to your sides and tie the rope around your chest so you can't move them then tie the end of the rope to a tree so you are sitting up watching me.

I kneel down and take a sip of hot coffee before putting your cock in it and swirling the coffee around before swallowing. I use my mouth on your cock, my tongue caressing it.

I stand up in front of you, my own body quivering with need . I stick my finger in your mouth, feeling it suck slowly on my finger. I tweak my nipples watching them grow hard, I kneel close to you. I put my nipple in your mouth, you suck it and swirl your tongue around it as my eyelids close half way from the passion coursing through my body. I move away and use the finger you just sucked on to journey to my hot wet pussy. I find my clit and arch my back as I flick and rub my clit,my body starting to shake as I get close to cumming. I stick one finger in my pussy, moving it like you would your cock as I use my thumb to keep rubbing my clit. I stick another finger in needing to feel some kind of release. 

Soon my body stiffens as I feel the warmth flowing from my body, my juices flowing down my legs. I take my fingers and put them in your mouth, letting you lick them clean. When you are done, I put your hard throbbing cock in my mouth, moving it faster and faster, your balls tightening as I feel it quiver in my mouth. Your breathing becomes ragged, your heart is beating faster, sweat is forming on your brow. I kneel over your cock and slowly lower my hot moist pussy over it. You feel me taking you in and when I get to the end I move my hips loving the feel of you in me. I kiss your lips, sucking gently on your tongue before turning it loose and kissing you passionately. 

I move my hips faster as I suck on your neck, you moan as you feel my pussy lips tighten wanting to feel your hot cum filling it. I feel your body jerk as you cum hard, filling me, my tight pussy clenching with each spasm. I bury my face in your neck, catching my breath. I put my hand on your chest, feeling the race of your heart. I untie you and we both just lay there, my head on your chest, listening to the beat of your heart, feeling your arms around me. I sigh. As I close my eyes I am thinking of the next time. The next time you can choose what you want to do, as I fall asleep.