0 comments/ 163903 views/ 10 favorites Island Encounter By: badtitties Hi, it’s me Nancy. Everything I’ve submitted so far has been about experiences that I had 2-5 years ago. So this time I figured I write about a more recent experience. This took encounter took place over the Veterans Day weekend, on week long trip I took with my husband to the British Virgin Islands. Hope you enjoy and hope ya’ll write me. The husband and I arrived on the island late Friday night. We settled into our room for the night after making plans for the next day. While my hubby went off to golf, I went to have a manicure/pedicure, shop for some nice club clothes and a nice bikini. I was told the best place to have my nails done was not at the resort, but was at a local shop in town. So I rode the resorts bus to the outskirts of town, where it dropped me off. I stopped a few locals, and after figuring out the accent, got directions to the nail salon. While having my nails done I noticed what had to be the darkest black man I’ve ever seen , working at a tattoo parlor across the street. Looking at him from a distance got my nipples hard and I knew that if I got a better look, I’d be wearing wet panties - so I decided to get a better look. After my manicure, I left for lunch (my pedicure was arranged for the early afternoon). I found a local grill to eat at. After I finished eating, I wandered over to the tattoo parlor to get a better look at this fine specimen of black manhood. He was very muscular and I loved how his biceps flexed as he applied his artwork to the customer. He glanced my way a few times but never really acknowledged me - which I could understand, I was dressed pretty plain (loose fitting t-shirt, bra, loose fitting sweat pants, bikini panties, socks, and running shoes). I never got a good look at his face, but his body alone (and my wet panties) told me ‘Girl, you gotta get fucked by this guy’, so I found the shops hours and went back to the nail salon to reschedule my pedicure appointment. After finishing up there, I caught the resort bus and went back to the hotel to meet my hubby for dinner. During dinner I told my husband that some local gals had invited me to a show the next evening (a flat lie) and could he keep himself occupied for the night. He whined a bit, but agreed and we went back to our room to sleep. I spent most of the next morning lounging around the hotel pool with my hubby. My pedicure was set for late in the afternoon and I felt everything was ready for me to get a fucking from this black tattoo man. After lunch, I left for our room so I could get ready for my evening out. Not wanting to alert my hubby as to what I was doing, I packed my “adventure” clothes in a big carry bag and quickly threw on a teal blue tank top, a tan colored bra, a pair of tight denim shorts, a tan thong, and a pair of running shoes. I was out the door before my hubby came back up to our room. Within minutes I was on the resort bus heading into town for my pedicure and “adventure“. As the gal worked on my toe nails, I made sure I could use the restroom to change into my “adventure” clothes - since it would be real close to closing time. She told me it would be no problem, so I just sat back to enjoy my view of my of the tattoo guy. Once the pedicure was finished and the paint was all dried up, I went to the restroom to change. I stripped off my clothes and slipped into my “adventuring” gear - an almost see-thru sleeveless white blouse with thin straps, a black strapless bra (that could be seen thru the blouse), a short tight black skirt, black 3” heels and NO panties. I then proceeded across the street to the tattoo parlor, where the guy was just finishing up with his last customer. When I entered he took serious notice of me this time. “May I help you miss?”, he asked with his sexy island accent. I looked his face over real well for the first time. He was decent looking and his two front teeth had gold crowns on them. Clearing my throat I answered him, “Well, I was kinda wondering what it would cost to tattoo something?“ He smiled at me as the customer left the parlor, leaving us both alone. “Depends. I determine the cost by what you want and where you want it.” I was feeling a bit bold, not to mention a bit damp between my creamy white thighs, so I decided not to beat around the bush (pardon the pun), “I want whatever you got and you can put it anyplace you like!” He turned around and locked the door, shutting off his OPEN neon sign. He pointed to the chair his customers sit in and motioned me to sit in it. I quickly did. Once seated in the chair, he stood in front of me and pulled my blouse off over my head. He then told me to remove my bra. No sooner had I unclasped my bra and pulled it away, letting my small but round/firm 36Bs free, his big black hands were on them. His dark hands totally covered up my white tits as he fondled them. As one of his hands rubbed and squeezed my right tit, the other hand slid down under my skirt and began to caress my inner thighs. I could feel his knuckles brushing against my hairy bush. “MMMM, a white girl with some pussy hair. That’s a rare thing in these parts miss. I can tell we are going to have some fun eating you out tonight.“ he said to me as he worked his black hands closer to my married white pussy. While making the moves on my pussy, he never forgot to pay attention to my titties. His tongue went to work on my left tit. He swirled the nipple around in his mouth, nibbling on it with his gold capped teeth, before sucking it in hard. He did this for a few minutes, before swapping over to my other tit. One hand moved to my left tit, as his mouth went over to my right one. By now he was rubbing his knuckles against my clit and I was responding to him. I was moaning and grinding my cunt to his hand. He then began to twist and tug on my hard nipples, as he dragged his tongue all over my right tit and nipple. He flicked his tongue across my nipple a few more times, before stepping back from me. He pressed a lever on the side of the chair, laying me back. My head was down by his waist, he undid his pants, dropped them and his briefs down around his ankles and ran what had to be about 10“ of thick black meat across my cheek. He had me turn my head to the side, as I did this, I ran my tongue all over his cockhead and as far up his shaft as it would reach. He pulled my face closer to his crotch, lifted his cock up and dropped his heavy black balls onto my waiting red lips. I was soon running my tongue across the fleshy sack, as his hands went back to work on my tits. He groaned, “That’s it white girly, worship my seed sack”. I simply nodded my head as I continued to lick away at his balls. He was now running his dark hands up and down and my creamy white legs. I moaned and began to suck on the sides of his black sack. His hands once again were at work on my firm white tits, twisting and turning my nipples like they were dials on an old fashioned radio. My black lover told me, “White girly, I just gotta have that naughty tongue working on my cock.” With that, he drove his big, thick black cock down my throat, working it like it was my pussy. I found myself running my tongue up and down the full length of his shaft, as his dark manhood slid without effort in out my wet, warm mouth. As I continued to have my face fucked by his cock, I could feel his fingers probing my moist pussy. This only made me start sucking him harder, which in turn lead to him fucking my mouth faster. I could feel my body shake gently as his fingers made circles around my pussy lips and inner thighs. I groaned and spread my legs wide apart for him. He grabbed my married white face and buried it in his black crotch, making me choke and gag down his darkmeat. As he continued to intensely fuck my face, his fingers began to spank my clit. I moaned onto the cock buried in my mouth, as he let out a low groan. His thumb was now rubbing my clit as his fingers went back to rubbing my pussy lips. I was getting close to my orgasm and I started to grind my pussy to his fingers. I knew he was close too, as he jack hammered his dark cock in and out of my mouth faster and faster. As his body began to tense up, he quickly forced his cock as deep into my throat as it would go. He let out a loud groan and I could feel his cockhead expanding in my mouth. He then let loose a thick stream of his black seed straight into my throat. I gagged and choked it all down as fast as I could, greedily and whorishly trying not to let one drop get away from me. After we were both sure I had sucked him dry, he pull his semi-erect cock out of my mouth and told me to finish stripping. I kicked off my heels and lifted my ass up out of the chair and simply pushed the skirt off onto the floor, as he completely stripped himself. Once we were both totally nude, he told me, “It’s feeding time white girly. And I’m looking at having some bushy cunt.” With that, he walked to the foot end of the chair, lowered his face to my pussy, and quickly began licking up and down the length of her hot, wet slit. He then shoved his tongue up into my pussy and began probing inside me. I was loving it! As he continued probing around inside my pussy, I began to moan and beg, “Oh yes. Yes. Use that black tongue. Fuck my white pussy with your hot black tongue.” My talking was having an effect on both of us. As I listened to myself, I began to twist and tug on my nipples. He was now in the middle of fucking my pussy with his face. He was grinding his nose to my clit, and working his tongue faster and deeper into my cunt. I found myself basically riding his tongue like it was a cock. I could hear my juices slopping and feel them on all over his face. My breathing was getting faster and my moaning louder. He grabbed my slim white hips with his big dark hands and shoved his tongue as deep as it would go. I found myself being overwhelmed by “Jungle Fever”, as his tongue fucking alone wasn’t good enough for me. I grabbed the sides of his head with my hands and began rocking my hips hard and fast into his face. I wasn’t sure if I was going to drown him in my pussy juice before I orgasmed, but his talented black tongue didn’t give me long to think about it. Within a few moments, I felt my body shudder hard and I squeezed his dark black head between my silky white thighs. I let out a yell and then came all over his face. My legs dropped back onto the chair, as my breathing returned to normal and I began to recover from this fabulous orgasm. I was sure hoping were weren’t done, cause I certainly wasn’t worn out. He had me get up out of the chair and then sat down himself, his black pole fully erect again. I ran my lips over the throbbing cockhead a few times. I opened my mouth and took only the shiny black cockhead into my married white mouth. My black fuckmaster had other ideas. He grabbed my head and thrusted his hips up, shoving his cock into my mouth. He slowly worked his large black tool in and out of my O-shaped slutty white mouth a few times. When he pulled it out, it made a “POP”. A string of saliva lead from my red lips to his ebony cock. He then placed his hands on my hips and helped me climb up onto the chair, facing him. I positioned his thick black cock between my legs and spanked my whorish white clit a few times with it, before shoving all 10” into me. It slid in with no problem (I was REALLY wet by now). His hands caressed my ass, as his tongue ran all over my tits and nipples. I was my running my small white hands up and down his dark chest, as he pumped my pussy slowly. My body hadn’t fully recovered from my first orgasm, and he was working me towards a second. As my breathing got faster and my moaning louder, he went to work, fucking me harder and deeper with each stroke. As I neared my second orgasm, I began to drag my fingernails across his chest. He in turn grabbed my waist and began pushing me up and off of his cock, only to pull me back down hard onto it. I found myself rocking my hips as he thrust his large black tool into me. Within a few more strokes, I found my body bucking and my hips gyrating as I orgasmed a second time. He rode out my orgasm with all 10” of his black cock buried deep inside my married white pussy. After my body stopped spasming, he pulled his hard cock out of me and had me move, so he could slip by me. He then had me place my face in the seat of his chair, my tight creamy white ass propped up high. He positioned himself directly behind me, I could feel his throbbing cockhead placed against my tart little hole. I was still feeling a bit weak from my second orgasm, but I told him, “Please don’t stop. Fuck the hell out of my little white ass!“ His only answer was to flash me a smile showing his golden caps and shoving his thick throbbing black cock deep into my tight white married ass. He pumped my ass hard and deep five or six times before removing his cock. He circled his fat cockhead around my puckered asshole a few times, before shoving it back in, rotating his hips as he did. This time he slowly began to work it his big black missile in and out of my white married silo. Using one hand to spank my ass, he used his other hand to finger my clit. I was loving every stroke of his cock. I was his black cock loving white whore. He gazed at me looking back at him and said with his sexy accent, “MMM good white girly. You like my black cock don’t you. You will do as I tell you, won’t you?” I simply nodded my head ’YES’, my eyes filled with sexually satisfaction. With him furiously fucking my ass and his big black fingers rubbing my hard white clit now, it didn’t take long for my third orgasm to build up. My body was shaking and shuddering wildly in his chair. I was ramming my creamy white ass back to meet my black fuckmasters massive cock. I was grinding my clit to his fingers and could feel his free hand slide up my back and around the front to my tits. The moment his big hands began to manhandle my small firm tits, I went over the edge. My third orgasm was so huge, I let out a long loud moan, before collapsing straight down into the chair. As my legs gave out, my asshole tightened around his thick member. Then all at once I felt a warm rush of liquid fill my ass as I heard him start to grunt. He pulled his cock out of me and I could feel the stringy rope of his black seed shooting all over my lower back. As he continued to grunt and moan, his hand worked up and down his shaft, spilling the last of his creamy love juice onto my ass cheeks. He staggered off to clean himself up, I simply slipped my clothes back onto my sweaty, cum covered body and thanked him for a wonderful night. “Do cum back again, white girly.”, he told me. If I did, that would be another story. Island Encounter Although we live in a forward thinking world, today, some still have mixed feelings about interracial relationships. If that sort of coupling offends you, read no further. This work is a fantasy that could become someone's reality, if the chance arrived. At first, I was frightened by the prospect of travelling to the island resort. I had never been very far from my deep south home, let alone gone to another country. When we arrived, the people seemed friendly enough, and very helpful. The showed us where to get our transportation to the resort, and even helped with our luggage. We arrived at the seaside 'clothing optional' resort mid afternoon. The sun was high in the sky, and the ocean sparkled like jewels in a treasure chest. Our cabana was a two room structure that had a small bedroom/living room and a tiny kitchen with a shower outside on a sheltered deck. My boyfriend and I unpacked our small bags and decided to walk the beach before dinner. I was reluctant to go completely nude, at first. I am somewhat self-conscious about my 5'4" body that weighs a little over 170 pounds. I elected to wear a sundress that buttons all the way down the front. My boyfriend, Ray, left his loose gym shorts on in the beginning. As we roamed by the shore, we saw a lot of people in various stages of undress. Most were average, not the "bronze Gods and tanned Goddesses" that I had pictured in my mind. Older men with large bellies and balding heads, older women with sagging breasts and somewhat less than trim figures. I felt a little more at ease, and unfastened my dress front. I let the warm summer breeze float the fabric away from my body. MMMMM, it felt so good! Ray took note of my effort to fit in, and slipped off his shorts when we sat on a small bench under a palm tree. Walking had made us flushed, the cool, tropical breeze felt good in the shade of the tree. I spread my sweaty thighs and let the air move between my legs. It felt wonderful to have my shaven kitty kissed by nature's tongue. Ray noticed, too, as his penis was growing rapidly. Over seven inches long, it touched his navel as he sat back on the bench. His hand lightly stroked its length, coaxing a small bead of pre-cum from the tiny hole in the crown. We had been cautioned about public sex play, so I resisted the temptation to lean over and take him in my mouth. My own hand had wandered between my legs and spread my vulva, allowing the air to strike my swollen inner labia and growing clitoris. I whimpered through a small cum, and saw a shot of thick semen come from Ray's penis. The outdoors was having its effect on both of us. The tensions relieved temporarily, we strolled back to our cabana carrying our clothes. Dinner was delicious, a variety of sea-foods prepared almost every way you could think of. A few drinks afterwards, and we went to the main salon to check out the evening entertainment. Lots of couples came fully dressed in gowns and tuxedos, some like us came in casual dresses and jeans, a few in bathing suits, and some stark naked. The unusual mix was enticing. We danced and drank some more before retiring to our room for the night. We made passionate love in our island hideaway, as though we were experiencing sex for the first time. Tired from the long day of travelling, sleep found us quickly. That first morning was as wonderful as the previous afternoon. Our room was made up and freshened while we had breakfast. I noticed the couple attending to the rooms quietly moving from cabana to cabana, making everything just right for every guest. He was coal black and shiny, his longish hair was straight and hanging at his shoulders. His partner was a slender, coffee colored girl with hair to her waist. I was raised by a religious family, knowing that all God's creatures were created equally, but had never been exposed to anyone of another race or culture. I found these island people fascinating; devilish, delicious thoughts were running through my mind as I watched those two. His strong, naked back showed his muscles rippling as he hefted the linens into the cart. Her lithe figure was very visible through the light cotton dress she wore with nothing else underneath. Returning to the beach, we spent the morning 'people watching'. Guessing their stories and dreaming up things for them to be doing. Unaware that others were doing the same with us. A couple about our age strolled near and started conversation. She was a small blonde girl, a little lighter than I, but not by much. He was very skinny, but had an ample 'package' in his very brief trunks. They told us of some of the extras that the resort offered, including 'in room massage', which from the way they spoke of it was not a simple muscle treatment. We asked at the desk before lunch, and sure enough, the masseur and masseuse were available that afternoon. We set an appointment, and rushed back to the cabana to shower before they arrived. The outdoor shower was hidden from the outside by a thick growth of tropical foliage. Banana trees and large ferns draped over the edge of the deck to completely conceal the area. As I went back to the front room, I was startled by the presence of the two I had seen earlier. They introduced themselves as Kenny and Amelia, a husband and wife team that not only took care of the grounds, but the guests as well. Ray came in from the shower, and started to cover his naked body, until I explained that they were going to do the massage for us. Amy (as she asked to be called) led Ray to our bed and had him lay on his stomach. Kenny set up a short table for me to lay on. I soon felt the warmth of scented oil being poured on my back, followed by strong fingers working it into my aching muscles. I could see Ray being given the same treatment on the bed, Amy straddling his back to work on his shoulders. Her dress was pulled up to her waist, I could see the cleft of her light coffee butt, and it looked as though her naked kitty was resting on the small of Ray's back. His soft moans told me she knew which buttons to push. My own buttons were being pushed, as I felt the fingers kneading lower on my back and reaching my soft butt. I could feel the warmth growing in my belly as the fingers got very close to my vulva and anus. The fingers left to travel down my thighs and calves, and finally to my feet. My kitty was dripping wet, I was sure Kenny could smell my scent. He deftly rolled me over, before I realised he had done it. My head tilted back and I could see Ray on his back, too. Amy's dress was higher, Ray's arms were raised, evidently giving a massage of his own. Her hips were rocking slowly, and the soft moans told me that she was impaled on Ray's penis! It looked so hot, her dark skin on top of Ray's pale flesh. I raised my head to see the dark black fingers begin to caress my breasts. Kenny's light touch and the contrast of his black skin against my white breasts was incredibly erotic. I was really juicing, now. I watched as his fingers slipped between my legs and disappeared into my hot, wet vulva. I don't know if it was the sensation of being penetrated by a stranger, or the fact that he was so dark, but I started cumming instantly! He rubbed me softly through the cum, then suggested that we join the other two on the bed. Amy's dress was completely off, now. Her hands were on Ray's shoulders and he but was hunching madly. Small grunts accentuated each thrust as she pounded Ray with her body. He grunted and his face screwed up, so I knew he was cumming inside her. She followed shortly after, wailing out her release. I lay next to them and Kenny stood by the side of the bed stripping off his shorts. His erection sprang loose, a formidable penis to behold. Shorter than Ray's, but much thicker, almost two inches wide! His dark sac hung low beneath the pulsing rod. I marveled at the purplish tint of the area below the crown, a deep plum color. He spread my thighs and lowered himself to me. I took his massive penis in my small, pale fingers and placed him at my entrance. Electricity flowed through my whole body as the black monster entered my tiny pink cave. Ray and Amy stopped their lover's dance to watch as Kenny entered my body. I could see the look on Ray's face as one of passion and lust. It was making him just as hot! I was next to get that look, when Amy spun around and put her cum filled kitty on Ray's face and her mouth on his still erect penis. I only had a quick look, her vulva was covered with a thick patch of dark hair, matted with her nectar and Ray's cum. She could now see her husband's thick penis plowing my tiny, swollen furrow. Her moans told me that Ray was doing his favorite thing, sucking the cock-n-tail sauce from her freshly fucked kitty. I knew she would cum again, real soon. Returning my gaze to the strong black form above me, I watched his muscles ripple as he continued to plunge deep into me. It had to be the color of his flesh that drove me so wild. I kept screaming for him to fill me with his fantastic, black cock! Ray and I had swapped many times, but it was never like this! In his thick island accent, he announced he was going to cum. Fearing he would pull away, I grabbed his tight butt and pulled him tight into me. No words were needed, he understood and began to fill my belly with his hot, thick semen. I exploded around Kenny's thick penis, clamping it hard with my vaginal muscles, I felt my body jump and quiver as we came together. Hot, thick fluid filled me as my own fluids gushed from deep inside me, running out onto the clean sheets. Amy untangled herself from Ray and almost pushed Kenny off the bed. She dove between my legs and started licking my drooling vulva. I held her dark face in my white hands, and saw the gleam in her eyes as she devoured my essence and her husband's spunk. She came up for a breath and told me how good I tasted, then resumed her frantic lapping of my sensitive inner flesh. She attacked my throbbing clitoris and brought me to another explosive cum. I begged her to stop, sobbing with joy and release at the massive orgasm. She finally slowed down and allowed me to regain my composure. I told her I needed to taste her, too. In a flash, she whirled around and placed her wet, dark slit above my hungry lips. I drank from her fountain, finding her clitoris large and thick, I sucked it between my teeth and rewarded her with a massive cum of her own. She came up beside me and we kissed a lover's kiss, tenderly enjoying the feel of each other's body. Our different colored skin reminded me of piano keys, black and whit in perfect unison. Looking to the side, we both had a surprise. My boyfriend was busy taking Kenny's thick penis into his mouth. Amy said Kenny sucked a good cock, too. He must have heard, because the next we knew, Kenny had repositioned and the boys were locked in a hot 69, greedily sucking each other, as if in a race to see who could make the other cum first. It turned out to be a tie, as both of their mouths bulged and they began swallowing at the same time! Amy and I applauded the fine show, and both rose to take a grand bow for us. We kept on throughout the afternoon, switching partners and positions until everyone had everyone else in every way we could think of to experience. I watched Ray take Kenny's thick penis in his butt, and Ray plow Kenny's back door, too. I even had Kenny in my rear entrance, ohmigod did it feel good! I got to watch as Ray did Amy's butt with her muscular black husband filling her vagina at the same time! I wished later, that we had taken some pictures of that beautiful black couple having sex with our pale white bodies. It was so hot! We didn't get to be with them again that week, but vowed to return someday. We posted an ad in a swinger's magazine, and a lovely black couple is supposed to come visit soon! I can't wait for another serving of "dark meat" in my hungry little holes! Island Encounter © 2010 All Rights Reserved Author's note: This is a short story I wrote for an e-pal of mine, and it's a bit outside my usual zone. It has some mild D/s elements, specifically femdom. However, I didn't think that was enough to warrant putting it under BDSM. I probably should have noted this in the original posting. ===================================== Now this is the life, he thought. John took one last dip in the clear warm water and then shrugged his way out of the ocean, heading towards his chair. The sand was soft, white and not quite hot enough to burn. He gave himself a quick rub with the towel, then stretched out on the chaise lounge and let the sun's warmth wash over his body. Two weeks. He smiled. Two whole weeks of nothing but sun, sea and food. He reached for his sunglasses and slid them on, never turning his face away from the warmth. Before he'd gotten here, he'd sometimes wondered if he'd ever see the sun at a time other than sunrise or sunset.. Work is done, he reminded himself, and you shouldn't think about it any more. Good advice, he decided. Instead, he'd think about long walks on the beach, sleeping as late as he liked, and having the odd rum and coke as he enjoyed fourteen days of doing not much of anything in particular. That would be heaven after the last two months at work. It was all he wanted, and all he intended to do. Although, he considered as he fell into a half-doze, it might be nice if he had someone to do nothing with. Also, if someone could tell him what to do with all this nothing, which got a little overwhelming, that would be appreciated. His holiday had been the light at the end of two-month-long tunnel, and he'd all but crossed off the calendar days as they passed. His shoulders had felt more and more relaxed the closer the plane got to his destination, and the idea of a string of days away from computers and unmarred by fluorescent lights was the next best thing to the Holy Grail. However... He had to admit he wasn't good with unscheduled time. He much preferred to have a schedule or routine, or at least something on the agenda for the day. It was one of the reasons he did so well at work: someone told him what to do. I should have lined up some tours, he thought. Made sure I had something to do besides lie here. After a quick doze, he woke to find the sun had lowered a bit and he was thirsty. After a languorous stretch, he pushed himself off the chaise and headed to the beach bar. With a margarita in hand, he returned to the chaise, settled back down and tried to relax. He sipped at the tart drink and stared out over the water, wondering how he was going to fill his time for the next twelve days. "Excuse me, is this one taken?" John looked up at the sound of the voice and for a moment, his mouth went dry. Then he recovered himself. "No, not at all." He reached down to drag the end of his towel closer to his own lounge. "Please." "Thank you." She lowered herself onto the chaise and John had to swallow a groan. Her bottom was perfect, round and smooth under her blue bikini. "The beach is so crowded, I should have come earlier." She smiled. "Not a problem." John smiled back and moved a leg to hide the erection that had sprung up. "Oh, by the way, my name is Sofia." She held out a hand. He took it, lingering over the long, tapered fingers. "Nice to meet you. I'm John." His mouth watered at the sight of her. Her skin was a light, even tan, and he suspected there were no tan lines. She had a body that some might call plump or full-figured, but he could only think of it as lush, with soft curves that cried out to be caressed. Back off, he told himself. You can't proposition a woman you've exchanged less than ten words with. "Well, nice to meet you, John." She smiled again and her full lips parted to show lovely white teeth. Her tongue flashed out over her lips and he bit back another moan. She turned back to her bag and John took advantage to lean back, close his eyes and concentrate on the sun and sound of the ocean; anything that would distract him from dwelling on Sofia and possibly embarrassing himself. "Is that a margarita?" It took a minute for him to realize she'd spoken to him. "Pardon? Oh, yes. I got it from the bar just down there." He gestured toward the thatch-roofed kiosk a hundred or so feet down the beach. "Get me one, please." John raised an eyebrow at her clipped tone, then nodded. "Of course. Any special requests?" "Just a splash of lime juice, but a lot of salt." She spared him a brief glance before returning to the magazine resting on her smooth, tan stomach. John quelled a pang of desire and nodded. "Right back." God, she's perfect. John gave into a small groan as he walked over to the bar. Beautiful and assertive. My dream woman. Then he laughed at himself. How much could he tell from that exchange? She might not be assertive at all; she might just be a spoiled brat. He ordered her margarita at the bar and another one for himself, and strode back to the chairs, wondering what her reaction would be. "Here you are." John held her glass out, waiting for her to take it before he sat down. "Thank you." Sofia reached up and wrapped her fingers around the stem of the glass, brushing John's as she did. He bit the inside of his cheek and willed his body not to react to the soft skin and light touch. When she had taken the glass, he sat down. He took a sip of his own drink, watching her all the while. Sofia swirled the liquid for a moment before putting her soft, full lips to the rim and taking a sip. John watched, riveted, as she pursed her lips and swallowed, the long, elegant muscles of her neck moving ever so slightly. His hands itched to stroke that smooth, tan skin, to follow the line of her neck down to her shoulder first with his finger, then with his tongue. Shaking his head, he forced himself to sit back and look out over the ocean again. You need to get a grip, my friend, he told himself. Sofia had made him curious, though, and so he turned to her. "How is the drink?" "It's fine. You did well." John nodded, unsure how to respond. The assertive—bossy, even—tone seemed odd, but he liked it. Sofia appeared to sense his uncertainty and turned to him with a smile. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound abrupt. My job requires that kind of tone, and sometimes I forget to switch it off." She gave a low, sultry laugh that rolled through John's body and sent all his blood south. "Part of the reason I came on vacation was to get out of that habit." "You don't necessarily have to switch it off all the time." John chose his words, testing the waters. "I find assertive women to be quite attractive, myself." "Do you?" Sofia raised one eyebrow into a perfect arch. "I do." John nodded. "I much prefer a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to say so. It's sexy, if you don't mind my saying so." "I don't mind." Her eyes roamed over John's body. He took deep breaths, trying to appear relaxed, only moving one leg to hide the evidence of his excitement. "Looks like you don't mind, either." John cleared his throat and met her eyes. "No, I don't. You are the sexiest woman I've seen in a long time." She let out a deep, rich laugh, but her eyes stayed focused on him. "I'll bet you've said that to at least half a dozen women since you got here." She gestured up and down the beach. "There is no shortage of women, most of who would be...smaller than I, and more attractive." He shook his head. "I prefer a woman who...looks like a woman. Like you." "Really?" She shifted in her seat so that her legs draped over the side, her feet resting on the soft white sand. John's attention drifted down, then jerked back up when she cleared her throat, with a stop on the way for her breasts. The pale blue bikini top only accentuated the tanned skin, and the valley between them begged him to trail a finger, or better yet, his tongue, along the smooth surface. With a slight shake of his head, he met her eyes. "You don't believe me?" he asked with the trace of a smile. "Convince me." Her voice was low, but the order was unmistakable. John nodded, but didn't reply right away. He knew this was a test, and although he didn't know the reward, he wanted to pass. He took his time and chose his answer with care. She wasn't saying, Convince me that I'm sexy. Instead, John knew she was saying, Convince me that you're worthy of me. After a few moments, he was ready and lifted his green eyes to meet her sparkling brown ones. "It doesn't matter, on the face of it, whether a woman is thin or not, whether she is tall or short. What matters is how she carries herself. I could tell you—and I'm sure others have—that your long, dark hair feels like silk; that your skin smells like coconuts and feels like satin; that your legs make my mouth water. "But who has told you that the way you walk shows how much you are in control, and how much you like it? And who has told you they have found that attractive?" John took a breath; Sofia's eyes were fixed on him. Her breathing was more rapid, but it was the only reaction she made. He felt as though there was no one else on the whole beach; as though they were alone in their own world. "Who has told you that what they want most is to let you exercise that control over them? That nothing is more attractive, more exciting, than the idea of catering to your wishes?" He leaned forward and lowered his voice. "Who has told you that the only thing greater than their desire to touch you, is their desire for you to tell them to do so?" He sat back and waited for her to speak. She tilted her head, keeping her eyes fixed on him. He wondered what she thought of him, of his body. He did his best to stay in shape, but couldn't bring himself to be as obsessed as some of his friends. He tried to imagine what she would be seeing: a man about six feet tall with dark-blond hair in need of a cut (he'd been too busy with work to get it done); a reasonably fit body—no six-pack abs but no excess of fat, either; and desire plain in his eyes. He had taken off his sunglasses earlier and now was glad. She has to see it in my eyes, he thought as the anticipation built. Any pretty woman can get any man hard; but that's plain lust, not desire. For long minutes, Sofia's eyes studied his body and he did his best not to fidget, or to press for a reaction. With no warning, she stood up, holding her drink. "Get my bag, and your things. Follow me." Her tone brooked no argument and John was only too happy to comply. Sofia strode away and John hurried to gather their towels and her bag and then followed. She led him down the beach, past the bar, then back a bit into the cover of the trees. The crowd had thinned on the sand, he'd noticed, as everyone began making their way back to their rooms to prepare for dinner. Voices faded and were replaced with the crash of waves, and the gentle flicker of wind through the palm fronds. "Lay down one of the towels." Sofia's voice was firm; John hastened to obey. "I think I need a bit of a massage." She lowered herself to the towel and stretched her legs out, then stared at him, head cocked to the side, as though she was solving a puzzle. She beckoned him down to her, placing a hand on his chest to stop him when he was on his knees. "What should I call you?" she mused. She dragged a finger nail down his chest and made him shiver. "We should make this special, shouldn't we? You'd like it if I picked a pet name for you?" "Yes, I would." John paused, then allowed himself a small smile. "Miss Sofia." She dropped her head back and gave a low, rich laugh. "You catch on quickly, don't you? I like that. I think for now I'll call you 'pet.'" "I'd like that, Miss Sofia." John kept his eyes on hers though the temptation to let them roam over her body was strong. Especially as she lay back, propped on her elbows, presenting her breasts to him; he knew better than to touch them without instructions. "What would you like me to do?" "A massage, as I said." She turned over, hiding her lovely breasts but revealing her back and derriere. John flexed his hands as he fought the urge to touch her body. She continued, "Start with my feet, then work your way up my legs. There's oil in the bag." She looked back at him, eyes hidden under half-closed lids. "And behave yourself, pet. There may be a reward if you do." "Yes, Miss Sofia." John reached for her bag and found the bag of suntan oil. He squeezed some into his hand, then rubbed his palms together to warm it. "Hurry now, pet, I'm waiting." "Yes, Miss." John reached down and closed his hands around one perfect foot, sighing to himself as he did. At last, he thought with relief, I'm touching her. He rubbed in gentle but firm circles, taking care to stroke each toe, smiling to himself at the contented sigh he elicited from her. He finished one foot, then pampered the other, and then needed more oil to continue on her legs. As before, he squeezed some into his hand and warmed it up. He shifted to the side and laid his hand on her leg, hissing out a breath as he ran his hand over the silky skin, stroking and kneading the muscles underneath. "You've done this before, haven't you, pet?" Sofia shifted on the towel, causing her buttocks to roll under the thin material of her bikini bottom and John to catch his breath. "Y...Yes, Miss Sofia. A time or two." "You're quite good." "Thank you, Miss." "When you're done the other leg, you may rub the oil on my back, pet." "Thank you, Miss Sofia." John had to count backwards from ten to keep from exploding right then. Just the idea of running his hands over the satiny plains of her back was enough to make him harder than he'd ever been. Her order to do it made everything more intense. Deep breaths, he told himself, deep, deep breaths. He counted the inhales and exhales as he drizzled more oil onto his hand and warmed it. His heart pounded as he lowered his hands to her back; he was almost surprised they weren't trembling. He was unable to stifle a groan as he touched the warm, smooth skin. "Thank you, Miss Sofia." One more deep breath, and the scent of her skin and the oil went straight to his head. "This is heaven." She let out another husky laugh and this time the sound went straight to his groin. He gritted his teeth and counted until he was under control again. Another laugh like that, he thought, and I don't think I'll be able to contain myself. "You may untie me, pet." "Pardon, Miss?" John blinked; he'd been lost in tantalizing thoughts of Sofia. "My top." She turned and regarded him with a cool gaze. "You may untie it so that no oil gets on my suit. You are paying attention, aren't you, pet?" "Yes, Miss." He smiled over the excited knots in his stomach. "It was only your beauty that distracted me." "You flatter me, pet." She favored him with a half-smile as she lay back down. "I like that." John reached for his own towel to wipe the oil from his hands before reaching to untie the bow below her shoulder blades. His imagination started to veer into unexplored territory, conjuring images of her breasts unfettered by the blue material, but he pulled himself back and concentrated on the tie behind her neck. With an audible swallow, he moved her hair—it was long and felt like silk, as he knew it would—to the side so that he wouldn't pull it as he loosened the strings on her top. He laid the strings on the towel and reached again for the suntan oil. Sofia gave a soft, contented sigh. "Thank you, pet, that feels much nicer." "I'm glad you're pleased, Miss Sofia." There was silence for a few moments as John rubbed the oil onto her back with long, lingering strokes. He ran his fingers along her spine, and she arched her back in appreciation. "A little lower, pet." Another deep breath and John let his hands go lower, kneading the muscles just above her backside, which was still hidden by the second piece of her bathing suit. Would she urge him to go even lower, he wondered, and let out a shaky breath at the thought. "I think you've earned a small reward." Sofia's voice held a hint of teasing. "Yes, Miss?" John kept his voice even. "You can remove my suit bottom. Then you can massage my backside; I think I'd enjoy that." As would I, he thought. Aloud, he said, "Yes, Miss. I'll do my best." He hooked his fingers around the thin edges of the small piece of material, at her hips, and began to pull it down. His movements were slow, as much to ensure he didn't harm the material or scratch Sofia as to prolong his own pleasure, even if it was almost painful. As the material came down, revealing the soft, round globes that were as tan as the rest of her body, John forced himself to look anywhere but there. He could feel his arousal, throbbing in his swim trunks, and he needed to keep himself under control. Looking at her shapely calves didn't make it easy, but it helped. He set the suit bottom aside, took a deep breath and reached for the bottle again. He repeated his routine: pour the oil, set the bottle down, warm the oil in his hands. So as not to startle her, and to demonstrate he could show restraint, he began massaging her thighs, starting above her knees. He used short strokes this time, only wanting to accustom her to his hands since he'd already massaged her legs. As he worked his way up, he let his gaze wander over her rear end. It was, as he'd suspected, perfect. Round and soft, lush like the rest of her. He tried not to hurry his strokes, but he'd been holding himself back so long that it became impossible. An inhale, an exhale, and at last he was touching the supple skin and feeling the muscles underneath. Sofia shifted, her legs parting slightly, and before he could avert his eyes, John caught a glimpse of her sex. There were sparse dark curls and moisture glistened on them as well as the skin. He blinked, had an image of himself using his tongue to pleasure her, and his restraint broke. With a grunt, he turned slightly away from Sofia; he knew she would know what had happened, but he could at least try to keep her towel clean. One, two, three pulses and his trunks were wet, although not from the water. His breath was ragged. "Are you all right, pet?" Sofia rose up on her elbows and turned her head to look at him. Her eyes slid up and down his body and she smiled. "You look...winded." "I'm fine, Miss Sofia." He gave her a rueful smile. "I'm afraid I couldn't contain myself." She laughed. "Literally, I see. Well, that's fine, pet." She reached over and stroked his thigh and he shivered at the unexpected sensation of her hand on his skin. "I'm flattered and I see no point in denying anyone pleasure." "I hadn't meant to, Miss, but...your body is wonderful." His eyes darkened and he let a smile play over his lips. "I'm so glad you've given me the privilege of touching it." "You should be." Sofia's tone went from playful to prim. "And now, I believe you have more work to do. I'll turn over." John didn't even have a chance to catch his breath; she moved smoothly onto her back, propped up on her elbows, not even bothering to keep her top in place. He managed not to gape as he drank in the sight of her. His gaze swept up from her feet, over the shapely calves and silky thighs, lingering for a moment on the dark curls between them before going on to a smooth abdomen. As he reached her breasts, he couldn't make himself hurry. He'd imagined them for what seemed like hours and now had the chance to look at them. Reality exceeded his fantasy and his mouth went dry. He could imagine how the skin would feel under his hands, how the brown nipples would feel like pebbles as he ran his palms over them. That led to thoughts of how warm and wet she would feel lower, between her legs. He wondered if he was sweating; the idea of touching or tasting her there made him feel like a man dying of thirst being near an oasis. Island Encounter "Go on, pet." Sofia gave him an arch look. "I don't recall giving you permission to stare." "My apologies, Miss." He ducked his head as he reached for the oil. "I couldn't look away." "So I noticed." She lowered herself to the towel and closed her eyes. "Start with the feet again, pet, although you don't need to take too long. That felt very nice. And remove your swimsuit," she added. "I like to look as well." "Yes, Miss." His stomach tightened but he slid his trunks off, not daring to look at her face to see her reaction now. As directed, John started with her feet, making sure to run his thumbs over the balls of her feet. She'd enjoyed that, he knew. After a few moments, he began working his way up her calves. His heart began to hammer in his chest and he took a break for more oil in large part to calm it. As he placed his hands on her knees and began to massage her thighs, he gave up trying to avoid looking at her sex. She parted her legs, both to accommodate his hands but also, he thought, to tease him. Her pubic hair was sparse but curly, and he imagined how it would feel as he ran his fingers through—if she deigned to let him do so. Sofia had said she saw no point in denying pleasure; that didn't mean she might not have some fun delaying it. He rubbed the oil into her skin, lingering as long as he could on her thighs, and then her hips and abdomen. He did rub his hand over the top of her mound, but it was far as he dared go. She's killing me, he thought as his pulse quickened, and she's probably loving every second of it. He, on the other hand, was tensing up again. With her naked body before him and his hands on it, so close to such intimate places, his erection had returned in full force. When she moved a bit and brushed his erection with her hand, he gasped and had to stop his ministrations. His mind raced with thoughts of her keeping her hand in place, stroking him, but he shook them out and continued, although his heart was racing. His hands were firm on her ribs as his thumbs moved in circles. He dared a glance up at her face and saw her eyes closed but a smile on her lips. Pleased that she appeared to be enjoying his efforts, he moved his hands up further so that he almost brushed the underside of her breasts. Would she let him touch her breasts? The idea that she wouldn't made him feel hollow. Surely, after all this time, she would let him do that, wouldn't she? "Pet?" Her voice cut through the fog of his thoughts. "Yes, Miss Sofia?" "You'll be doing my breasts next. Make sure you use use plenty of oil; the skin there can be sensitive and I don't like it to be dry." "Of course, Miss." John's heart stuttered as he once again poured oil into his hands and warmed it. Once again, he had a sense of being tested, and so he began rubbing the oil into the sides of her breasts, reveling in the soft warmth. Sofia made an approving noise and John relaxed. He carried on, paying close attention to her reactions and adjusting his touch accordingly. He drew in a long, deep breath as his palms covered the front of her breasts and he felt her nipples underneath. The sensation was as he'd imagined, little pebbles under the center of his hands. His fingers dug gently into the tan flesh as he massaged, and there was no hiding his body's reaction. The one advantage, he thought, of having come earlier, was that despite how aroused he was, he'd last longer this time. "Shoulders now, pet." "Yes, Miss Sofia." With some reluctance, John moved along her body and reached over to rub her shoulders. His mind had started to drift when his body jerked; it took a moment to realize that she had touched him. Her finger traced lazy circles around his nipples. "Oh, Miss." "You're very handsome, pet. I think I would enjoy your body." "It's yours, of course, Miss Sofia." "Is it now?" He was coming to adore that laughing, questioning tone of her voice. "Certainly, Miss." She let him work on her shoulders for a few more minutes before laying one hand on his arm. "That's enough. Thank you, pet. That was wonderful." "You're welcome, Miss Sofia. I'm glad I could please you." "You did, and you aren't done yet." John's heart raced as he fought back a grin. "No, Miss?" "No." She sat up, and her breasts swayed. He bit the inside of his cheek to douse his excitement at the view. "You've already had your release, and I think it's hardly fair that I haven't had mine." His eyes widened. "Miss Sofia, I'm sorry. If you had just told me..." "I'm telling you now." Her tone was brisk. "And so, I think you should turn your efforts now to arousing me, don't you think? Shouldn't I feel the same pleasure?" "Of course, Miss!" Desperation crept up within him. He wanted nothing more than to please her, he just needed the chance. "Good." She nodded. "But I think...I think we will need to make it challenging." That playful note was in her voice again and he grew even harder. "So," she continued, "I think I have an idea for that." "Yes, Miss Sofia?" He forced the words out through a dry throat. "On your knees, pet, and turn around." He did, and his member jumped as he felt her nimble fingers on his skin, and then something else. "I'm finished; turn back now." He obeyed and found that she'd restrained his hands. Looking around, he realized that the top of her bikini was missing. He closed his eyes and gave a low groan and moved his arms, realizing she'd used her top to tie them. It had seemed so flimsy on her, yet now it had no give. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, his breath racing as he met her gaze. "Now, pet." She settled back on her elbows, then drew her knees up. "Your massage was quite good, but I'm looking for another form of relaxation now. I think you know what I mean." She leaned her knees to the left, then to the right, her legs together and hiding the part of her he was dying to see again. "You do know, don't you, pet?" He nodded, trying to keep his breathing steady. "All right then." Inch by inch, she moved her legs apart. He stared, mesmerized. "Now, you'll have to be diligent, pet, since your hands are of no use." "Yes...yes, Miss." His voice was just above a whisper. "You may begin." Sofia remained propped on her arms, her legs now open, her sex in full view. "Now, pet." "Yes, Miss Sofia." John took a breath, then shuffled forward on his knees to get closer. He shifted to gain his balance, staring all the while at the sight before him, hardly daring to think it was real. He leaned forward, spreading his knees apart for balance and inhaling her scent, which made his senses reel. Although he wanted to, he knew better than to assault her as though he hadn't seen a woman in years. Miss Sofia wouldn't appreciate that. He didn't want to make her wait, but neither did he want her to think he had no restraint, no finesse. Then there was no more time to think, as her soft, wet nether lips were within reach of his tongue. He traced the edges, getting his first taste of her and groaning when he did. He smelled the coconut scent from her suntan oil, mixed with the sweet and salty essence of Sofia. A rush of excitement rolled through his body and with a major effort of will, he managed not to come. "Very nice, pet. Continue." Her voice was low and husky and he throbbed again at both her tone and her approval. Instead of thanking her, as he supposed he should have, he continued to explore her with his mouth. His tongue traveled in and out, around and over the silky, slick folds. Almost by accident, his tongue rubbed over the bud at the top and she jerked a little. John smiled to himself, pleased by her reaction. She was wet and flowing and he couldn't get enough of the way she tasted. He thought about what would happen when she came, and he began to concentrate on that instead of just exciting her. She hissed out a breath as he redirected his efforts to her sensitive bud. "Yes, pet. Keep doing that." He paused long enough to say, "Yes, Miss Sofia," in a raspy voice before resuming. "Pet?" Her voice was even but he could hear the desire underneath. "Yes, Miss?" He stopped once again, although it was hard. He looked up and saw her stroking her breasts and teasing her nipples. "Be sure to contain yourself. I have further plans after this." "Yes, Miss Sofia." With an effort, he put the vision of her rolling her nipples out of his head in order to comply with her wishes. His tongue flicked and swirled, and her breathing grew ragged as her hips moved against his mouth. After she made an audible gasp, he closed his lips over the spot and sucked. She bucked against him and cried out. She hasn't told me to stop, John reasoned, so I'd better wait until she does. He smiled to himself as he continued to lick and suck, relishing every drop of her, every gasp and movement of her hips. After a time, he felt a hand on his head, pressing back, and he obeyed. He sighed in relief as he knelt back. As enjoyable as it had been, his body was shaking from the effort of pleasing her without being able to use his arms even to brace himself. There was no sound aside from the wind through the leaves and the ragged breathing of the two on the sand. "You are a treasure, pet." Sofia took a deep breath and laid her hands on her stomach. "I was fortunate to find you." "So was I, Miss." John relaxed a bit, sat back on his heels and tried to even out his breathing. "I had feared I'd spend this whole vacation at a loss for what to do." She laughed. "I thought the whole point of a vacation was not having much to do." He chuckled and shrugged. "That too, but when I looked ahead and saw all this open time, I wasn't sure what to do with it." "Well." Sofia rose to her knees. "I think we might be able to keep you occupied, pet. If you'd like." "I would." He nodded. "Good." She studied him for a moment, then looked concerned. "Are you all right, pet?" "Fine, Miss Sofia," he assured her. "Although I would ask that my arms be released, just for a few moments." "I think we can compromise." Sofia stood and walked behind him. He felt the warmth of her body as she knelt down, and the soft brush of her nipples against his back. He dropped his head forward and concentrated on not coming. She released his hands and he sighed as he brought his arms forward, rolling his shoulders and rubbing his wrists to release the tension. Sofia watched as he did and then said, "Here, pet. Hold out your hands." He did and she bound them again, this time in front. "There." She smiled. "That should do nicely. Now, lay back on the towel, pet." With a feeling of pleasant apprehension, he did. He had to admit it wasn't a bad situation. Lying on the towel, with his arms in front of him, he could at last let his body relax. He also had a perfect view of Sofia's lush body above him and had lifted his hands up to her before he realized it. She raised and eyebrow and tsk-ed in mock disappointment. "I never said to touch, pet. That calls for a bit more punishment." Sofia reached over and found her suit bottom, and arranged it to cover his eyes. "Now, lift your arms over your head." His body tense with anticipation, he did. How could I have done that? he wondered. He could sense her next to him, but it was torture not to be able to see her. He could rely on his imagination, of course, but to be denied the sight of her body now, when he was helpless before her...Her voice caught his attention again. "If you behave pet, perhaps I'll remove that. For now, you're just mine." "Yes...yes, Miss." "And what a lovely body this is," she murmured. She dragged her fingernails over his chest; his nipples hardened and every muscle in his body clenched. In a low, silky voice, she made comments as she stroked his skin, touching him everywhere but the one place he knew—and she knew—he wanted to be touched the most. "Patience, pet." Her voice was a husky whisper by his ear, and her tongue flicked out over the lobe. He couldn't help the way his body jerked. "Control, pet." She tsk-ed again. "I'm not ready for that yet. I know you won't disappoint me." "N..no, Miss." She resumed her explorations, and he gasped when he caught the scent of her sex again. She settled her body over his chest, and the warm wetness he felt made holding off his orgasm one of the great challenges of his life. Somehow, he managed. When she at last wrapped her fingers around his erection, he couldn't hold back a long, low groan. His hips arched up as her hand moved up and down in slow, firm strokes. "Oh, Miss. I am so grateful." "I know." A few more languorous strokes and she said, "Remember, pet. Control." He didn't have time to acknowledge it before she took him in her mouth. His eyes widened beneath his blindfold and he blanked his mind in his efforts to retain the control she had admonished him about. Her tongue whirled around him, over the head of his shaft and then down the sides. She held him still with her hands as her mouth played over him. He'd never felt anything like this in his life and doubted he would again. Still, he concentrated on holding himself back. She might take you inside her body, he told himself. That's worth waiting for. There was no guarantee, but focusing on that helped keep him from exploding from her attentions. He wished she'd uncover his eyes. Her backside, he thought, would be in a perfect position for him to admire it. He might even catch a glimpse of those wonderful, wet lips if she leaned forward far enough. As she leaned forward, sliding her mouth up and down his erection, he could feel her breasts and nipples as they grazed his skin. She continued for some time and he began to think he wasn't going to last when she trailed her tongue up his length and then sat up. He felt her move and bit back a moan at the idea that he'd missed seeing that part of her again. Then she stroked his face and he blinked as she removed the makeshift blindfold. "You have amazing control, pet." She smiled and ran her tongue over her lips. "I've had many men who haven't lasted half as long as you." "I've let myself hope for a reward, Miss." He gave her a pained smile in return. "It helped keep my focus." "I'm sure it did." She ran one finger over his lips, then along his jaw. "I'm of a mind to give you that reward, although there's one final task." "Anything, Miss." "Bring your arms down." John moved his arms forward so that his hands rested on his stomach, inches from the wet heat that he itched to touch. "Now." She gave him a predatory look and moved her body up until her thighs were on either side of his face. "Once more, pet." Anything, Miss. He kept his eyes open as she lifted her sex over his lips and lowered herself so that he had access. Once again he dragged his tongue over the lips, savoring her taste, and then, as she came even closer, he thrust his tongue inside. She made a sound low in her throat and he continued, alternating sliding his tongue inside with running it over the wonderful little pearl; the action made her rock her hips back and forth. Sensitive from his earlier attentions, Sofia climaxed after only a few moments. John was pleased but wished he could have made it last longer. He managed one last slide of his tongue inside her before she rose up and maneuvered herself back. "That was lovely." Sofia's eyes were bright and her lips a deep red, swollen slightly from where she'd bitten her lip. "And now, I think we've both been waiting for this." John stared, mesmerized, as she rose up over him, then lowered herself just enough so that the tip of his staff brushed the velvet heat of her sex. She rocked back and forth and he hissed out a breath. "Remember, pet," she said as she slid lower. "Not too quickly." He gritted his teeth as her body enveloped him. For a moment he was lost in the sensation. She was wet like the ocean, hot like the sun. "You feel wonderful, Miss. Thank you." John stared at her, watched as her breasts bounced in time with the rhythm she set, raising and lowering herself on him. Her dusky lips hid and then revealed his own raging desire; he had no idea how he had lasted this long without coming. "I need more stimulation, pet." She rolled her hips as she leaned forward, presenting her breasts to him. "Go on, use your mouth." She winked and gave him a wicked grin. "You used it so well on other parts of me." "Yes, Miss." He raised his head and took one hardened nipple in his mouth, pleased when she threw her head back and gave a soft cry. After a moment, he pulled back and released the delicious pebble with a small pop, then turned to take the other one between his lips and tongue. He laved it, sucking and running his tongue in circles. Sofia groaned and flexed her muscles and he let go with a gasp. "Miss Sofia. I'm sorry, I can't..." Her body clamped around his. "Now, pet! Come now!" He could only obey, his hips thrusting up into her almost of their own volition. It seemed like every molecule in his body came apart in her; he saw stars. She collapsed on top of him; he wished he could stroke her back, but his hands were still bound. He was first aware of the quiet. Aside from their quiet, ragged breathing, he heard nothing. Then there was the sound of the waves; then, the breeze through the leaves. Music flitted down from the restaurants and clubs in the resort. He opened his eyes and saw the sun was setting, wondered how long they had been there. "My, pet. I never thought I'd meet someone like you at a place like this." He laughed and she joined in as she pushed herself up. "I hadn't expected to meet anyone like you, either, Miss Sofia." She smiled as she untied her top. "I think you can call me Sofia. For now." John sat up and reached for his towel. He shook it out and wiped the sand off of Sofia's arms and legs. "If you'd like." "You're here alone, aren't you, John?" He paused before answering. "I arrived alone." She stepped into her suit bottom, then swung the top from her fingers. He held his breath. "Tie this for me, please." "Of course, M...Sofia." He stood, his own suit still on the ground and tied the halter around her neck and back. "And you'll need that." She gestured at his trunks, then gave a smile that had his blood rushing south again. She laughed. "Especially if that's going to happen again." He pulled on his trunks and shook out his towel. "It's only a testament to your beauty." "You are a flatterer." She shook her head, still smiling. "I think I may need to keep you around." "At your service, of course." They walked back to the beach, returned their towels and began making their way back to the guest buildings. "Which one are you staying in?" Sofia asked. "Building Seventeen, second floor." John turned to look at her; her head came about to his shoulder. Her dark hair was lustrous and gave no sign of their earlier activities. "Fate must be on my side." Sofia let her eyes run up and down his body once more. "I'm also in building Seventeen, on the third floor." "What luck." John stepped back to allow her to go first on the path when it narrowed. "Perhaps we'll see each other." He didn't try to hide the hopeful note in his voice. "Oh, I believe we will." The rest of the walk passed in companionable silence, with a faint undercurrent of tension. They arrived at their building, and John offered to see her to her room. She accepted and they ascended the steps together. Her room was on the corner, providing a view of both the ocean and some of the grounds. "I believe it must be time for dinner." Sofia pulled her card key out and tapped it against her fingers. "It is." He nodded. "If I may, I'd be honored if you would join me." Island Encounter "Yes, I'm sure you would." She slid the key through the reader, then pushed the door open. "If so, pet, you'd better hurry. I'm hungry and will be ready in twenty minutes." His eyes gleamed. "Yes, Miss Sofia."