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Paradise Found

By: sharpchick



He had been watching her from afar for the last two days. He had found her body washed up on the beach, with pieces of the wreckage of the boat floating nearby. As far as he could tell, she was alone, for he had not seen any other bodies and sensed no one else near the water, nor hiding in the forest behind the beach since he discovered her. With the exception of the woman, his paradise remained undefiled. He had carried her, unconscious but breathing and still wearing her life jacket, to a small cave protected by trees and laid her there. Then he returned to his hut in the forest and waited to see if she would survive. He felt no particular sense of responsibility toward her – he had not invited her to come.

She slept for the whole of the following day, giving him time to dispose of the pieces of the boat. On the second day, she had awakened, but did not venture away from her sheltered location. Instead, she seemed to alternate between crying and staring into the distance. Twice, she moved a few feet from the cave to relieve herself in the underbrush but quickly returned. That night, she used the life jacket as a pillow when she slept. On the third day, she seemed more alert, and began to explore her immediate surroundings. She had not gone far when she discover the small inlet, and decided to bathe. 

He studied her intently, patiently taking in her awkward movements as she took off her filthy clothes at the edge of the water in the small cove. She waded in cautiously now, and when she saw that the water was shallow, she sank gratefully to her knees up to her chin, tilting her head back to wet her hair. At first, she just soaked, her back to him as he silently moved in closer. Then she began washing her hair and body, and when she was finished, she rose gracefully to her feet and carefully stepped onto dry land. 

As she turned, she saw him standing no further than twenty feet away from her, and she instinctively looked around for something to cover her naked body. She tasted the coppery tang of fear, and he could smell it emanating from her, mingling with the aroma of her woman essence. He began to approach her, very slowly, his bare feet making no noise on the leafy carpet of the forest floor. She marveled at his height. . . he must have been close to seven feet tall. In her astonishment, her feet felt as if they were frozen in place.

He was naked. . . his body was magnificent. . .. toned and hard flesh, the muscles rippling in his legs and chest as he walked toward her. His cock was huge, even semi-erect. She was ashamed that her body instantly responded, her nipples stiffening and a rush of wetness in her pussy. He closed the gap between them with expansive strides and as she turned to run, he was on her. She raised her hands to her face to cover the scream, and he grabbed both of her wrists with one hand, roughly forcing her to her knees on the ground. She could feel his cock, huge and hard against her ass as he shoved her shoulders down, making her kneel on all fours in front of him.

He held her in place, his arm across the small of her back preventing her from moving, and he went to his knees behind her. He smelled the wetness of her pussy, and reached with his other hand to find the source. The skin on his fingers was rough, and as he rubbed them over her swollen clit and cunt, she shivered. Holding her tightly, he bent further still, sniffed her juicy lips, and then licked them slowly. He felt his cock get harder as he sucked on her pussy, finding her opening and sticking his tongue inside, licking insistently before moving on to her swollen clit, which he sucked as eagerly as a nursing baby takes to its mother's nipple. Her juices coated his mouth, nose and chin, and she gasped as she ground her cunt into his face, moaning with delight. He continued to lick and suck, as her orgasm exploded in waves in her pussy, and resonated up into her belly. Just when she thought she would buckle under the pressure of his arm on her back and the weakness in her knees, he took his arm away, and put the head of his massive cock, slick with precum at her opening, rubbing the head up and down her slit. 

She only had a split second to wonder if she could take it all before he entered her. The force and the size of his manhood jarred her with pain as he mounted her, and she tried to pull away. But he grabbed her hair with one hand and one hip with the other, holding her still as he drove his shaft further inside her. She cried out in pain, and tried to crawl away from him. Her movement seemed to increase his determination, and with both hands, he held her hips as he began to piston his cock in and out of her slick pussy, grunting with every stroke – making each one deeper still than the one before. The pain started giving way to pleasure, his balls slapping her still sensitive clit as he rammed his cock in out and faster. Then he released her hips and bent over her back, his hands on the ground on each side of her. She could feel his chin on her shoulder, and he used it to pull her still closer into him, until he was humping her like an animal. It must have been the realization of being mated that took her over the edge, and she was cumming harder than she ever had before, her pussy muscles contracting on his rigid shaft as she screamed her pleasure.

He began cumming as soon as he felt the walls of her pussy milking his cock, shooting jets of hot spunk deep in her cunt. His strokes slowed but he continued to fuck her, as the mix of their juices ran down their legs. After several moments, he withdrew, and wordlessly, she relaxed against him until they went back to the cove to wash together. That night, he watched her as she slept, his arm slung protectively across her body as a gentle rain fell outside the hut.

They were fishing just beyond the small cove when they heard the rotors of the search and rescue helicopter thumping through the air, scattering the forest birds and shattering the misty stillness of the morning. She hesitated for a moment, then made her decision. Grabbing his hand, she frantically pulled at him, urging him toward the dense cover of the forest, where they crouched together undiscovered – the man and his mate.

Paradise Found



She had been writing for a prominent newspaper and was feeling weary and war worn. Her story assignments had taken her to the edge of humanity as she would report on recent stabbings, domestic disputes gone murderous, and your occasional story of redemption involving a gang member finding salvation through some fledgling social program designed to employ and "civilize" its target population. She had little time for herself and no time for a sex life. She ached for respite and yearned for a release. She had truly earned her time off.

She sifted through several brochures that had come to her in the mail and found one that stood out. She picked this one, because its heading was in bold black and said, "Paradise Island - where troubles do not exist."

She thought to herself, "if I could just escape for a few days, I would be good."

So, she made the arrangements and headed for the Island. She would disappear for two weeks. She did not tell a soul where she was going.

The plane ride was smooth, and as they were in the air, her body just let go and started to relax. She smiled large and felt a warm rush of pleasure throughout her entire being. She had been given a drink a little while ago, and she now had the ice cube in her mouth and was sucking on it gently. She then let it go into the cup and felt herself blush. She pictured herself giving head to some lucky person. She felt her pussy getting wet. She was anticipating what was coming. She knew as soon as she got there, she would take a lovely shower and really sink into her two weeks of leisure. 

As she stepped off the plane onto the Island, she felt free. She breathed in and out deeply and allowed the scent of gardenias and ocean air to cleanse her body through and through. A man came over to her to greet her and a few others who had joined their group. She had her own room, though, and she was eager to put her things away. She was the last person to be led to her suite. She tipped the man and closed the door behind her. She went over to one of the windows and opened it. She sat on the bed and took off her shoes. She had been wearing a short sleeved dress, so she unzipped it from the back and let it slip to the floor. She had not been wearing a bra, so her size B breasts were now exposed to that same sea air she had felt on her skin earlier. Her nipples were erect, and she was feeling warm and turned on. She placed her hand on one of her tits and then with her index finger started to rub one of her nipples so that she felt pulses of blood rushing through her cunt. She then placed her other hand inside her panties and grabbed hold of herself so she could feel the throbbing and pulsating. She opened her pussy lips up with her hand and found her swollen clit inside them. Her whole pussy was swollen, and she closed her eyes briefly and bit her lip. She knew she would come soon if she kept this up, so she stopped and headed for the shower.

She turned the shower on and let the water warm slowly. She then slid her panties off and climbed in. The water cascaded down her body as she found her clit again and started to rub it until she was about to come a second time. She paused again and then washed herself. It felt so good to be this turned on. She decided that she would finish her shower and change and then head out to the bar. She loved teasing herself like this, because she knew it would only motivate her more to find someone to get her off.

It was early in the evening, so she had plenty of time to find someone. She sat down and ordered a margarita and a steak. She waited until the man came back with bread and some appetizer, and as she looked up to say, "thank you" to him, she noticed another woman sitting at a table near hers. She smiled at her, and the woman came over to talk. 

The other woman asked, "do you mind if I sit down?" 

She said, "no, of course not."

The other woman said, "my name is Susan. What's yours?"

"Julia," she said.

"Are you here alone?"

"Yes."

Susan said she was on vacation for a couple of weeks and would love to do some things together. Julia said, "why not?" She then felt another rush of blood go through her, but this time she felt it in her breasts first, then it washed over her, and she could feel it in between her legs. Julia ate her steak and then the two women went back to her room.

Julia began to wonder if the two of them were going to get even closer. Julia had never done this before, so she wasn't sure if she would do it right if this was what was to happen. Nonetheless, Julia wanted Susan to stay with her for as long as they both wanted. 

They talked for hours, and as midnight approached, they realized that neither one of them was going anywhere else for the night. Susan was on the same quest for repose that Julia was. She was a professional yoga instructor who had just been overworked and needed some time off. They talked about work some and how great it was to talk to each other as fellow workaholics. As they realized they had so much in common, they each began to feel extremely close to the other. Julia reached over the small table that they had been sitting at in her room and touched Susan's hand. Susan looked at Julia and grinned passionately. Julia held tightly to Susan and then leaned over to kiss her. Instead, Susan got up and went over to Julia, bent down and kissed her and then said, "let's fuck on your bed." 

They each were now on Julia's bed. Julia crawled on top of Susan, and they indulged one another in a very long, wet kiss. As they kissed, Julia began to grind into Susan with her body. Their kiss lasted so long, and the grinding was making them both hot and wet between each other's legs. Each of them was doing this for the first time, and it was sending them into ecstasies they had never experienced up to this point. Julia then climbed off of Susan and pulled off her top and lay down again this time next to Susan. Susan then gave Julia a series of small, gentle kisses on her breasts and then licked one of her nipples. 

Julia began to moan, mmmmmm, oooooooooooohhhhhhhh mmmmmm. Suck my nipples Susan, said Julia. 

Susan's tongue was making circles all around one of Julia's nipples, and Julia was getting wetter and wetter as she was experiencing it. She was so fucking turned on, and it was just getting better and better.

Julia then said, "I want to suck your pussy, Susan. I want to make love to you like you've never been made love to before."

"Yes Julia. Make me come for you. I want you so badly."

"Oooooh, I want you, too Susan."

Julia then pulled off Susan's pants as Susan spread her legs in front of Julia. Julia could now see how turned on Susan was, because her pussy lips were red and swollen. Julia then took her hand and grabbed onto Susan's cunt lips with both her hand and two fingers. She squeezed Susan's pussy lips together pushing and rubbing them.

"Oooooooh, mmmmmmm, oh my God," said Susan.

Julia then looked down at Susan's swollen cunt and right at her beautiful clit. Julia got so close to Susan's pussy that she could smell it. It smelled of hot sex, and right at that moment, Julia placed her tongue on top of Susan's clit and started licking it up and down. Julia then put two fingers inside Susan's opening, and she could feel Susan's pussy squeezing and pumping but not coming, yet. Julia then took her finger and found Susan's G-spot. Susan screamed as soon as Julia did that. Now Julia was rubbing Susan's G-spot inside her pussy while simultaneously licking Susan's clit.

Susan was moaning with delight. 

Julia then decided to suck on susan's clit. Julia began licking and alternately sucking on Susan as Susan was continuing to moan with incredible joy. Julia then lifted her head and focused on Susan's G-spot. Julia kept rubbing that spot over and over. Susan abandoned herself to Julia completely. 

Susan said, "I love you....keep rubbing. Fuck me damn it! Fuck me Julia!"

Julia said, "yes baby. Whatever you want."

Julia then placed her whole mouth over Susan's clit and sucked and licked until Susan came and came and came. Julia then lifted her head, crawled up to where Susan was and kissed her hard on the mouth. 

Susan said, "you taste like pussy." 

They both laughed. 

It was now Julia's turn.

Susan looked at Julia and said, "baby, it's your turn now."

Julia smiled and said, "I can't wait."

Susan lowered her body so that she was now staring directly at Julia's pussy. She said, "you are so wet."

Julia said, "you made me wet, honey."

Susan said, "I'm gonna fuck you until you gush with come."

Julia just moaned as Susan went down on her. 

Susan decided to flick Julia's pussy with her tongue over and over. Susan then took her tongue and licked Julia on her whole opening. Susan started at Julia's asshole and licked Julia all the way up to her clit. 

Susan asked Julia if she could put her hand inside her asshole.

Julia said, "yes."

Susan put two fingers inside Julia's butt and then another and another until she had four fingers up Julia. As Susan was sucking Julia's pussy, she was also pumping Julia's asshole with her fingers. 

Julia began moaning, "Oooooooooohh, mmmmmmm Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." I fucking love this Susan! Oh my God! I'm gonna come, Oh fuck oh fuck, I'm comiiiiiiiiing. Fuck Oh. Julia's legs shook and shook." 

The two women then crawled into bed with each other and slept until morning's light came streaming into their window. They spent the rest of the two weeks making love to each other every night, and when they left for home, they vowed each one of them would connect with the other and embark on their new journey of love.



Paradise Found?



She heard him before she saw him. He stumbled through the undergrowth before falling to the ground with a groan. Ryachi studied the young man as she moved in for a closer look. His cheeks were flushed with heat and sweat soaked the black striped yellow bandana around his head. It had been a very long time since she had seen another human being in this part of the forest. She dropped quietly to the ground beside him. Gently pushing back his black hair, she found his skin burning to the touch. She reached for his arm and pulled it over her shoulder. Gently lifting him, she worked her way through the forest towards her home. She would have to get there as soon as possible. He would need the proper herbs as quickly as possible.

Ryoga tossed and turned on the mat. Images of Akane rejecting him over and over again haunted his dreams. Then coolness swept over him, easing the pain, and the visions faded. A soft voice sang to him soothing his tortured soul. With a sigh, he eased his struggles and returned to the dreamless sleep.

Ryachi sighed with a smile. This one was a fighter, strong of will. But something haunted him, pulling him down into the blackness of despair. She stroked her fingers through his hair. Now it reached his shoulders and surrounded his face as he turned his head on the palette.

"He must be a martial artist" she whispered to herself, "His build speaks of hard training."

A blush stole across her cheeks as she recalled undressing that very body to bathe his skin. He was very handsome. She had run her hands over almost every inch of his body exploring the broad planes of his chest, the smooth muscles of his thighs. Each night she lay next to him as the chills swept through him, giving the warmth of her body and fighting the fire in her own. Soon he would wake from his fever-induced sleep and be on his way after a while. 

Slowly Ryoga opened his eyes. The early morning sun burned and he quickly turned his head towards the cool interior. Again he opened them. Though blurry at first, the inside soon came into focus. The soft humming voice he had thought part of his dream became clearer. Its soft notes soothing and calming his restlessness. He followed the sound through the room until he found its source. She sat in the corner, peeling vegetables into a pot. Light glinted off the braid that lay across her shoulder and touched the floor. Bare thighs cradled the big pot between them as she reached for another vegetable. 

"Who are you?" he questioned, his voice deeper than usual from disuse.

"Oh? You're awake" her smile practically lit the room, "I am so glad. For a moment there I wasn't sure you would make it. But you are strong."

"Who are you?" he repeated.

"My name is Ryachi. Who are you?" she asked as she set the pot and vegetables aside. Picking up a cup full of water she moved to kneel beside him. A gentle hand lay on his shoulder as he struggled to rise.

"Don't try to sit up yet. It is too soon after the fever for you to have the strength."

"I … how long have I been here?"

"Two turns of the moon. That would be two months," she answered as she held the cup to his lips while supporting his head on her thighs. Ryoga could feel the warmth of her body seeping into his.

"Two months?"

"Yes. You became ill in the forest. I found you and brought you here. I had all the herbs I needed to assist you. You have been here ever since. It will be a while yet before you can move about as you once did. But I will help you"

Again she smiled and Ryoga found himself returning that smile. Her green eyes held his own as he lifted his hand to touch her cheek. It felt as if his hand weighed a ton.

"I am so weak" he commented.

"No, never weak. You have been ill. You can't expect to be completely healed so soon."

"How"

"By the herbal skills of my father and the martial art skills of my mother" she said, "The combination will have you back to full strength before you know it."

"Thank you Ryachi" he gave her a tentative smile and Ryachi thought her heart would burst in her chest. 

Ryoga recovered quickly with Ryachi's help. She brewed herbs for him in the morning. During the day, she trained with him to get his strength back. Her style was unlike any he had ever seen before. It was like the forest came alive with wind. He found that it complimented and enhanced his own. Soon they were training at the same level and it seemed as if they were one person. In the evenings, she would cook a delicious meal. 

The only awkwardness came at night when it was time to sleep. There was only one palette. He knew the she slipped into it after he was asleep. Several times he had awoken in the middle of the night to find her warmth at his back or his body wrapped around hers in a protective cocoon. She was so warm and soft in his arms. Her breath tickled his skin as she slept. He never had the heart to disturb her but it was always more difficult to go back to sleep. 

The next night, something was different. Ryachi was quieter than usual. She cooked and handed him his bowl without a word. Then she returned to sit across the fire from him.

"Ryachi?" he asked, "What is wrong?"

'You are fully healed now" she whispered.

"This makes you sad?"

"Only because now you will leave and go home" she answered honestly, "I do not know if I will see you again. Soon you will forget all about me while I will always remember you."

"I won't forget you"

"Yes, you will forget as soon as you see Akane again. I know she holds a special place in your heart. Is she your wife?"

"No she's… "

"She is your girlfriend then?"

"No, Akane is…"

"Either way you love her."

"I…. Ryachi" he sighed as he looked into her glistening eyes. They sparkled with unshed tears. 

"Will you do two things for me Ryoga?" she asked softly.

"Yes" he said.

Ryachi moved over to sit next to him. She reached up and removed one of the cords around her neck. It was attached to the pendant she never took off. Looking carefully, he noticed that the pendant actually came apart. She pulled the back from the front and slipped it around his neck.

"Will you wear this so you won't forget me?" she asked softly.

"Always"

"If ever you have need of me, hold the pendant, picture me in your mind and I will come to you" she whispered.

"I will," he said giving her a small smile, "What is the other thing you wish of me?"

"Will you be my first?" her voice was so soft he almost didn't hear her over the forest night creatures.

"What?" he asked, hoping he had misunderstood her.

"I would like you to be my first" she lowered her head until he could not see her face. 

Slowly he reached forward and slid his hand into her hair, cupping the back of her head. She looked up, her eyes dark with a desire he hadn't seen before. She leaned forward, bringing her mouth within inches of his. Ryoga glanced from her eyes to her full lips and back again. On a sigh, he took her lips with his own, pulling her into his arms. Ryachi came willingly, her whimper of pleasure echoed in his mind. 

He leaned back, taking her weight onto his chest. Closing his eyes, he opened his mouth and teased the seam of her lips with his tongue. Her gasp brushed sensuously across his skin as she opened to him. His hands defined her body in his minds eye, running down the smooth curve of her back to cup her firm buttocks. Gently he parted her thighs with one of his until her core rested against his leg. 

Ryachi trembled as his hands roamed over her. He felt so good, so hard against her. His thigh, flexing and relaxing as he explored her mouth with his tongue, sent splinters of pleasure throughout her body. She quivered as he hands stroked along her inner thighs. Fire blazed a trail down as his mouth smoothed a path from her mouth to the curve of one full aching breast. With a few flicks of his tongue, she felt her top fall open baring her to his gaze. Her nipples, almost painfully aroused, radiated electric currents of desire as the wind brushed against them. Ryachi nearly screamed as her nipple was surrounded by moist wet heat. 

Ryoga drew slowly on her, teasing the taut point with the tip of his tongue, rolling it and biting gently with his fangs. Her body rocked against his thigh and he pushed up just a little harder. He was rewarded with a loud cry of pleasure. Slowly he reached between their bodies, opening her shorts quickly and pushing them down her legs. Nothing else impeded his way. He pulled away from her breasts.

"Do you like this Ryachi?" his voice almost a growl.

"Yes. Oh yes" she panted.

"And this?" he stroked gently between her thighs, just parting her nether lips and feeling the slickness of her body. He grunted as his cock grew thicker in reaction. Her body quivered almost uncontrollably. Again he stroked, going a little deeper. Then again, deeper still until he had his entire finger inside her body. She was tight, slick and hot.

"Oh… oh" she gasped unable to give him any further words. Suddenly she was all motion, pushing his shirt up and off his head. Ryachi nuzzled against his chest, her lips setting his skin on fire. His body jerked as her lips closed over his nipple. She teased the nubbin until it was as hard as her own, setting teeth and tongue to work, moving from one to the other, her body writhing above his. Nipping here and there, she moved down his body, laughing as his stomach muscles jerked in reaction. 

"Ryachi," he whispered as she pulled his pants off. He was truly magnificent.

"Ryoga, please let me" she leaned down and took the tip of his shaft into her mouth. 

His body nearly folded in two. Burying his fingers in her hair, he fell back against the ground. The cool breeze teased his shaft as her mouth slid almost completely free of him. Only to be slowly enclosed in warm wet heat once again. He watched her as his cock disappeared into her mouth again and again. It was so arousing he felt ready to burst. Gripping her shoulders, he pulled her up his body and rolled over. Hooking one leg with his arm, he probed her moist entrance gently. Then slid the tip inside.

"Ryoga!" she cried, her nails digging into his broad shoulders. He pushed further and she arched into him.

"Yes Ryachi" he panted, "you feel… so good… so tight"

"More Ryoga, more"

"As you wish"

He pushed deep into her body, stopping only when his body pressed fully against hers. Feeling her vibrate around him, he fought for control. Slowly he withdrew only to plunge inside again deep and measured. He moved steadily within her, building the tension within them both. Focusing on her pleasure, he moved his hips in small circles, testing to see what made her cry the loudest. His lips met hers, taking her cries deep into himself, he pushed deep once more. She was close; he could feel the quivering of her inner muscles as he thrust in and out, in and out.

Ryachi tossed her head back and forth against the ground. So good, pleasure flooding through her body. She couldn't do more than moan as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. Her hips thrust in counter to him, trying to take him as deep as possible. He felt so good inside her, so right, as if they were truly one. She hooked her other leg around his hip, feeling the flex of his buttocks as he continued to plunge within her. 

"Ryoga. I… " she panted. Her body shattered gradually, each thrust of his shaft inside her pushing her slowly firmly towards the end.

"That's it Ryachi, come for me" he whispered against her ear, taking the lobe and nipping it gently between his teeth, "Feel it take over you, feel the pleasure, feel me moving deep inside you. You like it…. The feel of my hard cock sliding inside you."


"Oh yes, I do… I ohh" she panted. 

"Ryachi, let go, let it take you. I'm…. right there with you" Ryoga growled. The tension in his lower spine built to the breaking point. He tried to hold it back. She was almost there, once more and she would come. He thrust hard and fast. Ryachi's scream echoed through the forest as she came apart followed closely by Ryoga's roar of male triumph. He thrust deep and held as her muscles rippled along the length of his cock, milking him until the end. 

"Ryoga!!'

"Ryachi!"

He collapsed against her; his face buried within the curve of her neck breath hot against her skin. Slowly he withdrew and rolled to his side. He reached out and pulled her against him, wrapping his body around hers as he had done so many nights before. She fit perfectly, her head just underneath his chin, his body cupping hers, his hand entwined with her and held between her breasts. She smelled of him, of woman and he found he liked the scent very much.

"Ryoga" she whispered softly. He kissed the top of her head.

"Shhh. Sleep Ryachi" he whispered.

Ryachi woke slowly. She felt the warmth of Ryoga's chest against her back, his breath tickling the back of her neck. She snuggled back against him and felt the stirring of his body. She smiled as his breath picked up and his arm tightened around her waist. Pushing her buttocks against his growing erection she was rewarded with a moan.

"Ryachi" he growled in her ear sending waves of pleasure over her body.

"Again Ryoga… please?" she whispered drawing his hand up to her breast

He caught the nipple between thumb and forefinger. Watching her, he tugged gently on her. Shards of pleasure shot straight from her breast to her core. Again he pulled as he slid his leg between her thighs.

"Oh Ryoga, yes I like that" she moaned reaching behind her to grasp his buttocks. She turned towards him, lifting her lips for his kiss. 

Smooth silky flesh slid over hard muscled thigh as she parted for him, hooking her leg over his. Now he was free to explore all of her body. Sliding his hand beneath her to give attention to her other nipple, questing fingers buried themselves in the silky curls covering the heart of her. Moans and quivers of pleasure followed his actions but that was not what she wanted. Reaching between their bodies, she wrapped loving fingers around his aching shaft. Stroking she caressed the entire hard silken length.

"You're open to me," he whispered against the sensitive outer curl of her ear. Lightly he fondled between her thighs.

"Y… yes" she moaned, "I want…"

"What do you want Ryachi?" he asked, "Tell me…. Tell me what you want"

"I want you Ryoga," she panted, "Now, I want you inside me now"

"Guide me," he caught her lobe between his fangs and nibbled gently. Squeezing her nipple and rotating it between his thumb and forefinger, he caught her sensitive bud and gave it the same treatment. Her cry echoed through the woods and her senses were bombarded with delight.

When she could think again, she reached between her thighs to grasp his shaft. Slowly she placed the head of his penis against her wet nether lips. Each contact brought a whimper to her lips.

Leisurely Ryoga rocked forward, pushing between swollen lips Inch by inch; he entered her body, gritting his teeth against the unhurried envelopment of his shaft by her wet searing heat. A growl issued from low in his chest as he entered her completely. Tight and hot, she slid over him with ease. He felt muscles quivering against his outer thigh as pleasure raced through Ryachi.

She felt filled, stretched tight over his hard length. The rightness of it settled over her. He felt so good, moving sliding within her body, bringing her exquisite pleasure. Sweetly rounded hips canted back to meet his every leisurely thrust until she no longer controlled the movements of her own body.

"Ryoga" she panted as the tension settled over her once again, spreading outward from where his body joined hers. The trembling began deep within as he moved faster and faster within her. Sensation became all and words meant nothing. Dark spots appeared before her eyes, the feelings too much for her to take. Lightning bolts of pure almost agonizing pleasure rocketed through her body. Her cry tore itself from her throat. Almost drowning out Ryoga's matching roar.

He pulsed within her, his entire body one rigid mass of muscle and sinew. It was the most incredible thing he had ever felt. Without realizing it, he bit down on her shoulder, marking her in a truly primal way. She was his. He thrust forward hard one last time as the tension shattered him. He closed his eyes, panting for breath. With what little energy remained, he used to hold her close. Her wafting breath caressed his arms as it returned to normal. Her supple warmth heated the front of his body. Ryoga could feel her coming down from the incredible height they had found.

After a few moments, he felt her body tense. Reality came once more to invade their sensual oasis. She got up and reached for her clothing. Then she began to cook the morning meal.

"Ryachi?" he asked, leaning up on one elbow.

"Today is the day you leave me, Ryoga," she said, hoping the tears were not in her voice. She could not ask him to stay with her. He had a life out there in the world beyond her forest. It did not include her.

"I…"

"No Ryoga. We both knew this day would come. I have known it from the moment I found you in the forest. The difference from that day to this is the wonderful memories you have given me. You have shown me what it is to be a woman. I can never repay that. I wouldn't even begin to try. Your world is not mine. I wish it were different but it is not and your heart belongs to another. Only call on me if you have need of me and I will be there. I promise"

"Ryachi, I never intended to hurt you."

"I never intended to be hurt. Often we cannot control what we will or will not do."

"I will never forget you Ryachi," he said, rising, dressing and walking over to her. He drew her to his feet and into his arms.

"I will never forget all of the things we have shared. Most especially not last night and this morning. I have never been given such a beautiful gift as you have bestowed upon me"

"Then the women you know are fools," she teased. Ryachi hugged him tightly "Now eat. You have a long trip ahead of you I suspect" 

Ryoga walked away from Ryachi's encampment slowly. At the rise of the hill, he turned back to see her standing there, watching him go. She said nothing to stop him, only raised her hand in a silent goodbye. His own rose to acknowledge her and then dropped sadly to his side. A part of him wished she would come with him but he knew that she would not leave her forest. In all his wanderings, he had never met anyone like Ryachi. She was special. Her kindness and her gift to him would remain always with him.



Paradise Found



The Anderson family had been blessed with good fortune for their vacation, after three weeks of rain it was finally perfect beach weather when they arrived at the tropical resort. The sky was a dark shade of blue without a hint of clouds and the sun hung high above their heads, giving them a head start on their tans. Mike and Jessica Anderson always took a vacation with their nineteen year old son Jeremy every year, but for the first time this year Jessica was allowed to plan the whole trip. 

She chose an exclusive resort on a small Caribbean island that was miles away from civilization. The resort was so big that it resembled a compound, filled with everything that anyone would need for a perfect vacation. There were three separate private beaches, one was for families with small children, the largest was the main beach, and the third was a secluded one on the edge of the property that was meant for nude sunbathing. Jessica loved the idea that the resort had a nude beach, it seemed so European, but she knew that she didn't have the nerve to ever try it at her age. 

There were five separate pools, several with built-in bars, four restaurants, three bars, two lounges, and a nightclub. Scattered throughout the resort were pool tables, ping pong tables, hammocks, and a seemingly endless list of things to make sure that you were never bored. The Anderson's booked two separate rooms on the fourth floor. Each room was equipped with a separate bedroom and living room, which contained a small wet bar.

Upon checking in they were greeted by the welcome team who promptly took their drink orders and offered to take their bags to their rooms. After they got their keys Jessica went up to her room, with a cold daiquiri in hand, to unpack while Mike and Jeremy went off to explore the resort. 

At 42 Jessica Anderson had to work hard to maintain a body that she was still proud of, even though her husband showed less and less interest every year. She knew that it was bound to happen eventually, after all she did marry a man 18 years her senior, but she still wasn't ready to accept it. Mike was a loving husband, but at 60 he didn't have the energy to keep up with his wife any more. He had given her the life and family that she always wanted and she felt that this was a small sacrifice for her to make. Jessica was 5'4" with a slight frame and shoulder length golden blonde hair that hung like a mane around her head. She had never considered cosmetic surgery, even though most of her friends have had some work done, instead choosing to spend countless hours at the gym toning and sculpting her body.

Jessica finished her daiquiri while putting her clothes away and was struck by how quickly it had gone to her head. She had never been much of a drinker and only ever had an occasional glass of wine if they went out for dinner. She enjoyed the light buzz that the tropical drink gave her while she slipped into a light sundress and a pair of low heeled sandals before heading out to find her boys.

Jessica wandered around the resort for nearly an hour, without any luck, before she decided to stop at one of the bars and have another drink. She took a seat at one of the outdoor bars and ordered a frozen daiquiri to combat the heat. She was lost in a day dream while sipping on her drink she she heard someone clear their throat behind her. She turned around to find a very athletic looking young man standing off to her side. He was only wearing a swimsuit, which showed off his dark tan and well defined chest.

"May I?" He asked pointing to the empty seat next to her.

"I guess I can't stop you." Jessica said with as must disinterest as she could muster.

Undeterred the young man took the seat next to her.

"Hi, I'm Marcus." He said while extending his hand.

Jessica politely shook his hand and introduced herself.

"I'm Jessica."

"It's nice to meet you Jessica. May I buy you another drink?" Marcus pointed to her empty glass.

"Marcus, that's very sweet of you but I should warn you that I am a happily married woman."

"I hope that doesn't mean that you can't have a friendly conversation with someone other than your husband."

"You know what I mean. You can buy me a drink, but don't get any ideas."

"I just came over to say hi. I couldn't bear to see such a beautiful woman sitting all alone."

Despite herself, Jessica blushed at the compliment.

"How old are you anyway?"

"Nineteen."

"You're not even half my age."

"Age is just a number, and besides you're a happily married woman."

Marcus put one hand on top of hers briefly before signaling for the bartender. He ordered Jessica another daiquiri and a beer for himself. The contact felt good to Jessica who had forgotten what it was like to have someone flirt with her, especially a younger man. Her heart rate quickened while they flirted over their drinks.

"My being married doesn't seem to bother you, besides can't you find someone your own age to hit on?"

"I hope I didn't offend you Jessica. I just came over to keep you company, nothing more I swear. I can leave if you would prefer."

Jessica was getting embarrassed thinking that she was reading too much into his intentions.

"No, you can stay. I'm enjoying the company."

They talked for another twenty minutes until she decided to resume her search for her family.

"I should get going. It was nice meeting you Marcus."

He stood up and took her hand in his while pulling her chair out like a gentleman.

"The pleasure was all mine. I hope to see you around."

His eyes followed her legs up from her feet to the hem of her dress while watching her hips sway from side to side as she walked away. Marcus pictured her in his room on all fours with her dress hiked up around her waist and his hands on her hips while he fucked her tight pussy from behind. It took Marcus a whole minute to snap out of it after she turned the corner and disappeared from his view. 

Jessica felt like a schoolgirl again after leaving the bar. Her heart was racing and she could feel that her face was flushed. She knew that it was nothing more than innocent flirting, but it was the most excitement she had had in a long time. 

Jessica eventually found her husband and son playing pool near the lobby of the resort.

"I've been looking all over for you guys."

"Sorry honey, we were just getting in a couple of games of pool before dinner."

"Well, I hope you're having fun. Are you guys ready to eat?"

"I don't know about you two, but I'm starving" Jeremy spoke up.

"Ok, why don't we go to the casual place tonight and get a quick bite?"

The three of them had a light dinner which included two bottles of wine. Over dessert Jessica got a second wind and wanted to see what else the resort had to offer.

"What do you say Mike, are you up for a little dancing in the club?"

"Not tonight Honey. It's getting late and I'm wiped out from the flight."

"C'mon, its vacation you're supposed to have a good time."

"Jeremy and I need to get up early tomorrow anyway. We signed up for a fishing trip in the morning."

"How about you Jeremy? Will you come to the club with me?" She was practically pleading.

"I don't know about hitting the clubs with my mother. And dad's right, I should get some sleep before the fishing trip too."

"I guess I'm on my own tonight."

"I'll go out with you tomorrow night, I promise." Mike tried his best to make her happy.

"Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow then." Jessica got up and excused herself.

"By mom, have fun."

"Don't stay out too late honey."

Jessica gave her husband a kiss and left for the club. It was already 10pm and she was feeling a little tired herself, but she wasn't ready to call it a night just yet. The night club at the resort had two separate areas. When you first walk in there is a lounge area with a circular bar surrounded by tables and chairs. Through the back of the room there is an entrance to a two story dance club. The downstairs area has a bar near the front of the room and a large open area for dancing. The upstairs portion of the club is smaller and darker with a bar near the back of the room and a smaller dance floor in the center surrounded by couches and low tables against the walls. 

Jessica lingered in the mostly empty lounge area for a minute before noticing the door to the dancing area. Curious, she found an empty spot by the bar and ordered a drink while watching the dance floor. The music was loud and the lights were low, but she was still able to get a good sense of the crowd. The room was mostly full of somewhat drunken vacationers of all ages. She was happy to find that she wasn't the oldest woman there and soon found herself swaying to the music while sipping her drink. Not wanting to stay out too late she decided to have one more drink before heading to bed. Upon ordering her second drink she noticed Marcus walking into the room and heading straight towards her.

"We meet again."

"Indeed, I can't seem to get rid of you." She said with a smirk.

"Would you like to dance?"

"I thought we went over this before, I'm a married woman."

"Oh yeah, you should be out dancing with your husband. Where is he anyway?"

"He's back at the room."

"You mean he let you out of his sight, again?" He said with heavy emphasis on the last word.

Jessica desperately wished that her husband had come out with her so that she could have avoided this conversation. For some reason she felt embarrassed when Marcus made the point about how her husband should be with her.

"If you were my wife, I would never leave your side."

"You're such a charmer."

"Well, if I can't convince you to dance with me I guess I'll have to find someone else to dance with."

"I guess so."

Marcus paused for a moment to see if she would change her mind before turning to scan the room for another partner. Seconds later he was on the other side of the room chatting up a petite brunette who appeared to be in her early twenties. 

Jessica watched as he made her laugh and then led her into the dance floor. All of a sudden, she had tunnel vision and only saw the two of them dancing. Marcus closed the gap between them with every passing song until their bodies were pressing against each other. His hands held on to her hips while he whispered something into her ear. His partner threw her head back with a big smile before leaning in to kiss him. 

Jessica caught herself imagining his hands on her hips while she moved to the music. At first she felt guilty that she was imagining another man's hands on her body but then she felt foolish that the man she was fantasizing about was the same age as her son. What nineteen year old would ever choose her over a someone like the girl that he was dancing with. She was much younger and prettier and most importantly not married. 

Now on her third drink, her eyes followed the young couple across the dance floor as their bodies pressed against each other and his hands moved from her sides and disappeared under her skirt. Jessica felt flush watching him massaging her ass in such a public display. 

It had been years since she had danced like that and she missed it. She missed the eyes on her and her husband when they used to dance like young lovebirds. She longed for the thrill of being touched and desired. Images of Marcus's bare tanned chest flashed through her head. She wondered what it would feel like to rub her hands against his bare skin. Jessica snapped out of it when she saw that the girl appeared to be saying goodbye to Marcus and he was again approaching her at the bar.

"It looks like you found a new friend."

"Are you jealous?"

Jessica couldn't admit it, but she was.

"Don't be silly."

"She was nice, but not half as pretty as you Jessica." His hand briefly grazed her arm as he spoke.

She realized that she was blushing and was grateful for the dim lighting.

"I'm sure you say that to all the women."

"Only the pretty ones. Are you sure I can't get you on the dance floor?"

"Maybe another time. I should be going."

Marcus boldly stepped forward and pushed up on her chin with his finger tips until she was looking up into his eyes.

"I hope so." Marcus leaned in and kissed Jessica on the side of her mouth so that only part of their lips touched. Being respectful he didn't want to push her too far too fast.

The kiss sent a shiver through her body and although she couldn't deny the feeling that it caused she convinced herself that it was harmless and really no different than a cheek kiss. Jessica tore herself away from him and hurried up to her room. 

Shaken from the experience in the club, Jessica tried her key in the wrong door before realizing it and walking down the hall to her room. The rooms in the resort each had a number and a letter. Her room was 442W. The W indicated which side of the resort her room faced. Her son Jeremy's room was 442E and was further down the hall on the opposite side.

Jessica snuck into her room and took a long shower before turning in for the night. The next morning she woke up alone to nurse her hangover. Not feeling up for the breakfast buffet she ordered food to the room and spent the morning lounging around in the cool air conditioned room. 

By the afternoon she was feeling a little better and headed down to one of the pools in a bright blue string bikini underneath a light linen pool dress. Wanting to avoid running into Marcus again she picked the most secluded pool she could find and charged a private cabana to the room. The pool, surrounded by two dozen luxury cabanas separated from each other by bushes, was large enough to offer the guests in cabanas relative privacy. Each cabana was facing the pool and was decked out with all the modern conveniences. They were large canvas tents open only on one side, with curtains pushed to either side of the opening that could be closed for complete privacy. Inside, they had a large queen bed, a small bar, and a ceiling fan. In front of the cabana was a pair of lounge chairs separated by a small table for drinks.

Jessica was surprised at the opulence of the cabana expecting little more than a private lounge chair and a shade. She quickly made herself comfortable, slinging her dress across one of the lounge chairs and taking her position on the other. Jessica spent the rest of the day working on her tan and enjoying the solitude. By late afternoon she was tired and headed back up to the room, hoping that her husband was home from the fishing trip already. Not seeing any signs of him she showered and got herself ready for dinner while she waited. Her husband arrived shortly after she showered.

"How was the fishing trip honey?" Jessica practically ran over to her husband and gave him a big hug and kiss as he entered the room.

"Great, Jeremy caught a keeper and we brought it back. The kitchen said that they will cook it up for us tonight."

"Wow, you guys are good. I can't wait." Jessica felt all of her pangs of guilt and embarrassment that Marcus had caused her to fade away as she held her husband.

"Jeremy even made a friend on the trip, some kid from California. How was your day?"

"Good, I worked on my tan and relaxed."

"I can tell by the look on your face that the time away from home is good for you. Why don't you go see if Jeremy is ready while I finish getting dressed?"

"Sure thing, Honey." Jessica walked down the hall to her son's room and knocked on the door.

"Jeremy, it's your mother."

"Yeah."

"Are you ready yet?"

"Yeah, I'm coming." Seconds later Jeremy appeared and they both collected Mike and then headed down to the restaurant.

They enjoyed the fresh catch and ended up having more wine than the night before. Just like the night before Jessica did her best to get Mike to come dancing with her.

"Come on, you promised last night." She begged.

"Ok, I'll come out for a little while." Turning to his son he said "What's your plan for the night?"

"I'm going to go check out the pool bar. Have fun guys."

At the club Jessica had to practically drag her husband onto the dance floor and barely an hour later he said that he was done for the night. The entire time that they danced, Jessica pictured Marcus and the brunette dancing and she tried to capture the same energy with Mike to no avail. She wasn't ready for bed yet and told him that she would be up in a little while. Alone, Jessica parked herself in the same spot as the night before and ordered herself a drink.

"Alone again?"

Startled she turned around to find Marcus beside her.

"That's not much of a come on line."

"How about, Heaven called, they're missing an angel."

"Nice try, but I've heard every one in the book."

"Since you won't accept my invitation to dance, why don't I buy you a drink?" Marcus ordered her another daiquiri, a beer for himself and two shots of tequila.

"I haven't done a tequila shot in ages."

"Don't worry; it's just like riding a bike. Marcus showed her how to put the salt on her hand, drink the shot, and finish with the lime wedge.

"Wow. That burns."

"The first one always does, but they get easier after that."

"Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

They talked and drank for a while before Jessica surprised herself by saying.

"So about that dance..."

"Are you sure, you are a married woman after all."

She hated that he said that but she knew that a little dancing was harmless.

"Let's go, before I change my mind."

Marcus took her hand and led her through the dance floor the back stair case and up to the second floor.

"It's a little less crowded up here." He said by way of explanation.

Jessica kept her distance at first, but noticed that he was slowly moving closer to her just like her had with the brunette. The alcohol had loosened her up and she allowed him to close the gap between them. They danced for a while before she felt his hands briefly touch her hips. As soon as they made contact they were gone and raised above his head. Jessica turned her back to him and again felt his hands brush against her sides before disappearing. Marcus was testing her boundaries, not wanting to scare her off. Jessica leaned forward while shaking her ass at Marcus who took the opportunity to grab her hips and grind his crotch into her. For the first time he let his hands linger on her body. 

With his hips pressed against her she thought she felt something hard but couldn't believe that he would have an hard on from dancing with her. She let his hands stay where they were convinced that with so many other people around that they weren't doing anything wrong. Jessica kept pushing her ass into Marcus while bouncing it up and down against what she thought might be his cock buried between her ass cheeks. After a while she straightened back up and turned around to face him. They were now standing with their chests pressed against each other and his hands on her hips. 

She felt the lump in his shorts pressing against her crotch and was now certain about what it was. She was flattered that at her age she could still give such a young and attractive man a hard on. Marcus's hands slowly worked from her hips to her lower back where he pulled her body into his. Jessica's nipples were rock hard and were tingling from rubbing against her young stud through her dress. Marcus could feel her hard nipples against him and decided to push his luck. He slid his hands down over the curve of her ass and took a firm grip of each cheek through her tight dress. Against her will, Jessica let out a soft moan at his touch. While holding the older woman in his arms he leaned into and kissed her. Jessica's eyes closed instinctively and her body almost went limp. Marcus kissed Jessica for the longest few seconds of her life until he felt her squirming in his arms. Thinking that he went too far he let go of her and stepped back.




Paradise Found



"I think I need a break." Jessica was feeling confused and was out of breath.

Marcus led her to a table and flagged a waitress down with their drink order. They sat next to each other on a plush couch in the back of the club, hidden from most of the room.

"I'm sorry Jessica."

"Don't apologize, it was my fault."

"I couldn't help myself."

She paused when the waitress appeared with their drinks. After she left Jessica continued.

"Listen, I think you're a sweet guy but we can't do this anymore."

"Don't say that. I'll be good I promise."

"You men are all the same, you'll say whatever it takes to get into a girl's panties."

"That's not true. I've enjoyed our time together and I think you're an amazing woman. You're beautiful and a great dancer and I'm really glad we met."

"So am I, but this isn't right."

"Why not?"

"I'm married."

"And alone."

She was angry that he was so bold, but she couldn't deny that it wasn't true. His words hung in the air between them.

Jessica finally broke the silence, "I don't know about you, but I could use more tequila."

Marcus flagged down the waitress again and ordered four shots for them. After two more shots, Jessica was drunk and still horny from the dancing, a dangerous combination that Marcus picked up on.

"Why aren't you chasing after someone like that girl from last night?" Her words blended into each other as she spoke.

"I don't know, I guess I can't control who I fall for."

Putting his hand on her knee he asked.

"Why do you keep talking to me?"

"I'm not sure. I guess I enjoy your company. The compliments don't hurt either."

She put her hand on top of his while he gently squeezed her thigh.

"Do you think I'm attractive?"

Jessica had been telling herself that there was nothing between the two of them this whole time, but she was now forced to admit it to herself.

Staring into his eyes, she nodded. Marcus moved into her and kissed her again while pushing her back against the couch. She fell back and Marcus positioned himself on top of her while they kissed. He knew that she wanted him and he took his chance. Her legs had spread enough so that his right leg was between them. 

Consumed by the weight of his body against her Jessica ran her hands through his hair while he pawed at her body. Marcus grabbed her breast with one hand and moved his other to her thigh. He massaged her breast and pinched her nipple through her dress while rubbing her inner thigh.

"Ohhh..." She moaned into his mouth.

He knew that this was his opportunity to finally fuck her and moved his hand slowly up her thigh pushing against the hem of her tight dress as he moved further between her legs. He paused briefly when he reached her panties.

"Mmmmmmm...." She moaned again as the young man rubbed his finger against her aching pussy through her panties. She was dripping wet and Marcus could feel the heat from her pussy through her soaked panties.

His mouth moved from her lips to her neck while his hands pushed further against her aching pussy. Jessica arched her head back onto the couch allowing Marcus's lips to move from her neck to her chest. He kissed and licked her bare skin between her breasts while pinching her hard nipple between his fingers. 

Jessica was lost in the moment and felt the heat between her legs growing. She knew what was about to happen while Marcus's hand cupped her pussy. His fingers rubbed along the length of her pussy through her wet panties while she arched her back as she came. Jessica bit her lower lip, her body shuddering beneath the young man with his hand between her legs.

"Oh god." She groaned.

Knowing that she had to stop him from going any further she pushed his hands off of her and sat back up. After taking a moment to catch her breath she stood up without saying a word and turned to leave. Marcus grabbed her hand as he rose and pulled her back into him. He kissed her again, pushing his tongue into her mouth before she pushed him away.

"I should go." She whimpered as she turned and walked away with her dress bunched up around her waist exposing her wet panties.

Watching her pulled the hem of her dress back down over her panties as she left Marcus brought his hand to his face and smelled her aroma. His eyes followed her ass through the crowd while imagining her body straddling him as he pounded her with his cock. He was so close.

Jessica knew that she did the right thing by leaving. She tried to tell herself that it was nothing more than heavy petting and that she had nothing to be guilty about. She knew that she had let things go too far but she couldn't deny to herself how badly she wanted to let him go further. Back at her room she took another long shower before going to bed. 

The next morning she again woke up alone, she knew that her husband would already be at breakfast because he and Jeremy were planning on going on an ATV tour of the island. Jessica ordered up another breakfast for herself and tried to go back to sleep while waiting for it. A knock at the door woke her up and she answered it without thinking to put on a robe to cover herself. 

Upon opening the door, Jessica was very surprised to see Marcus standing before her wearing nothing but sneakers and shorts with a towel slung over his shoulder. Marcus, too, was surprised; he had been looking for a different room.

"What are you doing here?"

"I.. uh.. was looking for..."

Jessica heard a door opening in the hallway and without letting him even finish his thought she grabbed his hand and pulled him into her room shutting the door behind them.

"Nobody can see you here!" She said sharply.

"I..."

He stammered while taking in the sight before him. Jessica was still wearing her nightie, which was a thin white silk babydoll split up the front with lace trim. The negligee barely came down far enough to cover her matching white silk bikini panties and the slit in the front left them plainly visible. 

Marcus openly ogled the older woman while he tried to compose his thoughts. She quickly turned away from him and pushed her face to the door, scouting the hallway through the eyehole. Marcus was still not sure how he had gotten so lucky, but he couldn't resist another opportunity with the sexy older woman. 

She was so nervous about being caught with a half naked man in her room that she didn't even notice his two hands pressed against her bare thighs while she kept lookout. Marcus stepped closer to her and moved his hands to her ass. While he massaged her soft round ass cheeks, Jessica abruptly turned around to face him. With his hands still on her thighs and their faces only inches apart he could feel her warm breath against his lips. Jessica's heart was racing at the prospect of getting caught and the fact that someone other than her husband was in her bedroom and freely touching her body. 

She couldn't believe that she was standing practically naked only inches away from a half naked man less than half her age. She had never contemplated adultery before, but for some reason she couldn't get the thought of riding his young hard cock out of her head. She knew that men still found her attractive but she hadn't been pursued by anyone in nearly two decades. 

Not a word was exchanged between them while Marcus moved one of his hands under her nightie and up her side. Her body quivered as his hand slid across her bare skin until he was cupping her breast. Squeezing her soft flesh he leaned in and kissed her. Involuntarily, she felt a moan escape her lips into his while his hand massaged her breast.

Marcus's other hand moved across her tight stomach and pushed down inside the waistband of her panties. He was pinching her nipple and his tongue was pressing against her lips when his other hand brushed along her neatly shaven pussy. One of his fingers pushed up against her and slipped between the dripping wet folds of her pussy. Jessica fell back against the door desperate to give herself to him. She knew she had to stop him but instead she lowered her body down onto his hand letting his finger push deeper into her body. 

His finger was several inches into her hot wet pussy when she finally managed to say through a moan. "unnngghh.... no.... I.... ohhhh..... can't....." His finger was now sliding easily in and out of her body as he ignored her protests.

While her wet pussy was being massaged by his finger she somehow managed to collect herself enough to sidestep him.

Her face was flush and she was panting heavily, her chest heaving with every breath straining her erect nipples against the thin silk negligee, when she said. "How did you know what room I was in?"

"I didn't. I was looking for someone else, I guess I got the wrong room."

"You need to leave, NOW" She said sternly.

No matter how good he felt, she couldn't risk getting caught. She turned and opened the door.

Before leaving he reached around and grabbed her ass. Marcus pulled her into him slamming her body against his. He leaned into her and with an open mouth he kissed her, pushing his tongue inside of her mouth, tasting her. After a brief passionate kiss he pulled back and with a smirk said "Until we meet again." Before finally leaving her room.

Jessica fell back against the door panting. She was both scared and hornier than she had been in years. While still leaning against the door she pushed her hand into her panties letting them fall down her legs onto the floor and then she picked up where he left off. 

She hadn't touched herself since she was in college, but she needed to relieve herself badly. She rubbed her breast with one hand, causing the thin strap of her nightie to fall from her shoulder while fucking herself with her other hand. She imagined that it was Marcus's finger plunging deep inside of her while she brought herself to a knee buckling orgasm. Her moment was interrupted, however, when someone knocked at the door. 

Jessica was still cumming when she heard a chipper voice ring out. "Room service."

It took a moment before she could speak. "Please leave it outside." She managed to get out between pants, her pussy still throbbing as her orgasm continued.

"You need to sign Ma'am."

Still out of breath she pulled her fingers from her dripping wet pussy and turned to open the door. A short man in uniform bounded into her room oblivious to her condition and placed the tray down on the table. Holding out a slip for her to sign he walked back towards her. His eyes grew as big as saucers when he finally noticed that she was barely dressed. She watched as his eyes darted from her body to her panties lying in a heap on the floor and back up to the strap of her nightie that had fallen down exposing her breast. He stared at her bare breast for a moment until his gaze drifted down to her glistening pussy that was partially exposed through the slit in the front of her nightie. Jessica felt her juices dripping from her pussy and flowing down her thigh while she stood barely clothed in front of this strange man.

Without making any attempt to cover herself up she took the slip of paper and pen and signed it without even noticing that her hand was drenched in her juices. She handed the damp slip of paper back to him and stepped aside so that he could leave. He stumbled towards the door while trying to take in every inch of her body before he left. 

In the hallway Marcus ran into Jeremy who was coming out of his room.

"Dude, what took you so long?"

"You'll never guess what happened."

"C'mon, we'll be late; tell me on the way."

As they hurried down the hall Marcus pushed his hand up to Jeremy's face and held his finger, still covered in Jeremy's mother's juices, up to his nose. Jeremy inhaled the sweet aroma from his friend's fingers before Marcus took his hand away and licked her juices off. 

He told Jeremy everything about the hot older blond. He told him how he met her, and about making out with her at the bar and finally about going to the wrong room and finding her half naked. Marcus took his time telling Jeremy about how soft and firm her breasts were and how wet her pussy was when he was rubbing her. Jeremy could hardly believe it, but his adolescent imagination ran wild thinking about fucking a hot horny older woman like that.

Jessica had to take a shower to calm herself down before she could even manage to eat breakfast. After a few hours alone she decided that she needed to get out and headed to the pool. Over a light blue string bikini she wore a chiffon jumper that buttoned up the front and a pair of low heeled sandals. On the path to the pool where the cabanas were she noticed a small sign pointing to the private beach. The sign indicated that you had to be at least 18 years old to enter. She figured that this must be the nude beach. 

She never would have considered it before, but her encounters with Marcus had given her a new found self-confidence. Knowing that her family was nowhere near the resort, she changed course and headed through the gate to the private beach. The beach was big and only sparsely populated. She found a half dozen people, mostly older couples, laying about in various stages of undress. 

Jessica picked a spot far from anyone else and put out her towel and took off her jumper. She was still too nervous to take anything else off so she just laid out in her bikini. She spent the next hour on the beach reliving the scene from her room in her head over and over. She longed to feel Marcus's fingers inside of her again. After about an hour she was getting a little worked up and felt bold enough to remove her top. Still nervous, she turned onto her stomach with her top off so that nobody could see her. After a little more time passed she worked up enough nerve to finally turn over exposing her breasts to everyone on the beach.

Slowly she rolled onto her back with her arms across her chest, while looking around to see if anyone was watching her. Satisfied that nobody cared she moved her arms to her sides. Feeling the cool ocean air blowing across her bare breasts was exhilarating for her and she felt liberated that she was topless in public for the first time in her life. Lying out in the sun she scanned the side of the hotel looking for any indication that someone could see her. The only movement she saw was two shadows moving around inside one of the rooms. 

She thought that she recognized the towel hanging off of the balcony as the same one that Marcus had in his hand earlier in the morning and wondered if that was Marcus in the room. She knew that the chances were next to impossible, but she imagined that it was him looking down at her and immediately she felt a tingling between her legs. She felt his hands on her body, his lips against hers, his warm breath against her skin. She turned her head to survey the beach again and decided that she was far enough away from everyone else that she could have a little fun.

Jessica pulled her knees up and pushed her legs apart while imagining that he was standing between her legs. She looked up at his naked body glistening in the early afternoon sun. Sweat dripped from his body while he slowly knelt between her legs. Jessica's hands moved down her stomach and into her bikini bottom.

"Ohhh..." She moaned to herself as her hand made contact with her pussy.

"Check it out!" Marcus called his friend over.

"That's her, that's the chick that I hooked up with."

"Dude, that's my...." Jeremy caught himself before he told Marcus that he was talking about his mother.

"No way you hooked up with her."

"I swear to god, her room is right across the hall."

Jeremy pulled the curtain back further to get a better look while his mother rolled onto her back unwittingly exposing herself to the two young horny boys. Jeremy had spent all morning fantasizing about fucking some horny MILF in the club after hearing his friend's stories, and now his mother suddenly popped into his fantasies. 

He had never really thought of her in any kind of sexual way but between smelling her juices on Marcus's finger and now staring down at her beautiful naked breasts everything changed. He studied her body from his room. He could see the thin layer of sweat glistening against her skin while the sun tanned her body. The two teenagers watched intently as Jessica spread her legs apart. Marcus pulled Jeremy closer to him as her hand made its way between her legs and into her bikini bottom. 

"I'm definitely going to fuck her before I go home tonight."

Jeremy couldn't believe that he was watching his topless mother rubbing her pussy in broad daylight while Marcus kept insisting that he was going to fuck her. A million thoughts ran through his head, but mainly he just stared at her body reacting to her touch. He watched his mother's legs spread further apart, giving her better access to her pussy. Her back arched and her chest heaved while she fucked herself.

Jessica blocked out the rest of the world as she imagined Marcus's hard cock pushing deep into her waiting body. She pushed her fingers deeper into her pussy while daydreaming about riding Marcus's hard young cock. She felt his body against hers, his hips slapping against hers, his lips on her nipples. She began moaning as she brought herself to climax on the beach. 

Her breath quickened and her moaning got louder the closer she got until she finally felt an explosion between her legs. His cock pounded into her while she came. Her pussy gripped tightly to his hard cock while waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Panting, she closed her eyes and imagined her young lover lying on top of her, sweating and out of breath. Jessica continued to gently rub her pussy while the last of her orgasm subsided. 

Marcus and Jeremy watched from the window as Jessica's head fell back in ecstasy while she came. They both watched in silence as the older woman fell back onto her towel panting in her afterglow. Eventually she stood up and without putting her bikini top back on she dressed in her chiffon jumper and collected her things before walking off the beach. 

They watched as she looked up at their window and lifted her sunglasses. Jessica knew that she had been watched the whole time and hoped that it was Marcus. Looking up at the room she gave her hidden audience a wink and blew them a kiss while walking away. Her heart was pounding just thinking about the fact that she just masturbated in public while two people watched her. Jessica didn't know what had come over her but the thrill of such an exhibition left her feeling even hornier than she had been before. 

She didn't feel like going back up to her room yet and wanted a little more privacy after her public debut so she booked herself another cabana and settled in to one of the lounge chairs after making herself a stiff drink. 

Jeremy tried to stop himself from joining his friend in talking about how horny he got watching that MILF finger fuck herself on the beach but he couldn't help himself. Before long he too was describing in detail how much he wanted to fuck his own mother. Jeremy's head was spinning with thoughts of his naked mother. While they talked about Jessica, Marcus moved closer to the door so that he could hear if she returned to her room. After twenty minutes passed he decided that she wasn't coming up to her room and that he wanted to hunt her down. He came up with an excuse and because he was leaving that night he swapped cell phone numbers with Jeremy.

"I'll see you later, enjoy the rest of your trip."

"Thanks, and good luck with that MILF." Jeremy felt ashamed that he was encouraging another guy to try to fuck his mom. Any other day and he never would have considered that his mother would cheat on his father but after hearing about Marcus's escapades he wasn't so sure anymore. Even if he thought there was a chance, knowing that he was leaving in a matter of hours meant that Marcus didn't have a shot at her. 




Paradise Found



Marcus headed straight to the front desk and, posing as her son, gave the attendant her room number and asked if they knew where his mother was. He was told which cabana she had booked and was even given a photocopied map on which the attendant was kind enough to mark her location for him. On his way he stopped at a bar and picked up a beer for himself and a daiquiri for Jessica. He found her still dressed in her jumper half asleep on one of the lounge chairs with an empty glass by her side.

"Mind if I join you?"

Jessica looked up startled and peered at him quizzically.

"I brought you a drink, I hope you don't mind."

Marcus handed her the drink and sat down on the other lounge chair.

"I thought you might want some company after your trip to the beach."

Jessica froze. In her fantasy, she had hoped that he was watching her on the beach, but now that she was faced with reality she felt ashamed and embarrassed. Marcus noticed her face redden.

"Don't be embarrassed, I've told you before how sexy your body is. You should be proud of it."

When she was alone on the beach she was excited with the thrill of being watched but Jessica suddenly felt dirty thinking about the young man and his friend watching her play with herself. Jessica took a big swig of her drink while trying to figure out what to say.

"You seem to always know where I am. Should I be concerned that you're a stalker?"

"Stalker? No, just think of me as an admirer."

"How sweet." Jessica turned her head and resumed her position stretched out on the lounge chair.

Marcus sat up in his chair while they sat in silence. He admired her long smooth legs and longed to crawl between them and eat her pussy. He noticed a piece of light blue fabric sticking out of her bag and knew that she was still not wearing her bikini top beneath the thin material of her jumper. Thinking that her eyes were closed, he openly gawked at the swell of her breasts until he caught an unmistakable hint of her nipples through the thin fabric. He watched her breasts rise and fall with her breath until he decided that he had to make his move. 

"I could use a fresh drink, would you like one too?" Marcus said as he rose to his feet.

Jessica had been well aware that the young man had been staring at her the entire time. She was torn between the embarrassment that she felt from finding out that he had seen her pleasuring herself and the raw sexual energy that she felt knowing that this hot young man wanted nothing more than to fuck her senseless.

"Sure, I'll have whatever you're having."

Marcus moved behind the bar in the cabana and before he made the drinks he positioned his cell phone on the bar and called Jeremy. Marcus filled two tall glasses with ice and tequila and squeezed a generous amount of lime juice into each one before returning to the lounge chair and handing Jessica her drink. 

Jeremy answered the video conference request on his phone and watched as someone passed in front of the camera before disappearing, leaving just an empty room. In the foreground, Jeremy could see a bottle of tequila and could just barely make out a bed at the far end of the dimly lit room. Not knowing what to make of it he sat down on his bed and watched the streaming video, waiting for something to happen.

Marcus and Jessica again sat in silence while he watched her down her drink much faster than he expected. Marcus didn't hesitate when he heard the ice jingling in her empty glass.

"Would you like another drink Jessica?"

"Sure, that was good Marcus. Thanks."

Marcus made sure that he touched her hand as she handed him her empty glass. While mixing her drink he saw Jessica standing in the open doorway of the cabana. Her blond hair fell around her shoulders and the bright sun beating down on her left little to the imagination when combined with her thin jumper. Marcus stepped towards her and handed her the glass. He then moved to the doorway and untied the curtains letting them fall into place and giving then another layer of privacy. The entrance was now obscured by a thin sheet of fabric that was nearly transparent. It was enough that you couldn't tell who was in the cabana, but you could clearly see their silhouettes. 

When Marcus turned back to Jessica he saw that she was well into her second tequila and had placed the half empty glass on the bar. He knew that there was nothing stopping him anymore.

Jeremy watched in shock as his mother appeared in front of the camera. He couldn't see her face, but he recognized the outfit that she had worn on the beach earlier. He watched her gulp down most of a full glass of what he suspected was tequila before setting the glass down.

Marcus swooped in to Jessica like an animal chasing its prey. His right hand wrapped around her waist and his left hand pulled her face towards his. She fell into his arms as he pulled her body into his. Their bodies, hot from the sun, crashed into each other as they kissed. Jessica knew that there was no turning back and was prepared to give herself to her young lover. She felt as anxious as a young virgin on prom night.

Marcus broke their kiss and took a step back. Jeremy watched as his friend slowly unbuttoned his mother's jumper exposing her perfect breasts as the thin material first parted to reveal her tan skin and then fell to the floor. His mother now stood in front of the camera wearing nothing but her bikini bottom. Jeremy couldn't help himself anymore; he stripped off his shorts and positioned himself in his bed with his phone propped up so that he could watch his friend fuck his mother while he stroked his cock. He grabbed a bottle of body lotion and started pounding his meat while Marcus led his mother to the bed. The camera was positioned so that it was facing the side of the bed leaving him with a clear shot of the action.

"Have you ever had a body shot Jessica?"

Still reeling from the sheer magnitude of what she was doing she looked into Marcus's eyes and said no.

"Follow me."

Marcus led her to the bed and positioned her in the middle with her knees hanging off of the edge. Jeremy continued stroking his cock while watching Marcus hook his fingers into the sides of his mother's bikini and slid it off her legs. 

"Ok, this is how it works. You need to be very still, ok?"

"Ok."

"I'm going to pour some tequila into your belly button and then I'll drink it out."

"What about the salt and lime?" She asked.

"Don't you worry about a thing." Marcus grabbed the necessary items from the bar and first squeezed a little lime juice between Jessica's breasts before sprinkling some salt. Then he leaned forward and pushed the lime wedge into her mouth. He finished the set up by pouring a little tequila onto her quivering belly. After putting the bottle down he leaned up and licked her chest and then lapped up the tequila before finally bringing his mouth to hers and lowering his half naked body against her.

He reveled in the feeling of her soft breast pressing against his bare chest while he sucked on the lime. After spitting it to the side he pressed his lips against hers and kissed her. Jessica could feel the heat of his crotch against hers. She spread her legs further apart so that she could feel his hard cock pressing against her wet pussy. 

"How was that?" Marcus asked after pulling his head up for air.

"Mmmmmm....." Was all she managed to get out.

"Do you want another one?"

Jessica could only nod in response.

Jeremy was furiously pumping his fist up and down as he watched his friend lift his body up off his mother's naked frame and set up another body shot. This time he didn't bother with the lime and handed the bottle to her. He instructed her on how to pour it slowly and after again burying his face between her breasts he eagerly lapped up the brown liquor. Jessica slowly poured the liquor onto her body while her young stud worked hard trying to lick up every ounce. She let the bottle drift down until she was pouring it below her belly button and across her soaking wet pussy. 

The feeling of the cold liquid against her hot pussy was quickly replaced by his hungry mouth as he didn't skip a beat and pushed his face against the older woman's tequila soaked pussy. He licked up every drop of liquor before he pushed his tongue past her lips and into her hot opening.

Jeremy felt himself getting close to climax while watching his own mother get her pussy eaten out by his friend. He knew it was wrong to watch his mother like this, but he couldn't help himself. She was no longer just his mother to him. She was now a hot MILF that he was desperate to fuck. The sight of her naked body writhing in pleasure was too much for him and he came all over his chest while listening to his mother's moans.

"Oh yes Marcus. Fuck me with your mouth."

Marcus moved his head vigorously from side to side while he aggressively fucked her with his tongue. He gripped onto her thighs, pulling her into him, while tasting her cream. Jessica grabbed onto his hair and nearly suffocated him while holding his face against her pussy. She was experiencing her biggest orgasm in years and didn't want it to ever end. Marcus slowly continued to lick and suck on her while she slowly calmed down. Panting heavily, Jessica rolled off of the bed and stood up.

"Your turn."

She pulled him up and pushed his shorts to the ground before pushing him down onto the bed. She took a lime wedge and squeezed it onto the tip of his cock and then coated it with salt. She then place the lime wedge between his lips and then poured tequila onto his chest. Jeremy watched in shock as his mother wrapped her lips around the tip of Marcus's cock and then swallowed his entire hard shaft into her mouth. His mother's head bobbed up and down for a moment before she finally pulled her mouth off of his cock and lowered her face to his stomach. She happily licked up what little liquor remained on his body and then crawled up his body until she could take the lime into her mouth. Straddling the young man with the lime in her mouth she could feel the tip of his hard cock pressed against the soft flesh of her aching pussy. She put her hands on his chest and Jeremy watched his mother slowly lower herself on his cock. 

"Ohhhhh....." She cried as the lime fell to the floor.

Seeing his mother filled with his friend's cock for the first time finally caused him to realize that she really was going to fuck him. Without realizing it, a wave of incredible jealousy ripped through his body. He had to have her for himself. He reached for the phone with his cum covered hand and dialed the front desk. He continued to watch his mother ride Marcus's cock while waiting to get patched through to her cabana. He heard the phone ringing through the video and saw her freeze with his cock still buried deep between her legs.

"....yes...." She said between heavy breaths.

"Mom?"

She tried to compose herself. 

"Is everything ok? You don't sound so good."

With the phone to her ear she sat upright while continuing to grind her hips into Marcus while she tried to respond.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just... uhhh... a little out of breath from swimming. ahhhhh." She let out another moan into the phone.

Jeremy felt his cock growing again as he heard the lust in her voice while she fucked him. 

"I just called to let you know that I'm heading down to join you for a little while."

"You're what?" She blurted out.

"I feel bad that we haven't spent much time together. I'll be right there." He hung up the phone before she could try to talk him out of it.

Jeremy watched the little screen on his phone as his panicked mother rolled off of Marcus. He pleaded with her but she insisted that he leave right away. Moments later the screen went blank. 

On his way down to the cabana, Jeremy ran into Marcus.

"What happened? Why did you split like that?"

Still out of breath he replied.

"Her fucking son called and cock blocked me! That MILF is so fucking hot, I can't believe it."

"It's too bad you're leaving soon, I guess you won't be getting another shot at her."

"Yeah, well I hope somebody ends up fucking that tight little pussy of hers. That chick is ready to party."

"I'll see if I can't finish what you started Marcus."

"Make me proud Jeremy. Just get her drunk and she will do anything you want, trust me. I gotta fly, I'll call you sometime. Good luck."

Jeremy suspected that the only cabana with its curtain drawn was the one that his mother was getting fucked in only minutes earlier. He nervously approached the cabana and pushed the thin curtain apart.

"Mom?" He said tentatively as he pushed his head into her love tent. Jeremy was struck by the thick smell of sex that hung in the air. He immediately recognized the scent of his mother's wet pussy from when Marcus had shoved his fingers in his face after fingering her in her room.

After waiting a moment and not getting a reply, Jeremy walked into the cabana and found his mother lying on the bed. She had put her bikini back on, but had apparently fallen asleep while waiting for him to come down. Though she was still awake, she couldn't bring herself to face her son after what she had just done so she pretended to be asleep. Through slits in her eyelids she saw her son standing in the doorway of the cabana and for the first time she noticed how muscular his young body was. She felt an instant pang of guilt at the passing sexual thought of her son.

Jeremy approached the bed and stood over his mother's sleeping body. Images of Marcus's face buried between her legs flashed through his mind as he looked down at her. He knew that he would never be able to look at her the same way again. 

Jeremy leaned forward and shook his mother hard enough to be confident that she was passed out. He then lowered his face to her crotch and examined the scene of the crime. Jessica could no longer see him and wondered where he had gone. 

Her sweet aroma filled his senses as he moved his face to within an inch of her bikini. He carefully examined the outline of her pussy lips pressing against the light blue fabric, the outline of her pubic hairs and the thin layer of sweat that covered her thighs. His warm breath against her bare skin caught her off guard and caused her to stir which pushed her crotch up high enough that it bumped against his mouth before she settled down again. 

She couldn't believe that she had just pushed her pussy into her son's face. Jeremy wanted to jump on top of her and fuck her right then and there, but he knew that he had to wait. 

She couldn't wait for him to leave. Her heart was pounding in her chest and between her heightened state of arousal and the tequila she realized that she was starting to have sexual thoughts about her own son. She was horny and confused, not a good combination for a drunk woman. 

Jeremy continued to breathe on her bare thigh, hoping to make her push her pussy into his face again. Jessica felt every breath of his cascading down her thigh and across her crotch. She needed a cock inside of her, but she didn't know how she would get one. 

After a few minutes, Jeremy decided that he should let her sleep it off and went back up to his room to wait for dinner. As soon as he got to his room he stripped off his clothes and jerked off again thinking about fucking his mother. 

Jessica too needed relief and as soon as Jeremy left she buried her hand between her legs and rubbed herself while her thoughts bounced between Marcus and Jeremy. After cumming again she drifted off to sleep. 

After a few hours she collected herself and headed back to her room. Her husband wanted to have an early dinner and sent her to check on Jeremy as soon as she got to the room. By now she had put her thin jumper back on over her bikini and knocked on her son's door. He let her in and they both tried to pretend that nothing had happened in the tent earlier. 

Jessica was still groggy and partially drunk from earlier and poured herself a glass of water while she asked Jeremy how long he needed to be ready for dinner. As they talked, he walked into the bedroom and she wandered over to the balcony, where she recognized the towel that she saw from the beach earlier in the day.

"Jeremy?"

"Yeah mom."

"That friend of yours."

"Yeah, what about him?"

"What is his name?"

"Marcus, why?"

She froze. Now she knew who the other shadow was. Her son had watched her masturbating on the beach, and that explained why he had practically buried his face into her crotch earlier.

"No reason..." Her thoughts drifted off as she stared down at the nude beach.

"I haven't seen much of him lately though" He thought about telling her that he left already, but he didn't want to disappoint her. He figured that if she thought there was a chance that she could meet Marcus again later in the night that she would not only dress in a sexier outfit for dinner but that she would spend the night horny thinking about fucking him.

"Why not?"

"He met a girl."

"Is that right, I guess everyone is entitled to a little vacation romance."

"Whatever mom."

"Have you met her? What's she like?" She pried to see if he talked about her.

"I haven't met her, but he told me all about her."

"Oh yeah, like what?"

"Well, I know she's older than him."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Not at all. Have you seen some of the older women walking around here wearing next to nothing?"

"Did he say anything else?" She kept fishing for compliments.

"He said she is gorgeous and has a great personality and..." Jeremy stopped in mid sentence.

"And?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"You can't stop now." She had to hear everything.

"Ok, well he said that not only is her pussy as wet and sweet as a ripe peach but it's also the tightest one that he ever fucked."

"Jeremy!" His mother said in mock disapproval while basking in the moment knowing that a hot young man would use such vulgar language to describe her. Jessica's pussy was aching for his cock again.

"You said you wanted to hear everything."

"Get yourself ready for dinner. We'll pick you up in 30 minutes."

Jessica left his room and took a long shower before getting dressed for her next encounter with Marcus. This time she was prepared to fuck him once and for all with no interruptions. Jessica wore a green silk wrap around dress that tied together in the front above her waist. The dress was the shortest one she owned, coming down to her mid thigh, and the slit in the front offered a tantalizing peek of her inner thighs with every step that she made. Underneath her dress she wore a sheer lace bra and matching string bikini panties that were held up by a loose bow on either hip. To finish off the outfit she wore a pair of open-toed five inch black high heels. 

Jessica couldn't stop herself from fantasizing about Marcus while she was getting ready for dinner and more than once she had to sneak into the bathroom to slip her hand into her panties and relieve some of her pent up sexual energy. By the time she was finally ready for dinner her panties were already soaked from her juices.

Jeremy's parents met him at his room and they all went down to the restaurant together. Jeremy sat next to his mother at dinner and was sure that he could smell her wet pussy the entire time. At one point he even dropped his napkin under the table just so that he could get his face closer to her lap and take in her aroma. He knew that she was still horny from when he interrupted her earlier and he spent the entire meal strategizing about how best to take advantage of her. In the meantime, he made sure to keep his mother's wine glass full.

After dinner, Jessica's husband Mike announced that he was tired and planned on retiring for the night just as she had hoped. Jessica mentioned to Jeremy that there was going to be a bonfire at the beach, trying to keep him far from the nightclub where she hoped to see Marcus again. The three of them left for their own nightly activities after their meal, but Jeremy had no intention of letting his mother out of his sight. He knew that she was horny, and with Marcus gone she would be lonely too, and just had to wait until she had a few more drinks before he broke the news to her about Marcus to set his trap.




Paradise Found



Jeremy followed his mother into the nightclub and managed to sneak past her and make his way to the upper area unnoticed. From a distance he watched her down several drinks while anxiously keeping an eye on the door for her young stud. After an hour and a half, his mother had already gone through three cocktails and he decided that the time was right to set his plan into motion. Jeremy made his way to the bar where his mother was and sidled up next to her and ordered a drink for each of them.

"Hi mom."

Somewhat surprised and disappointed she replied, "Oh, hi Jeremy."

"Are you meeting someone here?"

Embarrassed she tried to deflect attention away from herself.

"Of course not. I'm just taking in the scene. Why aren't you out having fun with your new friend?"

"Marcus?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, he left a few hours ago. So I'm flying solo tonight."

Jessica's heart sank. She never planned on having an affair, but Marcus had succeeded in breaking down her defenses. She knew that she could never pursue a relationship like this at home and was forced to accept that her romantic vacation fling wasn't meant to be. But despite the disappointing news, her body was still on fire.

Marcus sensed her disappointment.

"There's no need for both of us to be alone." He said while handing her a drink. 

He knew from Marcus that tequila was her weakness.

"This is a new drink that Marcus got me hooked on." He said while holding his glass up to hers.

Jessica recognized the tequila lime concoction immediately and took a large gulp before lowering her glass. Jeremy tried his best to engage his mother in conversation but she was too distracted for him to get anywhere. 

After finishing their second tequila drink Jessica complained about having a headache and asked him to escort her back to her room. She didn't really have a headache, but wanted to get up to her room so that she could at least finger herself while imagining Marcus was fucking her one last time. Realizing that his last shot was slipping through his fingers Jeremy led them past the pool with the cabanas.

"It's nice and quiet out here." He tested the waters.

"Yes, it is a beautiful night."

"Why don't we have one last drink before going up to our rooms? I'm sure we can sneak into one of these cabanas and nobody will ever know."

Jeremy's plan was already working. The two drinks in the bar on top of the ones that his mother had earlier had more than done their job and she was now clearly drunk.

"Sure, one more drink won't hurt anyone." His mother's words slurred together as she spoke.

Jeremy led her back to the same cabana that she had rented earlier in the day knowing that she wouldn't be able to not think about Marcus fucking her in it. This part of the resort was deserted at night and he didn't even bother closing the thin curtain at the entrance as he led her to the bar. Jeremy quickly whipped up two more tequila drinks and handed one to his mother. She surprised him by finishing hers off in one gulp and slamming her glass on the bar. 

Drunk and horny, Jessica's thoughts kept returning to the fact that her very own son had watched her fucking herself on the beach. She wondered if it turned him on to watch his mother in such a lurid display with her fingers buried between her legs. Looking into her son's eyes she thought she recognized the same lust that she say in Marcus's eyes. She momentarily pushed her better judgment aside and broke their silence.

"You know what we should do?" Jessica was holding onto the bar to keep herself steady.

"No, what?" Jeremy's interest was piqued.

"Have you ever done a body shot?"

Remembering what happened last time she did a body shot with his friend, Jeremy was all too happy to play along.

"No. Why don't you show me what you have in mind?" He flashed her a crooked smile and watched as she turned and flung herself onto the same bed that his friend had fucked her on earlier.

Lying on her back she instructed him to bring her the bottle of tequila, lime and the salt shaker. While he collected those items she positioned herself with her knees hanging off the side of the bed and waited for him. Jeremy handed her the three items and watched as she spread her legs apart and pushed the opening of her dress open, revealing her sheer panties and her stomach. Jessica bent her knees and hooked the heels of her shoes into the edge of the bed. With her legs spread wide open she told her son to kneel between her legs.

"You know how to take a proper tequila shot right?" She tilted her head up and looked at him between her legs.

"Yeah. Salt, tequila, then lime." Kneeling between her legs he was able to clearly see her pussy through the thin damp triangle of material between her thighs.

Jessica rubbed one of the lime wedges on her inner thigh and then put it into her mouth. She then sprinkled salt onto her wet flesh and then poured the tequila onto her stomach. 

"What are you waiting for?" She mumbled with the fruit in her mouth.

Jeremy nervously leaned between her mother's spread legs and licked the salt off of her thigh with the tip of his tongue. He wanted to grab her and fuck her but he resisted the urge. On his knees he leaned between her legs. He could smell her pussy as his face passed over her crotch before he slurped the tequila off of her and then climbed onto the bed and took the lime from her mouth. He waited a moment before finally standing back up between her legs. With the fruit still in his mouth he stared at his mother on the bed. With her legs spread out and her dress wide open she was practically naked and was clearly very horny.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" She teased.

He shook his head, still in disbelief.

"Let's try another one."

He watched as his mother rubbed another lime on her other thigh and the prepared the rest of the shot. This time he didn't need any prompting and dropped right to his knees. With his face between her thighs he pressed his tongue against her bare flesh. Instead of just using the tip this time he pressed his whole tongue against her as he drew it slowly across her thigh. 

"Ohhh..." She moaned through the lime.

He licked and sucked while his mouth moved closer and closer to her panties. As soon as his tongue brushed against the elastic leg band of her underwear he pushed his head up and sucked up the liquor. While his tongue danced across her stomach she poured more tequila onto herself for him to lap up. 

While he cleaned her off she moved the bottle down her body until she was pouring it on top of her panties. Jeremy's lips followed the stream of liquor down her body pausing briefly as he hit the waistband of her panties before continuing further down. He eagerly licked he tequila off of his mother's pussy until she stopped pouring and he just kept licking her juices through the thin fabric. Jeremy could feel the heat from his mother's dripping wet pussy against his lips while licking her. 

"Oh yes," She moaned, letting the lime fall from her mouth. "Don't stop."

Jeremy reached his arms around her legs and placed his hands on her hips to give him better leverage. He continued sucking his mother's pussy through her soaking wet panties while her hips rocked into his face in a rhythmic motion. 

His fingers found the bows that held her panties together and tugged on them leaving her thin wet panties loosely draped across her aching pussy. He bit the front panel with his teeth and pulled his head back while she lifted her ass up off of the bed. With his mother's panties dangling from his mouth and her juices dripping down his chin he stared hungrily into her glistening pussy. The golden tendrils of her pussy hair were wet and matted down against the soft mound between her legs. 

He let her panties fall from his mouth and pushed his face back against her flesh. His tongue made the first contact as he drew it across the length of her wet lips. A soft moan escaped her lips while her son eagerly attacked her pussy with the energy of a teenager. Jeremy reveled in her now familiar taste and smell while lapping at her pussy like a dog that hasn't drank in weeks. 

"Oh god, YES!" His mother screamed while he fucked her with his face, her juices flowed freely from her pussy coating his mouth and chin.

With his hands on her hips he pulled her hips into his face while pushing his tongue deep between the sweet folds of her flesh.

"I'm cumming......" She grunted, her body shook while she reeled from a massive orgasm. Jessica arched her back and grabbed onto the sheet with both of her hands while her son's face swam in her juices. Her cum was dripping down his chin despite his best efforts to lick up every drop of her sweet nectar.

"Fuck me!" She demanded as her orgasm slowly subsided. 

Jeremy looked up past his mother's pussy and saw that she had already untied her dress and pushed it off of her body leaving her naked except for her high heels and sheer bra. Her hard nipples pressed invitingly against the sheer fabric begging for attention. 

He gave his mother's pussy one last lingering lick, savoring the taste of her cum, and then climbed on top of her writhing body while pulling his clothes off. His mother's legs were spread apart on either side of his thighs and her feet pointing straight into the air causing her pussy to stare back at him wide open and ready for his cock. She needed him inside of her and couldn't wait any longer.

"Give me your cock Jeremy. Fuck me now!" She insisted while thrusting her hips into the air searching for his hard cock.

Jeremy guided his penis to the entrance of her waiting pussy and teased her by rubbing his tip against her hot flesh without pushing it into her. He pressed it against her throbbing clit and rubbed her until she begged him to fuck her. 

Looking into her eyes he saw her desperation and without letting another second pass Jeremy thrust his hips into hers and pushed his penis as far into body as he could. His mother gasped as he penetrated her with his rock hard cock. 

"Fuck me! Fuck your mother hard Jeremy." Her chest was heaving beneath his sweating body.

He pounded his cock into her as hard as he could shaking the bed with every thrust. Jeremy watched his mother's breasts rocking back and forth underneath her flimsy bra while he fucked her brains out. He still couldn't believe that he was staring down at his mother's naked body, glistening from her sweat, her legs wrapped around him while he filled her with his cock.

After a few minutes of pumping his cock into his mother's tight pussy he sensed that he was getting ready to cum, so he slowed down his thrusts and moved his hips in a circular motion from side to side which pushed her over the edge. Jessica's screamed as her swollen pussy clenched tightly around her son's cock while she came again. Her head rolled back against the bed and her pussy pulsated around his hard cock while she was hit with wave after wave of her orgasm. He couldn't hold off any longer and felt his cock expanding inside of her.

"Oh yes! Fill me up with your cum." She begged as his cock exploded inside of her wet pussy spewing his cum deep inside of her.

Jessica felt her son's hot cum flowing from his cock into her body as he pumped her full of his cream. After his first shot of cum filled her up their combined juices were already leaking out of her pussy into a puddle between her legs. 

Her pussy was still pulsating through her orgasm, milking his cock of every last drop of his juice. Jeremy slowed his pace but kept pumping his hips into hers while emptying his cock inside of his mother's tight pussy.

When he finally drained his last drop of cum into his mother he collapsed on top of her. They both struggled to catch their breath, both of their bodies heaving together in a sweaty tangle on the bed. The cool night air blew through the open cabana and washed over their hot sticky bodies. 

Several minutes passed before she finally said, "I should get back up to the room. I don't want your father to worry." 

Jeremy rolled off of his mother and onto his back to let her get up. With his eyes closed he felt her shifting in the bed next to him as she rose to her feet. Without warning he felt his mother's warm mouth pressed against the tip of his soft cock. Jessica proceeded to lick both of their juices from his cock while he lay back enjoying the fact that his hot mom was now sucking his cock.

Opening his eyes, he tilted his head forward and watched her blond hair dancing in the night air as her head moved up and down and side to side while she attempted to clean all of their combined cum from his cock and balls. 

Jeremy wanted to watch her mouth wrapped around him so he slid his body down to the edge of the bed and sat up. His mother was kneeling between his legs and massaging his balls while licking and sucking him. 

Jessica was grateful for his youthful vigor as she felt his soft penis coming to life in her mouth. She kept up with her regimen of fucking him with her mouth while he grew to full size with the tip of his cock pressing against the back of her throat. It had been a long time since she had sucked on anyone's cock and so she periodically pulled her mouth off to gasp for air before lunging back down and swallowing him until his balls slapped against her chin. 

Feeling the night air against her body while sucking on a hard cock made Jessica feel like a teenager again, getting some action in the back seat of her boyfriend's car. 

Jeremy enjoyed the attention that his mother was giving his cock, but he didn't think that he would be able to cum again so soon. At least not until she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft. She continued to suck him off, letting her tongue dance across his cock, while her hand started to stroke him at the same time. Her pace quickened as he neared another orgasm. 

Just as she lifted her mouth off of him to get a breath of air, a ribbon of his hot sticky cum shot from his cock and landed squarely on her face. Jeremy couldn't believe the sight before him of his very own mother with his cum dripping down her face and covering her mouth. 

Despite the direct hit, she didn't stop stoking him as he continued to blast streams of cum directly at her. His next shot hit her neck and each subsequent one landed further down on her body. The third shot hit his mother between her breasts and trickled down to her stomach. To his surprise his mother seemed to enjoy being sprayed with his cum and she never let up her stroking while his cock kept supplying a steady stream of his sticky white cream.

She didn't say a word while he continued to cover her body with his seed. Jeremy watching in awe as his mother licked her lips and eagerly drank his cum. Her other hand was now rubbing her breast under the thin fabric of her bra and pushed the material up so that her soft breasts were now visible. She moaned while rubbing his cum into her skin with one hand and stroked him with the other. 

Jessica had never been so satisfied in her life. Her cum mixed with his was pouring out of her pussy and running down her thighs while her face and body were covered with her son's cum and yet he still managed to keep cumming. Her hair and face were completely coated by the time that his cock finally settled down and only a trickle still dribbled from his swollen penis.

Once she was satisfied that her son was fully drained, Jessica stood up, giving her son one last look of her naked cum drenched body, and clumsily tied her dress around her body. She leaned in and gave her son a kiss and then said "Goodnight, son," before she turned and left the cabana. 

Jeremy fell back onto the bed with scenes of his mother running through his head. With another week of their vacation ahead of them he wondered what else could possibly be in store for him.



Paradise Found



I don't think that I was ever so happy to go on vacation. After finishing a very long, difficult job, I needed time away.

I took the job soon after my marriage fell apart and I had gone through an ugly divorce, and it was a great way to focus my energies and frustrations. By now I was feeling much better about myself, and life in general.

The slow season for construction was just starting, so I decided to take a couple of weeks off and head to Jamaica, my favorite destination.

When I got to the International Terminal at O'Hare, I saw a short line at the ticket counter and joined in. In front of me, I noticed a woman, about my age, looking even more anxious than I was to get away.

The woman was a little shorter than me, with blonde, shoulder length hair. As I looked her over, I was pleased to see that she was very curvy, with a nice pair of legs sticking out from under her sundress, and what looked to be a nice ass and big, full breasts. 

She was the only person in line besides me that was alone, which got my attention, along with the fact that, also like me, she was the only other one already dressed for the islands, and very attractive.

I continued to watch her from behind as the line slowly moved forward, and I started to wonder why she was traveling alone. I was able to get a glance at her hand, and noticed that she was not wearing a ring, but there was an impression of one. That told me that either she was out for a "play time" get away, or recently divorced.

The line proceeded to crawl forward, and soon she was at a ticket window. As everyone else moved up, she passed through without a problem. As luck would have it, I found myself at the same window that she just left. 

As I gave the woman at the counter my reservation info, I started to try to sweet talk her.

"I don't suppose there's any way you could get me seated next to the woman that was just up here, is there?" I asked, smiling at her.

"I'm sorry sir," the woman chuckled, "but the seats are assigned on a first-come-first-served basis." 

"Damn," I muttered. "Oh well. It was worth a shot."

She laughed as she continued to process me, and said, "Yeah. It never hurts to try."

"With any luck, though, you can meet her once the plane lands," she said.

"Nah. With my luck, she'll be staying on the other side of the island," I replied, taking my boarding pass and ticket and heading towards the security check-in.

At the security gates, I was lucky enough to have only one person between me and the mystery woman, so I was able to get an even better look at her.

She was indeed a very beautiful woman, but her face, especially her eyes, told me that she had been through a rough time. My guess that she was recently divorced was gaining strength. 

Knowing how I felt right after mine, I wasn't sure if I should try to talk to her, as she probably just wanted some alone time.

I was, however, able to get a very good look at her legs and ass when she had to bend down to unbuckle her sandals as she went through the metal-detector. "Nice!" I thought to myself. "Very nice!"

Once we got to the boarding gate, I was able to take a seat directly across from her. She looked up at me as I sat, and I smiled at her and said, "Good morning."

I was greeted with a strained smile and a nod, and she opened up her laptop computer.

"Definitely wants to be left alone," I told myself, and pulled out a book to read as I waited for the boarding call.

The flight was very uneventful, and I was seated two rows behind her, too far back to even see her. 

As my luck would have it, however, I was seated next to a very young, pretty young girl, who was part of a church group doing mission work on the island and tried to engage me in a religious conversation.

Four hours later, the plane landed with the young bible-thumpers' brain rattled, and we all departed the plane.

I watched as the blonde got up and started walking down the aisle, and I followed as quickly as I could.

"What the hell," I thought to myself, "this may well be the last time I get to see her, so I might as well enjoy the sight as much as I can."

By the time we walked down the stairs to the tarmac, she was only two people in front of me. I watched her as she turned to walk into the terminal, and saw her look up into the sun, a small smile starting to creep on to her pretty face.

I managed to be right behind her as we went through customs, and I wanted to watch her as much as I could, to see what resort she was staying at.

Much to my surprise, and delight, she started walking towards a man holding a sign with the name of the same resort that I was staying at.

She gave him her bags and got onto the mini-bus, and I followed her on. I took a seat across the aisle from her, smiling and nodding at her as I sat.

This time, I received at least a small smile from her before she looked out the window.

A few minutes later, after four other people joined us on the bus, we pulled out of the parking area and started the drive to Ocho Rios. The blond and I were the only singles on the bus.

As soon as we were on the main highway, the driver announced that the drive would take two hours, and we would be stopping mid-way to stretch our legs and have a drink, if we wanted one.

I sat back and relaxed as we drove down the highway, enjoying the scenery. I looked over at the blond a couple of times and saw that she seemed to be relaxing finally, too.

About an hour later, we pulled up to what looked like a tiki hut on steroids, with a jerk shack next to it. The driver parked the bus, opened up the door, and told us that we had about a half-hour to stretch our legs, use the restrooms, and have a drink, before we finished the drive.

I watched as the blond made a bee-line to the bathroom, and I went up to the bar.

Just as the bartender placed two drinks in front of me, the blond came back and went to the outer edge of the shack, which was a long counter top, and sat down.

I took the drinks and walked over to her. "That coffee must have hit you pretty good," I said, sliding a drink to her.

She looked up at me, and said, "Excuse me?"

"The way that you almost ran to the washroom, I just assumed that your morning coffee went through you on the bus," I said.

She smiled, and said, "It was that obvious, huh?"

"Only to someone watching," I joked.

"So, what's this?" she said, motioning to the glass in front of her.

"It's a Planter's Punch," I told her.

"It's a little early to be drinking, don't you think?" she said, looking at her watch.

"No," I replied. "You're on vacation. What else do you have to do?"

"This is Jamaica," I added. "Time only exists on their conditions. And their conditions say that it's never too early for a Rum Punch!"

"I don't know," she said, looking at the glass. "I usually don't drink this early."

"Well, this isn't 'usual'," I replied. "This is vacation. In Jamaica!"

She still hadn't picked up the glass, so I added, "Besides, if you don't drink it, I'm going to have to, and you don't want that to happen!"

"Oh no?" she asked, smiling at me. "And why not?"

"Well, two drinks in me, this early?" I replied. "Who knows what may happen!"

"Ok, ok," she laughed, picking up the drink. "Thank you."

"Not a problem," I replied, touching her glass with mine.

"I'm Kurt," I told her, after he took a sip of her drink.

"Hi Kurt. I'm Terri," she replied.

"Terri, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Terri took another drink, and looked up at me.

"I just want you to understand something," she said. "I just got divorced, and I'm not looking to meet anyone."

"This is my first time away for anything other than business," she continued, "and I'd just like to enjoy myself and relax."

"I understand," I replied. "I'm not looking to meet anyone either. I was the same way right after my divorce."

"I just thought that since you and I are the only single ones on the bus, it might be nice to have someone to talk to. I didn't mean to seem pushy, or look like a wolf on the hunt. I apologize if I did."

"No, it's not that," she replied. "Like I said, this is my first time away from home since I was married, over twenty years ago, and I'd like to enjoy my time away."

"That's completely understandable," I told her. "If you'd like, I'll leave you alone, so you can have some solitude. If you'd like some company, or just someone to talk to, you know where to find me."

"Thank you," she said. "I don't want to be rude, but..."

"Hey, like I said, I understand," I responded. " I was the same way after my divorce."

"How long were you married?" she asked.

"Almost twenty years," I said. 

"I made it past twenty," she told me. "I don't know how, but we did."

"The same here," I laughed. "If it wasn't for my kids, I would have left long before."

"I think that I wanted to stay together for the grandkids," Terri said, "but after a while, I decided that it just wasn't worth it. They deserve to see their grandma happy."

"That they do," I replied, raising my glass to her. "I can't believe that you're a grandma, though."

"Yep," she laughed. "Five times."

"Wow!" I said. "How come grandmas never looked like you when we were kids?"

I watched as Terri blushed and looked down at her glass. "Thank you," she said softly. "That's the nicest thing I've heard in a while."

We continued talking as we finished our drinks, and I was glad to see that she was starting to loosen up at least a little. Soon, though, the bus driver announced that it was time to finish the trip to the resort.

As we re-boarded, I asked Terri if she minded if I sat next to her.

"No, I'd like that," she said.

"Thank you," I replied. "And like I said, I'll leave you alone once we get there, if you'd like."

She didn't say anything as the bus pulled back out onto the highway.

"Have you been here before?" she asked.

"Oh yes," I told her. "I've been to Jamaica a couple of times. I love the island. It's probably my favorite place to vacation."

"I always wanted to come here, but my ex was too cheap to pay for a real vacation," she said.

"Hell, he was too cheap to pay for much of anything," she added.

"I know what you mean," I chuckled. "My ex didn't believe in spending money on anything other than herself, or essentials for the kids, IF she absolutely had to."

"Yep, that sounds like mine, too," she said. "Although he didn't spend much on himself...and nothing on me. Mostly just squirreling it away, or spending it on the kids and grand kids."

"Well, that's one reason why we call them 'ex's'," I said.

"I'm sorry," Terri said. "I probably shouldn't be bashing him to you like that."

"Well, if you can think of a better way to bash him, feel free," I joked.

Terri laughed, and I added, "Seriously, it's ok. You need to get it out. I'm sure there's still a lot of pain, and it does you no good to keep it in, especially in such a beautiful place like this."

"Yes, this is a beautiful island," she replied. 

We continued the ride talking about the island, some of the sights worth seeing, and the traps to avoid. I was finding myself liking her more and more as the ride went on, but didn't want to scare her away, so I pulled back a little.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed as the bus pulled into the resort. "This is beautiful!"

"Just wait until you see the rest of the property," I told her.

"You've stayed here before?" she asked.

Yep," I replied. "The last time I was here, this is where I stayed, with my ex. I'm hoping for a much better stay this time. God knows, it can't be any worse!"

I heard Terri chuckle as I rose to get off of the bus, and we all walked in to the main lobby.

"Wow!" I heard her whisper, as she looked around. "This is nice."

We spent the next fifteen minutes listening to the welcoming speech from the bell captain as we refreshed ourselves with a glass of champagne and a hot towel, and then we went to the front desk to check in and get out rooms.

Terri was one of the first ones up to the desk, and I watched as one of the young men working there helped her taker her bags up to her room. I also noticed the big smile on his face, obviously pleased with his luck of the draw.

It worked out that I was the last one to the desk, and found out that my room was in the oldest wing of the main building, farthest from the lobby, restaurants, and everything else. The upside was a beautiful view from the balcony.

As I opened my door, I saw the guy that helped Terri coming out of a room down the hall. It seemed that we were on the same floor.

About an hour later, I started feeling hungry and decided to check out the beach grill for some lunch.

I stopped off at the pool side bar and got a Red Stripe, and as I walked past the pool, I saw Terri already out there getting some sun. 

She was looking very good, and getting some looks from some of the other men, in a black two-piece suit that showed off her ample breasts and her lean legs.

I smiled and nodded to her as I walked, continuing to the grill. When I got there, I ordered a fish sandwich and looked around. There were a lot of people walking the beach, including mixed couples, singles, and women walking together.

As I took in the scenery, mainly the women in their various swimsuits, my eyes always seemed to drift back towards the pool, and Terri.

After I ate, I took a walk around the resort. I walked through the landscaped gardens, found the on-site duty-free shop, the restaurants, and everything else the property had to offer.

As I made my way back to the main lobby, I saw Terri walking back in from the pool area. We were soon both walking down the hallway, heading towards the elevators.

We smiled at each other and made small talk as we rode the elevator to our floor. As we left the car and walked towards our rooms, I decided to go for broke, and asked her if she would have dinner with me.

"Look," she said, "please understand. I think you're a nice guy, but I'm just not looking for anyone right now."

"I just got out of a bad, loveless marriage," she continued, "and I came here to get away from reality for a while."

"I understand," I told her. "I was the same way after my divorce. Honestly, I wish I had done what you're doing and gone away." 

"I'm not looking for anyone either," I went on. "I just thought that since we seem to be the only singles here, or at least the only singles without a friend traveling with them, that you might want to have some company at dinner. I really wasn't trying to pick you up."

Terri looked at me for a second, and reached out to touch my arm.

"Thank you," she said, and then turned and walked towards her room.

I watched as she walked down the hall, and then went into my own room. 

After I showered, I lay down and took a quick power nap before I went to dinner. 

I didn't see Terri at dinner, or much at all the next day. 

I decided to hire a local taxi and go for a short trip, and left the resort most of the day. I did see her sunning herself by the pool when I returned, but I left her alone and went into the pool and sat at the swim-up bar.

As I checked the activity board after breakfast the next day, Terri walked up and looked at it also.

"What is this 'Dunn's River Falls'?" she asked, pointing at one of the listings on the board for that day.

I explained that it's a river that flows down from the mountain out to the ocean that has low, climbable water falls.

"You can walk up the falls?" she asked.

"Yep," I told her. "The guides have everyone form a human chain going up, just so no one falls, but it's actually pretty easy, and very refreshing on a hot day. The water is cooler because it's coming down from so high up."

"Are you going?" she asked.

"I'm thinking about it," I replied. "They've got a craft market set up there that's got some interesting stuff, too."

"Ohh! That sounds like fun!" she said, touching my arm.

I looked at her quizzically and she sensed my confusion.

"I guess I owe you an apology," she said. "I realize that you were just trying to be nice, and I appreciate it."

"I'm just a little defensive right now, and don't want to seem like I'm out trying to find a man," she went on. "My divorce is still too fresh, I guess."

"Apology accepted," I told her. "Like I said, 'been there, done that.' While I do find you incredibly attractive, and would love to get to know you better, we do live close enough to each other that we COULD stay in touch, IF you want, after we get home, and see what happens when you're ready."

Now it was her turn to look confused. "How do you know where I live?" she asked defensively.

"I don't know 'where' you live," I explained, "but I saw you at O'Hare, so I have to assume that you live somewhere in the Chicago area."

"You saw me at the airport?" she asked.

"I couldn't miss you," I told her. "You kind of stood out in the crowd, with all of the bible-thumpers, couples, and twenty-something's on our flight."

"Wow. I didn't even notice anyone else," she replied. "I was so wrapped up with getting away..."

"That's understandable," I told her. "So, where DO you live? If you don't mind my asking."

"I live in Tinley Park," she said.

"Nice. I'm in Northwest Indiana," I replied. "Just over the border."

"The border?" she laughed. "You make it sound like it's another country."

"To be honest, after growing up on the North side, Indiana's like a whole different WORLD!" I joked.

Terri laughed again, and I enjoyed the sound. It was nice to hear her laugh, and even better to know it was because of me.

"So, you think you're going to go on the trip?" she asked. 

"Probably," I told her.

"Well, if you go, I'll go, too," she said. "I think it could be fun."

I looked at her for a second, before replying. 

"Ok," I said finally. "I'll meet you in the lobby in an hour."

"Ok!" she replied enthusiastically. 

I watched her as she walked away, her hips having an little extra sway to them, as she headed towards the lobby. I knew that she was going up to her room to find something to wear, and I laughed to myself.

An hour later, as a small group was gathering to get on the bus, Terri came up behind me and hooked her arm in mine.

"Oh, good. I made it!" she said, breathless.

"Couldn't decide what to wear?" I teased.

Terri just laughed, and we started walking towards the bus. 

As she started up the stairs, I took in the view of her ass, covered in a short swim skirt, and the back of what appeared to be a tankini. She was also wearing a pair of medium-heeled strapped sandals, making her legs and ass look very nice.

It was a relatively short ride to Dunn's river, and Terri and I talked the whole way there. She asked me how many times I had been to Jamaica, and what other spots I could tell her about worth seeing.

The walk up the falls was beautiful and refreshing in the tropical heat, and Terri held on to me all the way up. A couple of times, she had to hold on tight to me as she tried climbing up a slippery rock, and I enjoyed the feel of her body in my arms. 

After we were done with the climb back up, we walked through the craft market together, admiring some of the local art work. She pointed out a couple of pieces that she really liked, and I started to get an idea of some of her tastes.

Once we got back to the resort, Terri grabbed onto my arm and pulled me aside as we got off of the bus.

"Is that invitation to dinner still good?" she asked me.

"Of course," I replied. "I'd be honored if you joined me. In fact, I'll see if I can still get reservations at the fancy restaurant here on the resort."

"Why don't we stick with one of the other restaurants, for now?" she replied. "How about the beach side one?"

"That's fine with me," I told her. "Should I meet you at your room, or down here?"




Paradise Found



"Down here is fine," she said. "We can meet at the pool side bar, say, 7?"

"That sounds good," I replied. "I'll see you then." 

I watched again as she walked off towards the elevator, and I went out to the pool.

After I got a bottle of Red Stripe, I sat back in a lounge chair at the side of the pool and relaxed. 

I must have dozed off, because when I opened my eyes, the sun had moved quite a bit, and my beer was warm. 

I got up and walked over to the bar to ask the bartender what time it was.

"It's about 6:00, mon," he told me. "You must have been sleeping very well."

"Why do you say that?" I asked, as he got me a beer to take up to my room while I got ready for dinner.

"That lady you've been talking to, the blonde, came down to the pool," he said. 

"Really?" I asked.

"Oh, yah, mon!" he replied smiling. "You should have seen the bikini she was wearing. Quite hot!"

"Damn!" I muttered to myself.

"Yah, mon!" he agreed. "Most every man here was looking at her. A couple of the women, too! Although, they were probably more jealous than anything."

"Damn!" I said again, as I walked away.

I went up to my room and got undressed as I sipped on my beer. As I took a nice, long shower, I started thinking about Terri, and I soon started imagining her in an even hotter bikini than the one I had already seen her in.

I let the warm water flow over my body, and as my mind started flowing over the mental images of Terri, I felt my cock starting to grow.

I started soaping up my body, working my way from my face on down. By the time that I reached my groin, my cock was rock hard.

I soaped up my thick shaft, and put the washrag off to the side. Still thinking about Terri, her big, full breasts, firm legs, and her ass, I began slowly stroking myself.

In my mind, I imagined her getting on her knees in front of me and slowly sliding her lips down the length of my rod. I saw her begin to bob her head up and down my pole, working her tongue along the underside of my shaft as she sucked me off.

Her hand would work it's way between her legs and start to play with her clit as she continued working on my cock, and she soon slipped her hand further down, sliding a couple of fingers inside her wet pussy.

I began stroking my cock faster, soap flying, as I imagined her fingering her hot hole and bobbing her head faster down my length.

I heard myself moan, thinking about a sight like that, and imagined her sliding her fingers deep into her pussy, and then raising them up to my mouth, so I could taste her juices.

All of those images of Terri, combined with the fact that it had simply been too long for me, soon had me feeling the familiar sensation of my balls starting to tighten.

I stroked my hard cock faster, imagining Terri taking me as deep as she could into her throat, and I felt by cock explode, spewing my load all across the wall of the shower.

My knees were shaking as I squeezed the last of my cum from my shaft, and I re-washed deflating rod.

After rinsing off the wall, I stepped out of the shower, dried myself, and began getting dressed for dinner.

I was sitting in the lobby when Terri walked in. She was wearing a halter sundress that came about mid-thigh and showed off her ample cleavage and beautiful legs. She also had a pair of open-back short heels on her feet to complete the look.

"Wow," I said, as she walked up to me. "You look beautiful!"

"Thank you," she replied, blushing lightly.

I offered her my arm, and led her to the restaurant.

Dinner was a very nice event. As we ate and drank two bottles of wine, Terri opened up to me, telling me more about her kids and her grandkids.

The more that she talked, the more that I came to realize that she was a very strong woman. She had run her own successful business for twenty-five years, despite her now-ex constantly telling her that it wasn't a real job, and that it would fail. 

I was enjoying being with her, listening to her talk and laugh. Dinner came to an end all to soon, though, and we got up from the table and left.

It was dark as we walked out of the restaurant, and I noticed that the sky had clouded over. The tree frogs were also singing louder than normal, usually a sign that it was going to rain.

"What would you like to do?" I asked, as we walked along the patio. 

I was trying to think of things we could do that didn't include getting another drink. After two bottles of wine, I could tell she was starting to feel it, and I didn't want her to think that I was trying to get her drunk, but I also didn't want the night to end yet.

"Could we walk along the beach?" she asked, looking out at the ocean.

"Of course we can," I replied, leading us toward the sand and the dark horizon.

At the edge of the concrete walkway, I led us towards a table so Terri could take off her shoes. After convincing her that her shoes were safe there, I offered her my arm and we started walking along the beach.

We didn't say much as we walked. Instead, we both just listened to the surf pounding on the beach and the rocks that marked the end of the property.

There were a few large boulders there, and we sat on them, resting and looking out at the dark horizon. I felt her body pressing against mine, and I enjoyed her warmth and softness.

After a while, she stood up and asked if I was ready to walk back. I didn't want this to end, but I agreed.

She looked at me as I stood up, and I reached out to her.

"Would you mind if I kissed you?" I asked.

I saw a small smile cross her face, and she shook her head.

"No," she said, as she leaned back against the boulder. "I'd like that."

I slid my hands up to her face and held it as I brought my lips to hers.

Our lips touched, and I heard a light whimper as Terri slid her arms around me.

Everything else seemed to fade away as we kissed. Our arms wrapped around each other, and our hands started to glide across each other's back.

The kiss began to intensify as it went on, and I quickly felt my blood start to surge towards my groin.

It wasn't long before I could feel my hardening bulge press against Terri's belly. Not wanting to freak her out, I pulled my hips back a little, but to my surprise and enjoyment, she slid her hand down to my lower back and stepped in towards me.

I took that, and her soft moan as my now-hard cock pressed into her, as a sign to move forward a little.

Slowly, I moved my left hand around to her side, and began to slide it up her body, until my thumb reached the bottom of her full breast.

Terri whimpered and arched her back just slightly, pushing her breast out towards me as she moaned into my mouth. 

Just as I filled my hand with her full breast and started to softly squeeze it, the skies opened up, drenching us in seconds.

Neither of us seemed to care, as we continued to kiss with an intensifying passion. 

I felt her hard nipple press against my hand, and I began to gently pinch it as I slid my other hand down to her ass, pulling her harder against me.

I felt Terri moan into my mouth harder as she started grinding her crotch against my leg, pushing my shaft even harder into her belly.

I began to move my lips to her neck, kissing and nibbling on the soft skin just below her ears, as I slid the hand on her ass a little further down, sliding it under her skirt.

Terri gasped loudly as my fingertips reached the velvety skin of her inner thighs at the same time that my lips arrived at the spot behind her earlobe.

"Ohhhh," she softly moaned, holding me tight.

I then started to slide the hand on her breasts around to her back and slowly began pulling on the halter tie at the back of her neck as my lips moved to her throat and began to travel down to her cleavage.

She tilted her head back to the sky and sighed as the front of her dress fell, exposing her full breasts, wrapped in a thin white lacy strapless bra, my lips and tongue slowly working their way down her cleavage. Her nipples pushed against the lace, reaching out for attention.

I slid both hands up her back and unclasped her bra, letting her big breasts free. I dropped the thin fabric on the rocks behind me as my lips reached one of her nipples.

Terri moaned and whimpered as my tongue flicked across her stiff bud, and she reached up to my head and pulled me in closer.

I slid my hands down her back, lifting her skirt and cupping her ass while I continued to kiss, lick, and nibble on both of her hard nipples. 

After a couple of minutes, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly slid them down over her ass, letting them drop around her ankles.

I felt Terri's body shake slightly as I reached my fingers between her legs and slid them around her pussy lips, soaking them in her flowing juices.

I felt her open her legs as she stepped out of her fallen panties, and I slid my other hand around to her front. When my fingertips reached her clit, she moaned louder and reached down to take a hold of my head.

Pulling my face up to hers, Terri kissed me with an intense passion as my fingers flicked across her clit.

I pulled my lips from hers and began kissing my way down her chest, my fingers still playing and teasing her wet pussy.

When I pulled my head back to jump over her bunched up dress, Terri reached down and stopped me. Taking my hand, she pulled me up and kissed me again.

"Let's go back to the rooms," she said, in between kisses.

I reluctantly re-tied her halter, and we gathered her discarded underwear and walked quickly back down the beach.

We almost ran into the lobby, getting looks from everyone in there. We both got a lot of attention as we passed through, especially Terri, with her breasts bouncing and her nipples pushing against her dress. I'm sure that more than a few noticed her lacy underwear in my hands, also.

"Wait," she said, stopping suddenly, as we turned down the hall towards the elevators. "My shoes!"

"They'll still be there in the morning," I told her.

The elevator doors opened as soon as I pushed the button, and we were soon on our way to our floor. As soon as the doors closed, I had her pinned up against the wall, and my lips were again on her neck. 

"Your room or mine?" I asked, just before the doors opened.

"Yours," she breathed. "It's closer."

I smiled at her logic as I led her down the hall, pulling my room key out of my pocket just as we reached the door.

I quickly led her into my room, making sure the door locked, and I stepped behind her as she walked towards the open balcony doors. Fortunately, the rain was coming from the other side of the hotel, so the balcony was still mostly dry.

Slipping my hands around her waist, we stepped out onto the balcony. As we reached the stucco half-wall, Terri put her hands on the ledge.

She sighed softly as I slowly slid my hands up the front of her body and cupped her heaving breasts as I ground my hard bulge against her ass. 

I began to kiss and nibble on the back of her neck as I softly squeezed her breasts, gently pinching her nipples, and worked my lips towards the tie at the nape of her neck.

Grasping one of the ends in my teeth, I pulled on it, untying her dress once again. Terri whimpered softly as the top of her dress fell, and my hands once again covered her full breasts.

"Keep your hands on the ledge," I whispered in her ear, as I slowly started to slide my hands down her soft body while I kissed my way down her spine.

When I reached her hips, I pulled them back towards me, and Terri responded by wiggling her ass against me and moaning.

When my lips reached the top of the back of her dress, I flicked the zipper tab up with my tongue and grasped it with my teeth.

While my hands grazed over the front of her thighs, I pulled the zipper down as far as it would go. I noticed that the dress had loosened up enough that my holding on to the zipper was the only thing holding it up, so I released it.

I gazed at her ass as the dress fell to the floor, pooling around Terri's ankles. Leaning in, I softly kissed my way down her back, and then kissed and nipped at each asscheek as my hands slid towards her mound.

I heard her sigh and moan when my fingertips reached the top of her sparse pubic hair, and she moved her hips around.

Leaning back slightly, I slid my hands back towards her hips and gently started to turn her around.

Stepping out of her dress, Terri faced me, looking down at me with lusty, glazed eyes. I looked up at her and slowly leaned in and kissed her belly, just above her mound.

She thrust her hips out at me and reached her hands down to my head as I continued to kiss her, slowly working my way down.

"Oh my gosh!" I heard her gasp, as I gently nudged her legs apart.

Reaching my hands under her ass, I pulled her closer to me and quickly flicked my tongue at her clit, which was peeking out from under it's hood, hard and stiff.

Terri's knees buckled slightly, and I heard a sharp intake of breath as she held tightly to my head.

I took a couple more quick swipes with my tongue around her clit, and then slowly stood, kissing my way back up her body.

I leaned in and kissed her soft lips, and then stepped back, taking her hands in mine.

She smiled at me as I took one more long, lingering look at her nude body, glistening with perspiration and mist. Leading her by the hands, I led her back in to the room, guiding her to the bed.

As I gently sat her at the edge of the bed, she reached up and started unbuttoning my shirt, and then slid it down off of my shoulders.

She then reached for my shorts, but I took hold of her wrists and pulled her hands away. 

She looked up at me questioningly, and I smiled at her as I slowly unbuttoned my shorts, dropping them to the floor. Terri looked down briefly at my boxers, tented proudly, and gasped softly..

Laying her back on the bed as I knelt on the edge, I leaned in to kiss her again. 

I knelt on the bed, straddling her leg, and slid my leg forward until it was pressed up against her pussy as I reached one hand behind her neck, and the other up to her face, as I leaned in further, intensifying the kiss.

Terri lay back on the bed, softly moaning and whimpering as our kiss became more passionate. Our bodies were pressed up against each other, and I could feel her moving her hips slightly, rubbing her warm, wet mound against my thigh. 

I then started to slowly move my lips from hers, and began to kiss my way down along her jaw line, and then down her neck. 

She held me tightly as I kissed and nibbled on the tender skin below and behind her ear, while I slid my hand from her face down to her heaving breast, my fingertips gently gliding across her soft skin.

My lips reached her throat at the same time that my fingertips arrived at her breast, and Terri let out a gasp as I softly nipped at her neck while my fingertips gently pinched her soft breast.

I slid my other hand down to her chest as I continued to kiss my way down her body, and I started squeezing both breasts as my lips reached the valley between them.

She started rubbing her mound harder against my leg, and reached down to hold my head as my lips and tongue traveled across the expanse of her tits. 

Terri gasped loudly and arched her back, pressing her tits against my face when my lips reached one of her nipples and I softly kissed and then flicked my tongue across it.

"Ohh my gosh!" she softly moaned, as my lips and tongue played with one nipple while I gently pinched and rolled the other.

I felt her leg wrap around mine when I moved my lips over to her other breast, and she squeezed my leg tightly with hers.

Her breathing was getting heavier, and she collapsed back down on the bed as I started alternating my kisses and licks between both of her tits.

She let out a loud moan and pulled my head in tightly as I pushed her tits together and flicked my tongue across both nipples at the same time, and then wrapped my lips around both, sucking the hard buds into my mouth.

After a few minutes of playing with her tits, I slowly resumed my travels down her body, softly kissing and licking my way.

Terri unwrapped her leg from mine and opened herself up, and I could feel the heat and moisture radiating from her pussy on my hips, my stomach, and then my chest, as I slowly kissed my way down her belly.

Her legs were spread wide, but still held me tight, by the time that my lips reached the top of her mound. She gasped loudly as I kissed my way down between her legs, and moaned softly in disappointment when I pulled up just short of her clit.

I knelt on the floor at the edge of the bed, as I slid my hands underneath her legs, my thumbs stopping just short of her wet pussy.

I started slowly kissing her inner thighs, beginning at her knees and making my way up to the junction between her legs, causing her to moan softly again.

As I looked up at her, I saw that not only was Terri squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples, but her pussy lips had spread open, forming an amazingly beautiful butterfly.

I continued kissing along her inner thighs, working my way down one leg and then switching over to the other, slowly getting closer to her seeping mound.

Finally, I had made my way to the tops of her legs. As I began flicking my tongue around the perimeter of her soaking pussy, Terri's hands flew down and grabbed hold of my head.

"Oh my god!" she moaned, pulling my face forward. "Please don't tease me any more!" 

Hearing that, I reached up around her legs and stretched open the top of her pussy as I stuck out my tongue and placed it at the bottom of her weeping pussy. Slowly, I slid it up through her wet slit, until I was just below her clit.

"Ohhoohhhhh Kurrrt," Terri whimpered, as I shook my head slowly, flicking my tongue around the perimeter of her clit. 

After getting gasps and moans as my tongue hit her spots, I then zeroed in on her clit. 

I stretched the skin around her clit even further, pushing her hard little bud out at me, and I slowly and deliberately flicked my tongue on the tip of her clit.

Terri gasped loudly as my tongue played with the sensitive end of her clit.

"Ohhhhhh! Oh my god!"

I started flicking my tongue along more of her clit, always going back to the tip, and her gasps and moans got louder at the same time that she began moving her hips up and down.

Reaching my left hand farther around her leg, I held her lips open with just one hand while I slid the other one down between her legs.

I placed a finger just below her hot hole, getting it nice and wet in her juices, and then slid it up to her wet opening. 

I then wrapped my lips around her clit at the same time that I slowly slid my finger into her pussy. 

"Ohhh geeez" she gasped as I began gently sucking on her clit and slid my finger in deep. "Ohhhnnnnngggh!"

It wasn't long before a second finger joined the first inside her. I started to slide them back and forth, in and out of her tight pussy, pressing on the top wall, as I sucked firmer on her clit.

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhgeeezzz!" she soon started gasping and moaning as I moved my fingers faster and added my tongue to the attention I gave her clit.

After a couple of minutes, when Terri started getting louder and she returned her hands to het full, swaying tits, I slid my fingers in as deep as I could and curled then up against the underside of her pelvis.

"Ohh yess! That's it," she yelped. "Right there! Oh gosh! Don't stop!"

"Ohhhh! Ooohhhhhh! Nnnnnggggaahh! Oh shit! I'm cumming!" she yelled, slamming her hands on the mattress. "Ohhh shhittt!"

Her hips were bouncing off of the bed and her pussy started clamping down on my fingers as I felt a gush of her juices surge out of her, coating my hand.

I released her clit from my lips, and slowly licked the length of her hood as I continued sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy. Her body, coated in a sheen of perspiration, shook as she came.




Paradise Found



After a few seconds, she reached down and pulled my head away from her.

"Oh my god!" she gasped. "What are you trying to do? Kill me?"

I chuckled as I got up off of my knees and started kissing my way back up her body, keeping my fingers inside her frothing pussy.

"Mmmm," I said, leaning in to her, my lips inches from hers. "But what a way to die!"

Terri reached up and pulled my face, coated in her nectar, to hers, kissing me passionately. She moaned into my mouth as she tasted herself.

"Holy shit!" she gasped when she released me minutes later.

She pulled me back down to her, kissing me again as she rolled me on to my back. 

Terri then kissed her way down my chest, licking and sucking on my nipples, and moved down my stomach. She stopped briefly when she reached the waistband on my boxers, and then continued kissing her way down.

We both moaned when she began kissing my hard cock through the cotton of my boxers, and then she reached her hand up and wrapped her fingers around it, kissing and sucking on the head.

Terri slid her hand up the leg of my boxers and wrapped her fingers around my shaft, gently squeezing it.

"Mmmm," she moaned, as she pushed the loose fabric up, exposing my pole. "Very nice!"

I lifted my head and watched as she leaned in closer, kissing the head of my cock.

I felt her tongue sliding around the sensitive underside of the head, and I moaned in satisfaction. Terri looked up at me and smiled.

"This is such a nice, thick cock," she said, slowly stroking it. "The skin on the head is so soft!"

I moaned again, and then watched as she wrapped her lips around the head, and keeping her eyes on mine, she slowly lowered her head, taking my shaft deep into her mouth.

"Oh yeah," I moaned, feeling her soft lips slide up and down the length of my rod. Terri moaned with me, and I soon felt her tongue flicking across my cock, also.

As I watched, her pace increased, as well as the depth that she was able to take me into her mouth. 

Soon, I felt the tip of my cock pressing against her throat.

"Oh, shit!" I gasped. Her nose was buried in my pubic hair, and her eyes were locked on mine as she bobbed her head up and down.

"Oh my god," I moaned, as Terri continued sucking and licking my hard cock. She was taking me deeper than anyone else had ever gone, and it felt incredible. She brought me to the brink of cumming a couple of times, but I managed to hold off, somehow.

After a few minutes, she pulled back, my cock, now shiny with her saliva, popping from her mouth. She kissed her way back up my chest, and I rolled her over onto her back as our lips met.

As I slid between her legs, I could feel the heat and moisture radiate from her pussy onto my cock. 

Raising myself up until I was on my knees, I looked down at her body as I moved my hips, sliding my cock around her wet slit.

I soon had the head lined up with her seeping pussy, and I looked at her face as I slowly moved my hips forward, sliding my shaft in.

"Ohh geez!" she gasped as my cock filled her. "You are so thick!"

I smiled at her as I continued inching my way in, until our pelvises were touching.

"Oh my gosh!" she moaned, sliding her legs around mine. "I've never felt this full!"

I stayed motionless for a few seconds, taking in the sight of her soft, luscious body as well as the feel of her tight pussy squeezing on my shaft. Soon, though, I began to move my hips back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her body.

"Oohh yeahh!" she moaned.

I was amazed at how hot, wet, and tight she was as I continued to make love to this beautiful woman, and how luck had come my way.

After a couple of minutes, I changed my pace and gently slid my shaft in all the way, and then slammed my hips forward, getting my cock in as deep as I could.

"Oohh geeeez!" Terri gasped, her eyes rolling back into her head. "Oh my gosh! You're touching places that have never been touched!"

I then rolled her onto her side, straddling one of her legs and placing the other over mine. Sliding forward just a bit, I realized that I was even deeper then before when I felt a new pressure on the head. 

"Wooaaahhh! Ohh geeezz!" Terri exclaimed loudly, grasping the sheets. "Holy shit!"

I slid my cock in and out of her love hole from that angle, reveling in the new tightness as I started fucking her with a new intensity. She was moving her hips in rhythm with mine, pushing back at me as I slid forward.

"Oh god! Oh yes! Right there!" she soon moaned . "That's it! That's so good!"

I moved slightly, making sure that my shaft was rubbing on her G-spot as I pistoned in and out.

"Ooohhhh yeeeaaahhhh!" Terri gasped loudly. She reached her hands out and grabbed the sheets again, pulling hard on them as she flattened her body against the bed and she started shaking. "Oh god! I'm cumming!"

I felt her pussy start to squeeze on my cock, and a new surge of juices gushed out of her, coating her leg and my balls.

As her body came down from her orgasmic high, I gently rolled her onto her belly, straddling both of her legs.

With just the tip of my shaft inside her wet hole, I quickly slid the entire length in.

"Wooaah! Ohhh my god!" she exclaimed. "Oh yeah!"

I moved my body up just a little and leaned down to kiss the back of her neck, changing the angle that I slid in on, and started fucking her from behind.

"Oohh! Ohhhh! Ohh yeah!" Terri moaned, as I picked un a little speed. "Oh my god! Oh yeahh!"

After a couple of minutes, I slowed down again and leaned back. Reaching down, I grabbed her asscheeks and pulled them apart, stretching open her pussy lips and exposing her tight little asshole.

Terri moaned again as I took long, slow strokes in and out of her, and she started moving her hips again.

On one stroke, I pulled my cock all the way out and slid it up between her asscheeks. Terri moaned softly as I pushed her cheeks together, squeezing them around my glistening rod.

I then slid back once more, placing the head back at the entrance to her heated hole, and slammed it back in, bouncing my hips off of her ass.

Terri gasped loudly as my cock bottomed out, and I held it there, pushing softly against her.

When I started fucking her again, she began pushing her ass back up at me even more than before. I slid my hand down her back and placed my thumb against her asshole, massaging her juices into it.

She moaned softly, almost cooing, as I pressed my thumb a little harder against her ass.

"Ohh yess!" she moaned as I slid my pole in and out, applying a little more pressure with my thumb.

'Hmmm,' I thought to myself. 'She likes it when I play with her ass. I've GOT to try taking her ass sometime!'

I started to feel the twinging in my balls, telling me that I wasn't going to last much longer, so I slid my thumb away from her backdoor, and reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair.

Terri gasped and moaned as I pulled back firmly but gently on her hair, raising her head up. At the same time, I started pounding my cock harder in and out of her.

"Ohh yess!" she exclaimed as I fucked her. "Give it to me! Fuck me!"

A couple of seconds later, I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock again, and that was all it took.

I slammed my hips forward, burying my pole in as deep as I could, and I felt my balls tighten up. My cock then exploded, spewing my cum deep against her cervix.

"Ohh shit!" I exclaimed, as my hips bucked against her ass.

"Yesss!" she moaned in reply. "Oh damn!"

We lay there, motionless, as we both soared in orgasmic ecstasy. Soon, though, I had to roll off of her back, and I collapsed on the bed.

"Holy crap!" I gasped softly as I lay there. "That was amazing!"

Without a word, Terri slid over to me and kissed me passionately.

"Thank you," she said when she pulled her lips from mine. "I have never felt anything like that before!"

"It's been a long time for me, too," I told her, wrapping my arm around her neck, "since I've felt anything even close to that! I'm glad that I was finally brave enough to make a move!"

"Me too!" she replied, laying her head on my chest.

Soon, I felt her breathing change, and I knew that she had fallen asleep on me. Smiling, I held her tight and drifted off too.

The next morning, I woke with a tightness in my groin and a lightness on my chest. As I opened my eyes, I looked down and saw Terri's head bobbing up and down on my re-hardened cock.

Moaning softly, I reached my hands down and placed them on the back of her head.

"Mmmm. Good morning," she said, releasing my rod from her lips. "I woke up and saw him standing up, so I thought that I couldn't let this go to waste!"

"Mmm. Ok. I won't argue with that!" I said.

"Good!" she replied. "Now just lay back, relax, and enjoy!"

"Ohh yeah! Not a problem!"

Terri wrapped her soft lips around my shaft again, and resumed my pleasurable wake up.

It wasn't long before I felt the twinge in my balls again.

"If you keep that up, I'm gonna cum soon," I warned her.

I felt her moan around my cock, and she started taking me even deeper and faster.

Sure enough, within a couple of minutes I felt my balls tighten, and my body tensed.

"Ohh shit!" I moaned, as I reached down and held her head tightly.

I felt my cock explode in her mouth, and she moaned with me. I continued emptying my load down her throat, and she released me as my pole softened.

"Mmmm! Tasty!" she said, licking her lips. "Too bad I didn't have any coffee to add that cream to!"

I laughed as I caught my breath, and Terri got up and went into the bathroom.

I soon heard the shower start up, and the next thing I knew, she was standing over me drying herself.

"I hope you don't mind that I used your shower," she said. I just felt kind of sticky from last night."

"Not a problem," I told her, watching her big tits shake as she continued to dry herself.

"I was kind of hoping you would join me," she said. "That could have been fun!"

"I'm sorry," I replied. "I must have dozed back off after you woke me in that MOST enjoyable way!"

"Well, I guess that's a good excuse," she laughed.

When she was completely dried off, she looked over at me as she wrapped the towel around her body.

"Well, I guess I should go back to my room and get some clean clothes," she said.

"Yeah, you probably should," I replied. "Or, you could stay here with me, in my room, and neither of us would need any clothes all day."

Terri looked at me for a second. "That sounds even better!" she said, dropping the towel to the floor and joining my on the bed.

We spent the rest of the day together, naked, making love on the balcony, the bed, both soft chairs, the desk, and the shower. Finally, she went back to her room around seven to get dressed, and we went downstairs to the buffet to get something to eat. 

As soon as we were done eating, we went back upstairs to her room, where we proceeded to make use of HER bed, balcony, shower....



Paradise Found



Consciousness was starting to seep back into Blake's mind as he awoke with his head pounding and his limbs full of numbness.

"Uhhhhg," he groaned, trying to get his body to move, "Okay, that wasn't one of my better landings."

Blake slowly moved his arms and legs to make sure they still worked and were still attached to his body, each movement resulting in a twinge of pain. He knew he couldn't rush through the motions, considering the crash, but he also knew he couldn't lie on the deck forever either. He needed to get up.

"C'mon, Blake," he muttered, managing to get to his knees, "Get off the deck and move your ass; you've got work to do."

He shoved himself into a sitting position, and immediately regretted it as a wave of nausea churned through him. The ache in his head throbbed against his temples, but his equilibrium was starting to come back. His vision was clearing and he could finally make out his surroundings, focusing primarily on the condition of his ship.

All of the consoles and instruments in the shuttle cutter were dark; no power illuminated any of the controls, with a few of the panels cracked and burnt. Emergency power was still active but at a very low level, judging from how dim the emergency lights glowed around the main cabin. The surfaces of the main control panels in the flight pit were blank, as well as the view screens that surrounded them. The blast shield was still down, completely covering the forward view port.

Slowly and carefully, Blake eased himself up off the deck and managed to stand with the help of a console seat next to him. After testing his limbs and muscles, he figured he was in fair shape and not severely injured.

"Okay, first things first:" he said, moving towards the aft compartments, "restore power to the ship."

Blake stepped carefully around pieces of the interior and damaged components, and grunted with aches running through his body as he forced the doors open to the engineering compartment. The lighting was low in there as well, all of the controls dark and non-functional for the moment, as he went to the main engineering console.

Prying up the top portion of the control panel, he reached inside the guts of the console and connected the reserve batteries manually. With a couple of flashes and sputters, the controls came alive and started blinking red all over the surface.

"Yeah, yeah," Blake groused, lowering the panel back into position, "The ship's taken damage; tell me something I don't know."

Looking over the console, Blake pressed a few buttons and started the small reactor core for the hyper-light pulse drive, making sure the flow of matter and antimatter was kept low. If the core was damaged, he didn't want to take the chance of creating a breach; that would end his visit to this world in a hurry. The round reaction chamber, a three foot diameter sphere, hummed to life with its equatorial constriction band glowing a dim light blue.

Selecting more controls, Blake sighed in relief when some of the consoles around Engineering flickered and became active. He checked the power levels emanating from the reactor, 25%, and nodded.

"Okay, that will do for now," he said and went back out into the main area of the cutter. All around him, consoles were either re-engaging themselves or flickering in a stubborn manner, refusing to work. He shut down the stubborn ones as he went to the flight deck, figuring he could repair them later, and once there he was filled with both relief and disappointment.

Half of the controls that piloted the space craft were working, including the main helm console, but the other half was a mess of burned out circuits and smashed panels, one of which was the navigation computer.

"Swell," he uttered in disgust. Blake found the control for the blast shield was working and decided to take a look outside of his craft, hoping he was on a decent part of the planet's surface. The heavy slabs of protective metal parted and revealed the landscape his ship occupied.

"Wow," he said quietly as he gazed upon a comforting sight.

The area was awash with the greens and browns of a landscape close to an equatorial region of a habitable planet, just like his ship's scanners said there would be. Parts of the area were dotted with tall trees and shrubs while others were rocky and covered in sands of light and dark brownish red, with the whole scene being lit up by the rising sun in the distance. Though his view of this world was limited from the ship, it appeared to be hospitable if a bit primitive. With no artificial structures or apparent technology visible, there was no way to tell if this world was populated with intelligent beings, at least until he could get the computers working.

Blake went to the science station next, seating himself in front of the controls that were blinking and ready to use.

"Computer on," he ordered.

 was the response flashing on the main screen above the console, making Blake blow out his breath in relief.

"Computer: activate external scanners."



"Well, it's better than nothing," he mumbled, then addressed the computer again, "Scan the area around the ship with available scanners, and report."



Blake sat back in his chair, tilting his head towards the view port and admiring the scene laid out before him. Vibrant colors from the flowery plant life outside showed themselves once the light from the sun beamed down upon them. He smiled, hoping that the view from outside the ship was just as good as the one from inside.

The console beeped at him and the screen flashed .

"Run report." At Blake's command, the computer gave him a rundown of what the ship's scanners could detect, listing all important factors pertaining to his survival on the planet surface, mainly the atmosphere. All the proper elements were present in the air around the ship, a little richer in oxygen content but basically the same atmosphere as on his own planet along with the right amount of air pressure and temperature at a rather warm but comfortable 30 degrees Celsius.

"At least I'll be able to breath, that's a comfort."

The list went on, noting the surrounding landscape contained plant life that was heavier in chlorophyll than the ones he was use to, their green coloring a bit darker than 'normal'. There was an abundance of water on the surface, even in the region he was in which was close to desert terrain according to the earlier scans he made before landing.

"No... get it right, Blake; before you 'crashed'."

He tried to land the ship when the planet came into view, but the damage his craft sustained was severe enough to force him to ditch. He was aiming for a sea that was connected by a narrow strait to a moderate sized ocean, but his navigational computer was damaged and he missed it by about one hundred kilometers. He settled for an area that was reasonably level and hit the ground with a bone jarring thud, skidding to a stop. The impact threw him out of the flight pit chair and slammed him into the ceiling, then into the floor in the middle of the main deck where he lost consciousness.

 the screen blinked, stating that for all practical purposes it was safe for Blake to exit the ship and survive on the surface of the planet.

"Proceed," Blake answered, adjusting some of the station's controls, "Computer: status report of main systems."



Blake waited for a second or two, then the screen listed the damage his ship sustained, before and after the crash. He rubbed at his eyes, trying not to let the nightmare of what happened flash through his brain and failed. He couldn't believe his government, as well as their opposite number, went that far into their mutual hatred for each other.

Despite all the advancements their species developed, chief among them was hyper-light velocity on their space fleets, the seeds of hate and mistrust continued to spread its ugly weeds across their home world. Like two squabbling children, the two major governing powers of their planet kept their rhetoric of bigotry, prejudice, and petty differences going. They continued to argue and fight over the natural energy resources of their world, even though the fairly new matter-antimatter energy generators made them all obsolete.

Finally, just a day ago, the two sides decided to end their conflict with an all out war. Both parties divided up the fleet and started bombarding their countries from space with photon cannon fire, along with a generous portion of antique atomic missiles, effectively destroying the entire surface of the planet. Once done, the fleets turned on each other and wiped out their respective armadas in record time, leaving nothing but debris orbiting a dead world.

A few managed to escape the carnage, defying orders and simply leaving the area of space, Blake being one of them. With his own star cruiser breaking up around him and the rest of the crew, he ran across the hangar deck and jumped into the first shuttle cutter that was available. Even though he was only an ensign, and a fairly new one at that being only twenty years old, he logged enough hours in shuttles to pilot one whether he was authorized or not. Though he was the only one on board, twenty three others, out of a crew of four hundred, managed to make it off the ship before it was blown to bits. Each tiny craft set its own course, peeling off in different directions and leaving the foolish war behind them. Blake wished them 'good luck', and that was the last time he saw any of them again.

The cutter he piloted, made to hold and sustain a crew of ten, was sturdy enough but not invulnerable. Debris from the destroyed cruiser slammed into the hull before he activated the hyper-light drive, knocking his ship slightly off course. For the better it turned out; he never would have made it to this world if he tried to correct the course he originally set. He would have found himself in the middle of nowhere had the piece of debris that collided with him not alter the course for him.

Tears welled up in his eyes as the images of his home paraded themselves in front of him, the result of selfishness on the part of some, downright idiocy with others. He saw chunks of his planet being blasted away, killing millions in an instant, with the greens and browns of the lands being scorched black by the fire of photon blasts from orbit. The deep blues of the oceans were being choked by putrid browns and grays of ash left over from the battle, evaporating in some places. And the glow of flaming cities lighting up the skies, whole metropolitan areas burned to a cinder and smoldering in a radioactive Hell.

Seven billion people, dead... in less than thirty minutes. The ones aboard the fleets of ship... gone an hour later. 

With the exception of those that managed to escape, and not knowing if anyone else got away, from either side... as far as he knew, he was alone.

Blake angrily blinked the tears out of his eyes as the computer finished listing the ship's damage, and scoffed at the one piece of information he didn't want to see.

"Figures," he grumbled.

With a huff, Blake got out of his chair and opened a storage locker, pulling out a utility harness and clipping on gear he thought he would need for the time being. With a porta-scanner clipped on one side and a blaster weapon on the other, he opened the airlock door and cycled the antechamber to equalize the pressure of the ship to match the outside atmosphere. The ready light flashed green, and the outside door parted with a metallic click.

Blake took a tentative step outside and stopped to take an experimental breath, even though the computer said the air was fit to breathe. Holding the breath he took, he paused for a moment and then exhaled slowly; he didn't feel any abnormal reaction and concluded that the computer was right... this time. The next thing he did was walk out in front of his downed craft and scan the area with his own eyes.

"Oh, my," he whispered, his hunch from earlier correct.

The outside view wasn't just as good, it was better. The land was a mixture of plants, of all shapes, sizes, and colors, and low geological rock formations colored with different combinations of element compounds, from red to gold to browns. Off to the west of his position, a wide desert could be seen tinted with light and dark sands. And to the other direction a vast array of fields and flora was visible, with all the colors of the spectrum dazzling his sight. Ahead of him was again a mixture of terrain with low lying hills way in the distance, colored the same as the rock formations around him, about the same view was offered behind him. 

He looked up at the shining sun the planet was orbiting, a dwarf star compared to his own home star, blazing a bright yellow instead of a dull yellowish orange. He smiled at the heat raining down on him and the garden-like terrain that sprawled out before him, the air filled with the scent of growing things.

But his smile disappeared as the sight of his ship presented itself.

The whole port side of the craft was a collage of black streaks and scorch marks of dark gray, the hull surface pitted with impact dents. A couple of exterior panels were ripped away, probably upon impact with the planet surface, exposing wires and conduits that were torn from the equipment they used to be hooked to. And when he got to the rear of the ship, all he could say for the moment was, "Aw, shit."

Over half of the port side engine nacelle was gone, ripped off due to the stress of entering the planet's atmosphere and gravity well. The computer warned him that the engine had taken damage before he made the jump into hyper-space but, with huge chunks of destroyed cruiser hurling at him, he didn't have a choice. The cutter disappeared in a smear of stretched rainbow light and leaped away from the dangerous debris at faster than light speeds, stressing the damaged engine even further. He had a hard time piloting the weakened craft down after pieces of the housing fell off, and was lucky the ship made it to the ground in one piece after the main portion of the engine broke away... well, more or less.

Hands on his hips in frustration, Blake just mumbled, "Well, as the old saying goes: 'Any crash you can walk away from is a good one'," and shook his head, knowing there was no possible way of repairing the mangled engine nacelle, and the remaining engine was not enough to lift the ship off the surface and back into space. Giving up, he added, "Okay, looks like I'm here to stay... for now." 

After checking out the rest of the ship and finding only minimal damage to the other side of the thirty-five by fourteen foot shuttle cutter, Blake went back inside to continue his mandated survival directives. He secured his surroundings for the time being, he managed to get main power up and running (albeit at half strength), he checked through the ship's provisions and found enough consumables to last him for months (if necessary), now was the time for the next thing on the checklist: communications.

Blake looked over the comm station and, finding only a few burnt out controls, activated the emergency distress beacon, which normally would have snapped on automatically if the ship's life sensors detected no one moving on board. Blake was unconscious for awhile but, during times of war, the computer wouldn't allow any signal sent out without the consent and/or orders of the crew and needlessly give away their position.

Once the beacon started flashing its alert, Blake hit the 'open comm link' control and spoke into it.

"Shuttle cutter Atlantia to any Alliance ships; respond, please."

Static and warbled distortions filled the audio speakers; he tried again, adjusting the frequency.

"This is the shuttle cutter Atlantia to any ship in the vicinity; respond."

Again, static.

"Damn," he growled, not knowing whether any ship was within range or if the comm systems themselves were working properly, even though the computer said the system was functioning. For a moment, he considered using the comm badge clipped to his collar but decided against it; if he couldn't reach anyone through the ship's comm unit, which was more powerful, his smaller collar unit wouldn't have a hope in Hell of contact. Not wanting to waste any time speaking into the comm for hours on end, Blake hit 'record' and dictated a message.

"This is Ensign Blake of the Alliance Star Cruise Tigress to anyone who receives this message: I am one of a handful of survivors that escaped the destruction of our ship during a planetary war involving the governments of our home world. Our planet has been destroyed, our fleets have been wiped out as far as I know, and this world I've crash landed on doesn't seem to have any intelligent life on it, to the best of my knowledge."

"I am sending out a general distress signal in the hope that someone will receive it, and my coordinates are encoded in this transmission. I will broadcast this message as long as I am able, or until the power that's left in my ship is depleted. This planet will sustain my life for the time being, and I will wait for your response as long as I can. Please render any assistance you can upon receiving this message."

Blake stopped the recording and hit 'transmit', making the message repeat itself over and over and coordinate its efforts with the distress beacon. He then hit the control that opened the log entries and started the journal that would be his life on this world for as long as it took.

"Ship's log, 16:35 hours, day 1: I am Ensign Blake, hangar deck officer aboard the Alliance Star Cruiser Tigress... or, at least I was."

"My home world, Terria, has been destroyed by the insane acts of some of our government officials. Their selfish and arrogant nature scorched the surface of our planet, using ground based atomic and orbiting ships' weapons, and left the entire population dead within a matter of minutes. Our respective fleets attacked each other after the devastation and destroyed every last cruiser as far as I know."

"I, along with about twenty others, escaped our star cruiser before it was destroyed and left the battle area before we became casualties. I know it was wrong, abandoning our posts and our duties, but since our world is gone and our fleets are wiped out, I doubt if anyone in authority is alive to punish us for desertion."

"I don't know if any of my fellow crew mates are alive, but I've managed to make it to this world relatively intact. My cutter was damaged when the Tigress blew up and knocked my navigation computer out of whack. If it hadn't, I might have ended up no where near a planet, let alone a habitable one."

"This world is rated Class A, one of eight in this star system that's approximately fifty-eight light-years from my home system... well, nine if you count the small planetoid in an erratic orbit at the outer edge. The four large planets are gaseous, all of them with dust and ice rings; the four inner planets are rocky and solid, only one of them habitable."

"This world, the third in the system, orbits a yellow dwarf star and it and the planet aren't really all that different from my home system. Although this sun is smaller and there are alterations of plant shapes on the surface, this planet is remarkably similar to my home world, with its lighter blue sky and darker green foliage being only a few of the exceptions."

"I have sent out a general distress signal and message to anyone that can hear it; I doubt that any of my people, from either side of the conflict, will receive it. As far as I know, they're all dead... and I'm alone on this planet. I will rest and bunk down for the night, and tomorrow I will scout this new world and analyze its life forms whether plant or animal... or sapient. I've yet to see any evidence of intelligent life."




Paradise Found



Blake paused for a second, picking the next words carefully, then, "I will continue to enter these log entries for as long as I can, but if something should happen to me or if it will be centuries before someone discovers these logs... whoever finds this, know that there was a member of the Terrin race that survived the folly of a war that should never have happened. And one that hopes someone out there in the vastness of space is smart enough not to make the same mistake we made."

Blake shut down the log recording and stretched in his chair, working out the last of the kinks in his body. He was still a bit sore from the bumps and bruises he received, but knew he would heal given a little time... and that was the one thing he had in abundance: time. How long would he be stuck on the alien world? How long would he have to wait for a response to his distress call and rescue?

"No," he muttered, steeling his resolve, "don't think about it; you've got enough to worry about now. The main thing is to stay alive long enough for a rescue," he glanced out of the view port, seeing the sun's light glinting off the various colors and shapes of the plant life, "That shouldn't be too hard."

Blake decided to forgo the full report the computer was putting together and get something to eat, as well as take some medical tablets and see to any wound he might have missed. Other than a large bruise on his upper arm and a small gash on one knee (easily fixed with a regenaplaser), he was in fairly good shape, considering. His head still ached, but that would disappear soon enough with the medication he took.

Dinner was a re-sequenced meal of spaghetti and meatballs with a fruit drink and once done, Blake set about to the task of repairing whatever systems were repairable. Communications were working alright, except for the hyper-light channels; since he wasn't in space, he wouldn't need them anyway. The best power output he could coax out of the reactor was about 65% without overloading any engineering systems, but he brought it down to a lower level knowing that half the systems on the shuttle weren't needed, again because it wasn't in space. That would stretch out the remaining fuel supply to last almost a year before being depleted.

Blake had the chance to check the scanner readings he took of the planet before he crashed. They showed a bright blue world of 70% surface water, and the continents were sprayed with the living colors of greens and browns. The white cloud cover drifted lazily over mountains and seas, and capping the planet top and bottom were wide areas of polar ice and snow. If he didn't look closely at it, he could swear he was looking at Terria even though the shape of the land masses were radically different.

But the one major thing it didn't show was any indication of industry, technology, or anything that even hinted at a city. No buildings or structures could be detected, as well as ground or air traffic, and nothing suggested signs of mass amounts of life forms grouped together, intelligent or otherwise. Animal life abounded, on the lands and in the vast seas, but no sapient life could be found... anywhere.

"So much for searching for intelligence," he mumbled, defeated. 

The sky was darkening and the setting sun was casting long shadows until they disappeared under a blanket of twilight. Blake made sure all systems were secured for the night and sealed the outer hatch before going to sleep. Before heading for one of two small sleeping compartments, he glanced out the view port and saw a beautiful dull white globe easing its way over the horizon. It was the planet's natural satellite, a large pock marked orb of white and gray that bore a striking resemblance to one of the two moons that circled his own world, pitted and scarred with centuries old impact craters.

"Well I'll be," he whispered, smiling, "It looks just like Lunae, but a lot bigger."

Blake closed the blast shield, cutting off the nighttime vista, and went to the sleep cubicle. Stretching out on the bunk, he dimmed the lights and faded off to a much welcomed slumber, the thoughts of new discoveries drifting through his mind.

* * *

Blake adjusted the backpack on his shoulders and checked his harness one final time before embarking on his trip through the wilds that surrounded his downed ship. Sealing the hatch to make sure that nothing, animal or otherwise, wandered inside the craft, he said, "Okay, every journey begins with a first step; time to take it." He inhaled deeply, sampling the fresh air full of the scents of living things and added, "Let's see what this world has to offer."

Armed with a porta-scanner, Blake traipsed through the brush and wild grass in search of new and interesting things. Idly scanning the plants he passed, he found that they were not all that different from the flora his own world offered. The shapes and textures varied slightly, but all of the colors were represented.

He came upon a small grove of trees that were bearing fruit, and he plucked a round yellowish globe from a low branch. Another tree bore fruit in an odd shape, almost hourglass with a greenish brown hue, and snagged one of them as well. Placing them in a pocket on his pack, Blake scanned and cataloged a half dozen different types of fruit, including some brown oval pods as big as his thumb that hung down from branches with fan-like fronds. Another was a tear shaped gourd no bigger than his palm, colored a brownish purple, and he pocketed those next to the others.

As he wandered through the fruit and flower laden garden, Blake caught the sound of running water. Pushing aside tall reeds and fat leafy bushes, he found a small river churning and bubbling calmly through the greenery. Edging up to the shoreline, he scanned for life forms and found plenty of them swimming about. 

"Those are the oddest looking vertha I've ever seen," he remarked, watching the wiggling water creatures make their way through the currents.

Blake spent the whole afternoon exploring the vast garden of life that stretched out for at least a kilometer before the ground gave way to rocks and sand covered shale, scanning and recording everything within his sight. The growing array of wildlife was like an oasis in the middle of the desert and he delighted in the fact that it reminded him of home. But at the same time, it saddened him to know that his home was no more and would never be as beautiful as the world he was seeing ever again.

Blake shrugged, "Well... if I have to be shipwrecked, I sure picked a good spot."

Gathering as many samples that would fit in his pack, he headed back to his ship, eager to get at testing and evaluating them.

As he approached his craft, Blake heard what he thought was thunder in the distance. He searched the sky for dark clouds, but saw none; it puzzled him. The rumble of thunder boomed out again, making him search harder for the source and still seeing no storm clouds.

"Okay, if that wasn't thunder, then what was it?"

In a startling split second, the ground shook under his feet and a monstrous boom echoed out over the landscape, making him clamp his hands over his ears. Letting it die off, he released his ears and heard a roar overhead and the sputtering of engine thrusters. Another blast of sound rang out, this time throwing him off his feet and sending him to the ground, followed by a jarring impact of something heavy that made the area tremble again. Only when the shaking stopped did he push himself up and spring to his feet, frantically searching for the source of the racket and finding it.

Just on the other side of the river, he estimated, was a billow of smoke and a cloud of dirt; something big had just landed, and it filled Blake's heart with hope. Someone responded to his distress call and came for him, and he set out towards the river dodging trees and shrubs along the way.

But halfway there, he skidded to a stop and took his hand away from the comm clip he instinctively made a grab for.

"Whoa, wait a minute," he said, "How do I know it's a rescue craft? Damn it Blake, you're suppose to be careful and follow protocol. You don't know that's a ship answering your distress signal; it could be something else, maybe even hostile."

Taking his steps more cautiously, Blake moved sideways and headed upstream of the river to get a better view of the opposite bank and keep himself hidden among the thicker brush on his side. Reaching the river bank, he slowly parted the bushes lining the water's edge and took a peek. What he saw made his jaw dropped.

Amidst the downed trees and kicked up dirt was another ship, slammed into the ground with tremendous force. It was similar in shape to his own cutter but smaller, with a few pieces of equipment in different places and painted a darker color. But Blake immediately knew what kind of ship it was, even without the large red, four point star etched into the hull. It was a five man scout shuttle, belonging to the Coalition... the opposing government to the Alliance.

The enemy.

"Oh, great," he huffed, sarcastically, "Exactly what I needed."

The scout was in about the same condition as Blake's cutter: all banged up and damaged with cracks in the outer hull puffing out smoke and leaking fluids. Its single engine nacelle was a lost cause, charred black and barely being held in place by its twisted support strut. Every thruster port he could see was covered in exhaust soot, telling him that the occupants used every means to get back into the air or at least make a softer landing, and failed miserably. The ship was a total loss, and Blake wondered if there was anyone inside left alive.

"Well, my 'landing' wasn't so graceful either, and I'm alive," he muttered, peering at the wreck and searching for any sign of movement, "but if they survived, what kind of a mood are they going to be in when they find out about me?"

Evening was approaching, and Blake knew he wouldn't be able to search the craft and the surrounding area without proper lighting, not knowing if anyone was still on board and alive. He had to get back to his ship and secure it; it was more defensible than being out in the open at night.

Staying low, Blake crawled through the wild brush and thicket of trees until he was reasonably sure he was out of the other ship's line of sight, then hightailed it back to his craft. Hurrying inside, he locked the outer hatch and view port shield, then went to the comm station after dumping his pack on a work table and opened the log file.

"Ship's log, 19:45 hours, day 2: I spent the whole day exploring the area and found a plethora of interesting wildlife, both flora and fauna, and brought back a few specimens for study. If the fruits are anything like the ones I'm use to eating, I shouldn't have to worry about food for quite a while."

"However, my immediate concern is the ship that just landed about half of kilometer away. If this is the rescue I've been waiting for, I'm not too happy about it. The scout craft belongs to the Coalition, the enemy government of the Alliance, and if whoever is on board still thinks the war is continuing, I may have a problem."

"Night is now here and I can't see too clearly around the downed ship, but from what I could see the ship is a total wreck. There's no way it'll fly again, so whoever is still alive is stuck here just like I am until their mother ship picks them up, if any. For all I know, a Coalition ship may have survived the war and is in orbit right now, scanning for its missing scout."

"I'll lock myself in the cutter and wait until dawn to check it out. I don't know if finding anyone will be a good thing or not; whoever it is, they're the enemy. But being alone here isn't all it's cracked up to be, either."

Blake went to his sleep chamber and laid down with a sense of unease, but relaxed a little knowing his weapon was right next to him as he drifted off.

* * *

The panel next to his cot quietly beeped at him, telling him it was morning. Blake sleepily groped for it and shut it off, yawning away the drowsiness. Then he blinked the sleep out of his eyes rapidly, remembering what happened yesterday; he had a mission to carry out.

Quickly getting dressed and snapping on his weapon harness and survival pack, Blake cautiously opened the hatch with his hand on his blaster. Taking a quick look, he saw no one around.

"Maybe they don't know I'm here," he said, then opened the log file on the comm console.

"Ship's log, 08:10 hours, day 3: I'm leaving the ship to check out my new visitors; hopefully they're in a good mood and are willing to talk. If there's anyone alive, they must know that there's no one left on either side of the war and the fighting is over. It may be wishful thinking but, if we're going to survive, we'll have to work together. I'm willing to cooperate to that end; I just hope they are, too."

Blake was going to add that if he shouldn't make it back... but changed his mind and shut off the log; he'd be back. Locking the hatch behind him, he set off towards the other ship.

The morning sun bathed the garden in golden light as Blake carefully made his way through the plant life, staying down and hiding behind thick bushes and outcroppings of rocks. After thirty or so minutes, he was back at the edge of the river. He peered through the brush... and was treated to a surprise.

All around the downed craft were stacks of crates and supplies, a few showing signs of wear from being jostled about in the crash. There was somebody still alive, but Blake already knew that; the person in the river was what got his immediate attention.

It was a woman, bathing in the water and cleaning her nude body. Her long wavy hair, about the same sandy brown color as his own, was slicked back and cascaded down her bare back. Her ample bosom glistened with wetness as she washed away the dirt and soot from her skin, taking great care not to get the bandage around her arm wet.

Blake quietly slipped down the embankment to get a closer look, staying hidden behind whatever he could as the girl slowly walked out of the river. Her naked figure was curvy and lithe, her buttocks rounded and taut as well as her legs, and she strolled over to a boulder where her uniform was laying. It was a different style, with darker colors and patterns, but there was no mistaking that she was an officer of the Coalition about the same rank as he held.

Blake's eyes widened at the sound of a shrill beep. A life detection sensor activated and told the young lady that there was someone near.

"Fuck," he muttered, annoyed that he was so careless and chided himself for not being more alert. He let the sight of the naked girl distract him and just gave himself away.

The girl quickly darted around, her boobs swaying with the movement, and grabbed at her uniform. But instead of clothes, there was a weapon in her hands; a pulse rifle.

"Oh, shit," Blake hissed as a bolt from the weapon lanced out and struck the rock he was hiding behind, sending pieces of stone everywhere.

"Whoa!" he blurted, reeling back and away from the explosion and got his hand around his blaster. He yanked the weapon out of its holster and dropped down to his stomach behind the charred rock, ready to take aim at his shooter. 

"Hold your fire!" he yelled out. His answer was another blast that whizzed pass the side of the rock. He popped up and tried to take a bead on his target, but jotted down just as quickly when another bolt from the girl's rifle blasted another chunk of rock away.

"Okay," said Blake in frustration, "that's the way you want it? Fine; to Hell with diplomacy." He grabbed the piece of rock that was shot off his cover and flung it down the embankment, rolling it through the tall reeds and making them waver. Just as he predicted, the woman started firing at the moving grass and that's when he made his move. 

Blake sprang up and fired his blaster, not at the woman but at the boulder next to her. Bolts of bright red energy leaped forward and touched the rock, sending shards of stone flying out in a sharp explosion. The girl let out a high pitched yelp as her body was flung back from the blast, her rifle flying out of her hands and her body hitting the ground with a thud.

"Shit!" Blake ran out from behind his rocky cover and down to the river's edge. He waded through the slow moving waters to the other side and jogged up to the fallen girl once his feet hit dry ground. He grabbed the discarded rifle and leaned it up against the smoldering boulder, then turned his attention to the woman lying on the ground unconscious. 

He knelt down, gently turning her over, and groused, "Aw, fuck," upon seeing the wound on her forehead, blood running down her temple; one of the shards of stone ricocheting off of her head when he blasted the boulder.

"Damn it, that's not what I wanted!" he barked, digging through his pack and bringing out a medical kit, "Nice going Blake, you fucking idiot! 'To Hell with diplomacy'... yeah, brilliant!"

He carefully dabbed at her wound with gauze, seeing it wasn't as bad as it looked, and cleaned away the bright red blood. Tossing the bloodied wipe, he reached for and clicked on a regenaplaser and slowly swiped a beam of lavender light over the wound and forced it to heal. Once done, he crinkled a small blue packet of bio-freeze to mix the cooling chemicals in it and pressed it to her head. 

As she lied there, Blake checked over the rest of her body and saw no other wounds, other than the bandaged arm and a couple of scrapes that would heal on their own. He untie the gauze around her bicep and saw a nasty gash in the muscle. He sprayed the wound with antiseptic and swiped it with the regenaplaser as well, pulling the skin together and mending it closed. But afterward, he had the chance to see how beautiful his 'enemy' really was.

The girl, about the same age as Blake, had a lovely face that looked fresh and new; a young and 'new' officer like he was. Her tantalizing curves were still damp from the river water, a few droplets clinging to the thin strip of light brown fur that topped her vagina. She was a gorgeous little woodland nymph in his eyes and he found it difficult to believe that she was a soldier, but the uniform and pulse rifle lying next to the boulder reassured him that she was.

Blake's eyes lit up again, realizing once more what an idiot he was; he didn't think to check out the rest of the area for any more Coalition soldiers. Berating himself, he pulled his weapon and stepped over the unconscious girl heading for the ship. He pressed himself against the burned and scarred hull, edging his way to the open hatch and took a deep breath before entering the wreck.

His eyes darted everywhere, looking all around the cabin for any sign of movement. He had a hunch that he wouldn't find anyone else, figuring someone would have joined the girl's firefight once the melee started, but he was taking no more chances. He'd already fucked up standard protocol several times; he wasn't going to do it anymore.

The interior of the ship was in just as bad of shape as the outside, consoles and equipment smashed and burned out with pieces of just about everything littering the deck. The flight controls looked undamaged but they were dark and unusable, and the (he guessed) science station was equally out of commission. It was a wonder the woman survived at all, given the damage all around him. Not a single thing was working as he searched the compartments, and he saw no other bodies throughout the craft; she was alone, like him.

Leaving the wreck, Blake walked around the exterior of the ship and found exactly what he excepted to see: cracked hull plates, scorched equipment pods, and an engine that was completely useless. Even if it was still working, Blake couldn't use any of the components to fix his own ship; they weren't compatible with the technology the Alliance used. His and their government purposely made the ships that way to prevent an enemy from gaining the upper hand, and he shook his head in disgust at the stupidity of it all.




Paradise Found



Blake walked back to the young lady, still out and unmoving, and reached for her outfit. The uniform denoted the rank of an ensign, like him, and assumed that she had the same idea he had about leaving the battle and escaping destruction. It was a leap of faith, he knew, but it was better than thinking she was still out to gun down every Alliance member in sight.

He draped her uniform over her nude body, then sat back against the rock waiting for her to awaken.

"Way to go, asshole," he said, beating himself up again, "The only other person to talk to... the only other person left alive from home, and you damn near killed her. Yeah, you're about that far from 'genius', aren't you." He leaned his forehead into his hands and sighed, feeling like the biggest moron in the galaxy.

Blake lifted his head sharply when he heard the young lady moan and start to move. He crawled over to her side, ready to show her that he wasn't going to hurt her anymore and apologize for firing at her.

Her hazel eyes fluttered, then opened to lock onto Blake's blue ones. She lifted a hand to feel at the cold pack on her head, all the while looking at Blake with worry painted on her face.

"Uh... hi," he started, feeling a bit awkward; she was still naked, after all, "Don't move, you've been hurt."

Either she didn't understand him or ignored his words altogether, because in a flash she rolled away from Blake and jumped up into a crouch. Her uniform fell away, leaving her bare body uncovered again, and in her hand was a survival knife.

Blake huffed, "Once again, you win the 'Dumbfuck of the Year' award, Blake. Didn't check the clothes for weapons; yep, you're batting a thousand," He stared at the girl brandishing the knife and tried some tact, holding out his hands in supplication, "Miss, I'm not going to hurt you," he tapped his forehead, "You've been hurt; I helped you," he edged forward, holding out a palm, "Please put the knife away."

The woman growled and sliced at him, cutting into his outstretched hand. Blake reeled back, holding his now bleeding palm and wincing, as the woman advanced on him.

"Stop!" Blake drew his weapon and pointed it directly at her head, "What the Hell's the matter with you, lady? Put that knife down!"

The girl didn't move, her eyes narrowing in anger.

Blake walked up to her and placed the barrel of his blaster against her forehead, "Drop it!"

She lowered the blade and tossed it away, still looking mean eyeballs at him.

"Sit down!" Blake motioned with his weapon to the ground, and she complied by plopping down with a huff.

Blake reached for the discarded cold pack and handed it back to her, being careful not to get blood on it. She took it reluctantly and pressed it to her wound, not taking her eyes off of him. He toed the knife on the ground and kicked it away, then went back to the rock and grabbed the regenaplaser out of his medkit.

"Boy, that's gratitude for you," he grumbled, holstering his blaster and running the healing light over his gashed palm, "I try to help, and I get sliced for my efforts. I was trying to help you." He stared at the girl, her arm over her boobs trying to be modest, and continued, "I fixed your arm," he tapped the healing tool against his own arm, then motioned at the girl. She looked at her arm covering her bare chest and saw, to her amazement, that the wound was healed with a slightly discolored bruise in its place. "Look, I'm sorry I hurt you; that wasn't my intention. I was trying to get you to stop firing at me," he paused, then, "Do you understand my language?"

She just continued staring, holding the pack to her forehead and wincing.

Blake sighed, finished with the healing tool and stuffing it back into the medkit, "I suppose not," he pointed to his mouth, "Can you understand me? Do you speak Engilese?"

She tilted her head and muttered, "Some... Engili." her words clipped and accented, "You... Rushtiak?"

Blake perked up, flexing his newly healed hand, "Some Rushtien words, yes; yat, wim. You're Rushtien," he rolled his eyes, "Well of course you are; what else would you be?"

"You... Mercan?"

Blake nodded, "Yes, I'm Mercan. The Alliance, Elliacol; you probably already know that." and pointed to the little striped flag on his shirt sleeve.

The girl reached for her uniform, letting her breasts fall out of her arm, but stopped and eyed Blake. Sensing what she wanted, he nodded again and she grabbed her clothes. She immediately covered her nude body with them, but held out the sleeve and showed him the red flag with the yellow star embroidered on it and said, "Coalitiaka."

"Yeah, I know; you're with the Coalition," Blake ran a hand over his hair, "How the Hell am I going to make you understand?" He looked right at her, then pointed to himself, "Blake... Blake."

The woman scowled at him, and repeated, "Blake," in a deep accent.

"Right, that's my name: Blake," He then offered a hand to her.

She picked up on the gesture and said, reluctantly, "Katinov."

Blake nodded, "'Katinov'... okay, we've got that established. Look Katinov, I don't know if you can understand this, but I'm going to try anyway. There's no longer any reason for us to fight, other than the fact that we're wearing different uniforms... which in the long run doesn't mean shit anymore. The war is over. There are no more governments or borders, no more skirmishes or great causes... Hell, both of our fleets are destroyed. There's nobody coming for us because I don't think there's anyone left to rescue us," then he got a thought, something he should have inquired about right from the start, "Your ship... in orbit?" and pointed towards the sky.

Katinov, understanding what he was gesturing about, shook her head, "Nodda vessel... orbottiz." 

"Wonderful," Blake sighed, rubbing at his forehead, "Our world has been destroyed; there's nothing left to fight for, therefore no reason to fight." He stared at the woman thoughtfully, trying to see any reaction on her face other than the hateful look she had, "Do you understand what I'm saying? No fighting... no more, nodda; it's over."

Katinov just sat and watched Blake carefully as he got up and started pacing while he continued his ramblings, "I hope some of what I said got through to you, because I really don't want to fight anymore. After seeing first hand the stupidity of our governments, I'm sick of it," he looked around at the garden of life around them, and smirked, "In a way, I hope somebody doesn't find us. I don't relish the thought of being put back into circulation to fight a war that nobody really wanted. I'd rather be stuck right here," he turned and smiled at Katinov, "and this isn't such a bad place to be marooned; it's kind of nice here."

She didn't return his smile, and Blake just threw up his hands, "Alright, fine. You don't want to be friends, that's okay with me. But we don't have to kill each other, either."

In a flash, Katinov leaped towards the boulder and snatched her pulse rifle. She stood up in a fighting pose, letting her uniform fall away and leaving her bare again, and aimed the weapon directly at his head.

Blake sighed, not because he thought he was going to die, but because he did it again: let his guard down; as far as he was concerned, he deserved to be shot. For a split second, he thought about drawing his blaster but changed his mind; it wasn't worth it. He looked her over, admiring her courage as well as her naked body. Her curves were enticing, her long brown hair was unkempt, and her soft skin smudged with dirt gave her the erotic appearance of a wild jungle woman from the stories he read as a youth.

But seeing the weapon pointed at him told him he was a failure; he tried to befriend the woman, and got absolutely nowhere. He honestly didn't care anymore.

"You're very pretty, do you know that?" he asked, looking into her eyes and not at the rifle, "but the only way I can convince you of my sincerity is by forcing you. And like I said: I'm sick of fighting. I'm going back to my ship; I won't bother you anymore. You want to shoot me, then shoot; I really don't give a damn anymore."

And with that, Blake deliberately turned his back to the girl and walked away, knowing her eyes and the rifle's sight were boring into him. He entered the river and waded across, waiting for the pulse blast to ring out and slam into his body. After he reached the opposite side, he took a chance and looked behind him. He saw Katinov, still standing in the nude aiming her weapon at him with an evil sneer plastered on her face. Blake just shook his head and walked away, plying through the brush and weeds, and headed back to his craft.

He felt like he had a butt full of shotgun pellets as he arrived at his crash site, and defeat and helplessness filled his mind. He listlessly dragged himself over to the comm station and activated the log.

"Ship's log, 13:15 hours, day 3: I have met the enemy... and she's a bitch," Blake grimaced and said, "Computer, erase that last entry," he paused and waited for the recording to start again, then, "Ship's log, 13:15 hours, day 3: I've checked out the other crash site and it turns out that there were survivors; one, a young female officer of the Coalition. We greeted each other in the usual manner, that is we fired at each other. I treated her after wounding her and tried to explain the situation to her, but she doesn't understand me very well. She's upset, and I really don't blame her. I don't know if she knows that our conflict is over, all I know is that she's determined to kill me if I try anything funny. I'll leave her alone for now and continue my examination of this planet, but if she wants to cooperate I'll gladly welcome her company."

"After I'm finished examining the fruits I've gathered, tomorrow I'll check out the animal life that's here; hopefully they're a little more friendly than the girl I met today."

* * *

Morning came, and Blake set out to explore the garden again, this time hunting for wildlife. After discovering that the fruits he picked were edible and delicious, he wanted to know everything about the area he was in. Armed with his porta-scanner and weapon, Blake hiked through the fields and greenery, eagerly waiting for some animal to come into view. He found the vertha swimming in the river, he knew there had to be more life out there.

Blake didn't venture anywhere near the river, however. After his encounter with Katinov, he wasn't in the mood for any more arguing.

"I made my gesture of friendship," he groused, "If she wants to be friendly, she can come to me next time."

For the next few hours, Blake managed to come across several animal forms. From small rodent-like creatures burrowing into the soil to large fur covered beasts, the wildlife presented an array of different colored pelts and accoutrement, mainly antlers. There were a few scaly creatures that could make their home quite well on land or in the water, and the insect life he found was in staggering amounts. He had enough data to keep him busy for months at a time, and he enjoyed discovering all the wondrous things this world had to offer.

"It's almost like a paradise," he said, studying a beautiful insect with a wide colorful wing span that seemed to float in the air rather than fly, "I could get used to this."

A loud scream rang out over the glade, and Blake instinctively grabbed at his blaster and ran towards the sound. It didn't sound like an animal in trouble, so that meant only one other thing.

Blake raced down to the river bank and immediately trudged through the water upon seeing Katinov, on the ground and struggling with some type of life form, its lengthy body coiling in and around her uniform. Blake could see the monster more clearly once he reached the other side of the water, and drew his weapon as he closed in on the fighting pair.

The creature was scaly green, longer than the two of them put together, and was in the process of curling around Katinov's body. Its head was sleek and narrow, its tongue slithering in and out of its wide mouth, and it drew near to Katinov's face as she desperately tried to grab her knife and pulse rifle that were just out of reach.

Blake grabbed the creature by the neck, and it started hissing at him with its mouth gaped open. 

"Forget it, Slimy; go find something else to eat!"

He tried to untangle the beast from Katinov, but its strength was surprisingly more powerful than he realized.

"Okay, buster; you want to play this the hard way?" Blake growled at the monster, thrusting the barrel of his blaster into its mouth, "Eat this!"

The blaster fired, and the head of the creature vaporized in a haze of gory blood and pulp, its insides splattering both Blake and Katinov. The beast's body shuddered for a second, then went limp as it released its grip on its potential victim/meal.

Blake unwrapped the coiling slippery reptile from Katinov and tossed it aside, her whole body convulsing with choked gasps for air. 

"Are you alright?" He started to kneel down to help her sit up, but froze when she shot a glare of annoyance at him. He backed off from her, confused as she grabbed her weapon and pointed it at him once again.

Thoroughly disgusted, Blake huffed at her and turned away, heading down to the river to wash up. He knelt down and splashed water on his face and clothing, washing away the remains of the dangerous reptile and knowing the weapon in her hands was still pointed at him. Feeling the rage building up in him, Blake couldn't stand it anymore and turned with anger to see Katinov gunning for him.

"This is what it's come down to?" he yelled at her, "The war is over, there's nobody left to fight it, you and I are the only ones left alive... and you still want to kill me because my uniform is different than yours? Fine; fuck you, lady! I've had it! You want to shoot me?" Blake ripped open his shirt, baring his chest, "Then shoot me!"

Katinov narrowed her eyes at him, not entirely sure what to do next. Her training told her to keep the enemy at bay, and if not... then kill him. But something was holding her back, something inside of her was saying that this was wrong... and she didn't know why.

"That's what I thought," said Blake with a twang of pity, "Some soldier you turned out to be; you're as bad as I am. You're tired of following rules and regulations, just like me, otherwise you would've killed me by now. Look, I'll make it easy for you: you stay on your side of the river and I'll stay on mine, okay? Don't expect me to come to your rescue anymore."

Angry and hurt, Blake waded back over to the other side of the water and stomped back to his ship.

"Lousy, stupid, ungrateful little..." he grumbled as he went back inside his craft. He plopped down in the seat at the comm station and poked at the controls with a grunt, "Ship's log, 14:27 hours, day 4: Katinov, the young woman at the other crash site, ran afoul of one of the life forms on this world: a slimy, slippery reptile that wrapped its body around hers and tried to kill her, probably to eat her. I blew it away and saved her from it but she didn't seem very grateful, considering she tried to shoot me again."

"I'm done trying to convince her that I'm not a threat and that there's no longer any reason for us to keep fighting. She'll have to come to me if she wants any more help."

Blake snapped off the log and started entering data from his porta-scanner in the science station, the console blinking and beeping at him as it absorbed the data streaming into its memory banks.

For the rest of the afternoon and into the evening, Blake studied his findings and was amazed at the variety of animal life that inhabited this planet. He absently poked at the re-sequenced dinner of poultric and dumplings he made as he perused the readings he took.

A flash of light startled him as he turned to the hatch and saw...

Katinov was standing just inside the cutter with a wrist light pointing towards Blake, along with her pulse rifle aiming for his chest.

All Blake could say was, "It's open; come on in," with a sarcastic tone.

She took slow steps inside the ship and kept a watchful eye on Blake.

"Something I can do for you?" he asked as he crossed his arms, still in 'sarcasm' mode.

"Kommicatii!" she barked.

"I don't understand what you want, Katinov."

She edged over to the active panels, keeping her weapon trained on him, and then pointed to the comm station, "Kommicatii!"

Blake rose slowly from his seat, "Oh, I get it; you want to use the communications console. Yours is probably smashed all to Hell, I'll bet. You want to contact your people, don't you," he leaned over and activated the controls to open a comm link, "I hate to break it to you, but there's nobody up there; they're all dead." At least, that's what he was hoping. If she was lying and her mother ship was in orbit, and if they're still holding a grudge, his life expectancy would be measured in days instead of years.

Katinov ushered him away from the console and spoke into it, her words clipped in harsh Rushtiak. She paused, waiting for a reply, then repeated her words; again, silence answered her. She then told him to sit down at the station, pulling a small silvery disc out of her pocket and handing it to him.

Blake understood what she wanted and inserted the disc into the input slot, a little leery about introducing enemy technology into his systems, but the rifle at his head convinced him to do it. The machine hummed for a moment, then a picture sprang to life on the view screen; it was Katinov, dictating a message into her comm unit.

She poked at Blake and said, "Engili!" 

He nodded, knowing what she wanted, and hit the 'translate' control. The message jumped to the beginning and, even though her mouth was out of sync with the altered voice, started over in his language with a few words not translated clearly and cut from the complete message.



"So," Blake said cautiously, "you're in the same boat I'm in." He reached for the controls again, this time bringing up his distress call and 'translated' it for her. She listened to the Rushiak words being said to her, hearing basically the same type of message she had sent. But when she heard him talking about their world and their fleets being destroyed, she nudged him and grunted, "Terria."

Blake brought up the flight recordings from the cutter as it left the Tigress, and leaned back to let her watch. She gasped in horror as she witnessed the mighty star cruiser being blasted apart by weapons' fire, then covered her mouth and let out a choked sob when their world came into view. The surface was awash with fires and explosions, huge craters where large cities once stood, and its oceans boiling away. The Tigress blew apart, pieces of her hull hurling towards the cutter's rear, and another ship drifted into view. Its condition was no better off than the star cruiser as it belched flames and expelled gases from numerous cracks in its hull.

"Uphratis!" she shouted, watching the dying ship break open and writhe like a wounded animal. Katinov yelped when the remains of her ship exploded, and tears started streaming down her cheeks as she watched debris from the ship fall towards what was left of her home world. Other ships in the background continued to exchange weapons' fire, blasting each other to pieces and destroying whatever hope was left of a reconciliation.




Paradise Found



Wreckage from the Tigress flew passed the cutter alarmingly close, then the view was jostled when a piece hit the smaller ship. Suddenly, Terria and the remaining ships and wreckage shrank down to a single point of light as the cutter leaped into hyper-space and left the battle behind.

"That was your ship that attacked us?" Blake asked, blinking away his own tears.

Katinov didn't answer, her throat closed up with sobs. She turned away from him and ran out of the cutter, with Blake going after her.

"Wait! Katinov, don't go!"

He lost sight of her as she ran into the darkness, the garden only slightly lit by the phasing moon overhead.

"Fuck." Blake went back inside and slumped into a chair at the table, letting the tears leak out of his eyes, "She's just like me; she's alone. She knows now that there's nobody left... nobody..." He cried, mourning the loss of all of his family and friends, all of his shipmates... everyone that existed on Terria. He could only hope that the ones that escaped with him were still alive... somewhere out there.

Dragging himself out of his chair, Blake shuffled to the cubicle and threw himself down on the bunk, crying himself to sleep.

* * *

Blake busied himself with mundane tasks, trying not to think about last night. It was hard, but he forced himself to face the facts: he and Katinov were alone, nobody was coming to rescue them, and this world was to be their home... permanently.

"Alright," he finally said, done feeling sorry for himself, "if this is going to be your home from now on, then it's time you started treating it like home."

Blake spent most of the morning cleaning up the cutter, discarding anything that wasn't working and/or recyclable and piled it up in a heap behind the ship. He wiped down surfaces to make them a little more presentable and vacuumed the deck, getting as much dirt and grit of the floor as he could. He then went to the engineering section and shut down anything he didn't immediately need, including some of the environmental systems. The air was fine to breath and he didn't need heat for the time being, so he put those systems on 'stand by' mode.

When noon hit, he wrinkled his nose at the smell coming from... him, he realized. His clothes reeked with dirt and sweat, and he was certain his body was in the same condition.

"Okay, time to turn back into a normal Terrin again," he said, gathering his personal toiletries and cleaning utensils. Stuffing them into his pack and clipping on his weapon, Blake headed down to the river to wash up, idly wondering about Katinov and how she was holding up. Did she finally come to grips with it, too? Did she finally accept it, or was she just waiting for him to show up again so she could kill him?

Blake shook the thought out of his mind and continued down to the river bank, adjusting his pack and making sure his blaster was still with him.

The Coalition scout came into his sight once he got over the rise but he didn't see Katinov anywhere, just the supplies she stacked still sitting outside the wreck. He shrugged and figured she'd come out when she was ready, if she wasn't already outside somewhere.

Blake reached the shore and dropped his pack to the ground, laying his weapon next to it. He sat down and tugged at his boots, all the while checking for any sign of Katinov near the ship or anywhere else. He stripped off his uniform and squatted down, dunking his clothes into the water and grabbing the soap bottle from his pack. He kept glancing at the scout as he scrubbed his uniform clean, but still didn't see her. Giving up, he rinsed the suds off and hung his clothes on a branch of one of the fruit trees to dry.

The water was cool but refreshing as Blake stepped naked into the river, his shampoo and body scrubber in hand. He dunked himself under, then erupted out of the water like a leaping dolpifyn and sighed as the splash fell back down on him. He lathered his scrubber and washed himself, scrubbing away the grit and sweat that had accumulated on his body for the past five days.

Blake stepped out of the river for a minute to wash his legs and feet, the lather foaming up around his groin and lower body, then started to step back in. But a yelp of surprise stopped him, and he saw Katinov standing just outside her ship. She was draped in a towel, the fabric barely covering her curves, obviously having the same idea as Blake about cleaning up with her uniform bundled under her arm. She couldn't help but let her eyes drift down his muscular body and stare at his crotch, his fat penis peeking out from behind the suds, but she snapped out of it and grabbed for her weapon.

Seeing her ready her rifle again, Blake just muttered, "Oh, for the love of..." He shook his head at her, disappointed, and walked back into the river to rinse off. She lowered her rifle as she watched him splash water on his body, the droplets running down his muscles, then bit her lip when he bent over to wash the soap out of his hair, and flashed her his tight butt.

He straightened up, giving her a better view of his package, then turned and left the river knowing she was staring at him. He saw her naked, so he figured it was only fair she get a show, too.

Katinov felt her pussy getting wet as she watched him slip his boots and, gathering his uniform and pack, walked naked back to his ship. Once out of sight, she chided herself for feeling excited about someone that was suppose to be her enemy. She had seen naked men before; why should this one get her all flustered?

She washed her clothes just as he did, then dropped the small towel and plunged into the river. She rose with her hair soaked and water dripping off her breasts as she took her washing utensils in hand and cleaned up... not knowing yet that she had an audience.

Blake, his curiosity getting the better of him, quietly sneaked back down to the embankment and hid behind the boulder he used for cover the last time. He gazed at her soaping up her curvy soft body, the sudsy foam running down her cleavage and over her stomach. She washed her boobs making them jiggle and sway, and he felt his cock starting to grow. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop looking at the beautiful water lily teasing him with her bathing.

Katinov walked back onto the shore and washed her legs, just as Blake did. Soaping up her calves and thighs, she casually glanced around and started a little when she spied Blake's head just behind the rock. For a second, she thought of running back into the ship to get her weapon... but something made her think twice; she didn't know what. Without another pause she continued her bathing, moving the scrubbing sponge a little slower this time.

Blake stared opened mouthed at the sight of Katinov slowly soaping up her thighs, then squishing the scrubbing sponge between them to wash her vagina. Blake's cock was fully erect and bobbing for attention as he watched her slowly drag the sponge up and down her crotch, leaving soap suds clinging to her tiny bush. She then turned slightly and proceeded to wash her ass cheeks, rubbing suds all over her round globes and into her crack just as slowly.

His throbbing dick produced a blob of precum that ballooned out of his piss hole and dribbled down his shaft, watching her free hand reach up to one of her breasts and rub at the hardening nipple. That's when he realized what was going on: she knew he was there... watching her. She was putting on a show for him, teasing him with her wet body.

"Why that little vixen," he whispered, seeing her stop her playing and step back into the water.

After she rinsed away the soap, Katinov paused for a moment... then started playing with her breasts again, slowly teasing her budding nipples. Her other hand slipped down below the waterline and she started cooing and moaning, leaving absolutely no doubt in Blake's mind as to what she was doing. Not realizing it, his hand gripped his hard cock and started stroking it, his fist bobbing up and down in time with her rubbing.

Katinov's breasts were rising and falling with her labored breathing, her hand jiggling faster between her thighs. She teased and tugged at her stiff nipples, licking her lips in anticipation of reaching an orgasm. Blake's fist pumped his fat prick furiously, using the precum to lubricate his palm and grunted as quietly as he could. He felt his sperm threatening to burst forth, and he purposely slowed down to keep time with Katinov not wanting to come just yet.

With strained gasps, Katinov arched her body and squeezed her boobs as her orgasm built up inside of her pussy. She wanted the warm tickling sensation in her groin to continue, but she was too close to the edge. Her legs stiffened up and her body lurched as the first wave of her climax overtook her. She let out a couple of high pitched squeaks, then released a strained groan as her orgasm gripped her pussy and squeezed at her inner walls. They clamped down on her wiggling fingers as her clit pulsed against the meaty part of her thumb, and the rest of her orgasm made her sink down into the water on trembling legs.

Upon hearing her squeals, Blake pushed his hips forward and grunted through clenched teeth as his semen raced up his cock and exploded from the bulbous gland. A thick jet of cum leaped out and splattered the rock, then another with his hand pumping faster. Huge blasts of white cream rained down on the boulder, and he had to support himself so he wouldn't fall over as the last of his cum dribbled out of his dick.

Catching his breath, Blake saw Katinov stretch out and float in the river, calming down after her climax and letting the water sooth her quivering body. He figured this would be a good time to leave and hope she didn't notice him. Picking up his things, he stayed low and quickly scurried away.

Katinov stood up, refreshed and feeling a whole lot better, and took a peek towards the rock where Blake was peeking himself, only to see his head disappear behind the rise. Curious, she waded over to his side and climb the embankment to the boulder, and saw his sperm dripping down the rock to the grass below. She marveled at how much was there; it was a lot, more than she'd seen from the few men she had relations with. She blushed at the fact that she was brazen enough to masturbate in front of Blake and that he was doing the same, watching her play with herself.

Katinov worked her way down the bank and crossed the river, not quite able to stop grinning.

* * *

A loud clap of thunder echoed over the area just as Blake sat down at the comm station. He turned on the log recording, hearing the tail end of the thunder rumble out into the desert beyond.

"Ship's log, 20:46 hours, day 5: Katinov and I seem to be... getting along a little better these days; that is, she hasn't tried to kill me lately. I hope this whole business of us being enemies can be resolved, and quickly. It's hard enough being alone here, but sharing a world with someone that doesn't want to be friends is worse."

"But I'm not going to back down from my earlier stance: if she wants to be friends and cooperate, she'll have to come to me. I'm done being her potential target."

Another thunderclap boomed out from the clouds that drifted over and blotted out the bright glowing moon. A few minutes later, Blake heard the pattering sound of rain hitting the hull and let it lull him into a relaxed state. He sat back in his chair, listening to the storm and idly munching on one of the hourglass shaped fruits when he was startled by a noise outside of the ship; a sharp rapping at the hatch.

"Blake!" the shout came through the door, muffled.

Of course, he thought, opening the hatch. Who else would it be?

Blake slid the hatch aside and saw Katinov, completely drenched and shivering a little, and this time unarmed.

"Come in out of the rain; entrai picadu." he said, ushering her inside. He closed the hatch, and, "What are you doing outside in a storm?" He pointed at her, then pointed towards the door.

Katinov reached up and patted the ceiling of the cutter, then pantomimed the rain coming down on her; Blake understood.

"The roof of your scout ship is leaking; you need a dry place to sleep." He looked her over, her uniform clinging to her curves, and scoffed, "Now you want to be friends, huh? And what makes you think I want you here? You've been trying to kill me ever since we discovered each other, all because you think we have to keep fighting." 

He stared at her, looking for any sign of understanding and saw nothing but her staring back at him, her bottom lip pouting and quivering, "You don't understand a word I'm saying," and ran his hands through his hair, blowing out a exasperated breath. 

Blake marched over to his sleep chamber and pulled a blanket off one of the unused cots, tossing it to her. He then grabbed a towel from the lavatory and tossed that into her hands as well, "You'd better get out of those wet clothes and dry off," and pointed to the sleep cell.

Katinov stepped over to the sleep room, cautiously keeping an eye on Blake and not knowing what his next move might be, and closed the door behind her.

Blake started pacing the deck; no easy task, considering there was only so much room to walk, "Oh, Blake; what's wrong with you? You just got through saying that if she wants to be friends, she'd have to come here. Well, she's here and you give her a hard time? Yeah, I know; you're just being careful. She was trying to kill you, earlier." He stopped his pacing, realizing that it was just making him jumpy, "Alright, she can stay the night, but I'm going to keep a close eye on..."

Blake turned to the sound of the sleep cubicle door opening, and saw Katinov walk out with the blanket wrapped around her instead of her wet uniform, drying her hair with the towel. She looked at him with shy, sheepish eyes, and he picked up on her nervousness.

"Feel better now? Pettah?" he asked, watching her with suspicious eyes. She nodded at him, Blake not sure if she understood him or not. He pointed at the table with the small pile of fruit and asked, "Hungry?" and offered her a chair.

Katinov slipped into the seat and shyly picked one of the fruits he was eating, sniffing at it and nibbling the green food, testing its taste.

"They're pretty good," said Blake, joining her, "An odd shape, but they taste good. It looks like a combination of two fruits from Terria; a green paplir and a brownish-gold pearit."

"Pear...it," Katinov repeated through a mouthful of fruit, "pear..."

Blake nodded, approvingly, "Okay, a 'pear'; congratulations, you've just named a fruit on this world." He picked up another fruit, one of the yellow globes with splashes of red, "This is the first fruit I found here: paplir."

Katinov tilted her head in thought, then said, "Aprel."

"Hmm," Blake stared at the fruit, then, "Okay, how about we split the difference. We'll call it an... apple."

She nodded, "Ap...ple"

Blake nodded back, "Apple. How about that, huh? We've finally agreed on something."

They ate and tried to talk at the table while the storm outside raged with wild winds and flashed of lightning, Katinov jumping slightly with every other rumble of thunder. Blake did his best to assure her that intentions were good, despite what they did at the river earlier, and tried to get a dialogue going. After naming some fruits, he used the science station next and had it flash images of certain things, both of them naming objects in their own language.

"Star cruiser," said Blake, pointing at the image of the Tigress, "ship."

Katinov nodded, "Vessel."

"'Vessel', right; 'ship'." He tried another picture, this one an image of one of the creatures swimming in the river, "Vertha."

"Fishtaluai."

Blake's eyebrow went up, "Okay, that sounds... elegant; let's shorten it up a little," he narrowed his hands, "Shorter name."

Katinov copied the gesture and said, "Fish."

"That sounds good; 'fish'."

The night went on, and the two of them were getting tired. Blake showed her the sleep chamber and offered her a bunk, grabbing a cot cushion and blanket for himself.

"You can sleep in here tonight; I'll sleep in the main cabin."

Just as Katinov snuggled down into the bunk, another clap of thunder blasted across the night sky and made her yelp. She ran out of the cubicle and into Blake's arms, shivering like a little girl.

"Hey, it's okay; it's just a storm. You're safe in here."

But another lightning flash and thunderclap didn't convince her, and she clung to his side quaking.

"Okay, okay," said Blake in a soothing voice, "Wait here a minute." He went to the sleep cell and brought out another sleep pad, laying it next to the one on the floor. Stripping off his shirt and kicking off his boots, he laid down on the mats and motioned Katinov to join him. Cautious, she lowered herself down, still wrapped in her blanket, and snuggled next to Blake.

"You really are scared, aren't you," he said, feeling her quivering against his body, "You weren't afraid to blow my head off, but you're afraid of a thunder storm?"

Her answer was to wrap her arms around one of his and stay close to him as another bolt flashed through the view port, another rumble following it.

"It's okay; I'm right here." Blake smoothed her hair, calming her down as she drifted off to sleep. He just laid there, watching her nod off and smirking at the irony of it.

"Computer: dim lights," the lighting faded, leaving them in almost total darkness, "Isn't this just great. The first woman I get to sleep with in almost three months, and she's the enemy. She doesn't even trust me, but she'll stay with me because she's afraid to be alone," the lightning flickered again, and Blake started to feel sleep creep into his troubled mind, "Well, that makes two of us."

* * *

The morning sun lit up the interior of the cutter, stirring Blake awake. He stretched and yawned, then looked to his side... only to find Katinov gone, her blanket wrap lying in a rumpled heap on the sleep mat. He started to search, but turned when he heard the door to the cubicle open. Katinov stepped out, dressed in her dried uniform, and met Blake as he stood up.

She hesitated for a second or two, then kissed his cheek, saying, "Thank... you," and left through the open hatch, stretching outside as the sun heated up her body. She simply walked away towards the river and back to her ship.

Confused, Blake opened his log journal.

"Ship's log, 07:04 hours, day 6: I think I just made a friend. She's still keeping me at arm's length, but I think Katinov is starting to warm up to me. I hope so; companionship is something I could use right about now. In the beginning, I thought she was afraid of me; now, I think she's just afraid."

"I think I'll test that 'warming up' theory later today, and show her that she's not alone in all of this."

Blake busied himself with more cleaning after having some more fruit for breakfast. After three hours, everything he didn't need in the ship was piled up with the rest of the discarded refuse behind the craft, and the interior looked a little more like a home.

Gathering his cleaning things again, Blake walked down to the river and was ready to give his 'theory' a try. Again, he didn't see Katinov anywhere upon arriving at the shore and removed his clothes. He cleaned up in the river, soaping his body and scrubbing away the grime, then dove under the water. Popping up and reclining in the warm flowing current, Blake relaxed and idly paddled, enjoying the soothing water and the sunshine beaming down on him.

When curiosity came over him, Blake glanced towards the scout ship and spied Katinov's head just inside the hatch. It darted back quickly, telling him she was watching him swim. He purposely ignored her, waiting for her to make the next move, and lazily swam about as the minutes ticked by.




Paradise Found



"Blake!"

He turned at the sound of his name being called out, and saw Katinov outside of her ship, again wrapped in a towel and holding her toiletry bag.

"Good morning," he said back, still wading in the middle of the river.

Katinov had a concerned look on her face and she waved a hand to him, beckoning him to join her. He nodded and splashed through the water to his side, but stopped when she called out to him again, and shook her head at him, waving him over once more.

Oh, I get it, he thought, she wants me to come 'as is'. Maybe my 'theory' is right, after all.

Blake swam over to Katinov's side, and she started blushing when he emerged from the river, naked. He walked up to her, not bothering to cover himself with his cock and balls dangling about. She stole a quick glance at his crotch and muscular form, then offered him a peek at her ship's interior, not knowing he had already been inside. They stepped into the dark cabin, and Blake saw a change from the last time he was there.

"So, you were telling the truth; your hull leaks something awful."

Blake saw the water damage left behind from last night's storm; everything was damp and musty smelling, and a puddle stretched across most of the deck. Seat cushions and carpets were waterlogged and anything that was vulnerable to rain, be it paper or cloth, was soaked and ruined.

Katinov touched his arm and pulled him gently back outside. She knelt down in the sandy shore and grabbed a twig, scratching at the dirt and drawing a picture for him. Though crude, Blake saw that she was drawing ships, lots of them divided into two groups, and a large circle between them with shapes that looked like the land masses of their home world.

"Terria," she said, pointing at the circle, then pointed at the ships.

Blake nodded, "Yes; our two fleets in orbit."

Katinov crossed out the ships one by one until none of them were intact, then scribbled away the continents on the planet. She then crisscrossed her hands, saying, "...gone?" in a tiny voice.

Frowning, Blake looked into her hazelnut eyes, and slowly nodded feeling the pain well up inside him again.

Throwing the twig away, Katinov plopped down on the ground and curled up her legs, wrapping her arms around them... and started crying. Blake edged closer, ready to console her if she needed a shoulder to lean on. She looked at him with wet eyes and cheeks, seeing one of his tears running down his face, and let him wrap his arms around her shaking body. She hugged him back and bawled into his chest, her warm tears adding to his still damp body, as he cried with her.

They held each other for longer than either of them knew, having a chance to grieve together and coming to the realization that, for all practical purposes and as far as they knew... they were the only two surviving inhabitants of Terria.

Katinov looked up at Blake and sniffled, "Vheet?"

Letting his tears fall freely, he shook his head and answered, "I don't know why." He reached for her wet face and gently wiped at the tears on her cheeks, "Arrogance, greed, prejudice, stupidity... maybe all of those things, and more. All I know is, they've left us alone here... and we have to survive here, together." 

"To... gether," she whispered back, touching his face with shaking fingers.

Blake looked deeply into her eyes, sensing a feeling of longing between them. He caressed her wet cheek and cupped her beautiful young face, his thumb barely brushing her parted lips. Katinov panted in lust as he lowered his head towards hers, waiting. Blake softly pressed his lips to hers in a gentle and loving kiss, Katinov closing her eyes and leaning into his embrace.

Suddenly, Blake broke the kiss and released her, standing up and pacing away.

"I'm sorry," he said hurriedly, "I didn't mean to do that. Well, I meant to do it, but... but I shouldn't have, not with... I... I thought you wanted me to comfort you, and... and I took advantage of... I'm sorry; I should go."

He started to head back to the river, but was stopped with, "Blake..."

He turned to see Katinov, walking up to him and looking at him with caring eyes. She neared his naked body, and pulled the towel off of her leaving her as naked as he was. Blake stared at the nude goddess standing before him, with her soft curves almost glowing in the sunlight. Her nipples were erect, pointing at him with stiff lust, her pussy lips showed a glint of moisture, and her breasts rose and fell with her breathing.

Blake took her into his arms as she wrapped hers around his broad shoulders and quietly said to him, "To... gether."

With her body trembling, Katinov hugged him close and smashed her lips to his, kissing him hard and deeply. Blake pulled her towards him, her nipples pressing into his chest and her belly rubbing against his. She felt his cock growing, twitching up her thigh and wiggling against her mound, and she humped her hips into him as their tongues playfully entwined.

She let out a muffled squeal when she felt his hands on her round ass, his palms caressing and squeezing the fleshy globes, and returned the favor by giving his tight butt a grope. Their kisses were wild and passionate, their tongues and lips devouring one another in lustful heat. Their hands groped and fondled each other, exciting their bodies with heated flushes of adrenalin.

Katinov could feel Blake's rock hard cock rubbing into her hot and wet pussy, the tingling in her loins aching to be relieved and her clit stiff and waiting for attention. Blake felt the soft flesh of her boobs pressing heat into his chest, her hard nipples poking him and demanding to be suckled.

Katinov released his lips and stared into his eyes hungrily, lowering herself down to the sand and pulling him with her. She pushed against his chest, urging him to lie back, and rubbed his body as she gazed at his solid manhood sticking straight up and quivering. 

It was long and fat, its veins bulging from the pressure of rushing blood, with a bloated and full scrotum in need of release. She teased the shaft with delicate fingers, making Blake shiver, then took it into her small hands and squeezed its hardness to produce a dollop of precum. She made him moan with pleasure as she smeared the slick drop into his cockhead, teasing and torturing the swollen gland and licking her lips in anticipation.

With the flat of her tongue, Katinov dragged her taste buds up the length, then down again while fingering his balls. Blake's prick twitched in response, and she giggled as she watched it jerk to her lewd licks and kisses. Licking it back to the top, she kissed the head and slipped her lips around it, suckling more of the clear lube out and making him gasp in delight.

Blake groaned nosily as he felt her mouth engulf his cock and slither its way down his shaft, her tongue wickedly swiping over his sensitive dickhead. Katinov tried to get as much of his member into her hungry mouth, but had to stop halfway because of its girth. But she was satisfied with the amount she had, and proceeded to give him a sensuous blowjob.

Blake laid back and enjoyed Katinov's talented mouth and tongue as they teased and nurtured his cock with loving sucks and slurps. His breathing came out as pants as she increased the speed and motion of her sucking, her tongue dancing wildly over his prick as she played with his balls with milking squeezes. He felt his sperm churning in his sack as Katinov bobbed her head faster and devoured his cock with greedy slurps. His hips came up off the ground as he felt the cum bubbling up his stiff shaft and, with a loud groan of release, semen exploded from his cock and splashed her tongue and gums.

Katinov squealed as the first blast of cum leaped into her mouth, and she sucked down his cock and rubbed her tongue against the sensitive underside of his cockhead, urging more to come forth. Her efforts worked as another thick jet lanced out, then another... and another. Remembering the amount on the rock from yesterday, she readied herself for a huge mouthful. His cock kept pumping out sperm as she tried to swallow it all, but underestimated his excitement and couldn't quite get it all to stay in her mouth. White blobs dribbled down her chin as she milked him for every last drop, making Blake moan as he emptied his balls.

Katinov released his twitching member with a loving slurp and caught her breath, watching the hard phallus quiver as the last of his orgasm pumped out the remaining few drops of sperm. She licked off the droplets with the tip of her tongue, then wiped at her mouth and licked her fingers as well.

Blake saw her staring at him with her head tilted to the side, and asked a question with a shrug and a smile.

Blake grinned back, "Oh, yeah; it was wonderful. You're very good at that."

"'Very good'," she copied, giving his cockhead a final kiss. Then she sat back with her knees apart and asked shyly, "You... 'very good'?" and looked down at her vagina.

Knowing what she meant, Blake pushed himself up and crawled over to her with his eyes gazing at her luscious body. He closed in, forcing Katinov to leaned back, then hovered over her after she laid down with her legs spread. He pushed her arms over her head as she bit her lip, not knowing what his next move would be. Her breasts heaved with her heavy breathing as Blake started kissing her, first her sweet lips, then her ear, and down her neck nibbling at the soft spots.

Katinov threw her head back and sighed with a smile as Blake worked his way down her chest and paid loving attention to her boobs, licking and nibbling at her soft pillows. She gasped and arched her back when he took a swollen nipple between his lips and sucked the nub into his mouth. He switched back and forth between the hard buds, making her mewl with passion, and gently squeezed the fleshy globes.

Then her eyes widened when Blake trailed his tongue down her stomach, pausing to wiggle it into her navel and making her snicker, and stopping just above her mound. He nuzzled the thin strip of brown fur, causing her to raise her hips to meet his face, then licked and kissed his way around her pussy to feast on her thighs. Katinov's breaths were coming out in pants and gasps as he munched at her inner thighs, then she bit her lip again seeing Blake smiling at her just inches away from her womanhood. Giving her mound one more nose nuzzle, he started his attack.

Katinov gasped a sharp intake of breath when she felt Blake's flattened tongue press against her labia and slowly drag upward, coming close to her clitoris. He did this several times before pressing his mouth to her pussy and wiggling his tongue inside, parting the wet lips and licking at the inner walls. Her whole body stiffened up, feeling his wet weapon snake inside of her, and her pants came out as tiny yelps as his licks became more forceful. Her arms came down, and she ran her fingers through his hair to push his head into her crotch.

Blake savored the taste of Katinov's delicious pussy, musky yet sweet, and licked up every warm droplet of juice seeping from it before making his move on her special spot. Petting the fur strip, his fingers crept down and eased the fleshy hood back, revealing a precious pink and swollen pearl that pulsed ever so slightly. Not sure what kind of reaction he would get from her, Blake took hold of her arms and held them down at her sides. Wide eyed, Katinov gaped at him as he flicked his tongue and pounced on her clit.

Her body lurched and strained when his licks slathered her pink bud, and she squealed in lust as he devoured her. His swipes tickled her clit, making her writhe and squirm, and she let out what sounded like pleas to stop in her language. He ignored them, lapping at her hot and wet pussy with fiery licks.

Her hips came up, and Blake let go of her wrists to grab two handfuls of her sandy butt cheeks. Her arms now free, she didn't try to push his head away but instead clawed at the sand. Suddenly, her body arched up and her grunting came out harder; Blake knew she was close, and furiously ate her pussy to bring her over the edge.

Katinov felt the familiar wave of pleasure start to wash down over her; she couldn't hold it back. Yelping in delight, she thrashed her head from side to side and, with a shriek of passion, let her orgasm run through her flaming cunt. Hot juices gushed from her pussy, with Blake licking at every squirt, as she grunted with the convulsions of her pussy muscles. With a final orgasmic squeeze, her pussy clenched and made her hips buck and hump against his face and, with one last loud groan, released the last of her climax juices into his suckling mouth.

Blake slowed his assault, lowering her ass down to the ground and giving her puffy vagina one last gentle kiss. He sat up and looked at the girl he knew he had satisfied, judging from her quivering body and the smile on her face.

He smiled back and asked, "Good?"

She grinned with glazed eyes and nodded, "Very... good."

Blake laid down beside Katinov and gave her some time to catch her breath before continuing, the sun beaming its rays of light and warmth down on the new lovers. After a while, he rolled onto his side and looked into her warm hazel eyes with a serious expression.

"I'm glad we finally became friends," he said, caressing her shoulder, "but you do know that nobody's coming for us, right? Nadii une gathat."

Katinov nodded with sadness, but then smirked a little and said, "Not... so bad; proutilfa edon." and wave a hand around the area of life and beauty.

Blake had to agree, "You're right, it's a beautiful garden and we could've ended up in a worse place than this. It's warm and we can breathe, we have fresh water and plenty to eat, and we're alive."

"Alive," said Katinov, rubbing his chest, "jux doe ves."

Blake nodded, "Just the two of us," and leaned in to gently kiss her, her warm inviting mouth pressing back. Katinov's hand drifted down his belly and wrapped around his hardening member, but her eyebrows went up when she also had a handful of sand as well.

Blake grinned, watching her brush the grit off his cock but not succeeding, "Maybe we should wash up." He pointed at the river, and she smiled scooting to her feet. Blake playfully patted her butt to knock off the sand that was clinging to her cheeks, making her giggle. She took his hand and walked with him down to the bank, swishing their feet in the bubbling water. Both of them grinning, they ran out into the river and dove under the currents, swimming about and popping up close to one another. Blake splashed her, and Katinov returned the playful gesture with laughter.

After rinsing off the sand and dirt, Blake swam over to the other side and waved Katinov over to join him. She paddled up to him and rose from the water, looking like a sea goddess with her curves glittering with sun lit droplets. He approached her and scooped her up in his big arms, cradling her close and staring into her hypnotic eyes, and carried her to the tall grass near the rock he hid behind during their mutual shows of exhibitionism/voyeurism. 

Laying her down gently on the soft bed of grass, Blake took in every inch of her beauty and savored the view. He thought she looked so natural in this setting, a naked nymph of nature allowing the tiny blades of green to tickle her skin, and she smiled at him and reached for him to join her.

Hovering near her on his knees, Blake caressed her legs and massaged her thighs making her purr. He felt Katinov's hand travel up his leg and grab his stiff cock, squeezing and stroking it, then let go to raise her arms over her head and spread her thighs apart telling him what she wanted.

Blake was practically drooling over the luscious form he was gazing at when he positioned himself over Katinov, bracing his arms on either side of her. His cock quivered above her wet and swollen mound, a drop of precum oozing from the tip and dripping down to land on her pubic strip. Katinov panted, eagerly waiting for Blake to take her, and pursed her lips as he lowered his hips. His cockhead rubbed at her pussy lips, making her gasp and worry about whether or not his huge dick would fit inside of her, and her body stiffened up when he pressed it against her opening.

Blake went slowly, not wanting to overwhelm her, pushing the glans in between her wet lips and feeling them hugging the bloated knob. He cupped her face, which was painted with an excited but scared look, and smiled to reassure her that he wouldn't hurt her. He eased forward, and Katinov gasped with an open mouth as she felt more of his cock slip into her awaiting pussy and stretch the inner walls.

Blake backed out slightly then entered her again, gradually increasing the amount of dick going inside of her. He did this over and over until she was slick with wetness and breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling with each gulp of air. Finally, confident that she was ready to receive him, Blake pushed towards her and started sinking his member into her vagina.

Katinov trembled and panted with lust as she felt his cock sliding into her pussy, the muscles fluttering and grabbing at the shaft. She lifted her legs to give him better access, pressing her feet into his thighs to urge him on, and arched her body when his entire length was imbedded in her womanhood and released a lustful groan. She gazed at him with sexual heat burning in her eyes, as well as in her quivering cunt, and smiled.

Returning the smile, Blake lowered himself down and brought his lips to hers, playfully at first then more passionately. Katinov quickly wrapped her arms around him and pressed her feet into his buttocks, smashing her mouth against his and humping at his groin.

Blake pulled out a bit, then slid his cock into her, and repeated the motion until he got a steady rhythm going. Katinov broke the kiss and panted open mouthed as his thrusting increased and made her pussy tingle, the balls of her feet digging into his ass. She never felt so full, her soft moist walls stretched and slick with her nipples so hard they almost hurt, and gasped as he pumped his hard penis into her faster.

Their mutual moaning wafted throughout the garden as the amorous couple made love in the tall grasses near the river's edge, their bodies rubbing against one another and their groins tingling with excitement. 

Blake positioned his legs under Katinov's butt and gently gathered her in his arms, hauling her up and sitting back to cradle her in his lap. Her boobs heaved up and down as she breathed harder, feeling his long cock slide all the way inside of her. He bounced her body in his lap, plunging his dick into her wet hole, and her face twisted into a grimace as she felt it rub into her G-spot and made her mewl and yelp.

Not being able to stand his teasing anymore, Katinov pushed Blake to lie back as she unlock her legs from his hips and straddled him. His dick still imbedded in her pussy, she started riding him with a big grin on her face and loving every inch of him being poked into her. She leaned back and steadied herself and, with his cock digging into her special spot again, her whole body quaked and writhed as she humped him with wild thrusts.

Blake felt his cum boiling in his balls and knew he couldn't hold back much longer but, judging from the look on her face and the sounds she was making, neither could Katinov. He grabbed at her thighs and started groaning as the sperm started climbing up his dick.

"Oh, oh, oh daat, daat, daat... ohhhhh..." Katinov moaned, plunging her pussy down on his cock and feeling it respond with twitches and pulses; she knew he was close. She felt his penis expand and, with the first blast of cum hitting her inner walls, Katinov arched back and cried out as her orgasm peaked and stabbed at her womanhood. Her hips wiggled and thrashed about as Blake grunted with every squirt of semen that leaped out of his cock, and she groaned as her juices poured out and wet both of them down, her pussy muscles gripping his shaft and milking it for more cum.




Paradise Found



DISCLAIMER: The following account narrates the actions of a fallen man. I am highly principled in nature and you may be tempted to judge me for my deeds accounted herein and, in my loftier moments, I would no doubt agree with you. Yet if you do choose this course know that your actions must match your judgment for I deem hypocrisy to be the greatest of evils. Now you have been warned, join with me as I recount a real event, the memory of which never fails to astonish me.



It was a beautiful winter's day. My first experience of the Far North coast of Queensland was a succession of warm and brilliant mornings with just a hint of cool breeze tempering the heat of the sun. It was an island - Hinchinbrook I believe – where the resort is dwarfed by great stretches of forest and breathtaking beaches. 

It was one such morning when the wildlife arose early and woke me from a deep sleep with a start. No longer able to sleep, I let the family remain and slipped quietly into my runners and shorts. The rainforest seemed to be calling me as I ran the hills leading to the secluded west of the island. As the canopy opened above and let the early morning light stream through, the warmth on my bare chest was exhilarating. I felt sensational and I ran with a new strength and vigour – but the humidity was taking its toll after 3o minutes or so and I looked for a path down to the beach, never far away. 

I surfed a steep dune down to a remote and isolated beach, no more than 100 metres long. I started to reason with myself. I have no swimming costume with a pounding, glistening surf in front of me. I have just run through the forest for 30 minutes and passed no-one. So I ran to the far headland and looked to see a vast coastline with no indication of human existence whatsoever. For some of you this is a no-brainer. Who cares? 

You need to know that I am quite a conservative guy. It takes a great deal of pluck to drop the shorts and go au naturale. But it wouldn't be much of a story if I hadn't, would it?

I can count the number of times I have skinny-dipped on one hand. After a few moments hesitation I reassured myself that the only audience I might have would be a couple of kangaroos and a croc, a not unknown inhabitant at Hinchinbrook. 

So off went the runners and down with the strides, I am sprinting into the surf like an 8-year old. It was brilliant, just cool enough to exhilarate rather than chill. My warm, alive body hit the cool surf and I cavorted like an idiot for minutes until I found a quiet secluded rock pool and floated in the gentler surf. Just as I entered the world, there I was in the glory of my simplicity. A man at one with the elements, rising and falling with the ebbing tide.

After a while I started to think that it was a pity I could not have a companion to enjoy the freedom and exhilaration with. It was only moments later that I became aware of some movement on the shore. I looked around and could see a figure drawing near. By the hair streaming from beneath her hat I deduced that this was a woman. Or a girl. As she drew near I realised that it was a female in her mid to late 20s, that space in which she is unambiguously woman, the girl is fading and the far more complex and unimaginably mysterious maternal rumour appears.

I panicked. What to do? She must have come from inland rather than by the coast. I wasn't aware there was access across the island. As she crosses the beach, she sees my clothes lying neatly piled on the sand and she looks around. She stops and surveys the ocean – she perceives that invitation that had so seduced me earlier and heeds the call. She removes her sunglasses, hat and t-shirt to reveal a simple red-and-white bikini – not a conspicuous attention grabber, just an effortless sensuality that would have stirred me had I not been so full of dread. 

She stepped, long-legged and agile, into the shallows and tested the water. Slowly she inched her way, raising her arms and jumping over the small breakers, her hair bobbing and being taken by the wind. Up until this moment I had not seen her face clearly but now I could see that her features were delicate and flawless. I tried to avoid eye contact and it seemed that she had not seen me, although I knew that she could not have ignored my presence. 

By this stage, I had floated into a deeper area in the hope that my nakedness would not be exposed. You need to understand my concern as a man of discretion, whether you be such or not. I was petrified of being caught in flagrante delicto. There would have been a mere 5% excitement and a great deal more embarrassment, especially as I perceived there would have been a decade separating us in age!

Eventually she was close enough, despite my aversion, that it would have been absurd to ignore each other's presence. I waved meekly when she looked over and she called out "Hi". I'm naked and a beautiful woman is saying "Hi"! I instinctively cover my submerged privates although she is still too distant to see anything.

I try to brave it out and shout "Hello, it's a beautiful morning". Humans love the obvious. 

"Yes, the water is beautiful – look at the sun shimmering on the waves."

I looked but only out of duty. The awkwardness of the moment destined that it was not a time for beauty but concealment. 

"Where are you staying?" hoping desperately that it would not sound like a come on from a dirty old man. At this stage I am a father of three and this is most likely an unattached young woman. I want cool but my nervousness is only rising.

"I'm camping with some friends over on the lagoon. You?" 

"I'm at the resort". Why didn't I say "with my family". Is there subconscious suppression here?

We chat about the standard of facilities and the natural grace of this island compared to the artificial opulence of the Whitsundays, when a slow realisation starts to dawn on her, at first as a suspicion, then as a reality. I think it had a lot to do with the staccato of my answers. Brief monosyllables to finish the conversation early. 

I can only imagine that she must have considered either I was quite a rude and uncommunicative sort of bloke or that there was something very wrong. You need to understand that I could never feign indifference. I am anything but cold – so the only alternative ...

She blushes ... I see her look away and with a mixture of amusement and unbelief in her almond-shaped blue eyes she mutters "Oh my God!"

The games up. SHIT!

What can I do? I quickly blurt out an apology. Something about not having adequate and suitable clothing and in dire need of cooling after a run, but she's not buying. SHIT SHIT SHIT.

I desperately need an excuse or an out ... then she laughs. A beautiful laugh. A soulful and sincere, blessed and genuine expression of mirth. I think I'm glad. The truth it out and its OK. What now?

Here's the moment ... I still to this day can feel the disbelief as I look over and smiling knowingly, she removes her bikini top. The cool water has done its job and her erect nipples are the first view I receive. I pretend to avert my eyes but she gives me a disbelieving look. I look closer and I see the rounded mature breast of a woman who is fully grown but has not yet succumbed to the gravity of age. Nor has she the appearance of an artificially enhanced and plastic swelling porn star. This is natural woman at her peak ... and I am astounded. 

The simple generosity of this act does not escape me ... so I say "Thank you" and she, with an amused and exaggerated gallantry, says "you're welcome". Yet there is a playfulness in her tone I detect and am confused by. She must be ....

No ... this can't be happening. She is ever slowly drawing nearer. She pretends to cavort in the waves and bounce well beyond what is necessary. Oh my God ... she is flirting with me. I can't believe it ... it has been so long since this scenario occurred that I almost missed it but she is definitely getting closer.

I am emboldened. I now realise that this is every man's fantasy and I am the star.

I take a few steps and, as the waves move about my body, my shrunken member starts to emerge from his slumber. I can't suppress my embarrassment but I can see that my friend has gone well past that sentiment. She is now unambiguous in her intent. 

Looking straight into my eyes, she says: "What a wonderful start to the day!" and moves across so that she is now wading right in front of me – a metre separates us at best.

Judges sharpen your quills ... this is the moment you have been awaiting.

Yes ... I put out my hand and gently touched her shoulder. She needed no more invitation. I was subtle, she was voracious. She slid across and raised her arms, pulling me close and pushed her lips onto mine. She took a moment and stared into my eyes. This was a beautiful woman – a scatter of freckles on an otherwise flawless visage. A purity of skin with just a slight hint of tan. Her breasts swelled against my chest and I could feel her heart pounding against me. She went in again, this time expressively using her tongue to explore my lips and tongue. 

By this stage I am at full attention. It is a great feeling in the water. A full erection ... blood swelling in the veins ... in cool water. I am now in the throes of delight passionately giving as good as I get. I hold her perfectly round breasts in my hand – a perfect handful – fits like a glove. It seems so right.

Then the moment comes where her hand explores my chest and then plunges to take hold of my now aching penis. It is as fit to burst as I have ever experienced. She starts to manipulate it, looking intently at me and then asks me to untie the strings of her bikini pants. I obey. I am entranced.

I instinctively drop under the water to observe the disarray I have caused and there before me is a beautiful shaped V, trimmed with a hint of opulence (as I like it). Her thighs are parted so I can see her labial swelling. She is as ready as I am – I rise to kiss her on the lips again, passionately nuzzling her neck and shoulders. Then I take a deep breath and descend again. This time I zero in and move my tongue along the outer lips of her groin, before thrusting my tongue at the increasingly apparent clitoris. I can feel her quiver with excitement so I rise only to get my breath and submerge again. My hands reach around and play with her tight and smooth butt cheeks, occasionally sliding my fingers into her now welcoming opening. There is a flurry of activity on the surface so I rush to find her calling out in desire. 

She drags me towards the beach until we are waist height and she drops to her knees taking my rigid penis into her mouth and I desperately want to come. But I am convinced that the show is not over. Self-control is of the essence. Breathe George ... breathe son. Don't let the moment go to waste. 

We rush to the shallows where she goes down all fours and says "Fuck me" in such a savage and abandoned way that I am astounded. I have never known a woman who has reacted like this to me.

I enter her and she is more than ready, squeezing her legs as they sink into the sand. I thrust slowly at first to draw out the act but she pleads with me to thrust harder until I have broken out in a sweat once again. She now thrusts back at me and we are in a perfect rhythm of wild arousal. I take her further onto the wet sand and turn her so I can now see her in her glory. She has a wide grin and is begging me to hurry back inside her because she is close now.

I lower my knees onto the sand before her and she raises her knees as I enter her again and within minutes we are rolling and writhing on the sand with no concern for our surroundings. I feel the vibrations in her vagina against my rock hard cock. She is now in a paroxysm and I let myself go pumping the warm result of our passion into her tremoring and gaping womanhood. We lie for minutes on the beach enjoying the spent waves brushing against us.

She rises and takes her bikini without replacing them. Walks onto the sand and takes the rest of her things and the last I saw of her is her perfect and lightly tanlined ass disappearing toward the lagoon, into the rainforest. I wanted to call out "what is your name?" but the moment has passed and I don't want to disturb its perfection. I dressed quickly and hastened back the way I had come.

We spent another week there and we swam at that beach at least another 3 times. I kept looking toward the shore with a yearning and fire. But I never saw her again. I wonder if she will read this and know who she enjoyed that morning with. Judge me as you will, it was not the last time I skinny-dipped but I have never had the same result.



Paradise Found and Lost



This happened really back in "olden times" but it still seems so clear and so important to me! I went to a boys-only high school and had no sister, and so knew little about girls except for the stories other boys told. Mostly lies! 

In the summer I was 17 I went to a music camp for two weeks and there I met girls, which I confess was more of an attraction than the music. As well as playing in orchestras and eating together there were dances and bus trips and I kissed my first girl, Sylvia. I was in love! She was perhaps a little plump, chewed her fingernails, and wore glasses but hey, nobody's perfect? She lived 100 miles away from my home but we wrote letters twice a week for a year. Then I left school and joined the army, which sent me to a place only ten miles away from Sylvia's home. Thank you, thank you!!

When we met again Sylvia seemed different. She let me kiss her but was very quiet and moody. After a couple more dates she confessed that in the year we had been apart she had let another boy, a man really, have sex with her. She said she had bled a lot and her parents had to take her to the hospital. She also said there was a big fight after which she hadn't seen the other guy again. After telling me this she seemed happier and let me put my hand on her breasts, in fact only on the outside of her sweater, but more important she invited me to visit her home the next weekend. 

Her parents seemed friendly and made me feel welcome in their home. When they went out shopping I found Sylvia in her bedroom and we sat on the bed and started kissing. After a bit of a struggle, because that is what girls did back then, I got a hand under her sweater and into her bra. It was magic to feel her nipples harden; my friends said this meant a girl wanted sex. Could I go further? Wrestling a bit more, a few "no, don't" complaints and my hand went under her skirt and onto the crotch of her panties. Carefully I slipped a finger inside the leg and felt for her vagina. It was a surprise to find the small bush of pussy hair. The difficulty was that I knew nothing about how a woman gets excited; my information was that penetration was most important so I tried to push a finger up into her. "That's not what I want" she said, and I stopped in surprise. We lay together and she put a hand behind my neck and started to move a finger in small circles at the back of my head. I felt really stupid because I didn't understand! I stroked her head and neck and all the time my erection felt as if it would burst out of my pants. Then her parents came back! 

Two weeks later I was invited again, to stay overnight. I felt certain I could have sex with her so I had condoms ready. This time her parents stayed at home, but I asked Sylvia to come to my room when the house was quiet, and she did! She let me lift her pajama top and kiss her breasts and I got a hand between her thighs. As I pushed with a finger she stopped me and held my hand still against her crotch. Then she slowly moved my fingers in the small circles she had demonstrated before. I felt her pussy getting hot and then wet, and then I understood what people called "Petting!" We pulled off her pants and I took out my erect penis. She helped me unroll the condom onto it and I nearly came right then. I lay between her thighs and she held me against her pussy lips so I could feel the heat. "Gently at first" she said and I eased my way into heaven! 

We moved together for just a little while and then she gave a gasp and tensed. That was enough to make me release the pressure and fill the condom. Her cheeks were wet with tears and I kissed her and held her until she whispered that she had to go to the bathroom. I heard her flush and then tiptoe back to her own bed. 

I was certain this would be a regular practice and I felt taller and stronger and more of a man than ever before. Little do we know what fate has planned? The very next week the army gave me orders to go to Germany for a year. While I was away I met more women and, just as an experiment, practiced the small circles in some other pussies. Once again I wrote regularly to Sylvia, but she seemed to reply less and less often. One day came an envelope which contained the worst news of my life: Sylvia confessed that she had met her first lover again, and that they had gone to bed together. Even worse, she had become pregnant and so she was going to be married. 

I guess she never forgot her first sexual experience. Neither have I!