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Island Love Ch. 02

By: Jamie_in_dresses



What Might Have Been

He turns towards the shower, leaving me kneeling, tasting the salty remains of his cum in my mouth. "Come and wash the sand off."

I have just sucked my first cock, willingly, enjoyed it even. I'm in a motel suite with a man I met just a few hours ago, a man almost twice my age. This man, who has just knocked my world off its very heterosexual axis, obviously wants more. And I know myself. I know that what people want I tend to give. So I'm nervous of what I might willingly do for this man.

I stand up, looking nervously towards the shower. I pick up my towel. Am I afraid of him? Or of the things I find myself doing with him, or of the feelings inside me that he is opening up? I head back into the bedroom, pick up my speedos and head for the door. I have made up my mind, I am leaving.

He is standing there, towel around his waist, strong bare chest and strong lean body, standing in the kitchenette making drinks. He is between me and the door with a smile on his face. "You leaving so soon?" 

I nod, too nervous to say anything. 

"Didn't your Mother teach you it's rude to leave without saying goodbye?" 

I blush furiously, my hot red face giving me away. 

He reads me easily, the shy straight boy trying to avoid confronting his bi side. "Shame not to rinse the sand off and clean up before you leave" he says, reaching out with his hand, stroking my cheek. His thumb rubs across my lips. 

I start to stammer some sort of excuse but as my mouth parts to speak he shushes me and my mouth accepts his thumb, his dark eyes looking down into mine. "It's going to be a lonely afternoon without you, and it was looking so promising." 

I whimper on his thumb as he pulls me closer to him, his hand around my back stroking my back then down and caressing and cupping my buttocks.

"I tell you what, go and have a shower, get cleaned up, we'll have lunch then I'll drive you back to the beach, the hostel, or anywhere else you want to go on this island. You can leave anytime you want, but you have to say goodbye properly." His voice becomes firmer, admonishing my attempt at a cowardly exit, his thumb slowly fucking in and out of my lips.

He leans down and kisses me, removing his thumb. His lips met mine, his tongue tracing them then slipping into my wanton mouth. My tongue dancing around his, my body reacts to his touch, snuggling closer to him, encouraged by his hands on my back and ass, my resistance melting away. My head pounding with confusion, why was I standing here kissing this guy when I had made up my mind to leave? 

"You know you want to," he says grinning. 

I look down ashamed, unable to look into his eyes. He lifts my face with his hand "It's only you and me. It's our own private little world in here. You haven't done anything wrong; you don't need to run away, we just had a bit of fun, relieved a bit of pressure. Nothing will happen that you don't want, relax."

I nod. He kisses me lightly on the lips and, with his hand on my ass, nods towards the shower and turns me around, sending me on my way with a gentle push.

"Damn, you have the cutest body," he says to my naked back as I head for the shower, my towel and speedos now somehow in his hands not mine. A thrill spreads through me, his compliment not lost.

"Here, take this with you, cutestuff." He hands me a drink. I take a sip, rum and coke, it tastes sweet and cool and refreshing I take another. "Damn, you even drink sexy! Go and have a shower before you turn me on again." 

I blush and turn for the shower hearing him groan "that ass, that ass, that ass!"

I slip into the bathroom and down the drink in one. The shower is already running, steam rising as I step inside. I find soap and shampoo and start to wash, rinsing off the sand and sea salt from the beach and the oil from his massage. I can see him through the frosted glass of the shower, moving around the suite. He stops and watches me, a drink in his hand. He moves towards the shower and my heart skips a beat as I see his towel drop to the floor and he opens the door. Stepping in he lifts the glass to my lips. I take a sip, the mixed rum and coke tasting wonderful, reminding me how thirsty I had become out in the sun. He puts the glass on a high little shelf and takes the soap from me. "Some places are just hard to reach," he says, his arms wrapping around me and starting to soap my back. 

His mouth drops to mine once again and once again my lips part for him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His hands roam all over me soaping me up. "Put your arms around my neck," he tells me. And I do it, thrilling at the feeling of wrapping myself into this tall handsome guy. He breaks the kiss as he murmurs how hot I looked in the shower, how he couldn't help joining me. His hands are moving in a perpetual gentle motion. They glide over my ass cupping my buttocks. 

He tells me how he loves my little bubble butt. He slides his fingers into my crack, his soapy fingers teasing my puckered little hole, tempting me. He tells me how much he loves touching me. His soapy finger returns to the spot and my ass moves almost involuntarily back to receive him. He pushes gently and eases his finger inside me. I moan into his neck, surprised at how gentle it feels, an invasion and yet no pain. Eased by the slippery soap his finger glides in and out of me, never coming all the way out.

When it does finally leave me, I feel empty. My hips sway following his touch, teased by the fingers that come close but don't enter until chuckling he slips another finger into me. I moan into his chest and push back onto the invading digit.

"You like this" he tells me, looking down right into me, recognising the need in me.

"Yes," I answer almost voicelessly, lost in the thrill of dancing on his fingers. 

"Hot little bitch," He kisses me again, his tongue now strong and thrusting, giving me no opportunity to respond to his comment.

His free hand snakes between us cupping my balls, soaping and arousing my half hard cock, gently he brings me to a full erection then his hands and mouth leave me.

"Turn your gorgeous little horny self around; I want a good look at that sexy bubble butt." 

I turn and self consciously present my ass to him, leaning up against the shower wall as he groans his appreciation into my ear and runs his hand down my back and onto my butt. My ass is again pushing back wantonly onto the fingers that tease their way into my hole. My mind, warmed by the rum, releasing the last vestiges of control it had been trying to exert over my sorely tempted body. He tells me how tight I feel to him as he plays with my ass and sucks and nibbles at my neck. 

The water washes me clean as he kisses his way down my back then onto my butt. Kissing, sucking, gently biting and licking his way over my body, thrills shooting through me. His mouth centers across my ass and unbelievably his tongue snakes across my asshole. My mind in a whirl as it too enters me, swirling around making me giddy with the surprise of yet another newfound pleasure. The light buzz of alcohol freeing me from my inhibitions to centre on the pleasure he is giving me. His tongue laps at me and fucks into me with surprising strength, one hand pulling my thigh back onto him, the other gently caressing my balls and cock. I moan as I push back onto him and he chuckles as he steps away from me, handing me the soap. 

"Now for me," he says, handing me the soap. "All over," he adds with obvious strength and meaning. I start to soap his chest, my hands thrilling at their newfound willingness, roaming over him nervously. 

"Take your time and enjoy yourself," he says lifting the drink to his lips then to mine before casually reaching up to the showerhead. 

I roam all over his body with my hands, touching a man for the first time. Casually he directs me, his calm relaxed voice soothing me as he reclines against the shower wall enjoying my nervous first attempts at cleaning the sea and sand from him. His cock hard and proud again as my soapy hands focus in on it. He chuckles as I took him in both hands. "Look what you do to me. Take your time now, no need to rush. You like the feel of my big hard cock don't you?"

"Yes," I answer, never taking my eyes off it.

"Good, good, good," he groans. My soapy hands slide over and over his big cock, the big head soft and red the long thick shaft strong and hard. Again and again as I wash his back and legs and feet my hands snake back to his cock. I wash his buttocks, nervously between them, his knowing eyes on me all the time, relieved that he didn't want the intimate washing he had given me. I center again on his cock, I can't resist it and I can't resist the groans of pleasure and chuckles of light mockery as I grasp it and marvel at it. Finally he takes the soap from my hands and rinses off before turning off the water.

He pulls me out and pads me down with a towel, quickly drying himself as he kisses me and lowers me back onto the bed. His hands are again roaming over me, on my arms, my chest, rubbing and pulling at my nipples, stroking my hips and ass. His fingers find my hole again, this time helped with the baby oil. He kisses me lying on our sides facing each other, his oily finger slipping into me. He rolls me onto my back; kneeling between my legs, he eases one then two fingers into me. The feeling is amazing, the pain I expected has not materialized, instead I feel stretched and wonderfully centered on the friction his movements are making. 

Looking down into my eyes, he watches me revel in the feelings, watching my inner struggle with the newfound desire. He fucks me with two fingers, then one finger from each hand, and then I feel another slip inside me. All the time he is murmuring to me, telling me how much he loves my body, telling me how hot I look, telling me how slutty I am lying there letting him fuck me with his fingers.

"You never imagined it feeling like this, did you? You like this don't you, slut?" he asks as my hips rise to accept the thrusting of his fingers as his other hand slips teasingly over my cock.

"Yes," I moan

'You want more, don't you!" 

"Yes."

"It feels good, doesn't it, these fingers deep inside you," He slips three fingers as deep as they will go.

"Yes, yes it does." 

And it does, it feels wild, I'm stretched but it isn't painful, there is pleasure there. Pleasure I never imagined.

"What feels good?"

"It all feels good; everything you do to me feels good."

"I could do anything I want to my little slut. Couldn't I?"

"Yes."

"Anything?"

"Uh,huh."

"You know what I want, don't you?" His fingers are sliding teasingly into me, his other hand gently caressing the head of my cock, everything slick with the babyoil.

"Uh,huh."

"Do you want my cock inside you?" Now his fingers are stroking between my legs teasing the entrance to my empty hole

I moan a thin "Yes."

"Are you sure?" I feel the head of his cock stroking down the groove of my ass.

A whisper "Yes," then a moan of pleasure as the big head starts to slip into me. 

It feels no bigger than the three fingers he had inside me but it starts to stretch me, inside. Inside there is another doorway and this one is resisting, but only a little, more of tightness than a restriction. Gently he nudges at me, gently he coaxes me and slowly I feel myself open to him. His cock is hard like an iron bar, there is nowhere to hide from its slow nudging invasion as he rocks his hips back and forth. He looks directly into my eyes as he takes me, the knowledge of what he is doing to me full in his eyes. 

His cock is easing in through all the slippery tightness, my legs spread wide across his chest, he coaxes himself deeper and deeper. I feel something else; I feel his cock stroking something deeper inside me, some nerve bundle that is thrilling to the stimulation. As my mind focuses in on this new amazing feeling, all discomfort is forgotten. All that exists is the sensation of his shaft stirring up the inside of this nerve bundle.

His rocking stops and he leans forward. "Put your arms around my neck." My hands roam his strong back, my fingers feeling the heat of his tight shoulder muscles.

I'm bent double as his lips meet mine and his tongue thrusts into me. I moan into his mouth as his hips rock forward pushing even deeper into me. There is nowhere to go, the sensation is huge, all enveloping. The feel of him inside me and over me and all around me is so intense. He rests there kissing me, his cock huge inside me.

"Oh damn, this is so good, you are so fucking cute. Your ass is so silky it's like a pussy." 

He kisses me, his tongue playing games with me as we lay motionless. Then, slowly he begins to rock his hips. The motion is so small to start with that it feels good, again I moan onto his mouth. 

He starts to take longer strokes. His thick cock slipping within my tight confines, pulling moans and whimpers of sensation from me. I feel stretched completely but amazingly my body wants it, craves it to continue. The whole sensation is overwhelming, I begin to moan uncontrollably, his cock is the centre of my world and every movement brings new sensation and the most fantastic deep pleasure I can imagine. 

He drives into me with longer and longer strokes, pulling out almost all of the way before gliding back into my depths. I am completely lost; every slow slick movement of his wonderful cock sends thrills through me. Every breathy withdrawal makes me whimper and every thrust makes me moan. 

He increases his tempo, pinning my arms under his strong hands he rides me with powerful thrusts, the faster strokes making me gasp for breath. His fucking becomes an animal rutting, his control abandoned to raw lust as he pounds into me. I am loving it. It is amazing. I am completely lost in the centre of his lust, my ass afire with the heat of his pounding, the assault on my senses entirely uncontrollable. He looks at me with glazed eyes groaning "fuck, fuck, fuck, oh I love your ass, I love your tight little ass, I love your tight little pussy." 

Slowly he gathers control of himself. He slows his thrusting. He focuses again and looking into my eyes says: "You are such a great fuck, and you love it don't you?"

"Yes," I gasp. "Yes, I love it."

He leans back and changes the angle of his cock inside me. It hits the nerve bundle inside, sending delicious sensations all through me. He rides in and out gently sawing his cock along the length of that sweet spot, grinning at my reaction and my eyes that struggle to keep their focus. 

He says "..and it only gets better, bet you're glad you didn't leave now, babe!"

"Yes, Yess!" I moan

"You're having fun being my little slut now, aren't you?"

"Ohhh, Yess!" I reply, partly in answer and partly in reaction to his cock gently finding that sweet spot inside. He rocks on his heels, nudging it, stroking it with the length of his iron hard cock.

"You're not going to try to run off anymore, are you babe?"

"No" I whimper, on the brink of orgasm.

"This is where you belong now, isn't it? You're mine now."

"Yes, I'm yours."

"Good..... Very good, babe. You won't regret it." 

He rides me with long hard strokes, each one pushing me higher in a long strung out ecstasy beyond anything I have ever imagined. I feel like I am coming but stay so close to it for so long I begin to think I will pass out. His cock is riding the sweet spot inside me, sending pleasure all through me. He rubs the palm of his oily hand across my cock. The slick strong stroke sending me crashing over the edge as his big hard shaft claims me as his. That one stroke and then he grips my cock tight as I spurt. I cum in a haze of pleasure, bucking wildly under him as he fucks me hard and deep. I'm cumming and cumming in a blur of pleasure that exceeds anything I have ever experienced. 

He rides me hard all through my orgasm and begins to cum deep and jerky inside me, hammering long hard deep strokes that shake me to the core. My own orgasm subsiding, he erupts in a cry of joy, grabbing my hips and slamming over and over into my willing hole. His cock seems even bigger as he floods me with spurt after spurt of cum deep inside.

"All mine, now, you're all mine now," he coos as he settles down, his strong arms and legs around me, his fingers gently swirling in the pool of my cum on my stomach. I wallow in the afterglow, my body still reeling with the pleasure he has given me. My mind whirrs on, happy to relax with this wonderful man but still trying to process the extent to which my life has just changed.

Island Love Again



Its funny when you are lecturing, you see some people catch your eye and not others. I was giving a lecture on the relationship between Ireland and Scotland and I noticed this girl. There wasn't very much to note about her. She was a brunette, pleasant enough face, medium height, and by what I saw, under her blue and white check shirt, she had a magnificent set of tits. She certainly was engrossed by what I was saying, or was it just me?

I think that I'd talked to the girl before, she was part of a National Trust Scotland work party, which was doing something on the old tower which was not that far from the centre. As a concession we allowed the people from the National Trust of Scotland to come into the evening lectures, and I was the one who was giving the first one of them this week. It was basically background. What I said doesn't matter. In the light of the research of the past 30 years I'm not sure that it was even true, but it was a hell of a good lecture. I watched the girl looking at me with cow eyes. After the lecture I said something meaningless to her and went off to a party.

The next night was a dance, and I had a feeling that she put her self in my way. Any way we ended up dancing to Carolina Moon, and I saw her home, as the National Trust work party were under a curfew! Ah the 1960s where officialdom hadn't worked things out.

Of course I got a kiss and a squeeze, but nothing was happening as she raced to get back to the hostel before they closed it up. Funny that in those days no one thought of staying out all night! (Mind you that reminds me of another story, but I wasn't the man involved). What I did organise was that I would meet up with her the next evening, as she had decided that the next lecture was not of interest to her. 

So we met up outside the NTS hostel, and while the rest of her colleagues went off to hear my colleague develop my theme, after all I was only a student setting the scene, and they were lecturers with the latest research -- which may well be wrong. She was called Elisabeth. She stood there in tight jeans, her blue and white gingham blouse with the top two buttons open so that her cleavage was on display. I wore my black oilskin, even though there was no real prospect of rain, a pair of jeans and a denim shirt. We kissed gently and I took her hand and led her down the coast road, and then through a gate onto the track which lead to the shore. I took her over the rocks to a small cleft which was below the Spring tide mark, which had been under the sun all day, and was warm, and if you hit the sand hard you heard it singing back to you.

When we got down onto the sand we took off our shoes and socks. I took off my oilskin which provided a superb groundsheet. We lay down and kissed. Of course as we had walked along we had an odd peck on the cheek, but here a deep loving kiss where we were professing that something was happening. We lay there in each other's arms and I slipped my hand up the back of her blouse and began to play with the strap of her bra I wasn't expecting any rejection. A woman doesn't choose to come to a remote part of a remote Island with a man and not know what is likely to happen. We kissed gently and she pulled the tail of my shirt out of my trousers and pushing her hand down below my belt until she was messaging the top of my crack. I unhooked the strap of her bra, and brought my hand round to the front and pushed it under the wiring at the bottom of her cup and gently reached up and caressed her breast, feeling her quite large, erect nipple and her soft breast. 

Elizabeth rolled onto her back obviously to give me a better access to her front. I took my hand off her tits and transferred it to the outside and undid her buttons. She reached over and grasped my denim shirt (remember them?) and pulled and the poppers all popped. It was amazing how quickly she let me take off her shirt and bra, and I had a magnificent pair to tits to play with. I took off my shirt, and we lay there skin on skin.

So I played with her tits. I licked them, and I sucked them. I set a row of kisses from her tits to her naval, she kissed back. Then she reached down and began to play with my budge, sat up cross-legged and reached down and undid my belt. With care she pulled my zipper down and peeled my jeans back so that she could see my prick straining against my underpants. In those days I was well hung, and my erect prick just peeped out the top of my y-fronts. 

Well I though that it would be churlish to be dressed when she was not, so I kissed her gently pushed her down on the sand, opened the waistband of her jeans, and pulled down the zip. I knelt, and pulled her jeans off her. She lay there in her blue and yellow flowered knickers and I bent down kissed her and then placed my hand on her mound and began to pleasure her through the thin fabric of her pants. After some time she got up on her knees and pulled my Jeans off me and pushed her hand down the inside of my white Y fronts -- that was all there was at the time. I felt her hand exploring me, and then she pulled down my y-fronts down and I sprang up at attention. 

I'd never been in the situation where the woman made all the running, well, except for Penny on a different Island who wanted to teach me the ways of love, so I just lay back and watched what would happen.

Elizabeth bent over and took my prick and with great delicacy began to lick around the head she took the glans into her mouth and squeezed gently. I reached out and placed my hand between her thighs, pushing my finger around the elastic of her knickers. She stopped licking my prick, and lay back with a rather smug smile and straightened her legs. I got up on my knees and pulled her knickers off her. I saw her neatly trimmed bush lay down beside her and pushed my finger back onto her Cunt, where I began to finger her, feeling for her clitoris. She reached over and began to pull my prick and then took my balls in her hand and rubbed them and I explored the lips of her cunt. She sat up and moved so that she was kneeling beside me. Again she reached down with her mouth and seriously began to give me a blow job, what a talented and obviously well practiced female. She had learnt to give head well. I reached for her cunt, slip my finger into it and look for her g spot. Her hips bucked and with a gush I came flooding into her mouth and she drank it.

She had a great smile on her face with strands of cum hanging out of her lips. 

"When you do get around to screwing me at least you'll be able to take your time cos you've taken the pressure off your balls." She said.

So we lay there gently snogging. I ran my hands over her magnificent tits, and explored her cunt until my prick which had collapsed began to stand to attention and salute again. I ran my hand down what was now a dripping cunt. 

I reached over to my jeans and felt in my pocket and pulled out a condom. I began to tear open the foil packet. Elizabeth took it out of my hand tore it open, and reached down and began to peel it over my cock. Then she simply lay back obviously waiting to see what would happen. 

I lay on top of her, and reached down and guided my prick into a perfect, tight cunt. In a way I was sorry we were using a condom, but better safe than sorry. I could feel her muscles contracting almost keeping me from being able to withdraw at the end of my stroke. We held each other's buttocks, and then put our arms around each other until we came with a great mutual wave of satisfaction. . I felt her muscles milking me, and as my prick was deflating, grasped the base of my prick, rolled off her and whipped off my condom, tied it in a knot and scratching a hole in the sand buried it.

The light was beginning to go, and the tide was coming up the beech. We got dressed, kissing intermittently. 

We walked back along the coast road, and I left her at the hostel with a kiss and a grope. 

"See you at the dance tomorrow night."

Tomorrow was another day.



Island Love



"Banana on toast and black coffee."

"What?"

"Banana on toast. It's a fetish."

Dora bit her lip and Roman grinned, knowing what that was about; she'd been tempted to ask what were his other fetishes. He wondered what hers were, if any. He thought of that evening when Sarah McIntyre had lost it in the restaurant and publicly attempted to shame him shouting he was addicted to the female vagina. People in the room heard him being shamed and either laughed or were hugely embarrassed. Because of Sarah's outburst his reputation expanded and particularly married women began pestering him.

"Well there is one other issue," Dora said, putting bread in the toaster. "You winning the gardener's cottage off my stepfather. Was that stupid poker game legitimate?"

"Yes."

"Oh I see; this medieval code extends into poker?"

"Friends don't cheat on one another and besides there were seven of us playing that night, all sharp-eyed enthusiasts. Anyway my win made your stepfather and me about even. Almost two years earlier he won my six-month old Porsche off me and on-sold it over in the city before I could assemble the money to buy it back."

"The jerk."

"Why, it was his property?"

Dora rolled her eyes and sighed, "God, you men."

Roman helped clear the table and expected Dora to give him the opening by saying, 'What do you want to do now?' He had a line for that and it rarely failed. But instead she said, "You can go now."

What the hell, he thought. He was used to women almost pleading for it. Who the hell did she think she was? Oh god, she must be gay."

He scampered, making no arrangement to see her again. 

An hour later Rachel Mercer arrived at the cottage and they kissed. He said "Nice tits" and she pushed them into him. "Some of us are meeting at the Irish Pub for a quiet drink before the day trippers arrive to takeover the place. I heard you were over here but your phone was off."

"Okay let me finish this bit of painting and wash up. I'll be fifteen minutes tops."

"God, who's Venus up on the lawn illegally hosing?"

Roman looked up the hill and saw Dora waving at them.

"Oh that's Clyde Hamilton's new stepdaughter Dora Dixon."

"God what an unfashionable name."

"Yeah, on a par with Rachel Mercer, eh?"

"You bastard. Why aren't you up there sniffing around her?"

Roman said she seemed to be really cold.

"She may think you are gay... ohmigod, what a joke."

"God Roman, don't hit me. I'm sorry. You know I know you're definitely not gay."

"Well no one calls me gay."

"Right, perhaps she is?"

Roman let that go unanswered, brooding.

Roman was dumped home around 7:00, really under the weather. He vomited over the front door and went off to bed, without eating and without cleaning up. "I need a woman looking after me," he groaned, sinking on to the bed and wondering why his mouth tasted foul after only drinking beer (over a period of almost eight hours). 

He awoke next morning, feeling everything was okay, moving but working a little slower than usual including his mind but with the mind that would be his headache.

"You pig, you pig; I said wake up!"

God it was that bitch up on the hill. He looked out the window and waved at her. 

"You threw up over the door and porch."

"Oh, big night out," he said lamely. He saw she was carrying a tray so yelled, "I'll come down to you this way."

He climbed on to the windowsill only to hear her yell in panic, "For god's sake put some pants on."

He looked down to see his swinging cock and said. "Oopsie and fell back into the bedroom, felt uncomfortable, turned over and went back to sleep.

The next thing he knew the bitch had thrown a bucket of cold water over him.

"Get up you pig," she screamed. "I've swabbed down the porch and front door and now you. It's incomprehensible you having an erection in your condition. You go and shower. Our breakfast is on the table in the garden; it's cold now and that's your fault."

"You brought breakfast for us down here?"

"Well I'm lonely up there," she moaned, and alleged sulkily that he was ignoring her.

With both hands over his cock he struggled to his feet. She was now boggling at him.

"What?"

"Your body."

He groaned, "What's wrong now?"

She was almost stumbling over the words. "It's beautiful, perhaps the finest I've ever seen, even at art school where we had professional male models."

He rushed to the shower in panic.

Roman came to the table sheepishly appropriately dressed in baggy shorts and white tee. Dora smiled as she read the logo on one of his favourite tees: 'I'm A Naughty Boy'.

The meal was scrambled egg with mushrooms on the side, completely cold. He finished his, smacking his lips appreciatively while she finished, her lips appearing curdled.

"Good tucker."

"I'm glad you think so. The toast is like wood."

"Nah, I often eat cold toast," he said. "It makes the topping taste really great."

She giggled and pulled her top lower, revealing a lot more rounded flesh. "I'd like to do a real favour for me."

Roman thought she was asking him to, er, seduce her. But what if she were gay?

"I want you to allow me to paint a sea theme mural on the featureless wall at the end of your front hallway."

"Okay."

"In return for you allowing me to paint you nude."

"You mean you have no clothes on while you paint my face, er my portrait?"

For a moment she looked confused and then comprehended and spoke to him like a child. "No silly, I'll paint you dressed in loose-fitting top and pants that I do all my painting in – paint sometimes drips. You will be in the nude, absolutely bared."

Dora caught the panicked look. "You can hold just one hand over your privates."

"Um, what will you do with it?"

"If it turns out well I'll exhibit it and perhaps attract a buyer. If its no good I'll trash it."

"Oh that leaves me relieved!"



CHAPTER 2

Somehow it happened. After agreement on the mural/nude deal Dora said she'd like more water. Roman ran off to fetch another bottle and returned and placed an arm over her shoulder. She caught and imprisoned her hand, probably thinking he was out to grab a breast. That halted his momentum abruptly as he was moving to fill her glass. He swung around and fell on to her lap. As if it was perfectly natural she kissed him. She looked at his face and her blue eyes hooded. He knew he was as good as in.

But then Roman was panicking again.

"What?"

He said urgently, "What's the time?"

"Just after 11:00."

"Oh fuck. I'm supposed to be taking my godparents and their equally elderly guests to a vineyard lunch."

"No problem, there are several of them."

Roman explained it was the busy season. Ferry loads of people came over from Auckland just to lunch and imbibe at a winery.

"Take them to an ordinary restaurant."

"Can't... I told the visitors I'd take them to a vineyard."

"Then change it to tomorrow."

"No there will have other plans. I told them a winery."

"Oh sorry, the medieval code is involved here isn't it?"

He looked at her pitifully and said, "May I borrow your phone?""

"Hi Stephano, it's Roman. How are the kids?" 

"Good, good. Can you do me a table for six for lunch at 1:00?" 

"Oh no chance. Then what about if I bring my guitar? One of the guest is a brilliant singer but she's classical but will cope admirably if you run the Karaoke screen for her." 

"We can have the family table? Oh great Stephano. Give me love to Lucia." 

"No not that kind of love you dirty-minded old man. I respect you man, you and Lucia and the kids."

"My god. Rarely have I heard a more silvered tongue from a male than that."

"You should listen to your stepfather – I was his apprentice."

"I had been thinking of him. So are we right here: you did ask me would I sing did you not?"

"Oh Dora, sweetheart, it's your welfare I had at heart. Because we will sit at the family table we will be served Reserve quality wine and Sunday is the only day Stephano does his lamb on a spit with rosemary and other infusions. Stephano is a retired world-class chef."

"Oooh."

"Oh god, your SUV battery?"

"Relax you panic merchant. A guy came this morning and left me with an exchange battery, taking my one away."

"Oooh, you clever thing."

"I like it that you are appreciating me at last my lovely seducer."

"Eh?"

"Down boy, I'm off to clear away the breakfast things and have a bath. Kindly disinfect the area where you threw up last night you naughty boy."

They kissed and she was off, turning back twice to smile and wave at him because he was staring.

The Marks' and Greenfield's just loved Dora because she was so attentive and lovely to them. Stanley came close to spoiling it when he said, "Is Roman having a piece of you?"

Apart from the engine, the nosiest sound in the 7-seat vehicle was Roman's laboured breathing; he was driving.

"Not yet," Dora said sweetly. "He's been a naughty boy."

Roman couldn't believe it when neither woman said, "Oh, tell me more."

The other six couldn't believe the greeting Roman received at the winery restaurant. Lucia – Stefano's second and beloved wife - and her three unmarried sisters oozing sexiness kissed Roman, none of the sisters not holding back. Others in the party had to settle for kisses on both cheeks.

The imposing 6ft 6in Stefano met them inside the restaurant and tears flowing almost appeared to break Roman's back with heavy-handed slapping. As soon as Stefano saw Roman with a glass in his hand he picked up Roman's guitar case and said, "Follow me my friend. The atmosphere is down a little today. I need you to stir it along to make my guests buy more wine."

Dora began drinking wine, making the mistake of attempting to drink glass for glass with Stanley, Roman's godfather. After they ate she remembered going to the small stage and singing to Roman's accompaniment – a solid ninety minutes apparently but her memory about that became a little uncertain. She and Roman joined the others for a couple of more wines. She remembered kissing Eve and Stanley and the other two but she couldn't remember their names. She slept on the short drive to her home and the next thing she remembered was being horribly sick on to the tiles in the foyer of her stepfather's home. It was horrid and she felt ready to die.

Dora awoke late morning on the top of her bed, dressed only in bra and panties. Initially her head appeared to be in two halves. Gradually memories at the previous day returned and she said 'Ohmigod' and went to the foyer to clean up but it was spotless.

Dora found a note on the table.

Good morning darling. I will have left at 6:00 this morning to walk to my godparents's home and breakfast with them and the Greenfield's and then return my hire car I loaned them and catch the ferry to work. If you are still here next Friday evening meet the incoming ferry at 3:40 and have a wet kiss ready for me. With the bottom falling out of financial markets I'll have heaps of work to do so won't invite you over to dine and dance and whatever with you. Oh, please disinfect the tiles.

Dora beat the table with her fists wailing, 'He was too nice to call me a pig. Oh he's too good for me."

Next day she pulled out a white T-shirt and pinned it to her easel and painted a logo on the virgin white cotton.

Dora remembered the Greenfield's were leaving the island on Friday morning so invited them and the Marks' over for dinner on Thursday night. She took them down and showed the progress on the mural and was heaped with praise, especially from Stanley who kept looking at it and shaking his head, his eyes open wide in a grin while the two women spoke of its technical excellent. Owen said he wasn't interest in art and 'that sort of thing'... "In the bedroom perhaps; it's going to be really beautiful."

* * *

Roman was interviewing the first of his worried clients when Paula-Jean arrived at the office and she didn't get a real chance to talk to him until the lunch break.

"Another long weekend of debauchery in paradise I presume?"

"One drunken spree, that's all. I... um... met this woman."

He didn't continue. Paula-Jean glanced at him when he didn't continue she noticed the faraway look in his eyes.

"Ohmigod, you've found her at long last."

In the typical evasive way men deal with such things of major moment he replied, "Might of."

"So apart from the drunken spree you spent all weekend in bed."

"Nah, didn't lay a finger on her."

"Ohmigod, you poor darling, you'll be in a bad way," Paula-Jean said motherly. She locked his office door and went around behind his desk and dropped to her knees.

Afterwards she said, "I suppose this is the end of me. I'd be willing to go to the island Monday to Friday if you decide you will remain in business and retreat back to the island."

"No, it's cool. I'm being interviewed by the National Business Review tomorrow so when they go on to interview clients of mine who responded early to my urgings to the looming crisis and have come up almost smiling through repositioning to a changing marketplace I'll probably be regarded as a minor guru. From that we'll get a truckload of new clients and will need a larger office and assistants for you to manage. I might even take in a partner or two... a lot of good people would have been fired in this shakedown."

"Well Mark and I have made enough money for both of us to take very early retirement but what would we do? Unlike you we couldn't fuck day and night and calmly sit opposite one another and smile sweetly. If we away too long in the boat by ourselves we end up scrapping and not talking."

"You decided what you want Paula-Jean. You have the business administration skills I lack and in effect we are inseparable. Your job is guaranteed and you have the additional strength of going at it like a real slut."

"Oh Roman, I love it when you sweet-talk me," she grinned.

The tide was turning. Almost all of Roman's financially bleeding clients were now heeding him. He took each one or pair of them along his perceived road to recovery for them, some having huge difficulty in accepting a paper loss remained only a paper loss so long as they remained in the markets actively. The newspaper interview went brilliantly – well the female journalist was one of his clients and was one of the earliest to adopt his strategies on how she and her father must reposition. She'd come to conduct the interview a rather happy financial investor.

On Wednesday evening at his lonely apartment eating take-out sweet and sour pork, Roman called Dora.

"Ohmigod, you've called?"

"Yes," Roman said, a little surprised. "What are you doing?"

"Masturbating."

"What?"

"I only said that to get your attention."

"You've succeeded." He told Dora about his week so far, the interview with the financial newspaper and his conversation with Paula-Jean about expanding the business."

Dora sounded scandalized. "That will mean you'll be too busy to come back over here."

"I don't think so. I'll reposition so I work a 10:00 to 2:30 day, as that is the time frame most people want to come in to see me. I can do business by phone outside those hours. If you ever decide to marry me you'll need security about my home-coming."

"Marriage?"

"It's want women want, isn't it? If it's the key to holding on to you then I'll do it."

She spoke emotionally, "I'll have to think about it."

"Good. That's what women do. I'll call you on Friday. I expect to be on the Quickcat arriving about 3:40."

"No wait. May I tell you about my week so far?"

"Yes of course. I thought we had finished this conversation."

Dora said she'd been working long hours on his mural and...

"Long hours? I thought a couple of hours and you'd be finished?"

"You appear to know as much about art as I know about the technicalities of financial investment."

He laughed and said, "You are gorgeous. You know that don't you?"

She choked a little over that and then became immensely pleased when he said she was being a good girl to have invited the others over for lunch tomorrow before the Greenfield's left the island.

"Ask them if we can come and stay with them on their horse breeding farm when we're on our honeymoon."

"I-I... I better go."

"Fine darling. I'm off to bed to grasp my little pal and to think of you."

* * *

The ferry was reversed around the end of the wharf to berth. Roman saw her. There were other blondes on the wharf waiting to board or waiting to greet arrivals. There were other women in short shorts with long tanned legs. There were other women with great breasts. But as far as he could tell, Dora was the only one packing all those assets perfectly.

He noticed people turning to look at Dora's tits and then he figured no, they were laughing at her tee. He disembarked in the pushing mass and as he walked closer to Dora he could hear woman in particular giggling at her tee; the guys just stared.

Then it was Roman's turn to grin. The wording, painted to look like dripping blood, stated, 'I've Been Naughty'. Ah, the night she'd vomited. He was so pleased she'd had the guts to do that as an atonement. They kissed and she didn't hold back, her tongue halfway down his throat. What was this? He took a risk and grabbed a tit and almost in awe realized his hand was not being tossed aside. He let go and told himself, Take it easy kid; the future Mrs Gulliver isn't a slut; she's just beside herself with relief he'd come home to her.

She'd driven down in a battered blue sports car she told him it was the condition it was in when she'd purchased it two days ago from the car hire company.

He purred, "Want to live with me in my house?"

"Yes but until the folk get back we should sleep in their home; mom worries about the house left unoccupied with all of her silver and paintings."

"Paintings – they were in the house before you two arrived on to the scene. Nothing untoward in that collection I would have thought."

"True although some of them are very good. But mom means her investment. She buys them as I paint them."

"Oh god, I haven't talked about your work have I or even ask to see it?"

"That's okay and makes us even. I haven't asked to see you working on one of your women."

Roman's face burned and he came close to driving into the back of the car that had slowed in front of them.

Dora giggled and said he was an exciting driver.

"I was appalled realizing I'd ignored your primary interest as well as your professional creativity."

"That's okay. When left alone on Monday night I tossed and turned and thought about you a great deal. I came to the conclusion I should not reject you as being undesirable, that in fact you have your own qualities and beliefs and persona that makes you completely unique to me."

"You mean you know no other guy like me."

"Exactly."

"Is that desirable?"

"Yes. It means I should take you as I find you, warts and all."

Roman grinned and said that was intelligent thinking and he was sure he didn't have genital warts. "You changed your mind that time when you saw my dick."

Dora turned crimson. "That is not it at all; god you are such a tease."

Roman had turned off the narrow main road on to what some would call 'a sealed goat track'; two vehicles could pass if they both had the offside wheels off the seal. He stopped on the highest peak.

"Oh what super glorious views... just look at the smaller islands and the glistening water of the Hauraki Gulf," Dora cooed. "God, look at that huge house being built on the ridge below, quite close to the rock face over the water."

"Like it?"

"Yes, it's a gem."

"If you decide to marry me you can have it as my wedding present. I'm having it built as a rainy day investment. But my mind can change. Actually your stepfather wants to buy it."




Island Love



"But you can't sell; you are doing the right thing by keeping it as a rainy day investment."

"Oh, a bit of an investment guru are you?"

She grinned. "This is wonderful but I'm excited about showing you something."

Roman grinned and scratching his forehead looked down in the direction of her crotch. She scolded, "Do you have to be so gross?"

They walked into Roman's cottage. Two floodlights had been wired in and were illuminating the still uncompleted mural. It took Roman's breath away.

"This is priceless." 

"It will take about three more weeks to complete detailing. I had your friend Tony Allen make a false wall over the existing wall so it comes apart in two sections once the beadings are prised off and when reassembled and taped, an hour's touch up along that line of the seabed will have it looking in original condition again."

"Bloody marvellous."

"Thank you darling. Tony said he owed you so much for business you recommended his way he refused to accept payment."

"Tony's one of the guys applying a medieval-minded code of conduct you are on at me about." 

Dora smiled cutely. "I found there were others? Frank at the home renovations supplies, Chappie the electrician, Sam the painter/decorator and Rangi the plumber."

"Christ, they all are my mates. How did you manage to plug into them?"

"A very voluptuous and talkative woman who owns the coffee shop in our village said you all went to high school with her and remain plugged into her if only verbally."

"Dora, be very careful what you say about that. Three of those guys are married."

"Oh don't worry, I'll consider myself a maiden bound by the code and that means my lips are sealed on such incriminating matters."

When Roman managed to get his mouth closed sufficiently to talk he paid Dora a supreme compliment. "You know with your vision and attitude you are good enough to be one of the guys."

"Oh darling, your kindness overwhelms me."

Looking at her suspiciously, Roman asked why was she into calling him darling?

"I think I'm falling in love with you."

But a romantic response wasn't forthcoming. "Huh, make sure you make a sound decision based on facts and intuition."

"Don't worry, I will."

Dora took Roman's hand. "I had this work done on your home because in working on this mural I felt I worked much better in this cottage than up at the big house. Please don't be mad at me having the work done without your permission. I feel it has enhanced the cottage."

"That is the irresponsible action of a child. Exactly how old are you?"

"Thirty-one."

"Then we are not around the same age, are we? I'm thirty-five. I'll make allowances for this irresponsible action. Are your tits really that good?"

"I think so – want me to drop my top for proof."

"Nah, everything else about you in this painting looks authentic apart from the tail."

Dora leaned against him smiling and Roman placed an arm around her. They looked at the mural. Roman recognised the shark near the surface as a young Bronze Whaler and saw snapper, tarakihi and the unfinished swarm of sprats being chased by a kingfish. But the focal point was a beautiful life-sized mermaid, clearly a 'self-portrait' and beside Dora the mermaid were two treasure chests, one on top of the other and both dripping jewels. A rusting ship's canon poked out of a patch of exotic bright green seaweed. 

"This is indeed a work of art," he said gravely. "You are so talented. This island is teeming with artists and artisans but the majority are left in your wake. Now let's view this mess you have made of my house."

They viewed the guest bedroom and Roman's eyes fluttered in astonishment. The room was now very clearly lit with clerestory windows on the roof, facing away from the sun and the south wall, also facing away from the sun, was now mostly glass. The walls and the ceiling between the clerestory windows had been relined, stopped and plastered and the floorboards had been sanded back and coated in clear polyurethane, bringing out the natural beauty in the old kauri timber. The old twin beds had gone, replaced by a sofa that converted into a bed.

"This is magnificent – but how on earth did you get the guys to get all this done, including having the old walk-in wardrobe converted to a shower and toilet and the room re-wired and new lighting installed?"

"I asked each of them to quote firm prices for their work including all materials and fittings and to promise to coordinate with the other contractors and I accepted their quotes on the condition they work 7:00 to 7:00 each day from Tuesday until they got the job done and in return I would paint a comparatively priced portrait of their wife or girlfriend. I showed them Clyde's portrait that I completed just prior to the wedding and I believe I blew them away. Chappie arrived back early this morning to install the lighting and other electrical fittings – job totally finished. They are dropping back here at 6:00 this evening to have a few beers with you. Their wives or partners and children will arrive at 7:00 for a cookout, er barbecue. Please darling, go and get the drinks. I purchased the sausages, chicken drumsticks and steaks this morning and began marinating the steaks an hour ago."

"Those guys are among my best mates Dora; did you have to invite the partners and kids?"

"Please understand darling... their partners are very keen to see the quality of my portraiture so we'll all go up to mom's private gallery to see her collection of my work. Nominally they range in price from a few hundred dollars American to perhaps $35,000 so it's a representative collection."

"Um, my mates will have seen you as the mermaid?"

"Yes darling my pussy is hidden by scales, isn't it?"

"Er yes."

"Would you feel more relaxed if I prevented the wives from viewing the uncompleted mural topless?"

"Er no. It's art isn't it?"

"Oh good boy. Now off to get the liquor please and I'll then need you to help me get the food ready. I haven't time to be a naughty girl this side of their arrival."

"You mean we'll do it while they're here?"

"God Roman, you have an over-active mind. The opposite to what I said means we'll have sex on the other side of their departure."

"Oh."



Dora returned later and looked nervously at Roman. "Is this tee okay darling and these shorts?"

"Yeah, beaut. But you'll need to put on full make-up. Some of these babes will be in shorts so tight you see both cracks and half of their tits will be spilling out but almost to a woman they'll have on full war paint."

"Ohmigod you have saved me from a huge clanger."



CHAPTER 3

The guys had all arrived and had inspected the completed studio and checked out Roman's bedroom. They were disappointed to find no sign of Dora's occupancy there and he refused to make any comment. They were gathered drinking beer in front of the mural, Chappie telling Roman he and the boys had not seen Dora in her finest – she'd been dressed in her over-sized painting clothes with a scarf protecting her hair... "But she's told us everything with this self-portrait as a mermaid was authentic. God, what a pair!"

Looking over Roman's shoulder Chappie's mouth dropped open and he appeared to have sighted something unbelievable. Roman turned to look and almost dropped his bottle of beer.

"Hi boys," said Dora brightly. She had her blonde hair in a pony tail, remained in her 'I've been Naughty' tee and a pair of shorts that she must have last worn when about fifteen and white high-heel sandals. The other boys rushed her attempting to be the first to offer her a drink.

"A white wine please Rangi."

Still glancing at Dora's breasts, pulled extra high, Roman whispered to the others, "What are your partners wearing here?"

None of them knew so he asked them to phone and ask them to wear tight tops, very tight shorts and full make-up."

"Patti doesn't wear full make-up."

"Tell her plenty of lipstick and blusher... nothing less. And make sure Rangi calls Moana."

There were only three children but the wives and Rangi's partner Moana looked really great. The guys must have told them to tighten their bra straps. The guys ogled and thanked Roman with eye contact.

"You babes look extra curly," Roman greeted and the babes flushed in pleasure. He introduced them to Dora and they all noisily admired the logo on her tee.

"Ohmigod, you ought to market that design internationally," Patti said. "Every guy would be proud to see his babe in a tee like that."

The women stood in front of the mural and although only on their first drink were ecstatic in praise. They all recognised Dora instantly and looking back at her to check out her boobs nodded when looking back at the pair exposed in the painting.

Later they trooped up to the Big House to look at the paintings, mostly portraits of famous people of the past 100 years painted from photographs or photographed paintings, plus some excellent landscapes. Everyone included Roman was impressed and he slipped off to resume drinking with his mates while their partners spoke to Dora about their portraits.

It was almost 2:00 when the last guests left. Dora knew she was drunk and Roman was bumping into things so was no better. So she decided their first fuck would be a great disappointment to her and it was even worse that that. Roman kissed her twice and then brushed aside empty food boxes, empty beer cans and napkins on the table, lay Dora on her back, unzipped her fly and pulled aside the leg of her panties and pushed straight in.

Ohmigod, how primitive, she thought and was pleased she was a little bit naturally lubed because she'd been thinking about him getting her off all evening. It was not at all how she'd been expecting it from the guys some local women had tagged, the master seducer. She groaned and felt her body adjusting to his pumping and then she sexually became as one with him. When he began panting his face really reddened he gritted and asked could he squirt over her. She thought he meant over her belly so pulled up her tee.

"Ohmigod, you beast," she yelled as semen streamed up to her face. "You medieval clod, you've drenched me."

She blew her top and told him to sleep in his own bed, that she was going home.

Dora walked up the hill nude, muttering, and carrying her semen-soaked clothes. She was in the lobby when the lights went all and from the top of the stairs Rosella called, "Oh hello darling. Been entertaining Roman and his lusty pals have you?"

"Mother!"

"Keep calm darling. I've waited years to see you really let you hair down. My daughter's finally come of age."

In the bath Dora took the glass of tea from her mother.

"Mom Roman Gulliver is such a pig. He has just drunkenly seduced me without any foreplay whatsoever and without undressing me."

"Oh, and you were innocently sober were you?"

"Well no, I suppose not. But I had no wish to be savaged like a rag doll."

"Then take that up with Roman darling. This is between you two. Do you intend marrying him?"

"I had been thinking about it, but now..."

"Darling, you are drunk, in no shape to determine rational thought, said Rosella. "Review your position in the morning. Now tell me everything; I wish to learn how you came to entangle with the island's infamous seducer. Knowing you and your standards, I shouldn't think living in proximity with him was sufficient incentive to turn to him in lust."

"Mother!"

* * *

Roman arose and lightly scratching his testicles walked to the bedroom window to look up at the big house when he ducked for cover and sighed. He'd just sighted Rosella on the front lawn with her two black retrievers back from the boarding kennels. He dressed hurriedly, cleaned everything away, hand-washed everything that wouldn't fit into the dishwasher, turned on the washer and then stacked all the rubbish including thirty-six empty beer cans into piles. He wrote a note to 'Dear Naughty Girl' asking her to take the sorted rubbish to the refuse transfer station and left, knowing it was strategically correct not to face 'Naughty Girl' that day because she would be determined to demonstrate to her mother what a pig he was.

But remorse took hold. He wrote another note that stated: 'Sorry the cum-bath seemed to take you by surprise. Work well in your new studio and think favourably of me. Will phone you.'

Roman was too experienced to know you never say to a woman when you'll phone because they then expect you to phone on the dot. He might give Dora a call in a couple of days or so, waiting for last night to be a distant memory. Actually she might have forgotten it already, what with her mom being home. Where the fuck was Clyde? Er, where was Clyde; he really must stop injecting profanity even into his thinking if he wanted Dora to accept him totally. He really wasn't the type of guy she was used to and certainly not the model man she'd pictured marrying. She ought not to have set her standards so high but he was determined to help her out. Sometimes a guy just had to change, huh? He knew she wouldn't call him because she never had although her stepfather had given her Roman's number to call him in the event of emergencies. She hadn't even called him before taking his guest bedroom apart, though admittedly the outcome was for the better but still, what an irresponsible act!

Roman was on the 8:00 am ferry to the city, just passing through the entrance to Matiatia when he wondered what if that nosey mother was down to the cottage first. He grinned thinking reading a note addressed to 'Dear Naughty Girl' Rosella would know the note was not for her. Before the wedding Rosella had hung around him quite a bit, and liked tidying up after him and doing his washing. He didn't mind, knowing Clyde would know she was safe with him, knowing if Rosella wanted Roman to molest her she'd be stiff out of luck because he and Roman really were mates.

Purchasing a coffee Roman sat by a woman he used to know carnally. She had two small kids with her. She trusted him enough to leave him entertaining them while she went off to talk to friends of her parents. Women, he sighed. They used men like toilet paper, discarding them when finished. Tom asked him shyly, "Do you know mummy?"

"I don't think any man really knows a woman," Roman replied philosophically, and Tom asked what did that mean. His small sister with a dummy in her mouth looked at Roman as if waiting for the answer.

At the city terminal Roman helped Shelley with the kids and she was so grateful he felt really good when he kissed her cheek and she patted him on the butt as if forgetting she were married, but he knew she just wanted to let him know she liked him although she was now untouchable... er by him.

At the apartment he made coffee and then stripped the machine down and cleaned it properly. While doing that he thought when Dora came across to the city with him she'd need a car so thought Saturday morning was a great time to buy a car. He called Paula-Jean to speak to Mark to get names of reputable dealers but Mark was down working on the boat.

"I've heard him say before all dealers on Great South Road to Greenland are good.'

"Fine, thanks."

"I have my sister Billy-Mae with me. Would you like us to drop in around 1:00 for lunch on the way home from shopping in Broadway?"

"Yeah, that would be great. Bring the lunch; charge it up on your business card. I have plenty of wine but no food here."

"Men," Paula laughed. 

Jerry, a guy Roman knew from the Auckland Club, gave him a great deal on a demonstrator bright red Peugeot 307 with only 2290 km on the clock. Roman had been tentative, wondering it had to be a bad deal at that price.

"Mate, these little beauties are built like tanks and you have the new car warranty, remember? I'm doing this deal as a special deal for you," Jerry soothed. "You regularly fixed me up with babes and I'm now living with Anna whom you'd said was a perfect match for me; we aim to marry as soon as my divorce comes through."

Back in the apartment Roman connected his laptop and filled in time checking on international financial markets, at times grinning at the fall in prices of some of the property-rich investment groups, having a good idea at where their assets would be in two to three years. 

The girls arrived with the happy faces women have when they've been shopping and believe they have done well.

Paula-Jean kissed him possessively and introduced her younger sister who looked lean and mean. She said, "After lunch when we have sex, Billy-Mae would like to join us, is that okay?"

Roman showed his teeth and said enthusiastically, "Great!" and that coloured Billy-Mae's cheeks as she nervously twisted her wedding ring. "I'll pour the wine, Roman said, his walk turning into a swagger when he overheard Bill-Mae whisper, "He's gorgeous."

The girls left at 5:30 and Roman was awoken from an exhausted sleep and hour later. The caller was Dora and she was crying.

"I'm so, so sorry. We were both drunk so it was not altogether your fault."

"It was my fault. I had to shove it in before I fell over."

"You won't want anything to do with me again."

"Rubbish," Roman said, thinking of the Peugeot in the basement. "You know you have the tightest pussy I've had since my late teens."

"Is that good?"

"It's unbelievable and makes you a very, very good girl. Where are you?"

"In the departure lounge at the airport. Mom is taking me to Australia. She wants me to forget you, saying you are too far outrageous and over-sexed for me."

"Am I?"

"I-I don't think so."

"Do you really like sex?"

"I think so but it's difficult to tell because I'm not all that experienced."

Roman thought it best to get off that subject. "How long will you be away?"

"Two weeks."

"Your mom is dreaming. Even if you left me behind you today you'd still be dreaming of my fat dick two years from now."

"You have to be joking."

"Okay, please yourself. If you do decide to dump me at least return to my cottage and complete the mural during weekdays when I'll be over here in the city."

"Why not convert the utility room into a proper office. With you working we could still talk."

"What without fucking?"

She giggled and said that was possible for him, wasn't it. She cut the call, leaving him still roaring in laughter. He changed from grin to scowl thinking that spiteful broad Rosella was doing this because he'd refused to fuck her even when she'd lifted her skirt and dragged his arm over her moist and heated pussy. Women weren't at all reliable. But he had faith – he knew Dora couldn't walk away from him. Although he pissed her off big time occasionally he basically kept her boiler running simply because he excited her just be talking to her. 

Dora knew he had a big reputation and would have been told by those females the other evening that Roman had never shown such an interest in a woman as he was showing in her. Dora would have figured he'd remain true to her because that's how women think. Well perhaps he could but he'd have to ask for a concession: she'd have to understand that seduction was the fail-safe way he recruited new female clients who then dragged their husbands to sign up with him as well. Also he'd have to look after Paula-Jean because she didn't get enough sex at home and they often had boring downtime in the office to fill... um, that was okay because Paula-Jean was a client. The fact she was not a new client was only splitting hairs. He grinned because that's what he did with Paula-Jean.

At the office on Monday Paula-Jean said her sister had returned to Napier and Mark was in Wellington on week for a medical conference. "I can sleep with you all week if that's what you want or will your darling be visiting?"

Roman told Paula-Jean all about his recent escapades and crises with Dora.




Island Love



"Right young man, when I get you to the apartment tonight you have to learn new ways about sex... okay."

"It means at least fifteen minutes from when you first touch me before you put it in?"

"Oh very well, but what will we do in the meantime?"

"You have no idea of what 'petting' means or what erogenous zones are, do you?"

"Usually I just grab a tit and the babe wants it straight into her. You react like that."

"I've learned to adjust."

"Fifteen minutes? I'd have time to read."

"No you won't. Roman you may be my boss here but when we make love I'm the tutor so that makes me the boss and I'll kick your butt if you become a wayward student, understand?"

"Yes Mrs Adams."

"Oooh, good boy," Paula-Jean purred.

To his astonishment, Roman had four great nights of sex. Returning to the island on Friday afternoon he'd called Clyde who'd met him at 3:40 at the terminal and they went off to the restaurant for dinner, having a few beers before they ate at 7:00. 

Clyde said he was sorry they'd missed seeing another the previous weekend but he'd arrived home late on Thursday night after having gone straight on to Sydney from the airport when arriving from the States with Rosella.

"As soon as I stepped into the door she had me on the floor. That woman is killing me mate."

Applying his knowledge from his sex instruction, Roman said, "Keep calm Clyde. She's still acting as if she's on her honeymoon. You set the pace when she returns from Oz and she'll fall into line."

"But what if that's not enough for her. You'll have to fuck her mate although she cried and said you wouldn't touch her."

"Oh come on mate, even I'd have to think twice at doing both mother and daughter."

"Dora is right off you."

"Who says so?" Roman growled.

"Rosella."

Roman grinned.

New beers arrived. The first bottle always was finished quickly.

"Mate," Roman said, pushing his sunnies into his hair. "You give it to Rosella as much as you feel comfortable with and then if she's not satisfied she'll go off to her box of toys."

"What toys?"

"Vibrators and dildos, even double ended ones."

"What's the other end for?"

"Oh come along old-timer, you are lost in the ninetieth century."

"You mean twentieth."

"Well okay. The other end is for a girlfriend if she has one, or you or hers."

"Her what? "Holy heck, you don't mean...?"

"Yeah, I do. I have it on good authority that the box will be under her side of the bed, with perhaps a vibrator and butt plug in a drawer beside her side of the bed or if she's getting enough the arsenal will be in the third shoebox down on her side of the wardrobe, which is where most women keep them, knowing men never, never look in shoe boxes."

"Jesus mate, thank for that info. You know I heard Dora and her mother going on about you the night before they went to Sydney. I reckon Dora's hooked on you, not because of your dork but because of your buddy, buddy manner. It's what got to me; you're my youngest pal by almost twenty years. Why do you think that is so?"

"Because you are infatuated by my smile?"

"That's exactly what I mean," Clyde grinned wide enough to show his missing tooth. "There's still a small boy in you and you know how to make a guy laugh. Dora told me it's your remarkable persona."

"But she only wants to get fucked."

"Yeah that too but that's not what she was saying about you. I'm telling you mate, she's already on your leash if that's where you want her."

"I want her to remain free and be her own woman buddy. I'm feeling happy as I usually am with you. I think it's time for whisky chasers."

Roman drove because he was less than a risk at the wheel when they were both drunk.

"You ought to buy my old Toyota 4WD and keep it in our basement when on the island," Clyde said.

"Rosella won't like that."

"Fuck Rosella."

"No thanks mate."

They laughed and Clyde said Rosella wanted him to buy Jeep.

"No mate. Buy Doug Hastings's two-year-old Toyota Land Cruiser. It already has some scratches and a couple of small dents so you won't get nervous when Rosella drives it. Dougie is leaving the island and has managed to sell his house but not the Toyota. I'll come with you and negotiate. He'll probably swear when he sees me and ask you to name your price."

"Good one mate, Rosella's going to hate you over this."

"Clyde I'll keep low for a couple of days and then she'll invited me for a meal. She adores me whispering my greeting, "Hi, great tits."

"Yeah right Roman. We've just passed the entrance to our places."

"Fuck a duck."

Roman attempted to turn on the one lock on the narrow road but the left front wheel went down into the side ditch, too deep for Rosella's front-wheel drive sedan to extricate itself. They waiting ten minutes and a car came along and two burly Maori men who Roman knew helped him lift the front of the vehicle and Clyde gingerly backed it back on to the road.

"Don't let Clyde drive," one of the drunk Maoris said. "He's pissed as a newt."

It was this camaraderie and relaxed life-style where police roadblocks to catch drunken drivers were almost as rare as tails on frogs that continued to endear Roman to island life. He pulled the reluctant Clyde from the driver's seat and they made it home, Clyde saying he better stay with him until the women returned. Roman agreed, deciding to settle into his reduced business hours in Auckland and return each afternoon because Clyde was one of those guys who couldn't cook or even care for him when left alone.

* * *

A babe with a delightful voice suggesting sexual potential called Roman on Monday, saying she was a feature writer on the Sunday Herald and would like to do a feature on him.

"Okay Jennifer, what say you come to my apartment tonight. I'll cook you a meal and you can interview me while I cook and over dinner and any time after that."

"B-but Mr Gulliver, you have an unsavoury reputation. I'm a married woman with two children aged forty-two in case you are thinking I'm one of those tight-skirt bimbos."

"Well Jennifer, please yourself. Those are the terms of being interviewed and I guess you and your husband want to become clients?"

"How did you know that?"

"When you first spoke to me there was honey in your voice, suggesting you wanted something from me."

"Well yes, but not what you are suggesting."

"Have you had any extra-marital occasions Jennifer?"

"That is none of your business."

"Well that ends our conversation Jennifer."

Roman waited, unworried about what he was putting the woman through.

"Wait Roman... I've strayed twice."

"Well come and get fucked darling. I'll give you a great interview and will call into your office tomorrow by appointment for my photograph to be taken."

"Ooh Roman. You are a darling. I'll tell Mike I'm required to work a double shift but I'll need to be home by 11:00."

"How long does it take you Jennifer?"

"What, to interview you."

"No."

"Ohmigod, aren't you something?"

Roman explained to Paula-Jean he'd decided to commute to the island daily as from next day. He asked her to find an office double the size of their existing office."

"I'll speak to the company managing space in this building."

"But all the offices are the same size."

Paula-Jean said leave it to her. 

Two hours later she introduced Roman to Bruce, general manager of the management company. 

"Paula-Jean said you want to double the size of your office?"

"Yeah."

"And that you'll take me on as a client without paying the establishment fees?"

Roman glanced at Paula-Jean who was looking away, fluffing her hair. "Yeah."

"I'll bring in a crew Wednesday to move you to the lower of our two penthouse floors."

"Can I see Waiheke Island from there?"

"For sure."

Roman scratched the back of his head. "Um rental?"

"Set for four years at twice you're paying now for twice the space... um providing you pull Rosemary and me from the crap we are in over our investments."

"By the end of four years from now?"

"Yeah, we are in for the long haul."

"Good mate that's the key. Draw up the papers and fetch them back for me to sign and we'll have a couple of beers."

When Bruce hurried off Roman grabbed a handful of Paula-Jean's butt and said, "We're on the move babe. Call around and find what office equipment companies are prepared to do great deals for cash. You and I may as well have new work stations and we require seven more."

"Roman, don't you think you should go forward slowly?"

"If I were addicted to doing that I'd never had gotten into your pants?"

Paula-Jean's face took the colour of sunset and when Roman said he was being interviewed that day for the Sunday Herald Paula-Jean relaxed and said if he interviewed well desperate people would flock to them.

"Yeah. Isn't that why we are in business?"

"Yes Master."

Roman then called Clyde who sounded disappointed Roman wasn't coming home that 

evening.

"Listen mate, I want you to book into a restaurant for dinner at 6:00 and have no beers until seated at the table and I want you to go both ways by taxi."

"Aw mate can I go to the restaurant at 4:30 and have a couple of beers?"

"Yes, but promise me no whisky chasers."

"Okay mate, you're the captain."

Roman put down the phone confident Roman would do as instructed and wouldn't attempt to seduce the waitresses and the battle-axe manager because Clyde had accepted he was under orders of the captain.

When the existing tenants of No. 2 penthouse floor with their rent-owing bill vacated, Roman sucked in breath when he saw the size of his new premises and he looked out and felt woozy in the head when he saw his beloved Waiheke in the distance. Paula-Jean said breathlessly "Oh my own office" and bent over the desk, due to be repossessed by the owners, for Roman to have his way with her. He took a great deal longer than she was used to from him, applying the techniques she'd taught him.

"Ohmigod, Roman I want you to fuck me forever," she gasped, releasing over the oak desk. Fortunately the wood was sealed.



CHAPTER 4

"Hi Rosella," Roman said when Clyde and he met the two women off the ferry. Rosella's lips curled when she realized he'd not whispered great tits. Clyde suggested he avoid using that greeting. It appeared to work. Rosella looked to be experiencing angst.

"Hi Dora."

"Hi Roman."

He whispered, "What magnificent tits and I'm so glad to make your casual acquaintance again."

Clyde had told him to greet her like that to suggest a new beginning. Roman thought she now looked rather panicky.

Dora said jerkily, "Casual acquaintance?"

He'd not expected that reaction and Clyde hadn't suggested that uncertainty might happen, so he was on his own.

"Um yes. Our last encounter had left you seething, humiliated and determined to castrate me."

"Castrate? Ohmigod, that's the last thing I'd want. How could you...? She tailed off and then said, "Mother expects I will have gotten over you."

"But with my dick up you and me brushing back your hair and saying what an adorable young woman you are..."

"Adorable?"

By now Roman's own motor was running. He was in familiar territory and this time he felt she was in the state to accept compliments.

"Yes you are like no other woman I have tasted."

"But you haven't gone down on me as far as I can remember?"

"I mean the taste of your sheer presence darling."

"Oh god," she wailed. "Let's fuck." 

Roman looked at the mother who had a hand down the front of Clyde's trousers so they had not interest in the young couple at that point. "I believe we are going to Cable Bay for dinner Dora. Could your pulsating pussy wait until then?"

Dora murmured incomprehensibly.

Two hours later Roman left the restaurant with Dora, Rosella and Clyde. He felt like a stranger, not used to leaving a restaurant or bar feeling decidedly sober. Still if a guy had to made a sacrifice to win and hold his girl that's what a guy had to do. Dora had only had one glass of wine and spent most of the meal looking at him under hooded eyebrows. Rosella had noticed that and made a searing comment, only to be snarled at by Dora, "Butt out mom." Rosella had to push a hand on to Clyde's chest to retain her confidence.

Roman stopped outside his cottage, pulling his carry bag from the tailgate. Dora was at his side saying, "Pass me my two bags; I want to be with you."

"Dora," called her mom, voice quavering.

Her daughter said firmly, "Mom, you are not always right. Clyde has given you a second chance and you're happy. This is my first chance so please, relax and wish me well. I begin painting him tomorrow."

Rosella began sobbing so Dora went to her.

"See you mate," Roman called to Clyde. "Don't let her wear the end off it."

"No show of that mate, I'm horny."

Roman took the three bags to the cottage, leaving Dora to calm her mother. 

Dora arrived smiling sweetly. "She's okay."

"Roman snorted, "Bloody temperamental American women."

"I'm a young American woman," Dora said a little icily and relaxed when Roman said well she was different, having had international exposure and had been exposed to him."

She stripped off and said, "Is this the kind of exposure you're meaning?"

Roman gaped, her tits were standing out so proud and she'd completely shaved since he'd last parted her small tufts of blonde hair.

Roman worked on her for twenty-five minutes, kissing behind her ears and stroking the side of her face and licking but not biting her nipples – not yet – just as he'd been tutored. And then, just as Paula-Jean had said would happened, Dora was scratching him, gasping and screaming, "Put it in, put it in!"

Well Roman did what was expected of him, having no wish to disappoint the

writhing hot-hot babe.

It turned out to be an awesome encounter.

Feeling as if his balls had passed through the eye of his dick he panted, "Please marry me."

"Yes, providing you seduce my mother first; I can't bear carrying the weight of not knowing whether you two have done it."

It took Roman a good ten minutes of smooth talking before Dora finally agreed to drop that condition.

Dora was so happy she dripped tears into his eyes and attempted to suck them dry before asking coyly, "Are you ready to go again?

Dora and Roman were married a month later on the island. It was a big wedding, with Rosella taking command and doing a wonderful job of organizing the event and even the sunset cooperated and was the best for ten years, according to a handful of knowledgeable inebriated guests.

When the minister concluding the marriage ceremony earlier at Stefano's winery had said, "You may kiss the bride" As the kiss was concluding Dora had whispered to Roman the very words young brides inevitably say to their new husband, "I think I'm pregnant." 

THE END