3 comments/ 20396 views/ 1 favorites Four Days in Paradise By: Four Days in Paradise I continued massaging her back, paying special attention to her lower back where I knew she had an old auto injury. I could feel the twisted muscle under my fingers. I worked it softly so as not to hurt her. As it loosened I continued my way down her backside. I eased her thighs apart and massaged each hamstring with some force. Amy had well developed leg muscles from years of running. Her calves surrendered to my ministrations and then I began to massage her feet. First the soles, then the top and finally the toes. Have I mentioned that I really and truly liked her emerald green toenail polish? As I finished, I asked her to roll over and I began to work my way back up. I eased the pressure on her shins and around her knees. Then followed up with a strong, deep tissue massage of her front thigh muscles. I skipped the obvious and went on to massage her stomach, her chest and finally the front of her neck. With eyes closed Amy asked, "Are you finished? "Well", I said, "I did miss one place, but you will have to sit up for me to massage it properly". Her eyes opened with a question "Where..". "Just sit up and let me finish," I said. So with interest she complied with my request. As she sat in front of me, I began to massage her scalp. "Oh God this is gooood" she purred. "You are good at this aren't you?" she said with a little laugh. After some time, I finished and wondered what to do with my hands. I shouldn't have worried. As my hands slipped down to her neck, Amy took them and placed them firmly against her breasts. I had always wondered about the "heaving bosom" of the romance novels. Well, here it was. I will admit to doing a bit of heaving myself – or at least a lot of heavy breathing. As a felt her nipples harden under my caress, her hand moved between my legs and began to fondle me. I saw her other hand between her own legs and a deep-throated moan escaped her lips as we kissed. Her tongue and mine danced and mingled. Her soft lips sweeping against my lips, my neck, my cheek and back. I nibbled on her lower lip as her hands continued their work. Amy brought her hand up from between her legs and I could see her fingers were wet. She offered first one and then all of her fingers to me. As I licked them one at a time I could smell her musk and moved one of my own hands between her legs. Her thighs spread as my middle finger slowly circled her, lightly fingering first one side and then the other. My finger was dripping. In fact my entire hand was covered with her wetness. I could feel her "little man in the boat" proudly erect. My finger lingered there as Amy squeezed me tighter. Her hand was wrapped around me and moved slowly in time with my finger. I pressed on her clit and slid my finger further inside her. I could feel the curve of her vagina as her walls squeezed against my finger. Textured, almost ribbed her wet walls grasped at me. An "Oh" whispered in my ear as I stopped, the tip of my finger resting against her cervix. Slowly I brought it back out and placed it on her lips. As she kissed my finger I leaned forward and shared a kiss, both of us tasting her and each other. I lay Amy back against the smooth satin sheets and let my lips wander across her body kissing her as I went. I could still taste her as my tongue licked the underside of first her left breast and then her right. The tight nipple danced in front me as I moved down to her navel. I could smell the heat of her as my tongue twisted through her pubic hair. I licked her softly, following the path my finger had made earlier. First one side and then the other, teasingly down the middle as she spread her legs wider. The tip of my tongue touched her clit and she jumped. Her tight thigh muscles holding my head in place. "I hope you don't break my neck" I said with a laugh. My tongue sometimes has a mind of its own. After sucking gently, it followed my finger inside her and I could not only taste her but I could feel her vaginal walls trying to grip my slippery digit. Back out it came and slowly circled her tightly clenched anus. I knew she wasn't into anal, but I teased her anyway, circling her anus with my tongue – and then back where she wanted it. Amy's hips began to move in time with the flickering of my tongue on her clit. Her back arching off the bed as I licked faster. Faster, slower, changing the tempo so she couldn't get a rhythm. I didn't want her to cum just yet. I let her build the tension until her hands pressed the top of my head tightly against her, almost smother me. OK, I thought, I got the idea – she wanted to cum. Far be it from me to stop her. So I let my tongue dance a steady beat on her, occasionally going deeper inside her. Amy was gushing and I had her wetness all over my face. Finally with a great heave off the bed she began to buck and squirm, to twist and turn while grinding my face against her. This went on as I continued licking and sucking. Finally, the spasm began to recede as the twinges in her body subsided. I looked up to her face and could tell she was at peace. "You give a good massage all over don't you?' Amy asked rhetorically. Chapter 4 The Night Turns into Morning The night wore on as we continued exploring each other. Yes, we did talk – about all the little things one talks about when faced with incredible beauty. I have absolutely no idea what either of us said, but it seemed to be the right things. After the massage I moved back up her body to her face and we kissed. It seemed like hours. There is nothing like a good kisser in my book and Amy was very good. Her lips were soft and she used them delicately. Tasting my lips, playing with my tongue. Every now and then leaving me and exploring my body until the pressure to be face to face again required her to come back to my lips. Have you ever noticed how the right person, and I don't mean just right for the night, seems to have a musk smell that seems familiar? That's the only way to describe how I felt with Amy. Everything seemed to be just right. She wasn't too big or too small (although I am sure others would disagree) She wasn't too talkative or too pushy. It was the honeymoon period of new lust and all was well with the world. I loved the way her skin felt as my finger tips brushed up and down her body. Her pubic hair was dark and curly, shaved neatly for an obviously small bikini. And those toes. The tension was mounting in the room. I could feel it and Amy was not immune. Do they or don't they? Will they or wont they? Believe it or not, we actually talked about it then and there. "Do you want me inside you?" I asked as if there were only two options. I could tell she was torn. "Look, I don't mind if you don't. You wont be hurting my feelings or make me want to be with you any less." You let me know what you are comfortable with and lets leave it at that. "It's not that I don't want you" she said after some thought (God I love a woman who can do that) but you know it changes things. "You and I can be very good friends, even lovers after a fashion, without having intercourse. There is something very different, very special that happens when you make that final statement with someone. When you decide to share that ultimate place inside yourself – physically and emotional. You form a bond that is unlike anything else. I should know. With three husbands and hundreds of lovers, I should know". Silence. I'm not sure, but I think she said "hundreds of lovers". Amy lay still and I could tell this was something she needed to talk about, and talk about now before anything else happened. "OK, I'll bite – hundreds of lovers? Want to talk about it?" And that set off a torrent that didn't end until about 9:30 the next morning when the phone rang. It was her friends calling to invite her out for lunch. Given the poor shape we were both in, Amy suggested we rest and meet them for dinner. So we each had a shower and lay back to rest. Amy went to sleep almost immediately. I hay with her in my arms but sleep wouldn't come. I had to think long and hard about all she told me. Her life had been unlike anything I could imagine and I truly needed to try to understand. "My first sexual experience" she had begun earlier in the evening, "and I call it that because he wasn't my first lover – he was my uncle. I was 13 and he was 38. He used to always have me sit on his lap when I was a little girl. I didn't understand what he was after that first time, but he was family so I assumed it was alright. Afterwards, I felt hollow. I mean, I thought it was supposed to be wonderful. Of course, I had no idea that you weren't supposed to this. I told my mother later and she told me I was a liar and I shouldn't say such things about my uncle. This went on for 4 years. When I finally told a friend, she was livid and walked me straight into our school counselors office and made me repeat the story. Well, needless to say, I was always the uninvited, unwanted family member after that. My uncle went to prison and the entire family blamed me. To escape, I married my first "true love" at 17. He joined the navy which I thought would be a wonderful adventure. For the first year we were separated. But then I got to join him in married quarters in San Francisco. I was over the moon. A few years later we moved to the Philippines and there he met up with a different crowd. They went out late and went after the little local girls. As his tastes degenerated he started inviting me along, asking me to have sex with all of his buddies – to show what a good guy he was. It wasn't long until the orgies began. Then a reprieve, or so I thought. He was transferred to Thailand. Out of the frying pan.... Thailand was one huge orgy. He wanted to have sex with, and for me to have sex with, anything that moved. Men, women, dogs anything. Finally I couldn't take it and left him. He chased me and his buddies all tried to stop me – I guess they thought I would tell. But I had no idea who to tell. Even if I did I was too embarrassed. After all, I had gone along with it for so long! Husband number two was the exact opposite. In one way he was great. He is a CPA –and the most boring man in the world. But he was safe and had a steady job. I lived the little white picket fence dream for two years. It was four months into our third year of marriage that I discovered Mr. Boring was in fact, Mr. Gay. He seemed quiet and only somewhat interested in me. I had passed that off as a bad comparison to the situation I had come out of. But sadly, there was more to it than that. Being a conservative business man, he couldn't possibly let anyone know his true sexual inclinations – so he pretended by being married to me. I caught him – at, of all places, a training session not unlike our first one. I had thought to surprise him as I had been secretly studying accounting and had passed the CPA exam. I finagled my way into his hotel room and was dressed in my sexiest nighty when I heard him come into the room. At first I thought he was with another woman, bit the voice was too deep. He was with a young man, Tom, I assumed later he must have met at the hotel bar. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Obviously by this time I was no prude, but I was shaken to the core of my femininity by this discovery. I closed my ears and slipped out of his room hours later when they were asleep. I went home, packed my bags and moved out that very day. I left a note saying he would get the divorce, I would get the house equity and we would never see each other again. I signed the note and underneath put one word "Tom". My lawyer heard from his lawyer and I have never seen or spoken to ex number 2 since. You know what they say. Third times the charm. By this time, I had a profession, a house a mortgage, a career and a decent life. I didn't want anyone to screw it up. But along came Randy – and did he ever live up to his name. He was handsome, attentive, caring, sweet. He was also a salesman – my first (and hopefully last) He was a Senior Vice President of Sales for a small manufacturing company in the Great Lakes region. We lived an expense account life. I was still a but gun shy, so even after we were married I made sure to keep hold of my finances. Good thing. We had been married for about 18 months when the company he was working for was shut down. Seems that just hadn't been able to sell enough product! Now I will admit this was news to me. Randy had so many reasons why – the product didn't work right, the marketing materials weren't reaching the customer, the support staff weren't doing their job, accounting wasn't processing their invoices promptly etc. Now, if he hadn't thrown in the last one, I may never have suspected anything. But being an accountant, I asked him what was wrong. After hemming and hawing and basically not answering the question, I realized there wasn't really a problem with accounting – just an excuse. Later, I spoke with some of his colleagues who admitted he just didn't do a good job of selling. He was trying to do everybody else's job and screwed up his own. "No problem, I will be back at work in a week" Randy proclaimed. "I'll have a better job with better pay." But one week went by, then a month, six months, then a year. Still no job. The rest of Amy's story – well let's just say I had been a part of that. As I thought about what she told me I drifted off to sleep. Chapter 5 Brunch I woke up a few hours later to the oddest feeling. I was still sleepy but felt awake. I wasn't sure. Maybe this was a dream? I could feel my penis was hard and, more importantly, someone's lips were wrapped around it. Now I, and every guy I know, has had this wet dream. Also, given that I didn't cum during the previous night, it wasn't surprising. So I just drifted with it. I felt a tongue first lightly licking the tip, and then drawing long strokes down the side. Back up again. The lips came back and a gentle suction was added to the licking. By this time I was pretty sure I was awake as I had never felt or dreamed of such an elaborate, painfully pleasurable experience. I opened my eyes and looked down to find Amy's hair covering my crotch and her hands caressing my balls. She looked up and with a wink, went back to work on me. About three seconds, OK maybe two, after I realized what this wonderful woman was doing, I came. I have never been so embarrassed in my life. The thought of all the things she had shared with me and the trust and confidence she had placed in me made my heart burst. And with my heart, my dick followed. She swallowed my cum and brought her lips to mine. We shared my taste and her tongue woke my own with some playful teasing. "Ready for breakfast" I stammered. "Lunch more like it" she replied. So we compromised and had brunch sent up to the room. "So how do you feel this morning" I asked. She looked at me as if I couldn't possibly be that stupid. "Well, if you haven't figured that out yet, I'll give you another clue after we eat". "How about you" she came back with the same question. "I.." "I will be honest and admit I am not sure how I am feeling, but with a bit of work, I'm sure it will come to me" And then laughed at the unintended pun. We showered separately so we would be ready when food arrived. As it was, it was hard for me to watch her and not be with her every second. I could tell that this was a woman I could fall really hard for. I could also tell this was a woman with very many problems she needed to work through. Brunch was brought in and we filled our meal with small talk. "Would you like to go out and get a breath of fresh air", I asked after we were both finishing off our second cup of coffee. Coffee keeps the accounting profession running. If the worlds supply of coffee ever ran out, the accounting profession would be the first casualty. "If you don't mind" Amy replied "I would really like to stay in and relax. I understood. Having bared part of her soul to me, she wanted to find out how I felt, how I was dealing with it. All in privacy without having to share it or me with the rest of the world just now. We kept the cups and the coffee pot. I wheeled the cart outside the door and hung up the Do Not Disturb sign on the door handle. I joined Amy on the sofa and, sipping my coffee, enjoyed staring lazily into her eyes. As our gaze parted, I glanced down at her feet. "Do you know I find your emerald green toe nail polish very exciting" I asked. "Well, I had noticed you staring at my feet – I thought you were upset by the shape of my big toe." Come to think of it, her big toe was a little, well I guess you would say - bent. "Has it always been like that" I asked. As I looked up into her eyes, I could tell another story was coming on. My body language must have expressed this because Amy quickly told me it "wasn't a long story". I set my cup down, moved forward and held her in my arms. "Go ahead and take your time", I said. "After my uncle had been arrested for molesting me, I was at home in my room studying. My father came home form work early. He had obviously been told what had happened and stormed up into my room. As he demanded to know why I was spreading these hateful lies about his brother, he looked into my eyes. I think he knew right then and there I was telling the truth. But he just couldn't accept it. So he slapped me and turned to walk out of the room. I followed him, calling him a bastard and any other hateful word I could think of. He turned again as he was walking out my door and told me to stay in my room. Then he slammed the door. Unfortunately, my foot was in the way and the door broke my big toe. To this day I have never had the bone set – and I have not spoken to my father since. I hugged her as quiet filled the room. Neither one of us had anything to say. But after a while, I noticed a single tear on her cheek. I kissed it off of her and my lips followed the curve of her cheek to her lips. There was passion in that kiss. Intense, extreme passion. It was like a light had been turned on. Amy's tongue and mine were writhing like snakes, her mouth sucking on mine like she was trying to stop from drowning. I moved my arms under her, lifted her form the sofa and took her to the bed. Laying her on the shiny satin sheets, I undid the warm belt of her robe and she slid it off her back and threw it on the floor. There was little thought by either of this of Was this right or Was this wrong. It just Was. Our tongues collided in wrestling match that would have made Hulk Hogan proud. There was no finesse, no calm certainty. There was only a deep, primal desire to connect by both of us. I found her soaking and touched her with my finger. She shoved me on top of her, spread her legs and would have forced me in had I not already been after the same goal. The only moment of sanity was a tiny pause as my tip touched her bare skin. Electricity sparked and I plunged deep inside her. Amy's legs wrapped around my waist and as I tried to pull back to begin in earnest, she squeezed tightly – not letting me move. "Let me feel you there. Let me hold this moment forever" I could feel her squeezing me, holding me in place. A trembling began to build within her. Stronger and stronger they became until she couldn't hold back any longer. Suddenly, she began to move her hips, almost throwing me off her. Our kiss never broke as we moved together, Amy wrapped up in her impending orgasm and me riding a wild ride of emotion and raw feelings. Together, we quickly reached a peak that, try as we might for the next three days, we never reached again. Just as quickly as it started, it ended. I held her crying in my arms. The tears were for us. I hoped they were tears of happiness and not regret. "I want to get to know you better" Amy said as she finally came back to awareness of us. "I want to explore every part of you. To take the time to see how life would be with you." I had never experienced such a raw meeting of two people and could barely reply with a nod. "I don't even pretend to know what just happened", I said with the worlds greatest understatement "but it is definitely not something I want to ignore."