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Island Of Desire Ch. 01

By: GRGrayson



Here is something I wrote whilst recovering from recent surgery. I hope you like it!



Greg twisted his solid six foot frame in his airline seat, putting his feet in the aisle to allow the grey haired lady, to whom he'd given his allocated window seat, to take her fourth trip to the restroom in three hours. Each time, she had managed to trample on his feet and smack him in the face with her handbag. He was thankful that Nandi Airport was only another hour away, as he wasn't sure how many more times he could deal with her clumsy exploits before snapping into a fit of anger. He had happily taken the aisle seat when she had asked as the aisle seat usually offered more room and freedom. 

The plan had been to catch some shut-eye on the flight; instead, he had been constantly disturbed by the old lady and the thunderous snoring of the man sitting in the seat in front of him. It seemed that whenever there was a lull in his snorting pig like sound, allowing Greg to doze off, the grey haired lady suffered from loss of bladder control and made a beeline for the toilet. This wasn't how he imagined the whole holiday escapade thing would be had when he typed in his credit card number on the airline web site. He dearly hoped these annoyances were not a sign of things to come. For Greg this Fijian holiday was more than escape from a busy a life, but an opportunity to heal his body and life.

As the plane winged its way closer to its destination in Fiji, Greg felt the weight of the world lift a little from his shoulders. He was glad to be free of the grind and long hours of the restaurant he managed in Melbourne. A pang of anticipation stirred within him. He was hopeful the holiday would be full of more than just catching some rays on the beach. 

Waiting for the grey granny to return to her seat, thoughts of the last two years of his life filled his mind. The emotional turmoil he experienced about his looming marriage to the girl next door. The visits to the psychiatrist as he tried to reconcile the whole mess and the subsequent overdose of prescribed drugs which caused him to collapse. He had awoken in the hospital the next day, his voice husky from the tube inserted to pump his stomach; his life collapsing in a storm of acrimony and shame, as his parents had declared his engagement over. 

His best friend Dave offered a room in his home and so Greg had moved to live in Mornington, a jewel on the Victorian coast, about eighty kilometres away from his parent's Melbourne home. 

Taking some time off work, Greg had gone on a camping tour to central Australia to try and re-build his broken life. It proved to be a great escape from the cancellation of his wedding and turmoil of home. He enjoyed visiting Ayers Rock, Alice Springs and the Flinders Ranges. He met an attractive young Englishwoman on tour and a brief tryst ensued, but the demons of the broken engagement raised their ugly head and in an unusual display of assertiveness, Greg had told her to return home to England. He experienced wild feelings of anguish and depression, her tear ridden departure causing Greg to be racked by guilt.

The collapse of his life was complete when the job at the travel company came to end, agreeing with his boss that he should move on. He felt so desolate that he had wondered whether he would ever be able to pick up the pieces.

When it appeared nothing would go right for him, the job at the restaurant magically appeared. His Mum spotted an advertisement in a newspaper. It asked for Hospitality graduates like Greg. The interview went brilliantly and before Greg knew it he was working for a big restaurant chain and thriving. 

He progressed quickly, moving from trainee manager to assistant manager, then finally to restaurant manager, albeit at the smallest restaurant in the chain. This did not matter to Greg. He was the master of his own kingdom and he enjoyed the challenges and rewards this brought. He loved working with food and people. His self-confidence began to grow, improving his life as the hurt and anger from the past dwindled. He threw himself into his new career, showing himself to be someone with potential.

Twelve months on he had been promoted to Training Manager running the company's busy training store, where new managers came to learn the ropes. The long hours and stress of running a flagship store gradually wore on his body, causing the enjoyment of the job to gradually seep away. It became obvious that it was time for him to take a break. The State Manager agreed and so Greg spent a night surfing the internet and the trip was booked.

As Nandi drew closer he felt the stress begin to seep from his body and pushed the pain of the past from his mind.. This was assisted by numerous free drinks, brought to him regularly by a very cute flight attendant. Her blonde hair was scooped up in a bun, her elegant and curvaceous figure highlighted by her uniform's tight black knee high skirt and figure hugging blouse. Her name tag said "Roxanne".

Each time she poured the coke into the bourbon in his glass, she leant over, allowing Greg a peak of her beautiful pert breasts peeking through a gap in the blouse created by the two top buttons being strategically undone. Then as she returned to the galley Greg had the pleasure of watching her very tight arse wiggle down the aisle, causing his penis to become fully erect, creating a large bulge in his trousers.

"So hot!" Greg exclaimed to himself. 

He imagined the gorgeous blonde flight attendant delicately flicking his cock with her tongue, tracing all the ridges and bumps in his dick, before absorbing its whole length in her mouth. He dreamt of kissing her passionately before sucking her sweet erect nipples and caressing the folds of her womanhood with his tongue, enjoying her sweet taste. He imagined her moans of pleasure filling the air. Entering her as she lay prone on a couch, his thick cock filling her completely. Lifting her, she wraps her arms and legs tightly around him. He sat on the couch, with the sexy flight attendant on his dick. Slowly she moved on him like a slow dancer. She bruised his lips with an urgent kiss. He fondled her amazing breasts as her motion on his cock accelerated. Squeals of delight escaped from her lips. He shifted his hands to her buttocks, squeezing them firmly as she drove her hips, the seeds of orgasm beginning to burst. With intense desire, the flight attendant thrusting her pussy up and down the full length of his hard dick.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried as her body shook as she climaxed with intensity. 

"Fuck!" he exclaimed mouth as he came inside her.

"Excuse me. Excuse me! Excuse me!"

Greg was suddenly returned to reality, as the little old lady returned to squeeze past him again hitting him in the face with her hand bag. It was all he could do to stifle a stream of expletives. He sat in his seat enjoying the afterglow of his fantasy but a little seed of doubt crept into his mind. His life had been devoid of liaisons with women for nearly two years and he wondered if he'd remember what to do if the opportunity arose. 

The plane soon landed. The little old lady was the first to jump from her seat as the seat belt sign extinguished, again trampling over Greg as she fought to be the first to retrieve her luggage from the overhead locker. He was in no hurry and waited until the plane was largely empty before he removed his hand luggage from the locker and made his way down the steps to the tarmac. To his delight, the cute flight attendant was standing there saying goodbye to passengers. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, she looked at him directly with deep azure eyes.

"Goodbye. I hope you had a good flight." she glowed.

"I certainly did, thank you. You've been wonderful." he told her, feeling a small charge of electricity tingle between them. He wondered what she would have thought of the wild daydream he just had about her.

"Anytime! Have a great holiday."

"Thank you. I will!"

Greg resisted the temptation to kiss her on the cheek and walked to the entrance of the airport terminal with the feeling that her eyes followed him all the way. Inside he passed through customs after collecting his bags. He walked from the airport feeling the comforting warmth of the tropics on his face. Good feelings welled up inside of him. He boarded the coach that would take him and six other passengers the one hundred kilometres to his resort, where he was to spend the next ten days enjoying the delights of Fiji, settling into his seat for the ninety minute trip.

Island Of Desire Ch. 02-03



Chapter 2

Greg stepped from the bus after arriving at the Nirooma Resort. He was a little worse for wear after enduring a battering from the potholed Fijian roads for an hour and a half. The hotel porters whisked the bags into the foyer and two beautiful Fijian women offered the new arrivals tropical cocktails festooned with beautiful flowers. Greg took a sip and enjoyed its sweet taste followed by a serious kick of rum.

Getting into the tropical mood, he smiled at the lady behind the check-in counter as she gave him his key and introduced him to a burly Fijian porter who was to show him to his room.

Nirooma Resort was a medium-sized resort that nestled in an ocean cove on the Coral Coast on the west coast of the largest Fijian island, Viti Levu. It wasn't the biggest or the newest resort, but Greg had chosen it because the web page looked great. A small map showing an excellent location and there were lots of bright photos showing a sandy lagoon beach and a large circular swimming pool. The resort also had a number of bures, Fijian huts, which really appealed to Greg.

Reaching the bure, the porter opened the door and stood back to allow Greg to enter first. Inside it was spacious and roomy with exposed wooden beams and thatched walls. A large king-sized bed took centre place. On the other side of the room was a round wooden table which sat four, with a comfy sofa sat at the end of the room next to a sliding door which led to a grassy patch trimming the sandy beach of the deep blue lagoon.

Greg took a deep breath as he took in the idyllic backdrop. He pulled his wallet from his pocket and peeled off five American one dollar notes from a large bundle, and gave them to the porter, who left with a goodbye and a smile.

He flopped backwards on the bed and soaked in the moment. Eventually he got off the bed and stripped off the jeans and T-shirt he had worn for the trip and headed to the bathroom for a shower. In the bathroom there was a large freestanding bath, but Greg wasn't a bathing kind of guy unless he was sharing with a lady friend. 

Emerging from the shower he donned some khaki shorts, a grey T-shirt and leather sandals and headed out to explore the resort. It was about 5pm and Greg enjoyed the sea breeze that was tempering the warm tropical air as he headed down the bure steps onto the beach. 

Keeping an easy pace he took a tour of the resort discovering its fleet of catamarans and sea kayaks. He also found "The Ship Wreck Bar", an obvious late night haunt and a brilliant little golf course. During his walk he noticed a large number of couples enjoying the beautiful gardens, their starry gazes into each others eyes, a sure telltale that they were on their honeymoon.

In the main resort building he spotted a little bar tucked away to the side of the main entrance which was humming with holiday makers enjoying a pre-dinner drink. He ordered a local beer from a large smiling Fijian. Waiting for his drink, he checked out the people gathered in the bar. In the far corner was a table of retirees, the ladies with flower-festooned cocktails in coconuts whilst the men were sticking to their Australian-made chilled beers with frothy heads. A number of the tables were taken by honeymooners making lover-dovey eyes at each other, whilst other tables were occupied by couples enjoying a quiet time. As Greg's eyes moved down the end of the bar he noticed a striking young woman perched on a bar stool, nursing a regulation cocktail.

Dressed in a tight-fitting white dress that was belted by a red strip of leather, the full length of her shapely tanned legs were exposed by the dress's short hemline. Her red shoes with towering heels were hooked on the rung of the stool to hold herself steady. Her soft brown hair brushed her shoulders. Bright red lipstick highlighted her full lips and Greg could not help notice the neat, full bulge that her fulsome breasts formed. 

His beer arrived and he took a long slurp of the refreshing beverage as he admired the gorgeous young woman. Greg was immediately attracted and lustful feelings began to rise within him. He knew he should go and say hello, but try as he may, Greg was frozen to the spot by a wave of fear and insecurity. The emotional battering of the past rearing its ugly head. Instead he shrunk into the corner of the bar, slowly and quietly sipping his beer. Frustrated by his inability to talk to the beautiful woman before he slunk into the nearby restaurant for dinner, alone.



Chapter 3

Christelle carefully examined herself in the full-length mirror in the wardrobe door of her very comfy bure. The tight-fitting dress, with short sleeves and orange segment-shaped cut-outs revealed her tanned shoulders, emphasised her curvaceous breasts. The thigh-high hemline barely covered her tight butt and showed her long slender legs. She chose her favourite killer red heels to match her shoe string red belt. She felt sexy and the overall effect was highly provocative. Finally she carefully examined her makeup, ensuring it was perfect. 

"Let's go have some fun!" she said out loud heading for the door. She skilfully navigated the path her way to the bar that she had spotted on her arrival and was able to find a free stool at the bar and took some time to peruse a drink list full of exotic sounding cocktails.

The resort staff had been very efficient and within fifteen minutes she was naked in the shower of a beautiful bure. After drying herself she pulled back the stiff white sheets on the king-sized bed and slid her tired body under the sheets. Exhausted from the events of recent weeks, she was soon asleep, thankful that she had found refuge from the hell that her life had become.

It had been a very quick decision to come to Fiji. Her wedding was six weeks away, but her mind was full of confusion. It was meant to be a happy time to bring to fruition all the wedding plans that she had put in place the previous twelve months. The final dress and suit fittings, collecting the wedding cake, doing the place settings and having a hen's party. It was all meant to fun, but instead she found herself in a maelstrom of negative emotion and fear. Was Peter the right man? Did he truly love her? Was she making a big mistake? These thoughts and worries had increasingly dogged her and now she wasn't sure she wanted to get married at all.

Her fiancé, Peter, was a handsome hunk of man, who spent a lot of time honing the muscles on his buff body. He owned his own gym and so he had plenty of time to do so. Christelle was physically attracted to Peter. She was often overwhelmed by the masculinity and strength of his powerful body. Sex was often forceful and intense. He would lift he like a twig, holding her in precarious positions as he pounded her with his long thick dick. It was vigorous and exhilarating, but there was little love and tenderness. It was all lust and basic instinct and Christelle had wondered if this was enough to sustain a marriage in the long term.

Peter had also been keen to experiment, convincing Christelle that she should "share" him with her best friend Amanda, with whom he was frequently flirtatious. She had overlooked their playful banter and was a little surprised to one day find herself licking her fiancés cock whilst her best friend cavorted wildly sitting on Peter's face. He had then insisted they take turns turns to ride him before he came on their breasts as they knelt in front of him.

Christelle feared Peter would continue to insist on such dalliances after they were married. This added to the stress and confusion she felt. Peter offered fun, excitement and prosperity, money flowing easily from his highly successful gym. But was he truly committed? This weighed heavily on her mind.

She had tried to sort out her true feelings. She attempted to talk to her Mum, but found it difficult as her Mum could only see good in Peter and she certainly couldn't confide in Amanda, who had been a willing participant. Eventually she turned to her Father who had often been her rock. He sensed her confusion and anguish and suggested that she get away for a few days. And so Christelle had searched the web, deciding that Fiji was far enough away to get away from her day to day life to allow her to sort out what it was she wanted in her life. 

She sat on a stool sipping her sweet but punchy Mai Tai, Christelle felt refreshed and relaxed after sleeping for much of the day. The dark cloud of confusion had lifted a little and a feeling of happiness and optimism replaced it.

"Time for a little fun and adventure!" she said to herself as she observed he hum that buzzed through the now busy bar. Even though the bar was mostly filled with couples, she might meet a nice man with whom to have some fun. 

Christelle sipped at her second Mai Tai. She he had enjoyed almost half when a tall muscular and tanned man, who was probably in his late twenties entered the bar. Confidently he strode to the vacant space at the bar next to where Christelle was perched. Waiting for the barman to serve him, he turned to Christelle with a broad confident smile.

"Hi," he greeted. His tall frame was decked in navy blue shorts with a white singlet that perfectly displayed his chiselled physique. His hair was short and cropped around his handsome face.

"Hi," replied Christelle.

"I'm Sebastian, but my friends call me Seb," he explained. "When did you get here?"

"I'm Christelle. My friends call me Christie," she returned. "I got in this morning."

"Great. Pretty name."

"Why, thank you."

"Can you excuse me for a moment?" he asked as the barman came to take his order for a Fijian Premium Beer.

Turning back, he said, "I've been here for a couple of days. How are you finding it?"

And so started a chatty banter, Christelle enjoying the attention from this good-looking man. They continued over dinner Christelle's troubles evaporating in the excitement of a flirtatious rendezvous. She hadn't come to Fiji deliberately looking for a sexual connection as she enjoyed the harmless teasing, but if led to more than that she might enjoy her last fling free from the commitment of marriage.

After dinner Seb escorted her to the "Ship Wreck Bar" where they took a comfy couch in the corner. The little bar began to fill with holiday makers looking for a good time and the DJ began to warm the place up with some retro music. 

Christelle was bubbling after a number of drinks. Seb teased and joked with her as the chemistry began to build. She nestled into the comfort of his strong arms, feeling safe and relaxed. He leant down and kissed her lips sensuously. Christelle responded to his supple lips, kissing him back with passion, delicately sliding her tongue inside Seb's mouth. For a while their tongues danced with pleasure and Seb began to search out Christelle's breasts through her dress with his large strong hands.

"Do you want to come back to my room?" he whispered in her ear.

Any inhibition or resistance that Christelle might have felt was numbed by the alcohol. Her engagement seeming to be in another life, left behind when she stepped on the aircraft.

"Why not?" she whispered back.

Walking through the gardens, Christelle leant on his broad shoulder. The combination of her towering heels and the numerous cocktails made her unsteady on her feet. Reaching Seb's room in the large accommodation block, he asked for Christelle to wait outside for a moment so could clean up a little. He told her he was embarrassed by the state he had left the room. A couple of minutes later he ushered her into the room which was more like a regulation hotel room than the comfy bure where Christelle was residing.

Seb glided her inside and standing next to the bed, wrapped her in his arms. He drew her up to him and powerfully kissed her eager lips. Christelle moulded into his arms as Seb's hand again began to search her shapely breast through her dress. Desire surging through his veins.

"Will you suck my dick?" Seb asked provocatively.

"Of course," she answered with a smile. "It would be my pleasure."

She loosened the grip of Seb's powerful arms around her and slowly knelt on the floor. Reaching up she loosened the belt and fastenings on Seb's shorts, causing them to fall to the floor. Grabbing the elastic band of his Ralph Lauren underpants she pulled them to floor, causing his thick, erect penis to spring free. Delicately, she grasped the impressive tool at the base, leaning forward to enclose its swollen tip with her lips.

For Larisa it had been a long but worthwhile day. The knitting mills that she had visited were full of exciting and vibrant fabrics that would make fabulous garments for her Sydney boutique. She regretted that she had to take a day out from her honeymoon, but the opportunity was too good to pass up and Sebastian had been such a darling about it. Walking along the path that meandered through the tall palm trees towards their, she thought of how she would pleasure every centimetre of Seb's beautiful body, before arousing his delicious cock to sweet orgasm. 

The thoughts of what she was about to do to Sebastian brought a smile to her face as she slid her door key in the lock.

"Hi, honey. I'm back," called a cheerful female voice.

The door suddenly opened. Christelle stared at the tall dark woman who waltzed through the door. 

"What the fuck!" she exclaimed.

The tall woman screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Who the hell are you?" she demanded. She possessed a lean and lithe model-like figure, which was adorned by mustard colour European-style shorts with a white monogrammed tank top.

"What's going on, Sebastian?" she demanded with ferocity.

"Ah..Ah..Ah." stammered Sebastian, his previous eloquence seemed to have abandoned him.

"We're married for a week and I go away for one day! One fucking day! And you're trying to get your dick into some slut!"

"It's not what it seems, Larissa. Please, please! Let me explain?"

"Explain! Bullshit! You're just a fucking liar!"

Christelle's mind spun with confusion.

"You're married?" she asked vaguely, her mind still fogged by alcohol.

"Of course he is!" spat Larissa. 

"You're fucking married!" The gravity of the situation now dawned on Christelle. "You fucking prick!"

She rose from the floor, grabbed her bag and bolted for the door, tears streaming from her eyes. Heels in hand, she ran through the gardens towards the safety of her bure, overwhelmed with disbelief that the handsome man who had seduced her was on his honeymoon!



Island Of Desire Ch. 04-06



Here is more story telling for the next three chapters. It seemed I've gotten carried away a littler. You should treat it like foreplay prior to good sex. If you're not that patient and you just like to get down and dirty maybe you should fast forward to Chapter 7 where it becomes fast and furious. I hope you enjoy it.

Gray

Chapter 4

After a delicious breakfast Greg made his way to the archery ground near his bure, having enjoyed a restful nights sleep. The resort daily newsletter slid under his door advertised archery as the morning activity for guests. Greg had tried and enjoyed archery a couple of times previously and mingled with the ten other eager guests who were ready to have a go. In the following three hours they had a great time trying to score bull eyes. At the end of the session there was an informal competition which came down to Greg versus George, a spritely retiree. George proved to be remarkably accurate, narrowly beating Greg by three points to win the wager of a beer at lunch time.

Smiles on their faces, they all retired to the barbecue area for lunch, after a great morning of fun and laughs. Greg quickly paid his debt to George, sharing a well earned Fiji Bitter. They stood at the bar exchanging stories and quickly became good mates. As they joked and laughed George's wife Muriel came up to them with a concerned look on her face.

"Greg, you seem a nice kind of guy."

"Thanks Muriel, I try."

"When I was visiting the "Ladies" I found a lovely young woman who was crying. She's most distressed and here by herself but she's had a terrible experience last night. Do think you might be able to look after her a little bit."

Looking after someone wasn't really what Greg had in mind when he came to Fiji, but before he knew it, his kind heart was putting words in his mouth.

"Of course I'd be happy to help out."

"Great!" enthused Muriel. "Just give me a minute."

Muriel strolled off towards the resort central building. A couple of minutes later she was back, this time walking by her side was the stunning young woman that Greg had admired in the bar the previous night. Muriel ushered her up to the bar where George and Greg were finishing off the last of their beers.

"Christelle, this is my husband George and this is Greg. Greg and George this is Christelle."

"Hi," she stammered. "You can call me Christie."

"Hi." greeted George and Greg in unison.

"I understand you've had a rough time?" began George.

"You could say that," replied Christelle.

"Why don't you join us for lunch. It'll give Greg and yourself time to get to know each other and maybe you can restart your holiday on a better note."

"Okay," agreed Christelle hesitantly.

"Sounds good to me," agreed Greg.

"Let's eat!" pronounced George enthusiastically.

It wasn't long before they hoeing into plates full of delicious barbecued prawns, crabs and fish. George asked Christelle if she'd like a drink as he was going to the bar to buy Greg and himself another beer a.

"I'd love a glass of wine." she replied. George was soon back with glasses of cold white wine for Christelle, and an amazing looking "Fiji Passion" cocktail for Muriel and of course the beer for he and Greg.

They all chatted easily as they munched their way through the delicious lunch. Christelle began to relax noticeably as she enjoyed George and Greg's friendly banter which brought much laughter to the table. They sat there for a while after finishing their meals, enjoying the warm sun and friendly company before George and Muriel took their leave to go a tour of one a local village. Greg and Christelle made plans of their own, agreeing to meet at the pool in half an hour.

Greg arrived at the pool a little early and found two sun lounges that were next to each and shared a large sun umbrella. He'd brought a couple of beach towels from the bure and put a towel on each lounge to reserve them for the afternoon. He stripped off a red T-shirt that he wore over his board shorts, which had a blue and green marine pattern detailed on them. As he applied sunscreen to his body, he smiled at the sequence of events that had brought him to meet the stunning woman from the bar the previous night. It felt like the hand of fate was at work. At that moment he noticed a number of men on the side of the pool turn their heads as if on a swivel, some attempting to be discrete, to avoid the attention of their partners. The object of their gaze was a lilting shapely on the other side of the pool. Greg turned to see Christelle sashaying along the path to the pool. Her light brown hair bouncing lightly on her shoulder, she wore large Prada sunglasses and embroidered fuchsia pink bikini top that accentuated her ample bust. A sea blue wrap was tied around her waist, her lithesome legs peeping through a gap in the wrap. She wore slip on heeled sandals and carried a large multi-coloured bag over her shoulder.

Greg waved his hand. Seeing him, Christelle smiled and walked towards him, heads continuing to turn to catch a glimpse of the beautiful woman.

"Hi!" she called brightly as she approached Greg, who was stretched out on one of the sun lounge. "It's a beautiful afternoon."

"It is!" agreed Greg. "I've managed to save us a couple of lounges."

"Fantastic," she replied dropping her large bag onto the sun lounge before undoing the silky blue wrap, to reveal her matching bikini bottoms.

"You look great," he complimented.

"Why thank you! Would you be a honey and do my back," she asked pulling a bottle of sunscreen from her bag. She turned her back towards him Greg tentatively smoothed the thick lotion on her silky back.

"You can relax!" she laughed sensing his nervousness. "I won't bite. Let me undo the bra strap to make it easier."

Greg almost lost the plot, becoming more uptight than ever.

"Done!" he said after completing the thoroughly enjoyable task.

"Thanks!" she quipped with a happy spring in her voice. "Think I'll just lie down and have a bit of a snooze."

After applying lotion to the remainder of her body, she made herself comfortable lying face down.

"That sounds like a plan. I'm going to read for a while," he said, holding up the latest John Grisham novel.

After about an hour of reading Greg was feeling the heat and decided to take a dip. Christelle seemed to be in a deep sleep so he decided to leave he in peace. Standing, he put his book down and walked the 3 metres to the edge of the pool and dived in, enjoying the coolness of the water on his skin.

The pool was large and circular in shape with a small island in the centre. An in-pool bar nestled on the edge of the island, a bridge over the water allowing staff access. Greg put his head down and swam a few energetic strokes of freestyle before rolling over to float on his back. This allowed him to see Christelle diving in after him. He could see her slim body move like a ghost under the water before she burst through the surface with a splash.

"Hey!" she exclaimed. "I thought you were leaving me behind."

"You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to disturb you."

"I was having a lovely snooze, but it is beautiful in."

"It is! Do you want to swim over to the bar and I'll buy you a cocktail."

"I'll buy," she asserted. "You've been so good to me, its the least I can do."

They splashed over to the bar and took a seat. Greg ordered one of his favourites, a "Pina Colada". Christelle ordered something called "Sex On The Beach".

"I always enjoy sex on beach!" she laughed.

"Do you just?" Greg asked quizzically.

"Of course. Don't you?" she asked cheekily.

Thus began a lively and fun conversation as the drinks had their relaxing effect. Christelle revealed she worked for store that sold opals and lived in the Melbourne Bohemian suburb of Elwood with her fiancee. Greg responded by telling her about his work at the restaurant and that he lived by himself in a unit in Ivanhoe.

They ordered a second cocktail, Greg another "Pina Colada" and Christelle deciding to experiment with a cocktail called a "Red Hot Lover". An exotic looking drink made with vodka and peach Schnapps.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" asked Greg as Christelle took her first sip.

"What would that be?" she giggled, as they continued to reveal their lives to each other.

"I don't know. You tell me!"

Steadily the trust and understanding grew until Christelle felt brave enough to tell Greg about her impending marriage and how confused she was, this leading to her decision to escape to Fiji for a few days. Hearing Christelle's story, Greg exposed his own wedding demons, which stunned Christelle The synchronicity of their meeting was not lost on either of them.

Enjoying each others company, they finished their cocktails and swam back to the side of the pool where their sun lounges were located. Climbing out of the pool, they grabbed their towels and dried themselves off.

"I've had a lovely afternoon." admitted Christelle.

"That's great Christie. So have I. I'm glad you've had a better day."

"I have you to thank. Can I join you for dinner tonight?"

"Sure! There's a pig in a pit tonight which I was planning to go to. Do you want to do that?"

"I'd love to."

On the way back to their rooms they stopped at the concierge's desk and agreed on a bus trip to the Fijian capital, Suva, the next day. They then went their separate ways, confirming they would meet at to meet for dinner at six thirty.

Chapter 6

Greg and Christelle met George and Muriel the at the pit roasted pig dinner and were glad to hear that they were getting along nicely and enjoying themselves. They all shared the delicious roasted pork which was served with delicious vegetables and salad.

Stomachs full and feeling relaxed after a couple of drinks, they watched men from a local village dressed in colourful national costume dance to the rhythm of drums played by three men sitting at the side of dance ground. After the crowd had applauded the men, a local choir sang melodiously and joyously. George, Muriel and Christelle thought it was beautiful. Greg was just plain bored.

This marked the beginning of some happy and fun filled days during which Greg and Christelle spent all of their waking hours together but slept in apart in their bures. They enjoyed the whole gamut of tourist experiences. A day trip to Suva for a tour of the Fijian capital, shopping and a great lunch. A day in the sun by the pool at the super deluxe Regent Resort located in the next bay. Catamaran sailing in the blue waters in the front of the resort , Greg demonstrating his sailing skills he had gained over a number of seasons competition. This was followed by swimming and sun baking on a private sandbar, Christelle decided the seclusion of the sandbar was a great opportunity to dispense with her bikini top and gain a more even tan, much to Greg's delight and soaring desire. That night after dinner they headed for the Shipwrecked Bar, Christelle's delightful naked breasts on the beach still filling his mind.

Finding a couch in the corner they drank shots together, Greg enjoying the feel of Christelle's firm body nestling against his shoulder, neither of them saying much as they savoured the connection they felt. A DJ was filling the room with retro eighties music for which they broke their embrace on a couple of occasions to dance, Christelle keeping her body close to his. As the music ended the barman hinted that closing was imminent, by banging crashing racks of glasses. They finished their last shot schnapps and headed for Greg's bure arm in arm.

Once inside the comfortable bure Greg rustled around for a bottle of duty free bourbon he had bought whilst Christelle settled on the bures long couch, he poured generous amounts of the bourbon into tumblers over ice.

He passed Christelle her drink and picked up his own.

"Happy holidays!" he proposed and they clinked glasses.

"Happy holidays!" repeated Christelle as they both took a large slurp of the golden liquid. He put his arm around her shoulder and she again nestled into the security of his strong arms.

"You know I like you." she began.

"YesI know."

"I really do," she repeated wanting to convince him.

"I know you like me, but its the big problem of my life. Women like me, but they don't want me. I get 'You're so nice!' and then they go fuck some bad dude who treats them like shit."

Christelle laughed. "Is that what happens?"

"Yep. Don't you think that maybe why you feel so much confused about getting married. Maybe Paul doesn't always treat you well?"

"Maybe. You know if things had happened a little differently." she began as she stood from the couch and placed her drink on the floor before facing Greg as he sat on the couch.

"I would've loved to make love you." she offered in a half whispered voice as she pulled the hem of her dress upwards so that she could kneel with a knee on each side of his legs. Slowly she lowered her hips onto Greg's crotch and began a slow grind, swivelling her hips back and forth.

Greg's cock almost exploded out of his underpants, becoming fully erect. He was frozen to the spot, not knowing what to do.

"I really appreciate what you've done for me the last couple of days, but I think sex would just confuse me even more right now." she told him honestly as she slowed her gyrations to a stop.

"I understand. " he replied, not really wanting to understand. All he really wanted was sex with this beautiful. But the curse of niceness blocked him acting out his desire, again denying him intimacy with a beautiful woman.

"I think it would be a good time for me to go. You know it's my last day tomorrow."

"I know," he replied mournfully. "Do you want me to walk you to your room?"

"No. I'm sure I'll be fine."

To Greg's disappointment she climbed from his lap and slipped on her shoes and gave him a kiss on the cheek as he stood to open the door.

"See you in the morning!" she quipped slipping out the door and into the tropical gardens.

Feeling more than a little frustrated, Greg flopped onto the couch and drank the remnants of their drinks before pouring himself a couple more before flopping into bed, the booze ensuring he was soon asleep.



Island Of Desire Ch. 07



No more story telling! I promise. Things now get hot and heavy. Foreplay is over! I hope you enjoy it!

Gray

*

On her last day in Fiji Christelle decided to have a pig out breakfast of pancakes with wild berries and cream. Greg joined in with a monster plate of eggs and bacon. By ten o'clock they were lying on sun lounges by the pool planning to spend the day sun baking and swimming.

They enjoyed a beautiful lazy day of long naps which were intermittently interrupted by cocktails, a lunch of fresh fruit, long naps and cool dips where she held onto Greg, her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist, eliciting a firm erection from Greg's dick. She laughed as he stood in the water after she had emerged from the water, waiting for is embarrassing condition to subside.

On the day they had shared at the Regent they spotted a swish looking restaurant and decided this would be the perfect place to share their last night in Fiji together. So at five o'clock she told Greg she was going to be ready to meet him at seven.

"You need two hours to get ready?" he queried.

"You want me to look my best?"

"Of course!" he laughed. "Okay. I'll see you at seven."

Christelle hurried off to her bure and Greg spent the next hour splashing in the pool before he too went to his room to freshen up.

He arrived at the foyer at two minutes to seven wearing khaki shorts and floral shirt. Five minutes later Christelle arrived looking gorgeous in a white button up tank top with a deep neckline framing her delightful cleavage and a matching figure hugging thigh length skirt, red sparkly sky high heels and matching clutch bag.

"You look amazing." sighed Greg.

"See it was worth the wait," she quipped as she leant over to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek, causing Greg's face to flush red.

Their taxi soon arrived and Greg opened the door for Christelle, closing it behind her, before walking around the other side and getting in. She sat up close to him which he liked very much and they set off to bounce the fifteen minute journey to the Regent Resort. Once they arrived they made for the cocktail bar at the front of the Sea Vista Restaurant and sat up on the high stools that fronted the bar. The barman who greeted them with a smile was wearing a traditional Sulu.

"What would you like?" asked Greg as Christelle hunted through the cocktail list.

"Ummm.....I think I'm....going.. to have..a .................Porn Star Martini........please!"

"You're going to have a Porn Star," Greg laughed. "No......That didn't come out right, did it?"

"I've always wanted a porn star," she replied with a mischievous grin. "Haven't you?"

"It would be interesting! I'm going to have 'Slow Screw Up Against A Wall'. " Greg announced as he struggled to subdue a fit of laughter.

"Sounds good!" she said looking him directly in the eyes. Greg didn't know how to take this as she flashed him a cheeky grin.

The drinks arrived and Greg felt great as he enjoyed the company of this beautiful woman. They chatted happily as they dissected the last few days and Greg teased Christelle about being a "World Champion Shopper".

"And your problem is?" she retorted. "That's what us girls do!"

As they neared the end of their drinks, the restaurant Maitre De came and asked if they would like to be shown to their table. Swallowing the last mouthful of their drinks they followed the dinner suited man into the dining room and he seated them at table for two in a quiet part of the restaurant.

"Does he think we're honeymooners?" asked Christelle.

"Probably." replied Greg, as they laughed together.

The sommelier came and gave Greg the wine list and he was soon followed by their waiter with their menu.

"Let's live it up tonight. French champagne to start with?"

"Fantastic!" she replied.

They both felt like royalty sipping their champagne as they perused the menu. When the waiter returned to take their order, it was Oysters Natural and Lobster Thermidor for her and Oysters Kilpatrick and the Deluxe Seafood Platter for him. Greg ordered his favourite Australian Chardonnay and they settled in for a beautiful night.

Christelle ate her lobster clean and Greg manfully finished his enormous seafood platter of prawns, clams, scallops, fish, lobster and crab, complimented by an enormous bowl of fries which Christelle shared.

"That was great!" commented Greg as the waiter cleared their plates.

"Yes. Beautiful," agreed Christelle.

They sat enjoying the last of their wine when the waiter returned to ask if they would like dessert.

"Of course," quipped Christelle. "It's not a meal without dessert!"

They both took menus and ordered liqueurs. Cognac for her and Grand Marnier for him. When they arrived they ordered chocolate souffle and coffee.

"You know I can't thank you enough for the way you've taken care of me. You are the perfect gentleman."

"It's been a pleasure." he answered, which was the truth, but he hated being called being a gentleman.

"Nobody's gotten laid being a gentleman," he thought to himself, but it had been a pleasure and he was prepared for it be this way.

The souffle was magnificent and they ordered another round of liqueurs to go with their coffee. There wasn't much conversation, both enjoying the moment and each other. Too soon the bill came and Greg dropped his Amex on top.

"You're not to pay for all of this," she chided

"Don't worry. It's fine."

"No. I insist," she said as she pull some notes from her purse and dropped $300 US on the plate.

"Fifty fifty. Okay?"

"Fifty fifty."

Once they received their receipt, Greg stood and pulled out Christelle's chair for her and then arm in arm they walked to the foyer where the taxi the Maitre De had ordered was waiting. Again Greg opened the door for Christelle before getting in the other side. She pressed into his shoulder and he put his arm around her. As they made their way through the gates and onto the road she leaned up and kissed him gently on the lips. This caught Greg by surprise but he instinctively kissed her back, his heart skipping as the desire that he had been repressing, soared within him.

Feeling his response, she kissed him back hard her tongue urgently seeking entry to his mouth. Sensing her intention he allowed his lips to part and their tongues were quickly entwined in a dance of desire. He savoured the delicate texture of her tongue, feeling the urgency in her movement.

"I want you," she whispered huskily in his ear as she moved his free hand to her left breast. Greg was stunned for a moment, his natural gentlemanly response finally giving way to a passionate lover.

"I want you too!" he groaned as marvelled at the feel of the beautiful orb in his hand.

"Touch me!" she demanded as she smacked her lips against his. Greg had never encountered such passion in any of his previous liaisons. Christelle was like a caged tiger.

He worked to undo the buttons of her top so he could slide his hand inside and under her bra.

"Yes! Yes!" she cried.

He caressed the beautiful shape of her tit before squeezing and stretching her nipple.

"That's it," she encouraged before sliding her tongue around the edge of his ear, tracing the ridges and grooves inside it.

"I'm so hot for you," she moaned as she slid her hand inside his shirt, caressing his chest.

Suddenly their passion was interrupted by the cab coming to a stop.

The driver turned to face them as they hurriedly separated from their embrace.

"Twenty US," he demanded as Christelle quickly readjusted her clothing and Greg searched for his wallet in his trousers. He pulled out three the ten dollar bills from his wallet and gave them to the driver. Christelle was already out of the taxi and came up to Greg as he alighted and put her arm around his waist. He reciprocated then leant down to kiss her firmly on the lips. They stood their for a moment deeply immersed in the passion of the moment.

"Will you come back to my room?" she asked hopefully.

"Try and stop me," he replied as he squeezed her tightly.

They slowly walked the two hundred metres to her room, stopping intermittently to enjoy a lustful kiss. At the door she freed herself from his grasp and hunted through her clutch bag for her keys. Greg not wanting to be physically disconnected from her reached over and grasped her breast.

"Greg! Do you have to? I'm trying to find my keys!"

"Yes. I think so," he replied, his hand still firmly attached too her luscious breast. Triumphantly she held up the key and opened door. She grabbed his hand and removed it from her breast and led him inside.

Greg was surprised by how messy the room as there were clothes scattered on the floor and the bed. Christelle seemed to have an aversion for wardrobes. She dropped her bag on a chair that sat in the corner before walking over to Greg and putting her arms around his neck and kissing him fervently.

They both burned with desire. He clawed at her clothes, fairly ripping her top from her body , pulling her bra down to reveal the bodacious breasts he had admired at the beach. He freed himself from her her embrace and bent down to kiss her breasts.

At first he covered them with light pecks, marvelling a their beauty, shape and size. He targeted in on her nipples, licking them with firm circular motion which morphed into sucking the whole nipple

"Fuck yes!" she exclaimed as her skirt dropped to the floor, revealing a diaphanous white G-string.

She in turn clambered at his shirt, popping a number of buttons as she yanked it free of his body. She caressed his firm chest before lavishing it with licks and kisses whilst she wrestled with his belt and fly. She soon succeeded in finding what she was searching for, when she freed his firm cock from his underpants. His trousers fell to the floor and she masterfully stroked the full length of his dick as she continued with attention to his pecks and nipples.

"Nice erection!" she stated admiringly. "I think I'm going to enjoy this."

Overwhelmed by her skilful attention Greg could barley squeak a word.

"Thanks," was his strangled reply.

She began to slide her tongue down the length of his torso, now gripping and un-gripping his thick rod.

"Holy fuck!" he cried.

"You like?" she grinned.

"I like."

"Then I think you'll like this." 

She slid her lips over the tip of his cock causing Greg to grasp.

Deftly she sucked it before sliding her tongue around its ridges.

"My God Christelle!"

This seemed to encourage her to increase her pleasuring, wrapping her lips around his rod, inching down its length like a caterpillar. She bobbed her head in small delicate movements , drawing up its full length then diving all the way again.

"Shit Christelle!"

She then worked the dick up and down in a steady motion, Greg drawing a deep breath with each motion.

"Yes Christelle! Yes!" he called."You keep doing that and I'm going to come!"

With that admission she allowed the hard pole to slip from her mouth and stood in front of Greg his dick still in hand. 

"We wouldn't want they to happen just yet!" she mocked. 

He took the opportunity to massage her breasts.

"You like those don't you?" she asked rhetorically. 

"They are fantastic!"

She giggled at this disclosure.

"Will you lick my pussy?"

"It would be my pleasure."

Christelle stepped to the edge of the bed and pushed some miscellaneous junk onto the floor to make room. Lieing backwards on the bed she spread her legs, her feet still wearing the sparkly red heels hanging over the edge.

"Please."

Greg didn't need a second request. He knelt down in front of the bed and reached up to pull down her g-string, negotiating it over he legs and and shoes before depositing it on the floor. Gripping her hips he pulled her forward towards him gently, spreading her legs a little more. Bending down and beginning at her knees he slid his tongue slowly up her inner thigh. Reaching the top he skirted her mound before descending down the other leg.

"Are you trying to tease the fuck out of me?"

"Probably." 

Returning to his work, he worked his way up her thigh, but there was no detour this time as he delicately slid his tongue along the lips of her pussy.

"Better," she told him.

He glided his tongue more deeply before moving upwards to find her clit. Now using a darting action he expertly toiled for her pleasure.

"Oh yes," she sighed, clutching at his short cropped hair to bring him closer to her.

Using his finger, he entered her, pleasuring her with both hand and mouth, her sex now moist with cum as her pleasure intensified.

"I want you to fuck me," she moaned. "I need your cock."

As he stood she rolled over onto her hands and knees, giving a full view of her beautiful ass, her womanhood ready to accept him.

"Like this?" he asked in a surprised voice. Most of his sex life had been spent in the missionary position.

"Come on babe," she urged.

Standing behind her, he moved to place his erect member into her willing hole when to his wonderment Christelle's hand appeared between her legs to guide his rod to her place of pleasure. Wet from his attentive tongue and finger, he slid easily and blissfully inside her, right to the hilt of his erect member.

"Oh yes!" Christelle sighed, as she began to move slowly back and forth.

Greg joined in, desire filling his body, his rhythm increasing as he luxuriated in union of their sexes. Christelle squealed with delight with each movement when he stopped abruptly, changing to long deep thrusts.

"Yes. I like that.Mmmmmm. I love your cock."

Greg now firmly held her buttocks as he eased his rigid tool in out when she suddenly twisted around releasing his cock.

"Sit on the end of bed." she commanded as she stood. Greg quickly obeyed, eager to re-engage Christelle's delicious pussy.

She turned her back to him and placed her right shoe on the bed next his leg, her other firmly planted on the floor. Slowly lowered herself onto his large member. Bouncing a little at first she took all of his shaft. She sat there for a few moments with Greg deep inside her. Leaning back, she kissed him passionately on the lips and he took the opportunity to again feel her magnificent breasts.

'You are awesome!" 

"I know!" she laughed.

"Just fuck me you cheeky bitch!" he retorted.

"Your wish is my command," she announced and so began a coupling which played out like a long slow dance. Flexing her knee she slowly ground her hips as she languidly rose and fell on his rigid pole.

"Good?" she asked gravelly.

"Fucking unbelievable!" he enthused.

She tried to say something else, but only a deep guttural groan escaped, as the seeds of orgasm germinated in her body. Greg had grasped her nipples as she began to shiver and wail as ecstasy crashed over her.

"Fuck me Greg! Fuck me!"

Responding, he met her pumps with thrusts. Soon her body went limp as her orgasm subsided.

"Oh my God Greg. What are you doing to me?" she gasped as her breathing slowed. 

"Making sure you never forget this night."

"I won't!" she told him honestly. "Your still hard!"

"Yep."

"I need to look after you don't I?" she asked.

"Please. I'd love you to."

She rose from his hard cock and kicked off her shoes. Turning she placed one foot on the bed next to his leg. She grasped his shoulders with hands and lifted her other foot from the floor and also placed it on the bed so that she hovered over Greg's long rod. Greg joined in by clamping his hands on her lovely arse as she slowly lowered herself, the lips of her pussy kissing his cock.

"Oh fuck!" he cried. "You fucking tease!"

"Am I really?" she giggled. Then without any announcement she slid all the way down his cock.

"Fuck!" Greg gasped.

"That's right!" she grinned. Using her feet as fulcrum, she rose and paused on the head of his rod before again falling down it. At first her tempo was moderate and deliberate but soon it increased so that the sound of her buttocks slapping his thighs echoed through room.

Greg grunted with each stroke as ecstasy beckoned. Christelle shrieked, pleasure erupting through her nerve endings, Greg's cock exploding to deliver its seed.

Exhausted she dropped to her knees and Greg wrapped his arms around her, holding her body tight.

"Well maybe being a gentleman works after all!" he thought to himself.

"That was wonderful," she sighed.

"Unbelievable I would say. I've never had sex like that before."

"Well you have now!"

They sat for a few minutes savouring the fusion of their bodies.

"Wanna go for a swim?" she asked.

"Why not?"

They stepped out the sliding door of the bures that opened onto the beach, walking hand in hand. They waded through the shallows before diving into the inviting water. They floated around enjoying the cleansing water before she swam up to him and put her arms around him, which had an instantaneous effect on his penis.

"You like me!" she laughed as she reached down to the hard appendage, that was poking between them."I can tell!"

"Hmm. It is a bit a give away," he admitted

"But I do love it!" she confirmed as she wrapped her legs around him. "Will you carry me into shore?"

"Of course."

He walked the thirty metres to where the water was gently lapping against the sand. Standing there she ground her hips against his cock, kissing him fervently, the intensity of their desire for each other burning like a flame.

"Sit." she commanded.

Slowly he bent his knees and put one hand down to steady himself as he slowly sat on the sand. Kneeling over him she rocked back and forward, sliding his solid rod along her clit and up her stomach.

"Ooooooooooooh fuck!" he groaned as she continued to titillate his cock

"You're cock is beautiful," she conceded as she aroused her man to maximum arousal.

Reaching between her legs she guided his member into her dripping cavern, causing them to groan in unison.

Each movement brought sounds of approval from Greg's mouth.

"We can do this all night," she said as her face went flush, orgasmic sensations rising within her.

"For fuck sake! I won't last all night Christelle!"

"How do you know?" she replied as she expertly pleasured his dick so that they both hovered on the edge of orgasm. Hands around her waist he forcibly tried to force her hard down onto his cock, but she resisted his urging and continued her long languid dance along the precipice of pleasure.

"Fuck me! Fuck me Christelle! Fuck me!" he pleaded.

Just when he didn't think he could take anymore she drove down on his cock causing him to exhale rapidly. Taking no prisoners she planted her hands firmly on his chest. Like a steam train running down hill, her piston like action gathered speed rapidly.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried with each stroke, the cork now released from the bottle, orgasmic bliss burst through every cell of their bodies.

"Fuck yes!" he yelled as he reached the pinnacle of pleasure and joyfully plummeted over the edge.

Christelle's motion slowed as if the train was pulling into a station, collapsing on top of him. They lay their panting basking in the after glow of their amazing fusion.

She bent down and kissed him lovingly on the lips and he took the opportunity to again acquaint himself with her marvellous breasts.

"So you like sex on the beach?" she asked sweetly.

"Incredible!"

"I must say I do," she laughed.

"I need to get up," he told her, realising the gritty sand was digging into his skin. As he sat up she put arms around his neck and fixed her legs around his waist.

"Will you carry me in for another swim?"

"Yes. I think we need that."

Carefully he got to his knees, then he stood slowly, Christelle holding on tightly. He walked into the water until it reached shoulders and kissed the most beautiful woman he had ever met.




Island Of Desire Ch. 07



"I'm going to miss you when go tomorrow," he said honestly.

"I'm going to miss you too," she revealed. "Since I met you here it's been magic."

"We've had a great time."

He was too scared to ask her what was going to happen when she got back to Melbourne and was again confronted by the reality of her impending wedding. He didn't want to ruin the moment. His heart ached with desire for Christelle and he wanted their connection to last forever,.

"I'm starting to get cold. Can we go in now?" she asked.

"Of course."

With her still entwined around him, he carried her into shore and then straight up the bures steps, where he struggled with the door a little before carrying her inside.

"Bathroom," she instructed, which he dutifully followed.

"Water in the bath."

He reached down to turn the taps on for the giant two person bath that took pride of place in the large bathroom.

"Are you going to let go?" he asked

"Not yet. I want to hold you as long as I can."

They stood there kissing each other. When the bath reached about half full he gently lowered her in and she finally let go of her python like grip. She reached to a shelf above the bath and taking a small bottle, emptied bath gel into the water under the taps, the water immediately foaming into a mass of bubbles.

"Perfect," she said. "Are you going to join me?"

"Try and stop me?"

He climbed over the edge of the bath so that they were both standing in the middle of the bath.

"You sit first."

Once he was seated she turned so her back was facing him and took a seat between his legs , nestling up against his shoulder.

"You make me happy," she disclosed.

" I'm glad," he answered and he gently turned her toward him so he could kiss her.

He knew there was a lot things being unsaid and he knew that was probably the best. 

"If I blurt out 'I love you' now, it'll ruin everything," he thought.

Instead he reached around her to hold her tits and enjoyed their magnificence for possibly the last time.

"You really do like those, don't you?"

"You know I do!" 

She leaned back against his shoulder, enjoying his enthusiastic fondling and they continued to splash around like a couple of kids.

"It's getting late. We need to get out so I can get some shut eye. The taxis coming at eight and I have to pack."

Greg reluctantly exited the bath. She stood in front of him and he wrapped one of the large bath towels around them and they snuggled together.

"God Greg. Your hard again," she exclaimed as his erect tool stuck up between their stomachs.

"What can I say. You turn me on."

He pushed her against the closed bathroom door and almost smashed his lips against hers as rapture erupted within him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as Greg lifted her left leg from the floor. Her sex exposed, he vigorously attempted to enter with his raging cock. On the third attempt and with a little assistance from Christelle, he powerfully thrust his rod into Christelle's wet honey pot, pinning her against the door.

Christelle gripped him like a vice as their raw desire erupted. Words were replaced by primal grunts and groans. This time there was no dancing along the precipice of pleasure. Their desire was laid bare. Their mutual attraction revealed in an orgasmic explosion.

He held her there, not wanting to let go. Gradually she released her vice like grip and they kissed sensuously.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "Where did that come from?"

"You know I have strong feelings for you?"

"I know.......I think you're a beautiful man..........If the timing had been different...who knows what would've happened."

Greg went from being on top of the world to feeling very low.

"Don't be sad. Be thankful for the wonderful time we've had. Hold that beautiful memory. Will you do that for me?" she said tenderly. She kissed him again and led him from the bathroom.

In thick silence he got dressed.

"Thanks Christie. I will never forgot tonight."

"Nor will I," she admitted truthfully.

He pulled a business card from his wallet and handed it to her.

"I know you've got serious things to deal with when you return, so I won't seek you out, but if you ever need help or you want to see me. Just ring, okay. Just ring!"

She took the card from him and kissed him longingly.

"I promise. I will. I promise."

She walked him to the door and gave him one more long sensuous kiss.

"Goodbye amazing woman!"

"Goodbye Greg."

Then he was outside walking towards his bure feeling as though his heart had just been ripped out.



Island Of Desire Ch. 08



Things start to roll and I promise there is little boring story lines from here. Enjoy!

Gray

Greg tossed and turned all night, struggling out of bed at twenty to eight, hoping to see Christelle one last time. He pulled on the first shirt and shorts that he could find, slipped on his sandals and walked quickly to the foyer only to see her taxi pulling out from the portico. He waved frantically and she waved back, but his heart sank as he knew this was probably the last time he would see the beautiful Christelle.

He stood there for what seemed forever before deciding he should probably go and have some breakfast. He got some fresh pineapple juice before going to the egg station and loading up with a "Grand Slam" consisting of two pancakes, two fried eggs, bacon and two sausage links. He felt that he had nothing else to do but eat. He washed it all down with three cups of coffee and headed back to his bure feeling decidedly sluggish. Climbing into his bed, he pulled up the sheets and closed his eyes, with no intention of leaving the bed for the rest of the day.

Wallowing in his self pity, he had lost the desire to have fun and enjoy the remaining five days of his holidays. At six o'clock he emerged from his room and made his way to the barbecue area for dinner. It was George and Muriel's last night and so he joined them at the bar where he downed two beers in quick succession.

"Take it easy Greg." he urged. "Are you alright?"

Greg explained to them what happened.

"Sorry to hear that mate." he consoled. "Come and sit with Muriel and I for dinner."

George and Muriel did their best to console him, but it didn't help very much and he continued to down the beers at a rapid rate.

As it started to get late, George and Muriel took their leave as the had to be up early to catch their flight.

"Now you take care." they both pleaded and they exchanged address details.

He shook George's hand and gave Muriel a kiss before they headed to their room and he headed to the 'Ship Wreck Bar'. It was full this night with a number of honey moon couples, a whole group of retirees from a Sydney Bowls Club and a group of forty something women who were there for a fortieth birthday.

The forty somethings were clearly looking for a good time, a couple of them asking him for a dance. All the beer had numbed much of the hurt and so he danced with Skye and Cherie. First individually and then together. Skye was an attractive buxom blonde, her braless breasts squeezed into a deeply scooped red top, a white skin tight mini skirt accentuated an ample curvaceous arse. Cherie was a handsome woman of amazonian proportions, her towering inch heels making her inches taller than Greg. Her voluminous breasts, like Skye's were unencumbered by the restraint of a bra, squishing out sideways of figure hugging singlet dress which struggled to cover her generous butt.

Freed of his inhibitions by the numerous beers, he cavorted wildly with them, the trio laughing and giggling at each others increasingly wild antics. As the night drew to a close, the DJ switched from lively retro to sensuous slow dance music. Skye grabbed Greg around the waist pulling him to her so that their groins were almost glued together, as they shuffled through an approximation of a waltz. A bulge soon appeared in the crotch of Greg's trousers to which Skye responded by crushing her lips onto Greg's with a ferocity that had never experienced before. Her tongued thrust into his mouth searching out his tongue. He enjoyed the rippled texture of the oral intruder and responded with vigour, lustful desire sweeping aside the alcoholic haze that had dulled his senses.

He planted his hands firmly on Skye's round buttocks as he enjoyed their delicious kiss, when to Greg's surprise Cherie came to his side and firmly tweaked his arse, causing him to break the seal of his kiss with Skye. Opportunistically Cherie planted her luscious lips on Greg's and another wild entanglement of tongues ensued, whilst Skye continuing to hold him to her tightly.

He enjoyed the difference in the way two women kissed. Skye forceful and urgent. Cherie, sensuous and easy. Suddenly Cherie released his lips and he watched with astonishment as the two women joined in a passionate kiss, the sight intensifying his lustful feelings.

Eventually the women separated to take turns to again kiss him enthusiastically. The sight of two women tag teaming an obviously much younger man brought stares of disapproval from a number of patrons in the bar and smirks of bemusement from the other members of the fortieth birthday party.

The bar was now almost empty, a fact that Cherie recognised as she waited her turn to reconnect with Greg's lips.

"Wanna come back to our room honey?' she asked in a gravelly voice that was effected by her rising desire. Greg nodded, his mouth still locked to Skye's.

Leaving the bar they walked across the resorts gardens, Greg between the two voluptuous women, his arms around their waists. Their's around his. Once inside the women's room, it was if a tsunami of passion had exploded. The threesome stood in the middle of the room, Cherie's mouth continuing to seek out his, whilst guiding his hand to glide under the stretchy material of her dress. She encouraged his hand to caress the silky skin of her abundant breasts, a task he performed enthusiastically. Skye worked assiduously on freeing his body of the encumbrance of his clothes, allowing her to gnaw at his nipples, as she nimbly wrestled his hard member free of his underpants and out into the open.

She attacked the long rod with zeal, thoroughly licking its tip before swallowing the whole member in one fell swoop, slurping on it feverishly. Greg groaned deeply, his mouth attached to the large nipple of Cherie's now naked breast as she she firmly held his head to ensure he didn't stop his pleasuring.

"Oh yes," she sighed.

The feverish searching for pleasure escalated, the women's bodies, now stripped bare of all clothing, except perviously, their high heels, at Greg's insistence. His fetish for women's in tall heels enhancing his arousal. His hands roamed freely over the women's naked flesh savouring the silken texture, paying particular attention to their lustrous nipples and delectable womanhood, heightening Skye's arousal as he fingered her clit. Having swapped positions, Cherie was now gorging on Greg's cock as he dined on Skye's sweet nipples.

As the sexual feast progressed Skye was the first to capitulate, demanding the full enjoyment of Greg's swollen dick. She stood next to the couch, placing her hands on the armrest and bent over with her legs spread.

"Come on honey. Come and and give it to me," she oozed expectantly.

Cherie reluctantly released Greg's from the deep recesses of her mouth, allowing him to move behind Skye where he clumsily attempted to enter her steaming pussy.

"Let me help you," Skye offered, reaching between her legs to grasp his straining dick, she deftly guided him inside her, exhaling inadvertently as his size filled her.

"Oh yes honey. That's good."

Numb from his numerous drinks, Greg felt little inclination to reply but it didn't stop him from enjoying the exquisiteness of being deep inside her. Slowly he began to move with an easy and free motion. He grasped her buttocks firmly and gave her a couple firm jabs.

"Oh yes. That's better babe. Give it to me hard."

Responding, he thrust deeply into her. Skye's reaction was if someone had released a tiger, snarling and cavorting as her desire swelled.

"Common and fuck me!" she screamed as she lurched around on the end of his cock, her body gyrating with desire. Greg grabbed her hair which was tied back in a ponytail, in an attempt to tame the wild beast that she had become.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried as he lunged into her.

"Slap her arse" advised Cherie dryly, having taken a position at the other end of the couch , she pleasured herself with a long black dildo she had secured from somewhere.

Greg, having always experienced sexual encounters of a more gentle nature, deferred to her advice and gave Skye a resounding whack on her rounded right buttock spurring, Skye into an even wilder motion as she bucked like a bronco, Greg holding onto her ponytail just to stay inside her.

"Yes! Fuck! Yes!" she cried as she exploded into orgasm, her body shaking wildly, she slumped onto her face.

"Oh my god," she groaned as Greg stood with his hard cock still deeply embedded within her, not really knowing what to do.

"It's my turn now honey," Cherie told him as she held up a now glistening dildo. She walked over to him and placed a hand on his chest, gently encouraging him to withdraw his penis from Skye's sodden pussy. Dropping to her knees she expertly licked the tip of his pole.

"You're nice and hard," she said admiringly, swallowing it to its hilt, causing Greg to gulp with exhilaration.

"That is fucking awesome!" he groaned as Cherie bobbed up and down on the rigid dick.

"I'm glad you like it," she smiled as she stood still holding onto the hard rod. "Come with me young man."

Following her like a puppy dog on a leash, she guided him over to a table surrounded by four chairs at the side of the room. With her free hand she swivelled one of the chairs into the open.

"Sit!" she commanded. Greg obediently, placed his naked bum on the wooden chair. Standing in front of him, she held her large breasts up to his mouth so that he could lick her thick nipples which were surrounded with dark areolis.

.

"Mmmm," she cooed huskily as Greg delicately flicked at her nipples before reaching up to pull her close enough to suck deeply on her nipples. The sensation made her eyeballs roll back into her head.

Wanting even greater pleasure, she placed her hands on his shoulders forcing him to ease back onto the chair, giving her clear access to his cock which stood proud like a skyscraper. Putting a foot either side of the chair she grasped the base of Greg's thick rod and eased herself onto the tip.

"Oh yeah!" she cried as her wet sex allowed her to slide easily onto the hard pole whilst Greg fondled her delectable breasts. She moved with an easy motion, squeezing his cock exquisitely with her inner muscles.

"Fuck me!" he cried .

"I am!" she laughed as she built on his arousal. This was not a wild rodeo ride as with Skye, but a sexy tango with peaks and troughs. Pivoting her hips back and forth she caressed his cock with skill and diligence. As their pleasure built he slapped his hands on her rounded derriere, trying to speed the motion of her hip rotations.

"Patience young man, patience," she urged. "Great things take time."

The steady climb up the mountain of ecstasy continued as she moved from quick short movements to long deep penetrating strokes. Her breathe began to quicken and her face contort.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes......Yes!" she cried as her body quivered with orgasmic pleasure. She was still for a few moments, her lungs heaving as they gasped for air, Greg taking the opportunity to again lick her nipples.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "I'm loving your cock."

Greg smiled. Skye was now sitting on the couch watching intently.

"Me too," she agreed.

Cherie stood and turned so that her back was facing Greg. Gently she repositioned her self on his cock causing him to exhale loudly.

"Hold my tits," she instructed. Quickly his hands appeared around her body to grasp her hardened nipples. Her movements were now quicker and more urgent.

"Fuck!" he groaned.

"Hold my waist," she instructed.

Slowly she stood with Greg fused and they waddled as one to the table where Cherie placed her hands firmly on the table top, bent over and spread her legs.

"Fuck me honey."

Forcefully he plunged into her gorgeous hole.

"Whoa yes!" he shouted, enjoying the magnificence of Cherie's womanhood.

Cherie gasped as she gleefully received Greg's cock.

"Fuck me babe!"

Greg grasped her butt with both hands and eased his cock in and out, enjoying the superb sensations this created.

Cherie rocked back and forth in time.

"Oh yes honey. You're doing fine."

"I think you should fuck her good and hard," came Skye's voice from the couch. Reacting to this advice Greg thrust into Cherie with a number of firm strokes.

"Oh fuck!" she cried as sweet orgasm cascaded through her body.

"Harder! Harder! Harder!" she screamed as he pounded with his almost bursting cock, ecstasy bursting through her senses.

"Come on my tits! Come on my tits!" urged Skye as strode across hte room, dropping to her knees next to where Greg was hammering away with his hard cock. Loud grunts escaping from his lips as he reached the top of the orgasmic mountain.

"Aaaaaah!" he cried pulling his rod from Cherie's heavenly pussy, a stream of cum coating Skye's firm breasts.

The two women collapsed on the couch, their bodies recovering from their euphoric sexual connections. Greg's alcoholic induced haze was starting to lift and he fumbling to put his clothes back on, he decided it was a good time to leave.

"You don't want some more?" Cherie asked hopefully in a dreamy voice.

"I don't think I can," he said truthfully.

"I've got some little blue pills that say you can," giggled Skye.

"No thank you," he replied as reality started to dawn him. "You're both been great."

"You don't want to disappoint a couple of girls, do you?"

"Sorry. I'd better go," he replied, a feeling of guilt and betrayal of Christelle began to overwhelm him, even though he knew there reason to feel this way.

Dressed, he walked over to the couch and kissed both the women.

"Thank you."

"Thank you!" exclaimed Cherie. "It's a shame we have to go home tomorrow, we're just starting to have fun.

"Yeah! Great fun!" laughed Skye.

"It was great fun, but I'd better go. Thank you again." he told them again and disappeared out the door leaving the women disappointed that their playtime had finished abruptly and early.



Island Of Desire Ch. 09-10







Island Of Desire Ch. 09-10



His cock aching with desire, he stood to climb onto the chair. Raising one foot to rest on the seat back, he sought to join their sexes. She gripped him tightly around the neck as he inched his way inside her, her finger nails clawing his back.

Slowly he moved within her, mutual sounds of pleasure filling the air.

"You crazy shit!" she whispered in his ear.

"I learnt from the best," he retorted, whilst still maintaining momentum.

"I want to sit on you." she told him.

"I'd like that. Hold on tight," he instructed her.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she re-tightened her grip around his neck and he lifted from her perch. Standing on the seat, he steadied himself on the arm rest as he took a step backwards onto the ground.

Standing there with Roxy entwined around him, his mighty sword buried deep inside her, he lifted her back and forth on his cock, enjoying the depth and exquisiteness of their union.

"Oh yes, Greg. Fuck me!" Her cries rang out, ringing through the gardens.

"Somebodies gonna hear you," he whispered.

"Do I give a fuck! I just want to keep fucking you!"

He continued his stroking with her vigorous assistance, until he could hold her no more and turned and sat gently on the teak bench.

She knelt on the bench and began to slither along the length of his shaft. At first smoothly and steadily, as she searched for their mutual climax. Greg licking her nipples at each stroke. Soon purpose gave way to raw passion as she pounded his cock with each thrust, her squeals of delight and his guttural releases harmonising in a duet of ecstasy, as they reached the pinnacle of their tryst.

She fell on him, limp with exhaustion, his arms holding her firmly as they gently kissed. They stayed there for sometime, enjoying the closeness of each other, no one the wiser for their exploits.



Island Of Desire Ch. 11



He awoke he next morning and admired the lithe and curvaceous naked body that was entangled in the sheets next to him. He shook his head as he recalled the events of another unforgettable nights. 

Slowly she stirred from a deep sleep.

"Hi beautiful," he said.

"Hi sexy," she replied as he leaned over to softly kiss her.

"Can I say that you are amazing!" he offered.

"You can! You're pretty incredible yourself."

"Thank you. Are you hungry."

"For sex or food?"

"You're incorrigible! I was thinking food."

"Well how about we have sex in the shower and then we go and have food? Then all bases are covered."

"You are devious!"

"I would've said clever!" she laughed.

"That you are," he agreed as he stood. He walked around to her side of the bed and scooped her up sheets and all causing her to squeal.

"You're big and strong!" she giggled as he carried her into the bathroom, depositing her in the shower which had clear glass shower screens on three sides. He turned the water on and stood close to her with his hands on her butt pressing her into him. The sensation of having her whole body touching his was heavenly and they playfully toyed with each other tongues until the water was warm. She moved to stand under the splashing water with him and they took turns in soaping each others bodies, with Roxy taking particular care with his dick, which was tall like a skyscraper once again.

"Your cock is keen."

"With a beautiful woman like you, of course it's ready."

She laughed.

The shower was long and steamy and Greg entered her from behind as she braced her self against the glass of the screen, this time it was an easy and delicious climb up the orgasmic hill. A fusion on an emotional and physical level. Spent from their ardor, they kissed for a while before drying and dressing.

"I need to go back to my room before breakfast. I can't go to breakfast looking like this." she said as she swept her hand over the mini skirt, top and towering heels.

"Why not! It would be a 'hot" breakfast'!" he guffawed.

She gave him a playful whack on the arm for such a sick joke then they walked hand in hand across the resort to Roxy's room. She gave a knock on the door.

"Are you there Steph?"

"I'm here. You can come in."

Roxy put her key in the lock and turned the handle. The room had two double beds and Stephanie was still curled up under the covers on one.

"Steph. You remember Greg?"

"I do. Hi Greg."

"Hi Steph.

"I've just come to get changed for breakfast."

"Why? You look hot."

"Not you too!" Roxy blustered.

The other two laughed whilst Roxy started riffling through her wardrobe. She pulled out a tiny pair of shorts and a singlet top.

"Now you haven't forgotten that Daniel's sailing in around lunch time to pick us up."

"Oh shit! I forgot. Somebody's been distracting me," she said looking straight at Greg.

"What did I do?" Greg asked.

"You've been wonderful. Do you think Daniel would let Greg come?"

"You can only ask. He's got the hots for me, so he just might."

"What's going on?" Greg asked a little confused.

"Daniel is a guy who we've met on heaps of flights," Roxy began."He owns the best charter yacht in Fiji."

"Really?" asked Greg.

" He was on one of our flights last and when we told him we were having some free days here, he asked if we'd like to sail with him, as he had a couple of days free of clients," explained Roxy.

"He's due pick us in a zodiac at lunch time," advised Stephanie.

"So what do you think Greg. If he says yes, do you want to come?"

"I'd love to. I'm a sailor from way back."

"Great. I'd love you to come! Now where's my phone?" asked Roxy as she searched the room for her phone.

"Use mine," offered Steph. "His number is on speed dial."

Five minutes later it was done. They had to be ready by eleven with a small bag of luggage.

Steph joined them for breakfast, Roxy and herself turning heads in their little shorts. Greg couldn't help but see the look on people's face wondering how he managed to have the company of two such stunning women.

A little before eleven Greg found himself standing on the beach with Roxy and Steph, watching the horizon as a large two masted ketch sailed gracefully into view. It began to lower its sails and they could see activity at the stern as it opened like a large garage and an inflatable boat was launched and skimmed towards shore.

"That is something," admired Greg.

"He did say it was the best boat in this part of the Pacific," Roxy reminded him.

Ten minutes later they were clambering on to the dock that extended from the rear of the yacht. Standing at the stern was a tall fit looking man who looked like he was in his thirties. This apparently was Daniel.

"Welcome aboard the "The West Wind" ladies and gentleman."

The crew escorted them up the gang way where they joined him on the spacious rear deck. The girls gave him a kiss on the cheek and Greg shook his hand.

"Bars just opened. What would you like? Cocktails, beer, wine, French Champagne?" he asked as the crew scurried away to stow their bags.

Roxy and Steph looked at each other.

"Champagne," they said in chorus.

"Yeah, I'll go Champagne too," replied Greg.

As they waited for their drinks Daniel guided from them the rear rail, where four sun lounges were standing, to a covered area beyond where a large informal dining table was set for eight.

"Lunch is at one," he announced. 

At that moment two couples walked from the main saloon.

"These are friends of mine James and Monica, and Jarryd and Samantha."

They all said "hi".

"They are joining us on this little cruise." 

So began a very pleasant afternoon. The sails were raised by the yachts automatic systems, the zodiac was stowed, the transom closed and the anchor weighed. The helmsman who was up in the fly bridge, bore away from the wind and "The West Wind" gracefully began to cut through the sea. 

Lunch was served. A beautiful seafood spread accompanied by exquisite French wines. The company proved bright and fun, the other two couples being from Sydney and Steph and Daniel seemed to be very friendly to each other. Greg couldn't believe his luck. Cruising on a beautiful boat with a beautiful woman. It didn't get any better than this!

After lunch Daniel showed them their rooms, Roxy and Greg sharing a stateroom and Steph having a state room to herself. Then it was a guided tour of what was a very luxurious boat, which finished up the on fly deck.

"Roxy tells me you sail," said Daniel.

"Only little boats. Nothing like this! How big is it?"

"One and eighty four feet, Perini Navi ketch," boasted Daniel. "Would you like a steer?" 

"Sure. It is big!" 

Greg took station next to the helmsman who showed him what to do and where to head. Apparently they were making for an island twenty miles west. For the rest of the passage the party sunned themselves on the fly deck, drinking cocktails which were regularly served by the friendly staff.

After a while a speck appeared on the horizon and steadily grew in size. The crew negotiated a reef that surrounded the island and they sailed into a small bay and dropped anchor.

"This is beautiful!" declared Roxy.

"You're right Roxy. It looks like a post card,"added Greg.

"It is idyllic," agreed Daniel. "This is one of the favourite spots for our guests. We've even built a little shelter in the cove around the point where we drop passengers for what we like to call a 'Robin Crusoe experience'. They stay for a few hours, chef gives them a basket full of goodies and they have free reign on that very private little beach. As we say 'what happens in the cove, stays in the cove'," he smirked.

"Sounds like fun!" enthused Roxy.

"Would you like to do it?" asked Daniel. "There's about four hours until sunset, you could have a bit of fun for a couple of hours."

"What do you think Greg? You and me. Desert island. It'll be awesome."

"Well...." hesitated Greg.

"Common on," she pleaded. "Don't be a stick in the mud."

"Alright. Let's do it."

Daniel rang down to chef from the fly bridge to tell him to organise a basket. Then he was talking to the deck crew telling them to get the Zodiac ready. Twenty minutes later, after grabbing their bathing costumes and other essentials from their cabin, Greg and Roxy boarded the rubber boat from the yachts pontoon and were soon zipping across the water, around the point and into the cove and out of sight of the beautiful 'West Wind'.

The little boat was crewed by two smiling Fijians, Willie and Sammy. They skilfully navigated the craft onto the picturesque beach. It was a perfect crescent shape, defined by crisp white sand framed by rows of palm trees.

They landed in the centre of the arc where, exactly as Daniel had described, stood a small shelter with a roof that sloped towards the back and walls on the three sides. The front facing the water was open.

"Wow!" exclaimed Roxy.

"It is something, isn't it?" confirmed Greg.

Willie and Sammy dragged the boat into shore and unloaded the special basket, showing them how to use a small radio to call them if they wanted to be collected early, otherwise they said they'd be back in three hours, a little before sunset. With that they scooted out of the cove, around the point and out of sight and Greg and Roxy who stood alone on the deserted beach.

She lent up to him and gave him a kiss.

"This is surreal."

"It sure is different," he replied as he picked up the basket, which proved to be quite heavy and walked towards the shelter. "Let's see what we've got."

She followed him up the beach carrying the small bag that carried their belongings. The shelter was about four metres across and two metres deep, it's floor covered matting on which were spread some large cushions. The hut was otherwise was devoid of any other features. They each sat on a cushion and pulled back the elasticised cover of the basket to reveal a treasure trove of goodies.

"Are we here for three hours or three weeks?" he laughed

"They don't want us to go hungry!" she assured him.

"We've just had an enormous lunch," he reminded her.

On one side lay a wine carry which he retrieved. He opened the top flap to reveal two bottles of Krug champagne.

"They want us to get drunk too!" he chuckled.

"Give me French Champagne any day!" she said to him

He dipped into the basket and found a small rigid container that held two crystal wine flutes. The champagne was soon popped and they sat happily sipping their wine enjoying the beautiful location.

"Ready for a swim?" he asked as he drank the last sip of the super dry French nectar.

"Sure," she answered as she stood and stripped off her shorts, singlet top and underwear.

"Don't know why I brought my bathers," laughed Roxy.

"No. I don't think we are going to need them," he agreed as he also stripped naked. He took her hand and led her down the white sand to the water. Reaching the water's edge he leant down and swept her from her feet and cradled her in his arms.

"I'm impressed," she said.

"I like holding you," he admitted.

"I like you holding me," she said honestly as he waded into the warm clear water until it lapped around his chest and he bent down and kissed her lovingly and for a long time. He then gently put her down so she was standing in front of him.

"What have we here?" she grinned as she felt his hard shaft rubbing up against her stomach before grasping it with her right hand. "And I like it!"

"That's good," he smiled.

"Come with me young man. I need to do something with this," she told him as they waded from the water.

Reaching the shallows she knelt down and closely examined his sword like appendage.

"What should we do?" she asked as she gave it a gentle stroke."This?"

"Or should we do this?" and she she drew her tongue along its length down to his balls, sucking them with care, causing Greg to groan deeply.

"Oh you like that?"

"Or how about this?" and she slid the whole of his cock into her mouth.

"Holy fuck!" he cried.

"Yes! I think that's the one!" she giggled as returned the thick meat to her mouth, enthusiastically committing to her task.

"Sit on the sand." she instructed. Obediently he sat on the sand, the water lapping up against his butt. She put a foot on either side of his body.

"Now lie down."

"You're getting a bit bossy!" he protested.

"I'm just a girl who knows what she wants," she retorted. 

He begrudgingly lay on his back. She then did a pirouette so that she was now facing his feet standing over his face.

"I get it now!" sparked Greg as she slowly bent her knees so that her lips of sex were just above Greg's outstretched tongue as he eagerly sought her place of pleasure.

"Yes Greg. You've got it," she gasped as she dropped to her knees and stretched along the length of Greg's body to where his dick was pointing to the sky. Taking it in her hand she again applied her tongue up and down its length before devouring it whole.

This time it wasn't raw emotion or sexual attraction as it was the previous night. It was more a meeting souls, a synergistic fusion. A melding of two beings.

They moved from entree to main course, as she stood and stepped forward to straddle his swollen column, teasing the head a little before she absorbed all of it easily. She stayed on her haunches, leaning forward to rock rhythmically on his pole. There was little talk as instinct took over and they strived for consummation of their mutual desire.

She leaned back on her hands and swivelled her hips to give long deep penetrating strokes. He moved his hands to grasp her hips, helping her motion as he joined with upward thrusts. Soon she was exhausted from her effort and so Greg holding he waist tight rolled her onto her hands and knees, his cock still inside her.

Locking her knees tight he drove home his advantage with power and passion as they reached a meteoric climax.

As he sat in the shallows with the water at his waist, Roxy sat across his waist, her arm around his neck, kissing him with affection and tenderness.

"Your wonderful," she said with affection.

"So are you," he replied.

"I'm having such an amazing time."

"So am I." he agreed, his time with Christelle now a distant memory. "Will I get some champagne?"

"Please."

She slid off his lap and he walked up to the hut and poured two glasses of champagne. She resumed her place on his lap and they sipped their wine together as they kept their connection together.

Before they knew it they heard the buzz of the Zodiac's outboard as it came around the point, signifying the end of their idyllic afternoon. They rushed to the hut and quickly got dressed as Willy and Sammy beached the Zodiac. As they swept out of the bay on the rubber boat, Roxy was sad that this time had come to end.

After dinner they sat in the luxurious main saloon enjoying cognac and liqueurs. Daniel and Steph were entwined on one of the large sofas and the two couples from Sydney had seemingly swapped partners.

"Anybody for a spa." asked Daniel out of the blue.

Everybody said yes they were all made their way onto the fly deck where the spa was bubbling away. Greg and Roxy joined Steph on a stool at the bar as Daniel turned barman, busily making margaritas by the two litre canister load, whilst the other two couples made straight for the spa. Daniel could hardly take his eyes from the plunging neckline of Steph's skin tight top, his eyes drinking in all of the curvaceous breast they could manage. Her long lithesome legs were almost completely revealed by her minute skirt, as she sat alluringly on a bar stool. Next to her, Roxy sat on Greg's knee, enjoying the strength of his arms holding her waist firmly to him.

Cocktails completed, Daniel poured Greg and Roxy generous glasses of Margarita before Steph helped him carry the canisters and glasses over to the spa, pouring glasses of the potent liquid for the two couples, who were now happily sitting naked in the bubbling spa. James with Samantha and Jarryd with Monica. As they drank the cocktails the passion increased. James fondled Samantha's substantial breasts and Monica and Jarryd toyed with each others tongues before locking lips.

Steph and Daniel took up station on one of the sun lounges with Steph on his lap and Daniel's wandering hand clamped firmly on her naked breast, which was revealed after he eagerly peeled her top upward to give himself access to Roxy's beautiful orbs. They kissed with desire between sips of their murderously strong cocktails.

The heat on the fly deck continued to soar as Samantha sat on the edge of the spa and invitingly spread her legs allowing James to taste her juices as he eagerly sought her clit with his tongue. Sitting on the bench seat of the spa, Monica grappled to absorb all of Jarryd's large meaty cock in her mouth as he stood in front of her and Steph stood over Daniel's mouth her skirt pulled up around her waist, as Daniel lay on the sun lounge, his face firmly attached to her pussy.

Greg and Roxy were a little surprised at the openness of the other couples as they amorously pursued their passions.

"What do we do?" Greg whispered in Roxy's ear.

"When in Rome?" she replied.

"You think?" Greg asked hesitantly.

"I'm game!"

"Well so am I!" he exclaimed as he slid his hand under Roxy's skirt.

"Well who's a cheeky boy?" she asked feigning shock as she enjoyed the feel of Greg's hand as it slid up her thigh, where it rested for a moment before massaging her pussy through the thin material of Roxy's panties.

"Mmmm." she moaned as she leaned to press her lips against Greg's. "I think I could fuck you anywhere."

"I like the sound of of that!" he replied enthusiastically as he returned her kiss.

In the spa Monica sat on Jarryd's rock hard rod as he sat on the edge of the spa, gasping as she struggled to accept his full size. Samantha stood bent over on the seat of the spa as James probed her fully exposed sex with his hard meat, eliciting deep groans of pleasure from Samantha..

"Fuck me babe! Fuck me!" she cried as James increased the intensity of his thrusting creating a resonating slapping of their skin.

Steph knelt above Daniel as he lay on the sun lounge, sliding gracefully along his cock, his encouraging hands firmly attached to her buttocks. Steph moaned with each stroke whilst Daniel just repeated the word "Fuck!" as Steph expertly pleasured his cock with her juicy tunnel, slowly and gradually raising them up the hill of ecstasy.

As Greg sat on the stool Roxy stood working his hard rod, her top now gone and her skirt drawn up around her waist. She enjoyed the feel of Greg's rigid cock in her mouth as she delicately sucked the head as he sat on the stool. He guided her to stand along the side of the stool so that he could slide his finger inside her moist lips of her pussy causing a muffled groan of desire to escape from her mouth.

"Will you fuck me?" he asked huskily as desire swirled through his body, any feelings of self consciousness having disappeared.

"I thought you'd never ask." she told him as she used the foot rails on the stool to lift herself above Greg's stiff member. Using one hand as a guide, she eased his cock inside her.

"Oh yes!" she gasped. "I can't get enough of this."

Greg kissed her breasts enthusiastically as he squeezed her delightful arse.

"You are fucking awesome!" he exclaimed.

"And I haven't even started." she giggled as she deftly caressed the tip of his penis with the lips of her pussy.

"Fuck!" he cried.

"I'll take that as being good!" she laughed as she slowly took more of his cock with each stroke.

Jarryd was now probing Monica's pussy as she lay on the edge of the spa, pumping his cock as hard as he could, causing Monica to squeal with every motion, ecstasy overwhelming her. Jarryd drove his long pole to the crescendo of pleasure, when suddenly he withdrew it from Monica's honey pot to lavish her breasts with his warm cum.




Island Of Desire Ch. 11



James had swivelled Samantha so she sat with her back to him as he sat on the spa edge. She had drawn one foot up onto the rim of the spa, giving her excellent leverage. She rolled and gyrated her hips between long penetrating strokes,James firmly grasping her tits, urging her on, orgasm ripping through their bodies as he delivered his seed.

Steph was now kneeling on all fours on the sun lounge, Daniel lunging his pulsating dick into her pussy, releasing a guttural roar with action of his hips.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me hard!" she demanded, who voice wavering as an exhilarating pulse of euphoria engulfed the couple.

Greg was now standing, Roxy's arms and legs entwined around his body as he lifted her up and down his thick shaft in a powerful and frenetic motion. She dropped her foot closest to the stool, so that it rested on the foot bar, allowing her to assist Greg in his pumping by flexing her knee.

"Yes Greg! Yes!" she cried, spurring him to more forceful movement. She shrieked with delight as they soared the heights of ecstasy.

Their passion fulfilled, Daniel and Steph had joined Monica, James, Samantha and Jarryd in the spa which apparently signalled a changing of partners, as Steph was now sitting next to James kissing him deeply whilst toying with his hard sabre. Monica was busily sucking Daniel's cock and Steph stood on the seat of the spa as James lay under her, exploring her womanhood with his tongue. Samantha licked Jarryd's cock with skill and dexterity.

Seeing that the spa was a seething pit of lust, with little room for Roxy and himself, Greg made for the stairs down to the main cabin, Roxy still entwined around his body. He carried her to their state room, where Roxy lovingly massaged his body before again sitting atop his cock and sensuously grinding her way to their mutual orgasm. They fell asleep, spooned together twisted amongst the beautiful sheets 

Greg and Roxy were the only ones to surface for a breakfast of fresh berries and yoghurt, Danish pastries and strong coffee, presumably the others were suffering from the damage done by the margaritas. 

Breakfast complete, the crew made the yacht ready for sail and they were soon cutting through the swell. Greg and Roxy sat up with the helmsman, Greg again enjoying a steer and the birds eye view the helm gave him. Shortly before they arrived at Nirooma, Steph appeared looking a little worse for wear.

"How are the love birds?" she quipped.

"A little better than you?" laughed Roxy.

"It was a bit wild!" she confessed. "I hope I am alright to fly tonight."

"I'm sure you'll be alright," assured Roxy and she turned to Greg. "I didn't really get a chance to tell you that we fly out late tonight. Sorry."

"That's okay. I can't say I'm not disappointed, but I've had a sensational time."

She leaned over and kissed him.

The crew dropped the anchor outside of Nirooma and helped them aboard the rubber boat once more and whisked them into shore. They all thanked Willy and Sammy and turned to walk the short distance to their rooms.

They had a light lunch before they bumbled around the pool for most of the afternoon, spending the last hour in the girls room, Greg lying on the bed, sadly watching them pack.

At five o'clock he walked them to foyer to wait in the lounge area for their taxi. Roxy sat on his knee and Steph sat with her eyes shut, madly trying to relieve her self of the final effects of her hangover.

When the taxi came there were many hugs and kisses and Greg even thought he saw a couple of tears in Roxy's eyes.

"I will see you again, won't I?" he asked solemnly.

"Of course!" she assured him. "I've got your card and you've got my number. Of course I'll see you again. Try and stop me!"

"I look forward to it," he told her honestly.

"So do I."

The taxi driver loaded their bags in the boot whilst Greg and Roxy had one last kiss, the taxi soon heading down the resort driveway with Greg having that sinking feeling again.

Greg only had another full day at the resort. He spent the evening feeling lonely, eating way too for dinner to compensate. He spent the following day lazing about by the pool and his room, making regular visits to the dining room to grab some food.

And so his time to leave Nirooma came and he knew it would take time to readjust back to the hurly burly of his regular daily life. As the taxi bounced and bumped its way to the airport he smiled to himself remembering what had been a most remarkable ten days and he wondered what the future might hold. He was resigned to the fact he would never see Christelle again and with her getting married this was how it should be, but his heart raced with the thought of seeing the beautiful Roxy again! Life could be truly interesting!



Island Of Desire Ch. 12



Christelle stood at the door of neat little townhouse in Ivanhoe, her stomach full of butterflies. She cut a provocative figure in a deeply scooped white top that revealed the fringes of her white lace bra. This was was matched with an extremely tight sky blue skirt that stretched across her sweet arse. A hint of the top of her white stockings peeped out from under her skirt and it was all completed by monster blue heels. She had a large carry all bag by her side. She was clearly dressed to impress!

"Here goes nothing," she said to herself as she knocked on the door.

There was a muffled sound from inside.

"Won't be a moment!" a voice called from inside.

"Oh my God! Hurry up! I can't stand this!" she thought.

Suddenly the door creaked open a quarter of the way and Greg peered out.

"Hi Greg! It's Christelle," she announced her voice laden with nervousness.

"Hi Christelle," he said with a tinge of anxiety to his voice. "How did you find me?"

"I rang your work and told them I was your cousin from out of town and they told me your address."

"Did they?" he replied in an amused voice.

"Honey is everything OK," came a voice female voice from inside.

Christelle face sunk into sadness.

"Look. If it's a bad time I'll go and give you a ring."

"No. No. It's great to see you. Just a little unexpected," he explained as he opened the door. "Come in and you can tell how you're going."

Christelle glided in on her towering heels, which made her taller than Greg, her carry all in hand.

Standing in the middle of large living area was a curvaceous blond who was wearing an opaque white house coat through which you could just see her black lacy bra and panties.

"Hi Christelle," she said.

"Hi Roxy!" Christelle sparkled.

Greg was stunned!

"You know each other?"

"We do," admitted Roxy.

"Yes I have had the pleasure," agreed Christelle. "In fact it was a great pleasure!"

Greg looked quizzically at the two beautiful women. 

"I think I had better explain," began Christelle. "Roxy was working on my flight when I was coming home from Fiji. She could see I was distressed and took care of me. We got talking about the wonderful time I had with you and that I now had to go home and marry somebody I wasn't sure I loved anymore."

"But I didn't realise that the man she was talking about was you!" Roxy interrupted, moving to clse the distance between Greg and herself.

"Anyway. I was so upset I couldn't bear to go home so Roxy suggested I could stay at her flat until I could get my head together. She was very caring and understanding so that one thing led to another and one night we made love."

"You made love?" asked a confused Greg as he looked from one women to another.

"It was beautiful," confirmed Christelle. 

"Amazing!" confirmed Roxy.

"Then Roxy had to leave for a four day tour for work and allowed me to stay for another two days during which I rang my Dad. We had a long talk and he agreed that my deep confusion was a sign that I shouldn't marry Paul."

"Wow!" gasped Greg.

"I went home to face the music and Dad supported me when I broke the news to Paul."

"That would've been difficult," observed Roxy.

"Well I thought that was how it was going to be. When we met and I told Paul I couldn't go through with the wedding he wasn't upset at all! 'That's alright' he said."

"What a shit!" said Greg.

"I had been destroying myself for weeks trying to reconcile my feelings and in the end I find he didn't care."

"My God Christie! That's terrible!"

"Then a week later I found out that my best friend Amanda had moved in with him!"

"What a bastard! And what a bitch!" Greg swore.

"I was devastated. I went home to stay with Mum and Dad, and as some of the hurt subsided I kept thinking of the wonderful days we had together and so I came today to see if you would want me."

"I had, have strong feelings for you but......!" he hesitated.

"I dressed for you," she said honestly. "My feelings and desire for you is strong."

"When you left I honestly believed I would never see you again. I accepted our time together as a beautiful moment in time and it hurt when you left. When I met Roxy again, I saw it as another beautiful moment in time and grasped it with both hands," he explained with a tremor in his voice. Now I stand in a room with two very beautiful women, both of whom I am deeply attracted to and I don't know what the hell to do. It's makes me sad that I am going to hurt someone who matters to me deeply."

Christelle stood their with tears running from her eyes. Roxy walked over to comfort her.

"Don't cry Christelle. I'm sure we can work it out," she consoled her. Christelle nestled into her shoulder and it Greg could see that the two women clearly had also had feelings for each other.

"You brought clothes with you to move in?" asked Roxy, referring to her large carry all. Christelle nodded.

"Well there's only one solution," proffered Roxy. "I think you should move in."

Greg was stunned.

"I thought you were going to live with me?" queried Greg.

"I am. I wouldn't be anywhere else."

"Well how is Christelle going to move in?"

"She's going to move in too. I mean if she still wants?"

"I'd loved too!" she exclaimed leaning over to kiss Roxy who kissed her back.

Greg stood there stunned as he watched the two women he loved enmesh in a passionate embrace.

"I think you need to come over here," instructed Christelle between kisses with Roxy.

He walked over to the middle of the room where the two women were embraced. As he got close Christelle reached out and took him by the hand and drew him towards them, kissing him deeply.

"I love you Greg," she committed.

"I love you too," he confirmed.

Roxy leaned over to Greg and whispered in his ear.

"I love you Greg."

"I love you too Roxy," he replied. They kissed with great intensity.

She then leaned over to Christelle.

"I love you Christie," she offered.

"I love you too Roxy," and she slid Roxy's house coat from her shoulders and pulled her bra strap down her shoulder so that she could free the bra cup from Roxy's breast.

"I think you should kiss this," she said to Greg. Not needing any further encouragement he lent down and consumed as much of Roxy's breast as he could fit in his mouth.

"Mmmmm," she groaned

As Greg enjoyed the taste of Roxy's breast, Christelle slipped her top over her head before wriggling out of her ridiculously tight skirt and underwear, leaving her wearing only white hold up stockings and her blue high heels. Dropping to her knees, she unzipped Greg's fly and pulled down his under pants and trousers down in one fluid motion, causing his erect member to spring free into the air. Taking it in hand she gave it a sweet little suck before circling her nipples with it's tip.

"Yes I like this a lot," she confirmed as she sucked Greg's cock hungrily.

Roxy was now totally free of any clothes and was fairly tearing Greg's shirt from his body. She crushed her lips onto his, piercing his lips with her tongue, their tongues twisting together like snakes.

Christelle stood to join in the tongue fest, firstly kissing Greg as Roxy relinquished her grip then she kissed Roxy. It was like a tsunami of passion and Greg felt he was being tag teamed like in a wrestling match. Roxy took her turn to give attention to Greg's cock as he devoured Christelle's divine breasts.

The women led Greg to the king size bed where they sensuously lavished his body with delicate kisses, gentle caresses and masterful stroking, his body tingling with wonderful sensations. Roxy and Christelle helped themselves to his mouth, his cock and his hands as they delighted from the touch of his tongue on their clits, his hands on their breasts and his swollen cock inside their pussies. 

Roxy sat on Greg's face as he lay on the bed, groaning as his tongue flicked across her clit. Christelle balanced herself with one still stockinged and shoed leg on the bed, the other on the floor as she stroked and ground Greg's cock reaching a soaring climax..

Then in what seemed an orchestrated manoeuvre, Greg stood to allow Christelle to lie on the bed. The naked Roxy bent over the bed to lick her delectable mound, whilst Greg entered he from behind, making her gasp with his size as he explored the delicious realms of her sex. The room echoed with the sounds of pleasure and the expletives of joy as ecstasy transported the lovers to a blissful crescendo.

And so the triangular tryst was consummated. Greg lay in bed, a beautiful woman nestled in each arm, his head spinning, as he wondered how he came to be in such incredible circumstances. He smiled as he looked at their beautiful faces and recognised the intensity of the feelings that he felt for them and looked forward to the future this unusual relationship would bring.