4 comments/ 35287 views/ 7 favorites Get Away Ch. 01 By: cuninglinguist61 This story starts out a little slow, but it is, hopefully, the beginning of a series that will pick up a bit in the next chapters. Let me know what you think. As in all of my stories, all of the women in this series will be based on real women that I've known . . . SOME quite intimately, others just as friends, but still fantasized about. Some of the stories will also be based on true events. ***** I was in my late thirties and newly divorced when I found out that an uncle of mine was dying of cancer. My Uncle Charles was, much like me, the "black sheep" of the family. He and his late wife, Margaret, never had children, so they looked at me as their son. When Aunt Margaret had just passed away, I knew that it hit my uncle hard, having been with her for more than 50 years. After her burial, Uncle Charles and I sat down, alone, and started working on a bottle of his favorite Irish Whiskey. As we drank, he told me about a piece of property that he owned in the Carribean. Everyone in the family had heard rumors of this place, but no one knew for sure that it existed, for Uncle Charles felt that no one deserved to see it, being the way that he was treated by them all. "I'm dying, boyo," he told me. "I've been fighting the cancer for a year now, and without my Maggie, I just don't care. I miss her already, and I want to be with her." At that point, my uncle was in his early nineties, but still as tough, stubborn, and feisty as could be. As much as I could not believe that he was giving up, I understood his reasoning. Before I could say anything, he continued. "I want you to have my land," he told me. "You deserve it, and you'll love it." He went on to describe it, and then told me, "I want you to have it, but I'm not going to leave it to you in my will. There's no reason you should pay a tax on something that I worked for, so I'm going to sell it to you." At that, he pulled a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and slid it across to me. "I had my solicitor draw this up," he told me as I started to read it. I was reading a sales contract for his property, in Jamaica. According to the contract, he owned thirty acres of oceanfront property, that he was selling me for the sum of $1. "Are you sure this is legal?" I asked in disbelief. "ONE dollar?" "As I said," my uncle informed me, "my solicitor drew it up. I assure you that it's quite legal. Because I owned it back when the Brits controlled the place, I'm grand-fathered in on owning property, and so is any family member I sell it to." "Either you buy it from me, or you pay Uncle Sam, and the Jamaicans, an immense amount of taxes, along with legal fees. I do believe that this is the wiser choice, isn't it?" he continued. "Yes, I have to agree, it is the much wiser choice," I said. "So, give me a dollar, lad, and it's yours." Being no fool, I did as was told, we shook hands on the deal, and drained our glasses. "What is this stipulation about the caretakers?" I asked, as I reread the contract. "And the other one about not selling the place to developers?" "Ahh, the Livingstons have been with me since I bought the place, right after the war," he said. "They're good people, hard working, and I don't want them without a home, especially after all they've done for me and my Maggie." "I also don't want the place to become one of those damn 'super-resorts' that have overtaken the islands. For fuck sake! Enough of that over-development nonsense! My getaway has charm to it, and I want it to stay like that!" "If that's a problem, lad, you can have your dollar back and the deal's off," he said simply, pouring us another round. "It's not a problem at all," I replied, smiling at my uncle. "I just wanted to know." "Good. I knew you were a smart lad, and fair," he responded. "Now, you should know that you won't have to worry about the upkeep of the property. I know you're comfortable, but there's a wee fund stashed away for taxes and maintenance, along with another for the Livingstons to live on." "That's not a problem," I assured my uncle, and we drank the night away. A little over a month later, we were burying my uncle. I was the only family member with him when he passed. After the funeral, the family was shocked, and a bit outraged, not only to hear that my uncle's property did indeed exist, but that he had already sold it to me. Before I decided what to do with the property, I knew that I had to go see it, so I booked a flight and packed my bags. At the time, I was on a seasonal lay off from my construction job, so getting the time off wasn't a problem. I spent the next few weeks in Jamaica, enjoying the warmth and sunshine, and getting to know my new piece of property. I was quite pleased to find that it was in very good condition, despite my uncle not being there for a few years, and having very few paying guests at all. I met the Livingstons, who consisted of the mom, Betsy, a slightly chubby but very cute, bright-eyed, dark-skinned woman who looked a couple of years older than me, her daughter Rita, who appeared to be in her late twenties, and her son Valentine, who was in his mid-twenties. Rita was about 5'3", maybe 115 lbs, and had a skin tone that reminded me of coffee with a splash of Bailey's. She had a look of innocence that was almost disarming, and a beauty that definitely was. Her brother, Valentine, was a foot taller than Rita, and rock solid. Like his sister, he had his mother's bright eyes, which I knew must drive the women crazy, along with his build and his sense of humor. Betsy, along with running the family, ran the kitchen, Rita took care of the business end of the property, and Valentine was the handyman/driver/landscaper/etc. The property included eight villas, four of them one bedroom and the other two were two bedroom, along with a house that Betsy and her family lived in and a main house which would be mine. The main house was relatively small, at about 1000 sq. ft., and included a large patio that had a gate opening to a walkway down to the ocean and an outdoor shower. The house also had a small working kitchen and two bedrooms, along with one larger living/dining room. It was perfect for me. I spent the first night having dinner with Betsy and her family, getting to know them. I also found out quite a bit about my uncle that I had never known, including the fact that he had been knighted by the Queen for his heroic actions in WW II. That night, Betsy amazed me with her cooking, and she was just as pleased knowing that I liked the local cuisine, as well as knew quite a bit about it and the culture and history of the island. The next few days were spent with Rita filling me in on the business aspects of the property, as well as how things really get done on the island, and she and Valentine showed me around the area, introducing me to people that I needed to know to keep things running smoothly. The more time I spent with them, the more impressed I was. They were both highly intelligent, easy going, and had a great sense of humor, all things that carried a lot of weight with me. On my third day there, I had a meeting with my uncle's local solicitor, a short, elderly man named Peter, who's ties with my uncle went back to when he first bought the property. At that meting, I discovered that my uncle's "wee fund" that he had stashed away consisted of more than a two million dollars, money that he had made from business ventures back in Ireland, England, and the islands when he was younger. He had deposited all of his earnings into various banks, letting the interest accrue, and he wanted all of it to go to the upkeep of his "get away." This was in addition to another half-million stashed away for the sole purpose of maintaining the Livingstons. Peter also explained that while he was retired, he had a gentleman's agreement with my uncle to remain on as his local counsel, and that if I wished, he would be honored to remain so. I assured him that if my uncle trusted him, so did I, and we shook hands on our own agreement. With all of this new-found information, I was faced with a question of either keeping the property as it was, basically a private escape, or turning it into an actual working resort. After thinking about it for a couple of days, going over what my uncle had said to me, I decided that trying to turn this into a working resort was what he would have wanted. I asked Betsy to put together another "family dinner" for the four of us, and that night, I laid out my plans as we ate pool side. I told them that things would basically stay the way they were, but on a hopefully bigger scale. Betsy would run the kitchen, and hire some local chefs to help her, Rita would run the front end of the resort, and Valentine would be in charge of the physical property. All final decisions would, however, be mine. I also told them that I had already contacted a couple of friends of mine back in Chicago who were influential travel agents and writers, as well as a P.R. firm that would be working up some advertising for me. I wanted them to help me run the resort, to make it a success. I told them that I would give them a share of the profits annually, as an incentive. Betsy, naturally, was unsure of the offer. Having always working for someone else, and being skeptical of outsiders, I talked to her some more. When I explained what my plan was, basically to make my Uncle's getaway into a small "boutique" resort catering more to the working and middle classes, and that she would still have control over the kitchen, as long as she shared it with me on occasion, she accepted my proposal. We finished off a bottle of Appleton Black label to celebrate, and I told Rita that I'd like to talk to her while I walked back to my place, to go over a few things I wanted done while I was gone. As I excused myself from the table, Betsy asked to talk to me first. "My baby girl like you," she told me in her island lilt, when we were alone in the kitchen. "Please don't do nothing to hurt her. She's a good girl, sweet and innocent, and she's been hurt enough by men." I explained that I had no intention of hurting Rita, or any of them, and that while I liked Rita, I didn't like her in a romantic way. I also had no intention to mix work with pleasure. Betsy seemed pleased by my response, and told me that she could see a lot of my uncle in me, something I took as a compliment. After I left Betsy and the kitchen, I met Rita, who was still sitting pool side, and started talking with her as we walked towards my house. When we got there, she said that she wanted to talk to me also, so I walked her through the house and out onto my patio so we could talk. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?" I asked. "Well, first I would like to know what my mother really wanted to talk to you about," she replied. I stood there for a second, looking at her. "Ok," I said. "She wants to make sure that you don't get hurt. She doesn't appear to have a very high opinion of men, and she seems to think that I'm going to do something that will hurt you." Rita laughed and hung her head. "I love my mother," she told me, "but sometimes she just doesn't want to let me grow up." "Yeah," I laughed, "mothers can be like that, sometimes." "But, I AM a grown woman," she said softly, stepping toward me. "And I make my own decisions." "I would imagine so," I told her. "So, what else did you want to talk to me about?" I asked, getting a little nervous. "Actually," she replied, taking another step toward me, "I didn't want to do much talking at all. I want to give you a proper send-off, and leave you with something to think about while you're gone." I didn't say anything as Rita stood less than an arm's length away and slowly began to unbutton her blouse. "I'm warm," she said, looking in my eyes. "Do you mind if I take this off?" "Hold on a second," I told her, reaching up and taking a hold of her wrists. "What's wrong?" she asked, her beautiful brown eyes wide. "You don't think I'm attractive?" "No, you're beautiful," I told her. "What then? You don't want me?" "Umm, no, that's not it. Not at all," I replied. "Well, then? What is it?" she pressed, moving her wrists in my grip. "I don't know," I told her, shocked at her assertiveness. "This is kind of surprising. I don't know what to think." "Then don't think," she said in her island lilt, smiling. "Just follow your instincts, and do what your body tell you to do." "But, you work for me," I replied. "I'm also closer to your mother's age than yours. In the U.S., this is kind of frowned on. It could lead to all sorts of problems." "Well, right now, we're not working," she said. "I don't care about your age, and this isn't the U.S. Even in the U.S., you can't get in trouble if I come to you, can you?" "That depends," I told her, "but right now, I'm more worried about your mother...and your brother." "I'll deal with my mother," she told me, as she gently shook off my hands and resumed opening her blouse. "As for Valentine, he's off fucking his girlfriend right now, so he don't care." "But, he may care in the morning," I said, trying to muster up some kind of argument as I stared at her small, firm breasts. While they were a little small, they fit her body perfectly, with Hershey Kiss nipples standing out in the center. "Trust me, he don't care," she told me softly, sliding her blouse off of her shoulders and dropping it to the floor of the patio. "He knew I was coming here. He would have told me not to if he cared." "I just want to fuck, too," she continued. "I don't want to marry you. I don't want your money. I just want you. I haven't had a man in over a year. You're a good man, I can tell. I need it, and now!" I didn't say anything, still shocked at the aggressiveness of this woman that I thought was so innocent, as I watched her reach behind her back and undo the zipper to her skirt. Wordlessly, she let it drop, and stepped out of it, kicking it over to join her blouse. She quickly kicked off her shoes, and stood in front of me wearing nothing but a pair of black lace boy-shorts and a smile. "Do you see anything you like?" she asked, turning around for me. My eyes gazed on her tight, firm ass, and I shook my head. "Yes," I replied. "Everything." "That's good, then," she said, stepping toward me again. "But now, one of us is overdressed." Before I could say, or do, anything, Rita reached up and started unbuttoning my shirt. She soon tossed it on the cushion of the oversized lounge that was out there and closed the gap between us. I could feel her nipples pressing into my chest as she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around her and firmly gripped her ass cheeks, gently squeezing them. As we separated, she looked up at me. "That was a beautiful kiss," she said. "I hope you can do other things with your mouth just as well." "Meanwhile, I'll show you what I can do," she said softly, as she knelt in front of me and started opening my pants. Seconds later, I was standing there in my boxers, with my shorts around my ankles. "It looks like at least part of you isn't frowning on this, or cares that I'm younger than you," she said, looking at the bulge in my boxers. Grabbing the sides of my underwear, she slowly pulled them down, until they were piled on top of my shorts, still around my ankles. "Oh, my, Mr. Kurt," she said softly, as my hard cock sprung free. "That's quite an impressive buddy you have there." "I'm glad you like," I said, as she helped me step out of my clothes. "Oh, I think I'm going to like very much," she replied, wrapping her fingers around my rigid shaft. I watched as she slowly leaned in and placed a soft kiss at the tip of my cock, and she moaned softly. "Oh, yah," she said. "Nice and thick." I could feel her hot breath on the head of my rod as she slowly wrapped her lips around me. "Holy shit," I gasped, as Rita slowly took me deeper and deeper into her mouth. When she stopped, I only had about an inch, at most, showing. She was definitely not as innocent as she looked! She placed her hands on the back of my legs and pulled me forward, trying to take me deeper, and then slowly started sliding her head back. She kept the head of my cock in her mouth, licking around it, and then slid her lips back down my shaft. She did this a couple more times, and then pulled all the way back, letting my cock, wet with her saliva, swing in the cool breeze. She lifted the shaft, pushing it back against my body, and slowly slid her tongue from my balls all the way up to the rim underneath the head, and then back down. On her third trip up to the head, she wrapped her lips around it again, and quickly engulfed the length of my pole, taking me deep in her mouth. She held me tight and started sucking hard on my shaft, sliding the length of her tongue along the bottom of my cock. "Oh my god," I gasped, holding on to her head. "That is incredible!" She kept me like that, and I had to lean back and start to sit on the lounge chair behind me. Rita slid her face back and looked up at me, her small hand wrapped around my rod. "What's the matter?" she asked, "You don't like what I'm doing?" "Oh, I like," I told her. "I like a lot. You were making my knees weak, though. I had to sit down before my legs gave out." Rita laughed a sexy chuckle, and said, "Well, I'll take that as a complement!" "Oh yeah!" I replied, as she licked along the head again. I sat back and enjoyed Rita's oral talents, watching her long black hair flow over my legs as her head bobbed up and down. Soon, I felt the cool night air flowing across my wet cock when Rita released it from her warm mouth. "That's a nice, thick root you've got here," she said, stroking it. "I can't wait to see how well it fills me up!" "Well, you're going to have to wait a little longer," I told her, standing her up. I stood up and turned us both so that her back was against the lounge, and I laid her back. She got comfortable on the cushion and spread her legs as I lay between them, my face at her belly. Placing my hands at the back of her smooth, firm thighs, I pushed her legs back. Rita sighed and moaned loudly as I leaned in and blew softly across her wet slit. She started moving her hips up and down, and I lightly and slowly slid my tongue from her wet pussy up to her stiff clit. "Ohhoohhh yeah!" she moaned, as I traced the edges of her clit with my tongue. I slid my hands from the backs of her legs around to the front, just above her mound. I reached down with my fingers and pulled her pussy lips up and apart. With the skin around her clit stretched tight, I slowly and softly flicked my tongue all across her stiff little bud. "Ohh shit, yeah!" she exclaimed when I wrapped my lips around her clit and softly sucked on it. I looked up and saw that she was pinching her nipples and pulling on them while I worked on her clit. I sucked on her clit for a couple of minutes, as she continued to moan loudly and push her hips up against my face. I took one last long, harder suck, and then released her stiff little bud from my lips. Rita groaned and let her hips settle back down on the cushion, and I leaned in and started flicking my tongue across her blood-engorged clit. "Oh yeahh!" she gasped, as my tongue reached the tip. "Ohh damn!!" I started shaking my head back and forth, letting my tongue dance all across the covered part of her shaft, as I slid a hand down between her legs and placed the tip of a finger at the opening to her wet hole. I began moving my finger up and down, playing in the wetness and teasing her pussy, as my tongue found her sweet spot to her clit, just to the top right side of the hooded shaft. Get Away Ch. 01 "Ohh yeahh! Right there!" she exclaimed. "Ohhh! Don't stop! Right there!" I kept my tongue on that spot and slid just the tip of my finger inside her pussy, pressing up against the top. "Oh shit! I'm gonna cum!" she yelled when she felt my finger rubbing against her wet pussy and I started flicking my tongue faster. A few seconds later, while I zeroed in on her clit, Rita exploded in her orgasm. "Oh YEAH!" she yelled. "Oh shit! I'm cumming! Don't stop! YESSS!" I could feel her pussy walls trying to clamp down on my fingertip as her juices flowed and her body started shaking, then stiffened, and then collapsed. I took one last swipe at her clit with my tongue and then started slowly kissing my way up her stomach while she came down from her orgasm. When I moved my arms up, releasing her legs, I felt her wrap them around my torso, and then tighten them around my waist as I continued moving up her body. "I want to feel your meat inside me," she growled at me as my tongue flicked across her stiff nipples. "Fill me up, and fuck me good!" When my lips reached her neck, I raised myself up on my arms and looked down at her. I brought up my knees enough that I could feel my the head of my cock brush up against her firm ass. I moved my hips around until I felt the head sliding in her wetness. When I knew that it was lined up with her hot pussy, I wiggled around some more, until I had just the very tip starting to slide inside her. "Don't tease me," she told me, pressing her heels on my ass, trying to pull me in. "Fuck me!" "Are you sure you want this?" I asked, moving my hips and teasing her a little more. Rita reached down and grabbed my ass, digging her nails into my flesh. "Fuck me!" she hissed, pulling on my ass with her hands and her legs. I didn't say another word, instead plunging my hard cock deep inside her in one thrust. "Ohh yeaaah!" she exclaimed. "That's it! Fuck me now! Fuck me good and hard!" I did as she said, slamming my hips against her, pounding my cock deep inside her. "Ohh yess! That's it! Fuck me good!" she said, looking up at me and holding on to the cushion. I reached down and grabbed her ankles, lifting them over my shoulders as I started sliding the entire length of my cock in and out of her pussy. I could feel my balls slap against her firm ass as I began thrusting faster and harder into her tight, wet opening. "OohhhOohhhOohhh!" she started moaning. "That's so good! Fuck my pussy!" I brought both of her legs together and pushed them back to her chest, lifting her hips and ass as I continued sliding my entire length in and out of her. "Ohh yeahhh!" I growled, as I felt her pussy walls start squeezing on my slick shaft. "You like that?" Rita asked, moving her hips with my thrusts as she squeezed down on me more. "You like the feel of my dark, pink pussy grabbing your thick, white pole?" "Oh yeah," I replied. "Such a nice, tight, wet pussy!" "Oh yah!" she moaned in response. "Stretch my tight pussy! Fuck me good!" I continued pounding my hips against hers for a couple of minutes, and then I slowed down. Wanting to catch my breath, I lowered myself to the cushions. "Roll over," Rita told me. "Let me on top, and I'll do some work." Watching a beautiful woman ride me has always been one of my favorite activities, so I quickly pulled out and lay back on the cushion. Rita rolled with me and straddled my legs as she wrapped her fingers around my shiny, wet shaft. I watched as she slid my head around, placing it at her hot opening, and she quickly dropped her pussy down the length of my cock. We moaned in unison as our hips met, and Rita placed her hands on my chest. "Oh, yah!" she moaned as she started moving her hips back and forth, grinding away on me. "So fucking good!" she grunted, between her clenched teeth as she moved her hips faster. I grabbed on to her hips and held tight as she fucked herself on me, enjoying the view I had of her firm tits bouncing and the faces that she was making. After a couple of minutes, Rita's eyes got big, and she started raising her hips, bouncing on my cock. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed. "I'm cumming! Oh, yah! I'm cumming again! So good!" She started moving her hips faster and her breath got shorter, until she let out a growl and impaled herself on my shaft. "Ohhh fuck yah!" she exclaimed loudly, as I felt her pussy walls squeezing my rod. "Oh damn!" I felt a surge of fluid flow down across my balls as her hips moved in small circles and she collapsed on my chest. She kept moving her hips and her pussy continued to squeeze my cock, and I suddenly felt my balls begin to contract. "Oh, damn!" I moaned. "I'm gonna cum, too!" "Yah!" Rita moaned, holding tighter to me and moving her hips faster. "Cum! I wanna feel you explode in me, mon!" Just then, I felt exactly that. I grabbed on to her ass and pulled her hips down hard, burying my shaft deep inside her wet, clenching pussy as it began to spew out it's load. We moaned in unison as we both felt my cock pulse, emptying itself inside her while we held each other tight. A few minutes later, Rita raised herself up until she was sitting on me again. I loved the sight of her body, shiny with sweat in the moonlight. We both moaned again, this time as we felt my deflating shaft slip from her pussy. "Oh, shit, mon!" she groaned as she rolled onto the cushion next to me. "That was good! I'm in agony!" "Oh, hell yeah!" I agreed. Later, I felt her get up off of the lounger. I watched as she started getting dressed again. "So," she said, as I walked her to the front door, "have I given you a good reason to make your trip back a short one?" "I'll be back as soon as I can," I told her. "I'm going back to do some business so we can make this a real, working resort, and to close up any unfinished personal business back there." "Good," she replied, kissing me. "I want to have a little more fun with this," she said, grabbing my wet cock, "before any horny women tourists get a shot at it." Get Away Ch. 02 I apologize for the delay in getting the second chapter of this series out. I had a combination of writers' block, real-life, and ideas for other stories before I could continue this one. I hope it was worth the wait. ***** After my night with Rita, I returned to Chicago to talk to some people there about advertising. I had a few friends who were in the ad business, as well as a former FWB who owned a string of travel agencies. I also talked to a buddy of mine who was a lawyer, and soon I had all of the arrangements made to try to get some business headed to my new resort. My travel agent friend suggested that I invite a few of her colleagues down for a look at the resort, so I had her put out some feelers for me. Having been a "working stiff" all of my life, and knowing how hard it could be to make ends meet and still take a vacation, I decided that I was going to cater to people like me, and try to give then an affordable escape. I knew that was what my uncle would have wanted. Part of my plan was to give teachers, cops, fire fighters, and military a good price on a stay with us. When I returned, with Valentine, Rita, and Betsy helping, I was able to work out quite a few deals with the locals, assuring everything from decent taxi rates to food and liquor supplies. It seems that my uncle had developed a great reputation as a good man, something that really didn't surprise me, which also helped. After a couple of months, business was slowly starting to pick up. We went from only a couple of bookings a month to a couple every week. As I walked into the lobby one morning, I saw Rita talking to a group of women, with Valentine standing nearby with a pile of luggage. There were four women in all, and Rita told me later that they were all family members, the youngest in her early twenties, her mother, and her grandmother and great-aunt. The two younger women were wearing sun dresses, while the older two were in what looked like the ugliest, baggiest "mom jeans" I'd ever seen. I stayed out of the way, and then watched as Valentine walked them down the path to their villa. Rita came out of the lobby and told me that they were the only guests booked for the week so far. She had put them in the two bedroom villas, which were about fifty yards apart, the older women in one, and the younger in the other. A couple hours later, as I was stocking the bar, all four women came walking down the path from their villa. I could see that the youngest was very pretty, but it was her mother that really caught my attention. I guessed her to be in her late 30's or early 40's, maybe about 5' 4", and, as the saying goes, 'curves in all the right places'. With shoulder length blonde hair and glasses, she had a hot, girl-next-door quality about her, and a body that matched. "Ladies," I asked, as they walked up to the bar. "Can I get you anything?" "It's a little early to drink, isn't it?" one of the older women asked. "Ma'am, I'm Irish and German," I replied laughing. "It's never too early to start drinking. Besides, it is after noon, and you're on vacation. There are no rules." "Well, I think it's too early," she shot back. "We came down for some lunch." "Not a problem. You can have a seat out here by the pool, and I'll have someone out here as quickly as I can, or you can go into the dining room, right through those doors," I told them. The two older women looked at each other, and the other one spoke up. "I'm not one for eating outdoors," she said, and started walking to the dining room. The two younger women looked at each other and rolled their eyes. "We'll be there in a minute," the older one said. "I want to get something to drink." Both of the older women looked at each other, and the mom shot them a look of disapproval before they walked off. "I can have something sent to you, if you'd like," I told her. "No, this is fine," she replied softly. She and her daughter stepped up to the bar. "I'm sorry," the mom said. "That was my mother and my aunt. They mean well, but ..." "Say no more," I replied with a smile. "I've got a 'means well' mother myself. What can I get you?" "Well," the mom said, smiling at me, "I could go for something fruity, with rum. LOTS of rum. I have a feeling I'm going to need it." "I can do that for you," I smiled back. "And for you, young lady?" I asked her daughter. "I'll have something fruity too, but virgin," she replied. "Not a problem," I told her. "One virgin punch, and one a little slutty, coming right up." Both ladies laughed and sat at the bar as I started making their drinks. "You work here?" the mom asked. "Yeah, you could say that," I replied. "Cool. So, you'll be here all week?" "That I will," I told her. "Good. It's always nice to know your bartender," she said, smiling at me again. Getting lost in her smile for a second, I told her I agreed, and went back to blending the drinks. "I'm Debbie," she said, extending her hand across the bar as I cut up some fresh fruit. "This is my daughter, Christine, and those other two are my mother, Ellen and my aunt, Pat." "Debbie, Christine, the pleasure is all mine," I told them, shaking their hands. I could've sworn I felt a spark as my hand made contact with Debbie's, and she continued smiling at me. A few minutes later, I handed the women their drinks, and watched as they walked into the dining room to join the others. Later that night, after the women walked around the property, and then had dinner, they all walked up to the bar. "Ladies," I greeted them as they sat down. "Would you like a drink, or is it still too early for you?" Debbie and Christine both smiled at that comment, Christine looking like she was trying hard not to laugh out loud. "I could definitely go for something," the one called Pat replied. "Do you have any Scotch?" "I do," I told her. "We have some stored away somewhere. However, you're in the islands, ladies. May I recommend something a bit more tropical?" "Like what?" Ellen asked, not looking very happy. "Well, you're in Jamaica," I told her. "This is the home of rum! How about something along that line?" "For you," I told Pat, "if you're more in the mood for something straight, I would recommend some of Jamaica's finest, Appleton Black." "For you," I told Ellen, "I can make you anything you'd like." Pat agreed to try the Appleton, while Eileen asked for a Cuba Libre'. "Ahh. Rum & Coke, with a lime," I teased. "Being adventurous while on vacation, are we?" She shot daggers at me with her eyes while I asked Debbie and Christine what they were drinking. They both replied that they wanted the same thing that I made them earlier, and I started mixing up the drinks. I took care of the older ladies first, and as I handed Debbie and Christine theirs, Pat blurted out loudly, "Make sure you don't mix their drinks up! Christine is pregnant and can't drink!" Debbie sighed, and Christine turned red as I gave them their drinks. "Not a problem," I replied. "Although, I'm not too sure that Miss Christine wanted the entire resort to know that she is pregnant." Debbie and Christine both smiled at me, as Pat replied with, "What? I was just making sure!" As the evening wore on, I listened and talked with the ladies and discovered quite the family dynamic. By 10:00, Pat and Ellen were quite buzzed, and decided to go sleep it off. Christine was tired, and also said her good nights, prompting Ellen and Pat to ask Debbie if she was coming along. Debbie told them that she wanted to stay, and would be along soon. When her mother looked at her questioningly, Debbie replied, looking at me, "I think I'll be safe here, won't I?" "Absolutely," I told her. "I'll make sure that you get back to your room safely." Ellen shot me another look, and then the three women walked off. "Thank God they left!" Debbie said. "Isn't family fun?" I joked. "You have no idea," she sighed. "So, what's your story?" she asked. "Me?" I replied. "I have no story. I'm just here." "Bullshit," she laughed. "You don't 'just' work here, do you? You've got something to do with management." Smiling at her, I replied, "Yeah, you could say that." "So? You're the manager?" "Yeah, you could say that," I told her. "Is that your only answer? 'You could say that?'," she laughed. "Yeah, you could say that," I teased, smiling at her. I was getting drawn in to Debbie's smile as we continued talking, and I kept making her more drinks. As the night wore on, Debbie told me that the reason behind the vacation was for Christine to get over her boyfriend's leaving her when he found out about the baby, and for Debbie to get away from her husband for a while. When the two older women heard about the vacation, they invited themselves along, all on Debbie's dime. "As I said, you've gotta love family," I told her, raising my glass in a toast. "So, you don't have family issues like that?" she asked. "Honestly, I haven't heard a word from my family since I came down here," I told her, avoiding the details. "Do you live here full time?" she asked. "No, I still have my place back home, in Chicago," I replied. "Really?" she asked. "I was born in Chicago. I live in Wisconsin now, though." "Cool. A cheese-head," I teased. "Oh yeah!" she replied. "Go Pack!" "Oh, geez!" I laughed at her reference to the Wisconsin/Chicago rivalry. "So, I've been telling you all about me. Are you going to tell me anything about yourself?" she asked as I handed her what she said was going to be her last drink of the night. "Maybe," I joked. "Ask me a question, and see if I'll answer it." "Ok, what is the real story behind you being here?" she asked. "I, um, help run the place," I told her. "Uh huh," she replied, smiling at me. "Something tells me that there's more to it than that." "I'm sure I don't know WHAT you're talking about!" I told her, smiling back at her. "So, that's all you're going to tell me?" she asked a couple of seconds later. "Well, that's all you asked," I said. Debbie sighed, and put her empty glass down on the bar. "Well, I think that's it for me tonight," she said softly. "Ok," I replied. "I'll walk you back to your villa." "I think I can find my way back," she said, standing up. Seeing her wobble as her feet hit the ground, I stepped out from behind the bar. "I told you that I would get you back safely," I told her, offering her my arm, "and I try to never break a promise, especially to a beautiful lady." Debbie looked up at me, and blushed again. "It's been a long time since anyone other than my kids told me I was beautiful," she said softly. "Well, now that is just wrong," I told her as I led her down the path to her villa. "Your husband never tells you that?" "My husband has ... other priorities," she said softly. "Like work, the waitress at the diner he goes to every morning for breakfast..." "Wow," I replied. "That is just wrong on so many levels!" A couple of minutes later, I had Debbie at her door. "Thank you for making sure I got home safe and sound," she said, still holding tightly to my arm. "It was my pleasure," I assured her. As I looked down at her, I saw something in her eyes that made me want to lean in and kiss her, but I fought off the urge and walked back toward the pool area to clean up, and then go to bed myself. The next couple of days, I had Rita and Valentine arrange tours of the coffee plantations, the rum distillery, and the usual tourist places for the women. To my complete lack of surprise, the two older women declined to go on most of the trips, staying behind at sitting by the pool, smoking cigarettes and complaining instead. In the evenings, after dinner, we all sat around the pool and bar, as I made Debbie different cocktails, giving her daughter virgin copies, and Ellen stuck with her Cuba Libre's, with Pat either trying what I made for Debbie or sticking with straight rum. Most nights, the conversations were filled with the older ladies complaining about how the food was too spicy, even though I made sure that Betsy used no hot peppers or spices at all, or how bored they were. I knew that they were starting to irritate the staff, and I tried my best to soothe their nerves. After the others would go to bed, Debbie and I would sit and talk. At one point, I offered to take Debbie on a "special" private tour of the resort, telling her that there were some things that had to be experienced at night. After sitting in silence for a second, she promised that she would think about it. Finally, on their last night, after the others all went off to bed a bit earlier than usual, due to an early flight back home, Debbie and I stayed up having a few more drinks. That night, she was wearing a flowery halter-top sun dress, with her beautiful legs leading down to a dressy pair of sandals. I was admittedly having a hard time concentrating on the conversation as I looked her up and down. "Does that offer for the private tour still stand?" she asked. "Of course," I replied, offering her my arm as I stood. As she took my arm, holding on tightly, I led her down the path toward my house, and took the detour to the beach. When we reached the beach a few minutes later, I told her that she might want to take her sandals off so that she didn't ruin them, and also to make walking easier in the wet sand. As she held on to my arm, I watched as she leaned over and slipped her sandals off, also giving me a nice view down the front of her dress at her braless breasts. As she stood, holding her sandals, I told her they would be safe on a flat rock at the path's end. I then led her further down the beach, to a secluded cove that I found shortly after I moved out there. "Wow," she said, as we walked under a natural canopy formed by trees covering the area. "This is nice!" "It is," I agreed. "I love coming out here when I just want to be alone. It's very peaceful, just sitting here listening to the ocean." "I bet," she replied. I led her to a spot toward the back, cut into an old rock wall by the water over time, for us to sit at. I sat down first, and Debbie joined me, sitting with her back to me. "This is really nice," she said, leaning against me. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, and she raised her hands and held on to my arms. "It sure is," I replied, holding her tightly. I didn't know whether she was referring more to the setting, or sitting there with me, but I wasn't going to push the issue. We sat there silently, just looking out and listening to the sounds of the ocean for a while. I could feel her body relax as we sat there, my arms around her. A few minutes later, it started raining softly. Debbie looked up, and I told her not to worry, as the trees above us would keep us dry. "Are you sure?" she asked, looking up at the canopy. "It's starting to come down a little heavier." "I'm sure," I assured her. "I've been out here in a heavy downpour, smoking a cigar and having a drink, and stayed completely dry." "Oh, yeah?" she asked. "And how many other women have you brought down here?" "You're the only one," I told her. "Ok," she sighed, leaning back into me. "I'll believe you." I began to softly stroking her arms, and soon she had placed her hand on my thigh and she started stroking my leg. At one point, she moved her arm, and my hand fell to her side. I felt, and heard, her sigh, and I slid my hand under her arm and softly stroked her side. Before I knew what I was doing, my fingers were on the side of her breast, and she inhaled sharply. "Oh geez!" I said, moving my hand away quickly. "I'm sorry!" Wordlessly, Debbie reached up and wrapped her fingers around my wrist. To my surprise, she brought my hand back up to the side of her breast. "Don't be," she said softly. "I'm not." I turned my head slightly, looking at the side of her face, and gently slipped my fingers inside the halter of her dress. I cupped her breast as I leaned in and softly kissed the side of her neck, just below her ear. Debbie gasped, and I felt her hand tighten on my thigh at the same time that I felt her nipple stiffen under my fingertips. She suddenly sat up, and I thought that I had gone too far. Before I could say anything, though, Debbie turned to face me. We sat there for a moment, looking into each other's eyes, and I reached out and slowly stroked her bare shoulders and arms. I felt, as well as heard, her sigh, and I saw the look in her eyes. "Kiss me," she whispered. Leaning in, I put my hands on her face. As I leaned in to her, our lips touched. After a couple of seconds, she leaned back and looked at me. I slid my hands down to her waist and pulled her in to me, and we kissed again, more intensely this time as her legs draped across mine. As I slid my hands up her back, and across her back, I could feel her breasts crushed against my chest. Our kiss became even more passionate, and I could feel a thin layer of perspiration begin to build on her bare skin. Pulling my lips from hers, I looked deeply into her eyes. "Let's go," I whispered, as I slid my hands down to her ass, cupping her cheeks and standing. Debbie whimpered softly as I rose, holding her body tightly to mine. Reluctantly, I let her lower her legs, until she was standing. With a look of animalistic heat, Debbie pushed me against the rock wall and stepped into me. I moaned softly as I felt her lips on my neck, and then on my chest as she began to unbutton my shirt. I slid my hands down her back, and then up under her dress. To my surprise, my hands were soon on her bare ass. "Did you forget something?" I whispered in her ear. "Well, weren't you the one who said 'We're on vacation. There are no rules,'?" she asked. "Why, yes, I seem to remember saying something like that," I chuckled. "Ok, then. Are you complaining?" she asked as she continued to kiss my chest. "No ma'am," I breathed. I pulled her face back up to me and kissed her again. I slowly started sliding my fingertips across her ass, and she slid one hand in between us and wrapped her fingers around the bulge in my pants. We both moaned, as she squeezed my hard shaft, and my fingers reached down around her ass. I teased her tight little asshole with my fingertip, and then continued to her wet slit. "I want this," she whispered, squeezing and pulling on my pole as she pulled her lips from my neck. "Mmmm!" I moaned, moving her hand. "Not yet!" Keeping my fingers teasing her hot pussy, I quickly spun us around, and placed her up against the cool rocks. I slid my hand around to her front, keeping it under her dress. I leaned in and kissed her again, slowly dragging my hand through her sparse hairs above her shaven slit. I lightly teased her clit, and then slid one finger past her swollen lips, and into her wet pussy. Debbie gasped loudly, and I felt her body shake. As she began to moan into my mouth, her hips started moving against my hand, and I slid another finger inside her. "Oh god!" she softly gasped, squeezing my arms. I felt her hand slide back down to my cock, and start to lower my zipper. "Patience," I whisper to her, as I moved her hand again. I then moved my thumb up to her clit as I slid my fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy. I felt her breathing get even heavier, and she started to shake just a little. "Oh, god!" she gasped, squeezing my arms harder. I quickly slid my fingers out of her panties. Debbie's eyes opened, and she watched me as I brought one of my fingers, coated in her juices, up to my lips. I heard her moan again as she watched me slide one finger into my mouth, tasting her. Get Away Ch. 02 To my surprise, she reached out and grabbed my wrist, leaned in, and brought her lips to my other finger. We looked in each other's eyes as we licked my fingers clean of her juices. Finally, I pulled my hand away, and then knelt in front of her, letting her dress fall over my head. Looking up at her, I lifted the front of her dress and leaned in, softly kissing the top of her mound. Debbie moaned softly, and placed her hands at the back of my head, holding me in place. Reaching my hands around to cup her ass cheeks, I pulled her hips toward me and slowly slid my tongue from her wet pussy up to her stiff little clit, causing her to moan louder and push her hips even further out at me. "Ohhhhyessss!" she hissed, holding tight to my head as I flicked my tongue at her clit. I continued licking her wet pussy for a couple of minutes, teasing her by speeding up and slowing down, and I could tell that she was getting close to an orgasm. I then gave her one last kiss on her clit, and then slowly stood. "Are you ready?" I asked, leaning in to kiss her. "Oh shit!" she moaned. "Why did you stop? I was so close!" "I know," I replied, smiling at her. "So, are you ready?" "Yes!" she exclaimed. I leaned into her again, and kissed her, pressing my hard bulge against her belly. I then pulled away from her and quickly spun her around, until she was facing the rock wall. Debbie yelped, and I reached out and grabbed her wrists, lifting them and placing them on the wall. I then stepped in closer to her and grabbed tightly to her hips, pulling them back until her ass was pressed up against me. I knew that she could feel my hard cock nestling in between her barely covered asscheeks, and I moved my hips back and forth. I then slid one hand around to her front, and pressed her dress against her hot pussy. With my other hand, I untied the knot at the back of her neck, causing the front of her dress to fall, exposing her tits to the cool night air. Debbie gasped and lowered her head as I began to gently pinch and pull on her stiff nipples, and I felt her press her ass harder against me, moving her hips with mine. She started moaning loudly, grinding her ass against me while I teased her. We stayed like that for a few minutes, until I backed away and took her by her wrist again. "Let's go," I told her, leading her toward the path to my house. With her free hand, Debbie started pulling the top of her dress back up as we walked quickly up the path. "There's no need for that," I told her, taking her hand away and letting her top fall back down. Debbie gasped and giggled, and we started running in the rain. We finally reached the house, both of us soaking wet, and I quickly led her to the patio. As we stood under the covered area, out of the rain, I pinned her up against the wall and we kissed again. As we separated, she grabbed my arms firmly and spun us around, pushing me up against the wall. "You're going to pay for teasing me like that," she said, as she knelt in front of me, one hand pressing me back against the glass. "Ok," I sighed, feeling her free hand unbuckling my shorts and lowering my zipper. "Oh my," she sighed as my shorts hit the floor and my rigid cock sprung free. "Is this all for me?" "There's no one else here," I said as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft, "so it's all yours!" "Mmmm," she moaned, leaning in and kissing the tip. "Oh, damn," I moaned seconds later as I felt her lips wrap around my cock and slowly slide down its length. I looked down and watched as she placed her hands on my thighs and slowly slid her stretched lips up and down the length of my shaft. "Ohhyeahh!" I moaned. Debbie wrapped her fingers around my cock and slowly stroked it as she sucked on the head, and then started sliding her lips up and down again. After a couple of minutes of this sweet torture, she slid her lips back, releasing me from her warm mouth, and began flicking her tongue all across my pole as she continued stroking it. "Oh shit!" I gasped, knowing that if she continued like that, I was going to cum soon. Almost as if reading my mind, Debbie suddenly plunged her mouth down the entire length of my cock, and then slowly slid her lips back. "Ohh yeahhh!" I moaned, reaching down to hold her head. Before I could slide my fingers into her hair, though, she leaned back and released my rod once again. Looking up at me, she continued slowly stroking the length of my shaft, and then stood. "You were getting close, weren't you?" she whispered as she kissed me. "Almost," I breathed. "Good," she giggled. "I told you that you were going to pay for teasing me like that." She then grabbed a hold of my cock, and started pulling me by it to the edge of the patio. "I've always wanted to make love in the rain," she told me as she pulled us toward the over-sized chaise lounge at the wall. Instead of going to the chair though, I led her to the almost-waist-high wall overlooking the valley down to the ocean. I turned her around and bent her over the wall, and then stepped in behind her. As her elbows rested on the rock wall, I flipped her skirt up to her waist. I then gently pushed her legs apart with my foot and grabbed my cock, sliding it up and down her wet slit. "Oh yeah!" she moaned. "I love it from behind! Give it to me!" As the rain poured down over us, I lined the head of my cock up with her hot, wet hole. Grabbing onto her hips, I slammed my length deep inside her, burying myself in one push. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed loudly. "Yesss!" Holding tight to her hips, I started pistoning my cock in and out of her. She soon raised herself off of her elbows, placing her hands on the rocks and started pushing back at me. I slid my hands up the side of her body and reached around to her front. Debbie moaned as my hands cupped her swaying tits and started squeezing them. We continued fucking like that for a few minutes, and I moved my hands so that I could pinch and pull on her stiff nipples. That caused her to moan louder and start to push back at me with more force. I then slid my hands back to her hips and began slamming my cock harder into her. "Oh yes!" she exclaimed, bending back down to the wall. "Give it to me! Harder!" I couple of minutes later, realizing that if we stayed like that, I wasn't going to last much longer, I pulled back, sliding my wet cock from her warm depths. Debbie groaned as I turned her around, and I led her to the lounger. I sat her back on the cushion, and I lay on top of Debbie and kissed her. Her arms and one leg wrapped around me, and my hard cock was pressed between our bodies. I soon started kissing my way down her body, slowly working my way down her neck, across her throat, and onto her breasts. Her tits were just big enough that I could press them together so that her stiff nipples almost touched. Her aureola were like strawberries, with her nipples sticking out, begging for attention. I leaned in and swiped my tongue across both of them at once, and she moaned, arching her back up and pressing her tits against me. I licked and sucked on both stiff nipples at the same time, while my free hand slid softly across her belly. I soon had Debbie breathing hard, and she started reaching down for my stiff rod. When I felt her fingertips reach the top of my shaft, I released her tits and slowly started kissing my way down her body. When I reached her belly button, I flicked my tongue inside of it quickly, causing her to gasp, and then giggle. "Oh my god," she gasped. "That tickles!" I continued kissing a path down her body until I reached the sparse hairs at the top of her mound. I flicked my tongue through the thin blonde hairs, slowly inching my way to her pussy. My tongue reached her spread lips, and in the dim light I could see the sheen of her juices combined with the rain water. I intentionally avoided her hard clit as I continued kissing my was down, and by the time I reached her seeping hole, she reached down and held my head. "Please," she whined, leaning up just a little. "Don't tease me. I need to feel you inside me again!" "Patience," I told her. "You'll feel every inch of me again very soon. I need to finish what I started earlier first." Debbie moaned and lay back again, and I stick my tongue out, dipping it in her steaming pussy. "Ohhhhyeeaahhhh!" she moaned as I slid my tongue in as deep as I could. With my nose rubbing up against her clit, I flicked my tongue and shook my head all around her pussy for a couple of minutes, before finally slowly dragging my tongue back up her wet slit. "Ohh shit!" she gasped as I flicked my tongue hard across her clit. Her body jumped a little, and I licked all around her hard, stiff little bud. Reaching my hands around her legs, I placed my fingertips at the top of her pussy lips and gently spread them apart as I continued lightly flicking my tongue. Debbie gasped softly as I stretched the skin, pulling it tight, and then I leaned in. Seeing her clit standing proudly out, I wrapped my lips around it and started gently sucking on it, increasing the suction as I went on. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, reaching her hands down to my head again. "Oh damn! That feels so nice!" I continued sucking on her clit for a couple of minutes, until I was sure that I had drawn enough blood into the sensitive little spot. I then released her clit, and quickly started lightly flicking my tongue across the blood-engorged area. "Oohhhyesssss!" she moaned loudly. "Oh my god! I'm gonna cum! Oh shit! Yes!" Debbie's body started shaking, and her legs clamped around my neck. I then brought two fingers up and slid just the tips inside her hot hole and started moving them around. "Oh my god! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Yes!" she exclaimed. She pulled my head in hard to her pussy, her ass lifted off of the cushion, and her thighs slammed into the side of my head as her body shook. I could feel her pussy trying to clamp down on my fingers, but I wouldn't slide them in far enough. I could, however, feel her juices flowing out of her and across my fingers and wrist. As I felt her body stop shaking, I gave her clit one last kiss, causing her body to jerk, and I started kissing my way back up her body. Just when my lips reached her nipples again, which were now standing even taller, I felt my hard cock brush up against the warm wetness of her pussy. I raised myself up and looked in Debbie's eyes, which were just staring to open again. "Please," she said softly. "I want to feel you inside me." "What do you want me to do?" I teased her, moving my hips and dragging my cock across her wet slit. "Oh god!" she moaned. "Fuck me!" she said suddenly, her eyes ablaze. "I want you to fuck me!" "As you wish," I told her, moving my hips around a little more and lining the head of my cock up with her pussy. She moaned as I slid the head in her warmth, and then stayed still. When she looked at me again, I slowly slid the entire length of my shaft deep inside her, until I bottomed out, my hips pressed up against hers. "Oh yessss!" she gasped, her legs wrapping around the back of mine. I pushed up on my arms and started moving my hips sideways, and then slowly began sliding my shaft in and out of her hot, tight pussy. Debbie was pressing the back of my legs with her heels as her eyes bored into mine. After a couple of minutes, I moved my arms down, sliding them under her legs. I then lifted her legs, raising her pelvis and ass, and I began fucking her a little faster. "Ohhhh! Oooohhhhhyeaahhh!" she moaned. "Sooo gooooood!" Debbie's hands were gripped around the sides of the lounger, and I could see her pulling hard on it as I started fucking her harder. "Ohh shit!" she gasped, feeling the head of my cock slam against the back of her pussy. I was enjoying watching her face, and her tits bouncing, as I pounded into her. Her hands soon came up and clamped around my forearms, pulling me into her. "Oh! God! Yes!" she gasped, her eyes wide and glazed. "Fuck! Me!" The rain continued pouring down over us, and I decided to slow down and change positions, not wanting her to cum yet. Moving my arms, I let her legs drop down and I lightly grabbed her hips. As she looked at me, I started rolling her onto her side and straddled one leg, lifting the other over my arm, never allowing my pole to slide out of her. I then started slowly sliding in and out of her again, as she gasped and moaned. "Oh my god," she moaned softly as she turned her upper body onto the cushion. "Where have you been all of my life?" I cupped her soft asscheek with one hand, squeezing and pulling up on it as I continued stroking my shaft in and out. Moaning, she reached her hand down and grabbed a hold of my leg, just above my knee. In this position, letting her leg fall over mine, I was able to drive my cock in as deep as it would go. Every time that I did that, Debbie would gasp and pull on my leg, trying to get me in even deeper. Soon, Debbie started moving her hips in rhythm with me, and I decided to change positions again. This time I rolled her onto her belly as I straddled both of her legs. As I slid my rod in and out of her, I could feel her pressed up against the bottom of my shaft. "Ohhyeahhh!" she moaned. "I love it! Give it to me!" I reached my hands up and held onto her shoulders, pulling her back to me as I started pistoning in and out, just as the rain started slowing down a little. Debbie started lifting her hips, pushing her ass back at me. Sliding my hands down the sides of her body, I grabbed ahold of both asscheeks and pulled them up toward her waist. Debbie gasped when I did that and started moaning louder again. "Oh my god! That feels so good! Oh yes! Fuck me!" I began taking long strokes, pulling my cock back until just the head remained inside, and then sliding it all the way back in until my hips were pushing against her ass. As she began moaning even louder, her breath was getting shorter. I then began pulling all the way out, and then plunging the entire length back in. "Oh shit!" she gasped when I started doing that. Her hands slid out from under her and she collapsed on the cushion, still lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. "Oh god! I'm gonna cum!" she gasped. "Oh my god YES!" A couple of seconds later, she started shaking again, and she let out a low, throaty growl. "Ohhhhyeahhhh!" she moaned into the cushion. "Ohgodi'mcumming! Ohhyessssfuckmeee!" Her hips collapsed onto the cushion as I started squeezing her asscheeks a little harder and slamming into her, and her body shook. I could feel her pussy clamping down on my thickness as her orgasm swept over her, and soon her body stopped shaking. "Oh my god!" she breathed as she turned her head. "You haven't cum yet?" she asked, looking up at me as I ground my hips against her ass. "Not yet," I told her. "I'm getting really close, though!" "Cum for me," she told me. "Where do you want me to cum?" I asked, pushing my cock deep inside her again. "Ohhh!" she moaned. "I wanna feel you cum inside me!" "Are you sure?" I asked, bucking up against her again. "Yessss!" she hissed. "I shouldn't, but I want it! I wanna feel you cum deep inside me!" I leaned back and slid my cock from her and stood up. She groaned, and I reached my hand to her as she rolled over. After taking my hand, she sat up and wrapped her fingers around my cock. I watched as she slid her lips up and down my length a couple of times, taking me as deep as she could, before she leaned back, releasing me from her warm mouth. She then took my hand again and I pulled her up. As I led her to the stone wall again, I turned and grabbed the cushion. As I draped the cushion over the edge of the wall, I backed her up against the wall, and then grabbed onto her waist and lifted her until her ass was on the padding. Stepping in between her legs, I watched as she reached her hand down and slid my cock up and down her slit. Just then, it started raining harder again, and she pulled me by my cock. "Fuck me," she hissed at me, lifting her legs up and wrapping them around my waist. "Make me feel it when you slam deep inside me as you cum!" Holding tightly to her hips, I slammed my cock inside her, burying myself deep once more. "Yess!" she hissed as I stood still for a minute. She reached her hands out and held onto my arms as she leaned back, wiggling her hips. I slid my hands up to her arms and held on, just above her elbows, as I began thrusting in and out of her again. "Fuck me!" she breathed. "I wanna feel you cum!" "Ohh yeah!" I moaned back at her. I could feel her pussy squeezing around my cock, and after a couple of minutes I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I began taking long strokes, slamming my pole back every time. Her tits would shake with every thrust, bouncing to my delight. "Ooohhhhyeahhh!" she moaned, squeezing my arm harder. "Oh shit! I'm close!" I breathed. "Yes! Cum!" she exclaimed. "I wanna a feel it!" I continued thrusting back and forth, and I began to feel the surge build up in my balls. "Ohhhshittt!" I groaned as I slammed forward one more time. I felt her legs clamp down tight around me, and my cock exploded, spewing my load deep in her hot pussy as the warm rains poured down over us. "Oh yes!" she exclaimed. "I'm cumming too! Ohmygod! I'm cumming again!" We held tightly to each other as our orgasms swept over us, the rain beating down on our bodies as we stood still. A couple of minutes later, as I felt my knees start to weaken, I slid my deflating shaft from her warm wetness. We both moaned as I stepped back, and I helped her slide down off the wall. "Holy shit!" she breathed as she stepped into me. "That was amazing!" "Oh yeah!" I agreed as I wrapped my arms around her. "I could definitely get used to that," she said into my chest. "Me too," I replied. A few minutes later, I reluctantly watched as she put her still wet dress back on over her rain-soaked body. After I slid clothes back on, I walked her to her villa. "Will I see you in the morning, before we leave?" she asked softly when we reached her door. "Absolutely," I told her. "Good," she replied, leaning in to kiss me. I watched her ass sway as she stepped into the villa, and I slowly walked back to my house, just as the rain finally let up. The next morning, I dragged my ass out of bed as the bright sun shined into my bedroom. I quickly showered, and walked down to the lobby, where I saw Debbie and her family waiting for Valentine to bring the van around to drive them to the airport. As I walked in, Christine walked up to me and thanked me for everything, and Debbie walked up behind her. "Yes, thanks for everything," she said as she put her hand out. "And I do mean EVERY thing," she said softly. Just then, Valentine drove up to the front door, and I helped him load up the van. "Excuse me," Ellen said before she climbed into the van, "but will you finally tell us just what it is that you do here? "Ma'am," I smiled at her, "I own the place." I enjoyed watching her stand there speechless as Valentine smiled behind her. She then finally climbed in, with Pat behind her. Christine then got in, leaving Debbie for last. "Thanks for being such a good host," she said, shaking my hand once more. "Hopefully, we can do it again."