2 comments/ 16377 views/ 4 favorites Caribbean Contract Ch. 01-03 By: tbabyhot Jessica stared out the window of the private jet as it flew over the island of St Lucia. She still could not imagine who had requested her and why all the secrecy. The only information that her boss had disclosed was that she would be working in St Lucia for two weeks with a new client developing a website for a new resort. The plane touched down on the tiny airport runway. The view was spectacular, lush green tropics and white sand beaches with the most beautiful water Jessica had ever seen. The pilot emerged from the cockpit to open the door. "Miss Sanders, I hope you enjoyed your flight. Marcus, your driver, is waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. I will get your bags and load them into the car for you." "Thank you, David, everything was wonderful!" Jessica exited the plane to find herself standing next to a grey limousine. Marcus opened the door and she climbed in, as if she was accustomed to this kind of treatment. Truth was she had never dreamed that something like this would ever happen to her. Inside the limo was a bottle of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries. Marcus leaned his head in the door, "JP is sorry that he could not meet you this evening. He is wrapping up some business, so he will be available tomorrow to show you around and explain why you are here." Marcus opened the champagne and poured her a glass, as he gave her a brief history of the island. "Miss Sanders, we have a half hour drive to the resort, if you are ready..." "Marcus, please call me Jessica. What is the name of the resort?" "Fantasy Falls, named for the thirteen waterfalls on the grounds." Jessica sipped the champagne as she took in the beautiful landscape. Her mind tried to imagine the resort and the waterfalls. Her face flushed as she thought of the waterfalls. Jessica had a fantasy of experiencing a sexual encounter behind a waterfall. An image of a tall waterfall entered her mind; she closed her eyes and pictured herself there. She could almost feel his hands on her hips; feel his breath on the back of her neck as he whispered the ways he wanted to pleasure her. Jessica did not know the identity of the man in her dreams, she felt as if she knew him, but never saw his face. Jessica's eyes flashed open as the front tire plunged into a hole in the narrow road. Champaign splashed out of her glass all over the front of her white satin blouse. "Damn!" the expletive shot out of her mouth. Marcus quickly rolled down the window that separated them. "Sorry, Miss Sanders, are you okay?" " I am fine, Marcus, just putting on a one girl wet see-thru shirt contest back here," Jessica chuckled. "I do apologize; I did not see the hole before it was too late. I will check the tire and get out your bags if you would like to change." "The carry-on bag would be great, Marcus, this is kind of awkward." Marcus stepped out of the car. One look at the tire told him, his boss was not going to be happy. He opened the trunk and retrieved the small navy blue carry-on bag. Marcus tapped on the window and Jessica rolled it down. "Miss Sanders, Jessica, there seems to be major damage to the tire's rim. I will have to call someone from the resort to come get you and then wait for a tow for this car. I have your bag, so you can change out of your wet blouse, and again, I apologize." Jessica changed into a pink v neck tee that she had packed in her bag; she figured it was the best thing in her bag to match the black skirt that she was wearing. Stepping out of the limo, she caught the last of Marcus' conversation. The call must not have gone well, by the look on his face. "How far out are we, Marcus?" "Only about ten minutes from the resort, "he sighed. "Everything okay?" "JP was pretty upset, and you might want to change out of that skirt" "Why is that?" "The remainder of the ride will be on the back of a moped," Marcus shrugged his shoulders. JP gave him strict instructions not to reveal any more information to her. "Just great, I despise those things!" "Sorry, JP told me to tell you that this is not how he planned your arrival and he will make it up to you." "It's not your fault, Marcus, you have been very kind. I guess I will change into the shorts that I packed in my emergency bag too," she chuckled. She figured she still had it better than he did; at least she would be at the resort while he waited for a tow. Dusk was approaching quickly. She could hear the hum of the moped as it approached. The driver was male, wearing tan shorts and a white shirt. He pulled up beside her, handed her a helmet and said, "Get on." Jessica did as he instructed and could not help but let out a sigh of disgust at his rudeness. She certainly hoped this was not typical of most of the employees at the resort. As she settled behind the rude guy in the dark helmet, she was quick to notice his tanned and well toned legs. The moped jerked and her arms instinctively wrapped around his waist. He let out a small growl as her breast pressed tight against his back. He was not ready to see her again, he had a plan to win her over, and this was not in his plan. He would surprise her in the morning at breakfast and if she held a grudge over his absence for so many years, he could always play the "business card"; after all she was under contract to design his website. As much as Jessica despised mopeds or motorcycles or other "two wheeled death mobiles", as she called them, the vibrations between her legs combined with the drivers masculine scent was having a nice affect on her. The road was rough causing the bike to bounce, which in turn, had her breast rubbing against his back. Sure, she could loosen her grip around his waist, but then her fear of falling off would ruin the moment. She closed her eyes and her senses were heightened. The lace on her bra lightly scratched against her nipples, causing them to stiffen, the drivers musky scent filled her nostrils and the vibrations of the bike added to both of those was causing her to become very aroused. She could feel her panties starting to get wet. 'First order of business...a nice long shower,' she thought. "Damn!" "What's wrong?" the driver asked as he slowed down at the resort's driveway. "Nothing major, just my luggage," Jessica sighed. "Your luggage should be outside your room within the hour." The moped stopped and Jessica wasted no time getting off of it. The driver pulled away before she could even thank him. Shaking her head, Jessica walked inside the reception building. A beautiful, dark tanned young lady with an interesting Caribbean accent welcomed her. Tondra was the name on her nametag. "Welcome to Fantasy Falls, are you Miss Sanders?" "Yes, I am Jessica Sanders." "Miss Sanders, we have been expecting you. How was your flight? Is Marcus bringing in your bags?" "Thank you, my flight was wonderful, and I am not sure who is bringing my bags. There was a problem with the tire on the way here." "Oh, my...Let me drive you to your cabana, you must want to get settled...well as settled as you can get until your bags arrive." Tondra drove Jessica to her cabana on one of those large golf carts. The cabana was a larger one bedroom with a seating area and a large bathroom with a separate shower and garden tub. The rooms were decorated in a tropical theme with muted reds, yellows, oranges and shades of green. The large king sized bed had a canopy with billowing white net on all sides. Jessica paused for a moment just taking it all in. On a small table in the sitting area, there was a huge vase of fresh tropical flowers and a note... Miss Sanders, I hope the room is to your liking. I have also set up a small office for you in the Conference Building. I apologize that I could not arrange to join you for dinner and to welcome you this evening. Room Service will bring your Dinner at 8:30 this evening. I have scheduled the day off tomorrow to show you around the resort, and nearby shopping areas. I will have Marcus pick you up at 7:00 in the morning for breakfast. Please call Tondra at the front desk if you need anything this evening. Enjoy your evening and I will see you tomorrow. Wear comfortable clothing and walking shoes. JP Jessica looked at her watch. She had about half an hour before her bags arrived and almost two hours until dinner. A bath seemed a perfect way to spend her time. She walked into the bathroom and noticed a small basket of assorted bath gels, powders, soaps and one very odd bottle in the assortment. "Baby oil," she laughed. "I have not taken a bath with baby oil in so long!" Jessica thought back to college, she loved to soak in a hot bath with baby oil. Her skin would be so slippery; she loved the feeling of gliding her hands across her slick skin. Not to mention the wonderful lubricant it served as, for a good self satisfaction session. "Mid-term stress relief" she called it. Just thinking back was making her hot. 'Why not,' she thought. Reaching over she turned the hot water on full blast and poured about three tablespoons of oil into the water. While her bath was filling, she went to the refrigerator in her small kitchen area. There all chilled and waiting was a bottle of wine. She poured herself a glass and proceeded back to the bathroom. The water was a perfect temperature and height in the tub. Jessica pulled her hair up into a clip; she thankfully had in her purse, stripped off her tee and bra, then eased down her shorts and panties. Carefully, she stepped into the tub and eased her body into the warm oily water. "Mmmm," Jessica moaned as she rubbed the oil across her breast. Jessica sipped her glass of wine as she let one hand explore her own body. Funny how something different in your bath can make such a difference in how your body feels. She glided her hand over her legs, her abdomen and her chest. She playfully pinched at her nipples, the oil making them too slick to get a grip, but how good it felt. She took turns working each nipple into a fully erect, tingling nub. Her glass was soon empty, so it freed up both hands. Jessica slid one hand down between her legs and rubbed her fingers through the small patch of hair just above her clit. "Oh, yes," she whispered. Her middle finger slid across her clit. She closed her eyes and imagined the strong hands of "rude moped guy". He may have been rude, but he just oozed sex appeal. She imagined his strong hands rubbing her clit and sliding between her swollen lips, back and forth slowly before exploring the depths of her canal. Her hands were performing the actions that she was imagining him doing. One middle finger was rubbing her clit while first one finger of the other hand slid in and out, then two fingers were fucking her slick pussy. Breathlessly Jessica stated, "I wish my damn vibrator wasn't in my suitcase about now" Pumping her fingers faster, Jessica started to feel her muscles tighten around her fingers. Her clit started to tingle, the muscles started to spasm, and her fingers were drenched in cum. "Oh Yeah! Oh fuck yeah, yes, yes, yes!" Jessica cried out through clenched teeth, as her orgasm rocked her body. Her hips were bucking and her ass was sliding on the bathtub bottom. Her orgasm subsided just in time for Jessica to catch herself before she slid down into the oil filled water. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "Wow, I can't believe I forgot about the baby oil baths," she laughed. Glancing over at the clock told her playtime was over and dinner would arrive soon. She drained the water and put on the fluffy white robe that hung from the back of the door. A quick peek out the front window showed her bags had arrived safely. Jessica began to unpack her things for her two week stay. She really hoped this would not be all work and no play. Her work would begin on Monday morning, but already her Saturday was arranged for her, surely she would have some free time tomorrow and Sunday. Just as she finished unpacking, a soft knock at the door announced her dinner had arrived. She opened the door and a young man stepped inside, put the tray on her table and promptly excused himself. Jessica was surprised and relieved to see Chicken Alfredo, steamed broccoli and garlic bread. One of her concerns was the food, she was not one for exotic food and she did not eat a lot of fish. Her research showed St. Lucia was known for both, but she had to admit, she was curious to try the "Banana Catsup" she read about. After dinner, Jessica figured it was in her best interest to get a good night's sleep. She brushed out her hair, brushed her teeth and slipped into a short cotton gown. The bed, with the netting all around it gave her a very safe feeling. She was not concerned about insects, which was the netting's original use in the islands. In modern times, the fabric was simply for decorative purposes. The sheets were made from high quality cotton that felt like silk against her skin. With her alarm set for 6:00 am, she settled into bed. Jessica was quickly lulled to sleep by the sounds of a small waterfall somewhere just outside her cabana. Jessica writhed between the sheets. She was deep into one of her explicit, erotic dreams. Her faceless lover had disappeared behind a massive waterfall. Jessica frantically searched for a path to follow him. She could hear him call to her, "Come to me Jess, come to me." The water parted and she stepped inside a secret cave. The only light was a flicker from a candle down a long, narrow shaft. "Come to me," the voice said again. Jessica walked down the long narrow path; suddenly the candle went out, causing her to freeze in place. Her body went rigid as she felt his hands upon her hips. She wanted to scream, but no sound came out. The only sound was the water from the fall crashing on the rocks. His hands slowly moved up her rib cage stopping just below her breast. The sound of rushing water faded as his voice whispered in her ear, "Relax Jess, this is your dream, you have the power to awake at any time you choose. I can not, nor do I desire to hurt you. I am here to pleasure you and give you the opportunity to play out your fantasy." His smooth voice made her tension slowly fade. He felt her slowly relax, her muscles eased beneath his hands, her breathing became less labored. His fingers gently moved across the undersides of her breast, working their way to her areolas. With an ever so light touch, his fingertips circled her nipples. Her little nubs were reacting to his touch, becoming quite rigid. Slowly they started to point straight out from her tits, allowing him to softly roll them between his thumbs and index fingers. Jessica let out a small moan, "Mmmmm" His hands slid back to her waist, turning her to face him. He could see her clearly in the darkness, her body a vision of perfection. He lowered his mouth to her breast, and very gently kissed each tight bud. "Jess, I am going to move you over to a special table, just remember, I can only bring you pleasure." Her body was lifted and placed on a very soft table. The unknown surface felt warm against her backside. She let her mind and body become enveloped in the warmth. He lifted her arms above her head and into two loose straps. Her legs slowly spread open as he guided her ankles into similar straps. Jessica had never experienced any form of bondage in reality, so her dream took a gentle approach. A tiny squeak broke the silence, as a portion of the table between her legs was lowered. A chill of excitement ran up Jessica's spine. "Let your mind go sweet Jess, you are the one guiding me." His velvet smooth voice flowed through her brain. Jessica relaxed and guided his lips to her breast. The heat of his mouth exceeded the warmth below her body. His tongue flicked at her stiff nubs, the tightness causing a tingling sensation. Gently his teeth started nipping at each taut bud. Jessica started to feel the warmth moving to settle in between her legs. His mouth opened wider to suck in her entire areola and nipple, increasing suction, each time he would alternate between each tit. His hands pushed her tits closer together as his pace increased. Her chest heaved as her breathing became more rapid. His mouth and hands left her breast and traced a path to her lower abdomen. His hair tickled across her skin as he lowered his head between her legs. She could feel his warm breath as he paused inches away from her awaiting pussy. "I want to turn over," Jessica whispered, "I want you to lick me from behind" His soft laugh filled the room, "Dear Jess, you are already turned over." It was true; Jessica was now on her knees with her chest and head resting on the table. A tiny vibrator was positioned atop her clit humming softly. His hands gently spread open her backside. A tiny drip of liquid dropped onto her crack and tickled along her slit, followed by another, then several others. The cool liquid made her shiver. A clicking noise broke the steady hum of the vibrator, as the hum got louder and the vibration more intense. His mouth watered as he waited, until she willed his mouth in closer. His tongue started just under her clit and ever so slowly worked its way through her moist slit, stopping just outside of the entrance of her very core. This maneuver was repeated several times before he flattened his tongue and began to lick her outer lips with long strokes. Every third or fourth stroke, the tip of his tongue would dive into her canal. Her hips swayed slightly and her pussy was emitting a sweet aroma that filled his nostrils. His taste buds loved the sweet and slightly tangy flavor of her secretions. The flavors swirled across his tongue like a fine wine. He let out a guttural sound of approval that echoed in her head. His sounds heightened her arousal. The tip of his finger was pressing against her tight hole, waiting patiently for her to relax and grant him access. Her inner wall muscles relaxed and his finger easily slid up into her. "Oh, yes," Jessica whispered, as she tightened around his finger. His finger glided in and out rubbing against her smooth, velvety walls. Her juices soaked his finger and allowed another to slip in beside it. Her clit was tingling with vibrations as her pussy was being filled by his thick fingers. "Faster and harder," she moaned. His palm pressed firm and rubbed back and forth as his fingers plunged deeper inside her, her body writhing with pleasure. Her knees started shaking as his fingers sped up, his palm rapidly slapping her wet lips. "Oh, Yessssssss," she screamed. The echo resounded through the cave. As her orgasm rocked through her body, his thick penis slipped up into her, causing her orgasm to prolong. Somehow she was now sitting on his lap, his cock buried deep in her pussy. Her ass was grinding against his legs as he sat upon a flat rock. The head of his thick cock was rubbing a spot that she had never felt before. This level of pleasure was unknown to her. She seemed to stop breathing, she heard no sound, and all she could do was feel... feel the orgasm, that only could exist in a dream. Chapter 2 Jessica's eyes fluttered open, as she slowly emerged from her dream state. Her lightweight cotton gown was tangled around her waist from thrashing between the sheets. As she unclenched her thighs, a pool of liquid flowed from deep inside her, and tickled her ass as it flowed down her crack onto the sheets. Her eyes shot open as she realized what was happening. She had similar dreams often, but never before had she experienced an actual orgasm as she awoke. "Who are you?" Jessica said aloud to the faceless man in her dreams. Jessica lay in bed for a few minutes trying to replay her dream, large portions of it already disappeared. What had not disappeared was the wetness between her legs and the aroma that now filled the air around her. A quick glance at the clock told her she had just enough time for a shower before Marcus would arrive to take her to meet her newest client, her boss for the next two weeks. Caribbean Contract Ch. 01-03 Jessica finished her shower, dried off and wrapped herself in a towel. She decided to wear her hair down today, letting her auburn curls fall loosely below her shoulders. Choosing what to wear was not going well this morning. Finally she settled on a pair of tan Capri pants, white tank with a built-in bra and a tan short sleeve button down shirt. She slipped on a pair of white lace panties and proceeded to finish dressing. She slipped on a comfortable pair of sandals just as a knock on her door signaled Marcus' arrival. "Be right with you," she shouted at the door. Jessica opened the door to find Tondra standing there instead of Marcus. "Good morning, Miss Saunders. I was sent to drive you to the resort restaurant this morning. JP will meet you there; he had to meet with Marcus this morning to arrange your day. Please have a seat, so I can get you there on schedule." Jessica smiled. Tondra could talk a mile a minute and never let you get a word in... Jessica sat down beside Tondra on the golf cart. Within minutes the cart pulled up outside the small building that read "Café de la Falls". Jessica stepped out of the vehicle, looked around and turned back to Tondra. "Tondra, I have to ask, why does the resort seem deserted?" "Miss Saunders, the resort does not open until Monday," Tondra smiled and stated as she drove away. Jessica opened the door and stepped inside. She did not see anyone else there. "Hello," Jessica said, but received no reply. Seeing a table in the middle of the room with a vase of flowers and two place settings, she walked over and sat down. Just as her backside hit the chair, she heard a loud crash and a rather loud expletive. "Damn it!" Jessica got up and ran toward the noises. She pushed against the swinging door, causing another crash and a louder expletive. "Oh, my goodness, I am so sorry!" Jessica exclaimed. A loud sigh had Jessica backing away from the door as it slowly swung toward her. "Oh Jess, I am the one that is sorry." Jessica froze in place. It took a moment for her brain to process what just happened, and most of all who it was that stood before her. "Stanly Preston?" "In the flesh and omelet," he said with a laugh as he looked down at his shirt. "Stan, oh my gosh, what? Where? How?" Jessica stammered. "Slow down, Jess, have a seat and let me get out of this shirt." Jessica watched as he raised the grey knit shirt over his head to reveal his smooth, tanned and very toned chest. The man that stood before her now was very different than she remembered from six years ago. In college Stan was rather slim, wore glasses and did not go out in the sun without slathering on sun block. "Ok, that's better," he said as he lowered his shirt and noticed the look on Jessica's face. Jessica just stared at him, her thoughts and memories were spinning through her head. She and Stan met their senior year in college and quickly became friends, although it was a rather odd friendship. Her next clear thought brought a blush to her cheeks. The last night they were together, before he transferred to another college, the subject of masturbation came up. Stan had asked her about how she coped with the stress. Jessica joked that she would pleasure herself to take her mind off school and Stan admitted to the same. They talked as they drank a few beers, well maybe a few more than a few. One thing led to another and later that night, they sat across the room from each other and watched as they brought themselves to orgasm. Jessica shook her head and brought herself back to the moment. Stan sat down next to Jessica. "Ok, for starters, everyone calls me JP now. I dropped Stanley and go by Joseph Preston for business purposes." Jessica looked at him; she only had one question that she needed answered before she could process anymore information. "After you transferred to law school, why didn't you ever call me?" Stan, JP, gave her an odd look. "I did call, but your roommate told me you were in California with some guy. When I tried to call back a week later, the number was disconnected. I tried to find you; I tried looking up your parents, but no luck." "So, it had nothing to do with ...," she could not continue. "No! Oh God no, Jess! Is that what you thought?" Jessica shoulders slumped and she sighed, "That would have been Lisa, the roommate from hell." Jessica quickly changed the subject, "I am so sorry we lost touch with each other, I missed talking to you." JP smiled, "We had some fun times, didn't we?" He flashed a cheesy wink at her, knowing she was thinking of how they had watched each other that night six years ago. "Don't even go there!" Jessica's cheeks once again flushed, "Just explain how you, and I for that matter, ended up at a resort in St. Lucia." "I will explain everything, but let's get out of here. I am taking today and tomorrow off to show you around. First stop," he laughed, "my place for another shirt!" Jessica's eyes were once again drawn to his chest. "Good idea," she said feeling the heat returning in her cheeks, and between her legs. She was shocked at how he quickly caused her arousal; she had never seen him in that way before. "Shouldn't we clean up the kitchen, first?" "Oh yeah, almost forgot all about that, and eating. Are you hungry? I could try again." "I am fine, not much of a breakfast person. I will help you clean up, but then start talking..." While they cleaned, Jessica brought him up to speed in her life. Not much to tell other than work. She had been quite busy after leaving college, trying to work her way up in the company. It wasn't until a year ago, that she truly felt like she had "made her mark in the company", when the New York Post did a feature article about her. "That's about it, six years condensed into a mere seven minutes," she laughed. They turned out the lights and left the small café. JP locked the doors and they walked around to the side of the building. "You are kidding me," she blurted out. "You expect me to spend the day on that?" "If by "that", you mean the moped, then yes." JP laughed. "Many of the locals use them to travel around; you do not see many cars during the day." "I detest those things," she hissed. "Trust me, everything will be fine. You may want to put your hair up though; I don't think you want it whipping you in the face." "What about helmets?" she asked. "Never wear them during the day." "So it was you that brought me here after the limo tire blew out!" "It was," JP sighed, "I was not ready to explain everything last night, sorry, and I have not really started this morning well either..." A memory of last night flashed into Jessica's mind. She had envisioned HIS hands on her body while she brought herself to orgasm in the oil filled bath. "No, it can't be! That's impossible!" She did not realize she spoke the words aloud. "The moped, again?" He asked. "No, nothing, forget I said that," she stammered, as once again she felt the heat and wondered to herself if she was going to be able to work with him. JP climbed onto the seat and looked at her. She stood there for a second and eyed his bare chest. Taking a deep breath, she sat down behind him, leaving as much space as she could. He smiled, sensing that he was having some kind of effect on her, just like he had only hoped to do. The motor produced a hum as it started up. He let the clutch out a little quick, causing the bike to lunge forward slightly. Jessica's arms instantly flew around his waist and her body pressed against his bare back. JP smiled again, he was determined to win her over. She felt wonderful pressed against his back, her arms clinging around his waist; he decided to prolong the ride back to his house. "I am going to give you a quick drive thru tour of the resort on the way, I hope that's okay." Jessica relaxed as he drove through the resort property. Palm and banana trees lined the roads. The cabanas, with their thatched roofs were spaced throughout the beautifully landscaped grounds. The three swimming pools all had magnificent waterfalls flowing into them. Her senses were overloaded with the beautiful sights, and wonderful aromas from all of the tropical flowers. In the distance, she could see the lush green hills that seemed to guard the resort. For some reason, she felt safe, if only for a moment. "What do you think?" JP asked, bringing her back to awareness of him. "It is truly beautiful. I will be able to get some great photos for the website." JP veered the bike onto a side road leading off the main resort road. The long road led to a beautiful, very large house secluded from the resort on a private beach. As the bike stopped, Jessica admired the architecture. Tall windows surrounded everywhere that she could see and a large wooden double door welcomed their arrival. "Stan, sorry, JP your house is beautiful!" "Jessica, I do not mind if you call me Stan. You were the only person to ever call me Stan. But I have one request..." Jessica looked at him, "What is your request?" she asked. "I can still call you Jess," he teased. "You know I never cared for that nickname!" "I know," he winked and flashed a sexy smile her way, "Come on inside." JP opened the front door and led her into the kitchen. He pulled out a barstool and she sat down at the dark brown granite counter that formed a semi circle bordering the kitchen area. "Can I get you a drink while I grab a shirt?" "Not yet, honestly a restroom would be nice, though" "Follow me, sorry, the only one that I have furnished so far, is the one in my bedroom." Jessica laughed, "That doesn't scream workaholic bachelor at all." "Yeah, whatever, laugh at the poor guy that never had a date in college..." Jessica stood in awe, as he flung open the French doors to his bedroom. It was not what she expected at all. The room was decorated much like her cabana, with the same color scheme. The bed had a massive hand carved wooden headboard, which stood about eight feet tall. One wall had a dresser with the same details carved into the wood, with a matching mirror above it. The bed covering was a suede-like material in a light brown with dark green pillows piled high against the headboard. The room was very masculine, but comfortable. "Bathroom is over there," he said, walking into the closet. Jessica walked to the door and looked into the largest bathroom that she had ever seen. Before she walked into the separate room where the toilet was located, she shot a remark his way. "My apartment could fit comfortably inside of your bathroom, just thought you should know" "Asking to move in already?" he jokingly shot back at her. "As I recall, you were going to do some explaining, Mister," she yelled back through the closed door. Stan started telling her about law school, and how he left to move to St.Thomas when his parents were killed in a helicopter crash. "My parent's owned a successful resort over there, being the responsible son, I moved there to keep it going." Jessica emerged from the restroom, her eyes watery. "I am so sorry, Stan, I know how close you were to your parents." He went on to explain how he bought the property on St. Lucia and moved there two years ago to oversee the development. The property on St.Thomas had increased in value during the past year, so he sold to wealthy investors for a very nice profit. "So why, me?" Jessica asked, "How did I get into this picture?" "I read the New York Post article, and figured you were the best," he said playfully. Jessica rolled her eyes. "Well, I will most certainly try not to let you down." Stan laughed, nothing Jess did, brought anything he felt for her "down"! Chapter3 The remainder of Saturday morning was spent riding around Castries, the capitol city. Jessica took notes of all the places that she wanted to revisit and photograph for the website. As lunch time approached, Stan parked the moped in front of an open market shopping area near the coast. Stan waited while she climbed off and watched as she removed the band that held her hair up, freed her curls to fall upon her shoulders and then raked her fingers through it. 'Sexy' was the only thought in his head. Jessica was completely unaware of his reaction to her motions. She was unbuttoning her shirt as she looked at all of the shops across the street. As she slowly removed the shirt, letting it slide over her shoulders, she was unaware of his fixation. The tank top that she was wearing fit her snug, outlining her slender waist. She tied her other shirt around her waist, and glanced up at Stan. He just stood there, watching her, watching a tiny bead of perspiration roll down her neck and slowly disappear into her cleavage. "The sun really heats things up quick here, doesn't it?" Jess stated. "It's mostly the humidity," Stan managed to reply. In his mind, he was imagining going after that bead of sweat with his tongue. She was the cause of most of the heat that he was feeling. He felt his cock stir, and had to think quickly. "Shall we take a stroll across the street before we grab lunch?" Stan held out his arm, hoping she would loop hers through. Jessica giggled as she laced her arm with his, "We shall, lead the way." They darted across to the shops that lined the main street leading from the port where the cruise ships came in. The stores were air conditioned and well maintained. Jess stopped outside a small boutique window. The outfit in the window caught her eye, a low-cut halter and long skirt in a peach color with a bold yellow flower print. She wished that she had the confidence to wear an outfit like that. Stan stood behind her as she stared at the window. "See something that you like?" "The outfit is stunning, I wish I could wear something like that," she said in a soft, unsure manner. "Why can't you?" Jess laughed, "I am not exactly built for a top like that." "I am not sure, I get that statement," Stan said, puzzled. "I am not, how should I put this, endowed enough, to pull it off" "You are kidding, right?" No, I am not kidding! Can we change the subject? I am getting hungry." Stan was confused, the woman in the tank top standing in front of him with her flesh bouncing, ever so slightly, just above her shirt as she walked did not believe she was "endowed enough". Could she see them? He could not help but see them! He, in fact, could not stop thinking about them, wanting nothing more at this moment than to taste them, tease them with his tongue. Jessica turned to face him, "Lunch." Stan's mind snapped back in focus. "Yes, we can go for lunch now, if you wish, on one condition." Jess rolled her eyes, "What is your condition?" "After lunch, you try on that outfit, just for me." "I do not like conditions, Mr. Preston!" "Stan smiled, "Yes you do, but only if you are the one setting them, as I recall." Jessica just shot him a playful look and continued walking. She needed to keep reminding herself, that she was here to work for him, but Stan was not acting like her boss, so it was hard for her to separate business from pleasure. Pleasure might be a little much, she thought, fun was a better word for it. Thoughts of pleasure were better saved until she was alone. Today, she would allow herself to just have fun. Lunch was delightful, the food was delicious. Jessica ordered a burger on an English muffin and fried yams with banana catsup. Stan and Jess were falling right back into their old friendship. They did spend about ten minutes talking business, but quickly turned the conversation back to old times. Stan took extra care not to bring up anything of a sexual nature, although his mind was filled with those thoughts. He reminded himself that he needed to remain focused on his plan. "Ready to go?" Stan asked. Jessica laughed, "What adventure do you have planned for us now?" "I didn't really have a plan," he hesitated. "I thought tomorrow, you could grab your camera and we would spend the day in Soufriere." Stan went on to explain as they walked, "Soufriere is a city southwest of here. There is a drive-thru volcano and beautiful botanical gardens." "Sounds great, I can get my camera gear ready tonight, as well as a good nights sleep" Stan had to act quickly, that was not what he was thinking at all. He stopped her just outside the small boutique. He had to act quickly. "Jess," he paused for a moment, "Would you go out with me tonight?" "Why Mister Preston, are you asking me on a date?" Jessica teased in a slow southern drawl, batting her lashes. "I do not believe it's very lady-like to fraternize with one's boss," she said followed by a giggle. "I will take that as a yes," he quipped. "Now for my ground rules..." Jessica raised one eyebrow and gave him a coy, questioning look. "First of all, no businesses talk until Monday morning. Second, I am not your boss until Monday morning. Third, I am buying the outfit in the window and would be very pleased if you would wear it tonight." Jessica stood there, in the middle of the sidewalk, with a blank look on her face. This is the first time she had ever seen him take charge. Years ago when they would do anything, she always made the decisions and set the "rules". A feeling stirred inside her. Was it admiration or arousal, or maybe both? Jessica followed him into the boutique, more to cool off in the air conditioning than attempt to protest. While inside, Jessica poured herself a glass of punch and took a seat while he talked to the woman behind the counter. Stan glanced over at her sitting there. "Take it easy with the punch; they always spike it with rum!" He smiled, but was serious about that statement. Rum Punch was served almost everywhere around the islands. Jessica sipped on her drink as Stan finished his purchase and made a few phone calls. "It's all set, ready to go, Jess?" Jess nodded, and they were off. Jessica relaxed against his body on the moped for the ride back to the resort. She was a little tired and the rum punch helped her mind relax. Why not have a little fun while she was here? True it had been six years that had passed, but she knew she was safe with him. Good friends, she thought, could withstand time and distance. The ride back to the resort seemed quite quick, for both of them. Jessica was relaxed and quite comfortable. Stan was quite aroused, her breast against his back, he could feel her heat through his thin shirt. His mind was filled with images of her naked body beneath his as he slowly made sweet love to her, mixed with visions of her on top of him grinding and bucking her hips without inhibition. Stan dropped her off at her cabana and told her he would send Marcus to pick her up at 7:30. Jessica decided a nap would be in her best interest, but after she checked and packed her camera equipment for tomorrows sight seeing trip. She carefully checked all of her equipment and placed it in her bag, along with a swimsuit, her sunglasses, and some sunscreen. With her bag ready to go, she lay down on the bed and turned on some soft music. Stan sat in his hot tub, no heat just water jets. He needed to relax. When he first had the idea to contract Jessica for this job, he really just wanted to see his old friend, and knew she was the best person to design his website. From the moment that he pulled up beside the limo and saw her again, he knew he wanted her. The "crush" he had for her in college was now full blown wanton lust. As he thought of her, his hand reached down to stroke his cock. He closed his eyes and imagined her full lips wrapped around the head, her long curls swaying as she slowly bobbed her head to teasingly take his cock further into her mouth, just to bring it out again just as slow. Caribbean Contract Ch. 01-03 "That's it Jess, take your time." Jessica fell asleep to the soft sounds of steel drums. She was quickly transported into a small room, lit only by candles. The aroma of coconut filled the air. Jessica could tell she was on a padded table. She was covered with a sheet, from just above her breast to the middle of her thighs. A man's voice whispered in her ear. "Just relax as I massage your worries away." Stan was now stroking his cock faster and faster. He was so deep into his thoughts of Jessica sucking on his cock, nothing else seemed to matter. He was in his own private hot tub and was not concerned with where he was going to spew his release. Jessica let the unknown masseuse place a blindfold over her eyes, as well as strap her wrists at her sides and bind her ankles with her legs spread wide. Next two warm, oil soaked hands were slowly moving up her legs. Jessica let out a soft moan as the hands reached her inner thighs and pulled the sheet off of her body. Jess expected to feel cold, but just the opposite, she felt warm all over. His hands were now on her upper thighs, his thumbs stroking her outer folds of skin. The warm oil allowed his fingers to easily slide across her slick skin. Just as a small amount of her own sweet juice joined with the oil, his finger moved to her clit. His finger, with slight pressure was moving in circles atop her swelling nub. Jessica then felt something cold and hard gliding between her folds. The sensation of cold was a sharp contrast to the heat from her body, warm oil and warmth from the candles. The cold sensation continued, as a new sensation was added. Jessica tensed as she felt the width of the object move its way closer to her tight little hole. "Relax Jess, I can not hurt you, I promise you will feel nothing but pleasure." Stan was lying on his back with his feet dangling into the hot tub, his hand feverishly stroking up and down his rock hard cock. Release was only moments away. Jess relaxed her body as the cold, hard object slowly slid into her awaiting pussy. The cold sensation remained as her hot juices began to flow all around it. She could feel pressure as her walls stretched to let it completely fill her. When the object was buried as deep as it could be, it started to pulsate, not a vibration but more like a cock about to release a large load of cum deep inside her. Stan's cock twitched as he pictured Jessica riding the waves of a powerful orgasm atop his cock. He tried to prolong his release, but hot cum was oozing onto his belly. Stan sighed as the image faded quickly and his body relaxed. The object quickly found that spot deep inside her that brought her pleasure beyond words. Jess could hear the sounds of a drum beat, slow at first, matching the tempo of the object moving in and out of her. The beat got faster and faster, the object pounded inside her. Her body could not move, she was being rocked by a powerful orgasm, but could not move even an inch. Something or someone was sucking on her nipples, both at one time, while her clit was also being powerfully tugged into a hot, wet mouth. Jessica's body released a flow of sweet juice as she cried out in pleasure. Jessica's body sat straight up from the bed as she cried out, "Oh, my god, YES!" As Jessica awoke, a flood of her own juices filled her panties. Panic was her first reaction; this was the second time in a 24 hour period that she had awakened from a dream having a very real orgasm. Was the cabana haunted? Couldn't be, she thought, she did not believe in ghosts. What was happening to her? Instantly a calm feeling came over her. A voice inside her head said, "Relax, nothing can hurt you." The island was having a strange effect on her, but she could not resist the power it seemed to have over her. Jessica showered and started getting ready for her date with a new feeling of excitement. She wondered just what this night had in store for her. To be continued...