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Learning to Surf Ch. 01

By: milfdiaries



Chapter One (her)

Finally some relaxation! After what I have been through the past week it's a welcome reprieve. I arrived in the early morning and checked into the nostalgic looking beach hide-away. It looked just as wonderful as the brochure. The privacy of the huts has surfboards for head boards and huge palm ceiling fans. Large airy windows with mosquito netting over them; even the commode had a playful beach theme with little sea shell soaps and real sponge loufa. I placed my things in the drawers and closets looking forward to a long two weeks laying in the sun and enjoying the sunsets right outside my walk-out patio covered in beach sand. 

After unpacking I changed into my new red bikini and black flowered wrap and wandered out to the cabana. The ocean was breath-taking! The salty air and the rolling waves, I breathed deep and sauntered forward. At the cabana bar there was a pad of paper that read: leave your drink order and location here. So, I wrote Wimpy Pina-Colada, wimpy Red bikini girl. Then found a semi shady spot under a gigantic palm tree not too far away.

Kicking up my feet on a lounger I sat back and people watched. There were groups of people descending from the hilltop huts above to enjoy a day on our own private beach exclusively for hotel patrons only. There were some children building sand castles, and others giggling and squealing, running away from the waves. A few old ladies wearing huge straw hats dressed like it was chilly walked down the beach in gaudy studded sandals. They waved as they passed by me and smiled. I waved and smiled back listening to the flip-flop of there sandals beating against their heels, flicking the sand. Behind them followed what appeared to be their spouses gawking in another direction to my far left. They were grinning from ear to ear and stumbling about in an attempt to walk straight. Curiously, I followed their gaze to see what they where grinning about. Not to my surprise, there were four scantily clad young girls looking like they were in their early twenties all dolled up and wearing identical bright lime green bikinis. The blonde bent over her towel with her ass in the air and another blonde straddling a red head rubbing lotion liberally over all her freckled back. She was stretched out on her stomach with no top on playing the tunes on a small portable radio showing a sufficient amount of cleavage. The third was a dark haired gal with her bouncing bosoms falling out of a wet suit while she aggressively waxed a surfboard. 

"Dirty old men," I thought and chuckled out loud accidentally, as I couldn't take my eyes off of them either. Oh to be young again.

The waves were steadily rolling in and another group of young men ran to the waters edge with boogie boards in hand and splashing into the surf. They paddled pretty far out, as I made a mental note to try this on my vacation.

Behind me a masculine snicker was heard over my shoulder and startled me. I sat back and blocked the sun form my eyes as I glanced up and saw this incredibly tanned Adonis standing over me. Platinum blonde hair and sexy mirrored shades covering his eyes, a gleaming white smile and a fabulous muscle bound body! I think he noticed me blushing at the sight of him. Never mind my thought of him laying down on top of me right here and now!

"You like what you see?" He said. I could have sworn he struck a pose. 

Nodding to the girls, "Those underage beach bunnies are here all summer and are much too wealthy for their own good." 

He pointed out at the guys playing in the waves body surfing. "I noticed you watching them; I can teach you how to do that if you want."

"Oh, that is so very kind of you to offer, but I just don't know. Is it dangerous?" I replied reaching for my drink. He seemed to be staring at my tits and still held it out of my reach. 

"You teach?" I asked sitting upright. "Multi-talented then; aren't you the waiter?" 

"This morning I am. My mate has a hang over from last night's beach party. Bloke couldn't get his ass out of bed this morning to work his shift. I run the surf shop." He explained. "I was being kind and decided to help him, so he doesn't lose his job." He said disgruntled and laughed. 

"Anyhow, this allows me to meet beautiful women such as you, now doesn't it?" He stated matter-of-factly in a very sexy British accent and flashed another adorable grin.

Leaning over me, he placed my drink on the table on the far side of the lounge chair. His muscular arms and chest were so close to me I could have bit him. I don't deny the thought crossed my mind to at least lick him. Catching the scent of coconut oil his tanned skin glistened in the sun. As he moved back across me he handed me a large pink beach towel and I thought I saw him flex his muscles in another pose. It's got to be my imagination, not that I minded at all. Lusting after a god like this, was a welcome change to my daily routine. 

"Party last night?" I pouted. "So I arrived a day too late?" 

"Not at all" he said squatting down to my eye level, glancing at my breasts again, and then looking approvingly back at my face. He removed his shades and his glassy blue eyes were mesmerizing. 

"We have staff parties out here almost every night after the hotel patrons drop off into their rooms." 

I responded with a flirty grin, "does this mean hotel patrons aren't allowed to attend?" I watched his arm and chest muscles ripple as he tossed the beach towel over the back of my chair. 

"It's invitation only. We start to gather about dusk at the big blue house over there." He flexed his bicep as he pointed in the direction. 

"It's no secret. You can see the bon fire." He turned back to me and smiled when he said, "Feel free to drop on down to the surf shop and have a drink. Consider this your personal invitation." 

He stood up then and handed me some sun block lotion. Our fingers danced across each other for a moment and I felt a excited chill run down my spine. 

"Can you cover my back please?" I asked, not wanting this beautifully tanned creature to leave just yet. 

Without a word he nodded graciously, uncapped the lotion, and rubbed it between his noticeably large hands. I sat forward to allow him to massage it in. His hands felt cool with the lotion all over them. He massaged quite gently and with a sensual, masterful motion. I giggled at the thought that crossed my mind of "tough work being the bar man here!"

But his large hands felt like he had done this before for many women that come through this place. Moving his hands gently across the span of my shoulders and further down my spine; he unclasped the bathing suit top and made sure he covered every last inch of visible skin that he could respectfully touch. He rubbed his hands together one last time as I sat back trying to clasp my strap and he touched my nose leaving a smudge of lotion there. 

"Be sure to keep that cute nose under wraps, this sun can be treacherous. Now, you will have to excuse me, I wouldn't mind doing your front as well, but I do have to get the shop open." He said very flirtatiously without being offensive in the least. It had to be the accent that made him so charming. 

"Feel free to wander down and visit later. We can discuss your surfing lessons." He winked and wiped the left over lotion on his wash board stomach with the trail of blonde hair leading into his shorts. Placing his shades back over his eyes I could have sworn I saw him 'strut' away. 

Admiring his Bermuda shorts with smiling sharks all over them, they hugged tightly over his taught ass. I laid back enjoyed my drink and thought about taking a walk after a light lunch to definitely check out the surf shop. 

Learning to Surf Ch. 02



Chapter Two (James's story)

I had been working at the ocean for a few months to get away from the grim British winter. The cold and the rain against a grey London backdrop. The dark nights drawing in the mid-afternoon, pitch-black after 4:30 apart from the artificial electric lights of the big city. It had been time for a change. Fast-forward the clock, and here I was; managing the surf store in the resort was a dream, come true for me. I'd get up as the dawn filled the sky with glowing pinks and reds, head down to the beach and catch the first waves on my Malibu board...before the tourists had even got up and had their breakfast. Then I'd do an eight-hour shift in the shack, renting out mainly body boards but sometimes long boards. Sometimes I'd give lessons as well, which was often good fun. In the evening I'd catch a few more waves on my own, or with one of my newfound local friends, and eat at one of the restaurants on the island. Or I'd set up a barbecue and throw on a few fish, freshly hauled out of the azure waters by one of the local fishermen. The staff was good fun, a smattering of Americans, Europeans and locals. We would have parties almost every night, knocking back rum, burning a few logs and playing dance music and reggae until the early hours. 

With all that daily exercise I became fitter than I had been for years. I set up a pull-up bar in the doorway of my room and did sets of 20 pull-ups every morning and night. And with the surfing, I felt more muscular than I had for a while. In the sun every day, I gradually built up a good tan. I was feeling confident and very happy. There were female opportunities; that's for sure. I became friendly with a few of my women-colleagues....and every week there would be groups of tourists wanting to befriend me. 

Thing was though...I had no urge to throw myself into a new relationship, or just sleep with women for the sake of it. I was looking for something a bit more exciting. Plus, the hotel had very strict rules: no fucking the clients....or you would be out on your ear. I kissed one or two of the more attractive visitors, after long rum-fuelled evenings, but didn't take it any further.

Anyway, it was one day in March and Jack, the barman with whom I shared a house, knocked on my door quite early. He's been drinking heavily the night before - and, I suspect, shagging one of the cleaners, a little black girl called Maria - and said he couldn't bear to work that day. So I offered to help him out. I stuck a "closed, back this afternoon" sign on the surf shack and headed down to the beach. I put on my mirrored sunglasses as the light was so bright, even this early in the morning.

I served a few drinks but luckily it wasn't too busy. No hassles. A group of girls were out on the beach....attention-seeking. All were wearing lime-green bikinis and they were making a big show and dance. They were quite young, and not bad looking. They demanded drinks....Coca-cola...and tried to flirt with me as I served them. Should I invite them to the party that evening? I wondered....not sure. A bit spoiled they looked; 'Daddy's little rich girls.' I'd met Paris Hilton wanna-bees and, to be honest, they did my head in with their incessant chatter. 

"I was like, this, and she was like, like", etc, etc. They were playing bad pop on a portable radio. I thought of asking them to turn it off, for the benefit of the other guests.

Meanwhile another woman had come down to the beach and had taken a lounger. She had shoulder-length curly blonde hair and wore a black wrap around herself. When I came closer I could see glimpses of a red bikini underneath. At first I didn't pay her too much attention. Dozens of women came and went at this place, that's the way it is with holiday resorts. You couldn't befriend them all.

There were a couple of men heading into the sea with boogie-boards. Doormats! I chuckled to myself. 

"You like what you see?" said the woman, as I stood near her watching the waves. She thought I was staring at the lime-green party girls. 

"Those under aged beach bunnies are here all summer and are much too wealthy for their own good," I said.

The woman laughed. I wondered if she was on holiday on her own, and what had brought her here. I pointed out at the boys playing in the waves body surfing.

"I noticed you watching them, I can teach you how to do that if you want," I suggested.

She replied "Oh, that is so very kind of you to offer, but I just don't know. Is it dangerous?" 

"Not really," I said. "Those aren't big waves by anyone's standards." I replied. 

"You teach?" She asked sitting upright. "Multi-talented then; aren't you the waiter?" 

I explained that I wasn't the waiter but was looking out for Jack while his body de-toxed those rum cocktails from the night before.

As I spoke to her I thought 'what a sexy accent' she had. I've always had a thing for American women; they seem to have such rich vocals. I couldn't help noticing what a lovely, curvy body she had either. Not like those beanpole girls in the lime outfits. 

I had a little flirt with her, called her "beautiful" in a teasing kind of way. 

Was she alone? Or did she have a husband waiting back in her room. It was hard to tell. 

I leant over her to put the drink on her table, and then gave her a pink beach towel. For the first time in weeks I felt a real attraction...although maybe I was just imagining things. No doubt hubby would turn up in a few minutes.

I thought she was staring at my slim, toned stomach, but couldn't really tell for sure.

"Party last night?" she said, in a manner that I couldn't quite fathom. "So I arrived a day too late?" 

I decided I should invite her up to the house this evening for the staff party. I took off my shades to give her the full blue-eyed gaze and asked her if she wanted to join us....no harm in asking, right?

"It's invitation only. We start to gather about dusk at the big blue house over there." I said.

Lots of tourists arrive at the ocean thinking the sun is the same as at home. Lots of them end up looking like lobsters. I passed the woman some sun block lotion..."you'd better use this," I said.

She asked me to cover her back....I wondered...was she flirting...or was I just a servant to her, a member of staff?

I spread some of the white lotion on my hands, asked her to sit forward, and rubbed some into her upper back. As I eased the cream into her skin I gave little massaging motions on her shoulders and shoulder-blades. I stood back a foot or so that she couldn't feel my groin...I had a semi-erection...but there was no way I would let her see that. Not so easy when I was only wearing Bermuda shorts.

I dabbed some cream on her nose.

"Be sure to keep that cute nose under wraps, this sun can be treacherous. Now, you will have to excuse me, I wouldn't mind doing your front as well, but I do have to get the shop open." I said.

I saw Jack coming down to the beach to take over his duties. So then I headed off back to the surf shop...luckily my erection had gone down...when I got there I unlocked the door, got everything ready. There were no customers for a while, so I just sat on the porch outside. There was a wicker chair and I kicked back with a paperback and waited for someone to turn up. I put some music on the stereo, a bit of Peter Tosh for that genuine beach vibe; "Just sunbathing." Some kids came along and hired boogie-boards. They left. Time passed. It was a few hours later that I saw the familiar red bikini and curvy figure appearing on the track downhill from my surf shack. The American woman had shed her black wrap and I could see her body more clearly than in the morning. Even at a distance I could see how curvy she was, with a big, generous chest. She came nearer...

"Not a great time for your first lesson," I said. "The sun is too high in the sky; you'll get burned to a frazzle."

She said she didn't want a lesson, yet. She just wanted to say hello. So I got her a beer out of the fridge, at the back of the shop, and pulled out another chair. She lowered herself into the seat and we sat together on the porch. I didn't feel particularly chatty but I told her a bit more about the island. As she leaned back to let the sun fall on to her face and neck, I got a good look at her cleavage. As I thought...she had wonderful big tits. As I spoke to her I tried not to let her know that I was looking at that cleavage....wondering what it would be like to touch...with my fingers and my tongue...But I knew that any sexual contact was banned. I would be risking my job. "Where are you from then," I asked...



Learning to Surf Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Her

After I finished my drink, I went back to the room cooled off out of the sun for a while. I went to the main hotel and asked several questions from the concierge about information of what to do on the island. I phoned my best girl friend and let her know I arrived safely and apologized for her not being able to come with me. 

I walked back to my hut on the ocean, sifting through the leaflets about swimming with dolphins, glass submarine rides. These all interested me but fish are fish right? I thought, maybe the snorkeling along the reef might be sort of fun. This reminded me of the fact that I was all alone though and breathed a heavy sigh in both relief and sadness. So, I lifted my chin up and tried to forget the previous week. Feeling hungry I ordered a huge César salad and flipped through the little local television stations. All 4 of them! 

I stretched and yawned from the long flight here; thinking maybe a short nap would be just the thing I needed. I tossed the brochures on the night stand and lay back on the bed. Not really tired enough to sleep, one of the brochures caught my eye. It was the most beautiful photos of the ocean from what appeared to be the view from my window. But then all views must look like this here. I was impressed by the sheer beauty the moment I arrived on the island. The vast expanse of the ocean and the power that it exuded made me truly adore this place. 

Thinking on the flight here and not really wanting to come at all without my fiancé, I decided I was glad I did. As a tear of remorse rolled down my cheek I closed my eyes and listened to the waves beating against beach not too far from the window. I must have dozed off for an hour I guess, it felt great, I woke up so refreshed.

The brochure of the ocean view caught my eye again. I snagged it off the stand and opened it to see that it was the brochure for the "Surf Shack" up the beach. I flipped it over and saw a photo of that tanned god I had met earlier. I just couldn't take my eyes off of him. The photo showed him in a pale blue polo shirt all tanned and smiling, wearing a pair of khaki shorts and bare feet. My stomach did a flip flop of excitement and I think I purred in response to his sexy expression in the picture. Behind him were two other handsome men wearing wetsuits, and holding very colorful surf boards. A very attractive dark haired fellow had a caption under his name that read co-owner and board designer "Dave the Painter." Under the platinum blonde Adonis I had met earlier read Co-owner and Instructor "James the business man." 

"James, eh?" I said out loud in a whisper to myself, "Time to pay this fine lad a visit." 

I pulled my shoulder length blonde curls into a pony tail, put on my shades and bounded out the door for a walk down the beach. I pulled off my sandals and walked casually at the waters edge, the cool ocean waves rapped at my ankles, feeling very soothing after burning them on the hot sand. I spotted the "Surf Shack" after about a five minute walk. Slipping my sandals back on my feet, I moved toward the shack and noticed him sitting with his feet up and those fabulous strong thighs extended out in front of him on a make shift boogie board table. As I approached he smiled nicely and said, 

"Not a great time for your first lesson," he paused looking me up and down. "The sun is too high in the sky; you'll get burned to a frazzle."

I smiled and replied, "I didn't come out here for a lesson, yet. Just figured I would stop in and say hello while out for walk. Check out what kind of trouble I would be getting myself into." God knows I couldn't I say, had to lay my hands upon your golden chest and taste those luscious lips! I was glad I was wearing my shades so he couldn't see what I was really thinking.

He got up and disappeared into the shop. Unable to help it I peeked into the small shack and saw about four dozen boards of various sizes and shapes and colors. Some with fins, some without and one in the corner looked like it was waiting for a paint job. As I backed out to stand on the patio made of more old boards, I noticed the "Surf Shack" sign was made of a board with a huge bite out of it. It looked genuine; I would have to inquire about this. 

To my surprise he came back with a couple Corona's with limes in them. Handing this cool beverage to me, I noticed he even brought back a chair. My intention wasn't to sit and chat but I figured what the hell. 

"Oh, thank you, James," and took a seat. He looked at me quizzically as to how I knew his name.

I sipped the beer and stared out, for a moment neither of us spoke. I dropped my head back to feel the sun on my face and neck. I felt so nice compared to the cold winter I would have gotten back home this time of year. I was glad I fake baked before I came down here. No tan line is always a nicer look when you get sun freckles like a child. 

He began to speak in a very masculine soft voice about the island. Telling me about the volcanic eruptions that created the island and the disintegrating reefs and a little about the natives and the colorful local fish. Honestly, I don't remember a whole lot of the actual conversation because I was entranced by the accent that I found was so sexy I felt my nipples getting hard at the sound of his smooth transition from this topic to that. I did catch him say something about a nightclub at the next resort over that had a live reggae band that played on the weekends and another about a mile down that served the greatest crab dish that was to die for.

"Where are you from then," he asked. 

"I live the U.S., Michigan to be exact. "It's very chilly up there this time of year." I replied, "What about you?"

He spoke of his town that he lives in near London and the winters being brisk there also. He explained that he comes down during the winter months since he can work from the house up on the hill. He catches waves and helps his buddy run this shack during the heavy tourist seasons. 

"So this isn't a half bad way to spend a few months; sitting at the ocean shore line drinking beers and surfing all day." I continued. "What is it that you do James, back home?" 

"I am a journalist." He stated, leaning forward towards me, I thought for a split second that he was going to kiss me he was so close. My heart thumped, hard. He looked like he wanted to ask something else, but changed his mind and said,

"What brings you down here?"

"It's a very long story...." I was cut off by two guys walking up and inquiring about renting some boards and asking about lessons etc.

I finished my beer and looked at my watch. We had been lounging there talking for over an hour chatting easily. Very nice company, I thought to myself, trying to keep my mind from wandering to envisioning his hands all over my body. He got up and showed them inside the shack. 

"I had better get going and let you get back to work." I said standing up and passing him the beer bottle. 

"Thanks for the drink." I started to walk away, when he grabbed my hand and held it firmly. They were smooth very strong hands, and my skin got goose bumps at his touch. A powerful surge of lust overcame me. He moved in real close so that I could feel his breathe tickle my ear. I think I felt him sniff my hair when he asked me in a whisper. 

"You will come down tonight?" 

I didn't understand why the whispers, but the sensations of his breathe on my neck drove my face to blush, and my knees feel weak. 

"I wouldn't miss it." I whispered back in his ear. He let go of my hand and I unconsciously ran my fingertips up the side of his arm resting it on shoulder and turned to walk away. I wandered off slowly feeling his eyes on me for a few seconds, and then I could hear the shop talk of surf and waves and the ocean with excitement for his new prospects. 

I picked up a few sea shells as I made my way back to the hut. I collapsed on the bed and lay there thinking what in world just happened. My body felt very sexually alert and wanting of this stranger that didn't even know my name! 

I stripped down and hopped into the shower. I washed the sand out of my hair and ran my fingers over my hard nipples being drowned by warm water. I soaped up my body scrubbing all of the lotion off of my skin, then rinsed and touched myself between my thighs. I groaned at the pleasure building there and caught my thoughts moving back to this morning when he leaned across me and the scent of him. Then this afternoon when he was close our bodies were pressed against each other as he whispered in my ear. This is when it occurred to me that he grabbed my hand and pulled me against him on purpose. This didn't occur to me at the time because I liked the feel of his naked chest against my breasts. 

I felt the water get warmer as I spread my legs and slipped my fingertips down my belly to massage my clit. The intense sensation built so quickly that I was wet instantly between my thighs. Inserting my first and middle fingers into the wet warmth of my womanhood and my thumb to rub my clit, it didn't take long before I was shaking from my waist to my knees surrendering to such an intense pleasure I had to hold the wall of the shower so I wouldn't fall down. How nice it would be to find a secluded water fall on this island I thought to myself. With one last heavy breathe and a gasp I let out a shutter and a breathy scream as my orgasm rampaged through my body. I had to stand there holding myself steady under the streaming hot water for a few moments to get my balance back.



Learning to Surf Ch. 04



Chapter 4 (him)

I enjoyed chatting to the American, she was really bright and witty and there were no awkward pauses in the conversation. I told her about the island, and some of the local "characters." It was strange, really. She seemed quite flirty, and she knew my name. That was weird. But when I looked down at her left hand she was wearing an engagement ring. Not available? I felt a slight twinge of disappointment. Why was she there on her own? Had they fallen out? Was she wearing it to bat off unwanted predators? I could see why she might get a lot of attention. Her face was pretty and open, and her hair was a lovely wheat color. When she smiled it was really very cute. We downed a Corona under the hot sun and just chatted. Sometimes we sat there in silence, just enjoying the view. From the shack you can see the green mountains in the distance and a vast expanse of rich blue where the sea stretches out to the horizon. I told her about the reggae club and she showed some interest...maybe I would take her there one evening, if nothing else was going on. But then again, what about the fiancée?

After a while she stood up to go. 

"I had better get going and let you get back to work." she said, standing up and passing me the empty bottle. As she left I teased her for a second by holding her hand. 

"You are still coming tonight," I asked. 

"I wouldn't miss it." she whispered back in my ear definitely flirting. 

As she left she traced a line along my bicep to my shoulder with her finger. I wondered quite what was going on here. Suddenly I realized: I didn't know her name. She was from....Minnesota...or was it Missouri....I realized I didn't know so much about her. 

A few hours later the sun was lower in the sky and I decided to close up the shop and head out for a surf. I walked for a while up to the far side of the beach where there would be fewer swimmers in the way. No wetsuit...God how I loved being in this tropical paradise. Just wearing shorts, I paddled out beyond the breaking waves and lay on my board, waiting to catch a few rides. As I lay in the warm water I thought back at the American and wondered what she was up to. Was she interested in me? Or was she just bored. I wanted to spend some more time with her. Maybe she'll come to the party, I thought, or I could take her for a hike up to the waterfall. Then we would have some time together. As I thought about her large, firm tits I could feel my cock swelling up inside my shorts, pressing hard against the board. I imagined what it would be like to remove her bra, so, so slowly, and touch those breasts for the first time. 

Luckily a set of waves started to emerge from the sea behind me, and I was distracted. Took some nice right-handers, good clean four-foot swell, and gave it a good hour or so of surfing. It is so mellow to be out there, alone, surrounded by ocean and sky, watching the sun drifting even lower. 

Back at the house, and I fixed up a fresh black coffee and rolled myself some Golden Virginia, kicked back in my room listening to music and puffing on my rolly. It was still a few hours before the party and I thought I'd freshen up.

I turned on the shower in my bathroom, slipped out of my shorts and had a quick glance in the mirror, tanned, toned and happy. 

"You're one vain bastard," I said to myself. 

I stood under the cascade of hot water, soaping myself up with lime shower gel, rubbing it all over my shoulders, chest and washboard stomach. I made sure I stroked myself between my buttocks, over my cock and under my armpits to wash the soap away. My dick was standing up hard again. Was it the sun, or the beer? I started thinking about how it would feel to rub more suntan lotion over the American. This time, however, it would not just be on her back and shoulders...but further a field. As I imagined this, I started to stroke my hard cock up and down. The hot water from the shower was pouring down my neck and body. I imagined that I was moving her bikini top to one side, and lowering the material over her tits, rubbing more of the creamy white liquid over her chest and nipples. In my imagination, she was on a sun bed on the beach, in full view of other tourists. I wondered if her nipples would harden as I rubbed the cream into her skin. (Still, in the shower, I was working my fist up and down my erection, thinking about her). Then I would apply more cream to her stomach, then her feet and up her legs....spreading the cream upwards....rubbing it into her thighs and around her buttocks. Maybe she would let me rub it between her legs? This thought was too much for me, and I started to spray streams of cum. There was hot white liquid all over the wall, and my fingers, and dripping on to the floor of the shower. Still the hot water kept falling on to my face and body, as I shuddered to a climax. 

I stepped out, toweled myself down, and started to get dressed for the evening; tight slim jeans and a white shirt; no underpants. Just flip-flops on my feet. I put on some Issey Miyake aftershave and put gel in my hair. I could hear some sounds next door. That meant my housemate was back, and it wouldn't be long before we hit the rum cocktails. There was more than one voice; his voice, and some female ones. I couldn't tell, but it sounded like the lime-green bikini girls.

"You there?" I asked through the door. "What's going on? Time to get the party started, right?"



Learning to Surf Ch. 05



Chapter 5 (her)

Stepping out of the shower I coated every last inch of little tan skin with vanilla lotion. I decided to dress sexy that evening in a pink strappy top and black mini. With my hair down and straight, I lightly applied some makeup to accent my green eyes and pink lips. Looking in the mirror satisfied, I closed the door behind me and walked to "The Dock."

"The Dock" was a restaurant that served meals at all hours of the day or night. It was on the main strip on the top of the hill behind the main hotel. The sun was setting and my stomach was growling for sustenance. Listening to the rustles of people strolling by and the smell of seafood in the air, the young lime green bikini girls form the beach earlier were finishing their meal and discussing where they would waste away their evening. I couldn't help but overhear them; they were sitting at the next table over. 

The blonde said, "I can't wait to hook up with the dark hair guy that paints the boards in the shop." 

The other blonde replied, "No I don't think so, he's mine!" She paused and then stated matter-of-factly, "We could always share," and winked.

The dark haired girl and the red head glared at them like they were crazy. "It's the blonde that we want!" they said at the same time. I wondered to myself if they all shared the same brain?

I watched them get up from the table as the waiter brought me my glass of chardonnay. They were dressed to kill with dangerously short minis and young perky breasts peeking out from under very tight fitting halter tops. They must, all share the same brain, I giggled to myself, because the minis were exactly the same and the tops too, despite they each wore a different color.

The dark haired girl playfully shoving the red head said "I get first dibs on James, I am 6 months older than you and I don't do sloppy seconds!" 

One of the blondes lit a cigarette trying to look more mature than she really was and then like a gaggle of geese they clucked their way towards the blue house down the road. 

I began to think twice about my invitation to the party. I can't compete with these wild young beauties. My meal appeared and the large bowl of lobster bisque and a side salad was delicious. I found it hard to eat with my thoughts wandering back to James and his incredible body and gorgeous smile. My tummy tingled at the thought of spending an evening near him. My diamond ring was glowering back at me when I glanced down. I thought to myself, not real bright there Amelia, he probably noticed it and now doesn't want to do anything with me. Maybe that's why he seemed flirty but then stopped? I wondered to myself. 

I walked back to my room at dusk, removed the ring and hid it in the suitcase pocket. Trying to get up the courage to take the next few steps on my own, I decided to walk on the beach and make up my mind. I snagged a bottle of water out of the mini fridge and held my sandals in the other hand, and forced myself to move forward. 

The night air was warm and breezy. The walk was pleasant along the calm water. I arrived at the house and heard loud music and saw people moving around inside. Summing up the courage, I took a deep breathe and stepped onto the back patio and peered inside. There were people everywhere. I recognized a couple of the guys smoking a joint by the railing as the ones that carried my luggage to my hut. They looked very surprised to see me and not too thrilled. I smiled as kindly as I could and winked at them. 

"It's ok." I said "I won't tell a soul." 

I moved closer to them and they offered me a hit. I accepted it even though I don't really smoke that often. But I didn't want to be rude and got the feeling that I wasn't supposed to be here. I need to fit in, I figured.

The short one with messy brown hair and striking green eyes said, "We don't usually socialize with the guests." 

The taller one was wearing a ball cap and was cute in a boyish way replied "It's forbidden for us to do anything with them. We could lose our jobs." 

"Well, maybe I should go then?" I said. "but...a guy named James asked me to come."

"Lucky bastard, why does he always get dibs on the hot ones?" He told the short one as if I wasn't even standing there. I felt their eyes move up and down my body rest on my tits with an envious look in their eyes. 

"Uh, I'm standing right here guys." I laughed pointing at my face. 

They were too high to understand this concept and decided to go start the bon fire. I stood by the railing a little while longer and watched more people go into the house and few come out. Three really buff guys came around the side of the house each with a small keg on their shoulders; they too went to down to the fire. 

I turned to take a look at the house. Blue it was! A bright pale blue that even in the night and flicker of the bon fire it couldn't be missed. It had gable roofs and a wrap around porch. Much like a Queen Anne Victorian, but with an island twist to it. I followed the porch around the side and stopped every now again to let small groups of people pass by me. I made it to the front door which stood wide open with loud music coming out of it. I smiled at the resemblance this scenario was to my college years at the frat house parties. The people were about the same ages too.

I wandered in and saw the most beautiful architecture; someone had really taken good care of this place. I moved to the right where there was a table covered with exotic fruits and dips with veggies; seafood and shish-kabobs and bowls of various flavors of crackers and crisps. I was impressed, quite a spread. I couldn't imagine catering an affair like this every night. More people moved through the dining room dropping items on the table to contribute to the feast. It now made sense and I thought maybe I should've brought something. But it seemed there was plenty to go around. 

I walked through the industrial designed kitchen and then toward the back of the house where I heard music and more voices. It was beginning to get crowded in here. The room I entered next was covered with surfing paraphernalia and there was a huge bar at one wall and a fireplace at the other. I still hadn't seen my host. I wondered where James had run off to. 

I chatted with the girl behind the bar for a bit and a couple other men that had come over to say hello. I did a shot of tequila with a gal named Bridget who giggled non stop and flirted viciously with the fellow standing next to me. I was having fun meeting new people and admiring the structure of this gorgeous house. 

"It gets even better upstairs!" Bridget exclaimed. "Come on, I'll show you!" 

We walked up the creaky stairs to the second floor; this is when I noticed that this is definitely a bachelor's pad. It was clean and well kept, but sparse and unromantic for the vintage of the home. We passed one room with nothing but a dresser and four beds like a dorm room. The next was a commode with the smell of after shave that was sexy and familiar. The room at the end of the hall was the muffled sounds of laughing and giggling girls. I knew those laughs; that was the young, perky brat pack from the restaurant.

Bridget opened the door and we saw two girls lying on the bed and a naked pair of male feet sticking out from underneath them. It was the red head and the dark haired girl laughing and giggling. The red head had no top on and the other was teasing that her breasts might fall out. I peeked quickly to check out the room. A peek couldn't hurt, if it was a quick one. I didn't want to interfere with there their play time. They looked at the door and said together I unison "sorry sweetie this room is taken." This confirmed my suspicions that they shared the same brain. 

I glanced around quickly and noticed a laptop on a makeshift surfboard for a desk and the smiling shark shorts in top of a hamper in the corner. I could smell the coconut lotion from the beach that caught my breath. I blushed and apologized for intruding, then quickly closed the door. Not before noticing a glimpse of blonde hair and a strong masculine hand grab the ass of one of the twits. I quickly turned heel and went down the stairs. I was embarrassed for barging in like that and was a bit ticked that it wasn't me. I felt like I was betrayed, but who was I? Just some girl he invited to a big party and flirted with a little on the beach. I was disappointed in him, though, especially after his comment about the girls at the beach that morning and now a little sorry that I came. 

I wandered out to the bon fire and pledged not to reenter the house again that night to avoid any further embarrassment. I danced with hot young stallions and drank in excessive amounts. I chatted; flirted, danced and smoked with several of them for what could have been 1-2 hours. Later I caught sight of James out of the corner of my eye. He was walking alone down to the bon fire looking very tousled.



Learning to Surf Ch. 06



Chapter six (him)

When I came out of my room I saw Jack in the corridor with a handful of girls around him. Jack's a bit of a bad boy, short dark hair, conventionally handsome. Taller than me, and I'm six feet. When there's action on the island he's normally involved. 

"Come join us in the lounge," he said, "we've got music, pot, girls, what else do we need?" 

The girls giggled and I took a closer look at them. They were the airheads from the beach who I'd noticed earlier. Two blonde, one brunette, and a very cute one with red hair. As they walked past I made a mental note of the redhead's curvy ass and good legs. They were young, though. Much younger than me or Jack. 

In the lounge I got my guitar out and started strumming a few songs, I wasn't in the mood for talking so much. Jack was busy showing off, telling jokes and stories. We had already laid out a big table full of various foods to eat later. We got out a crate of ice-cold lager and I gave one of the blondes some skunk for her to make some joints. She didn't seem to know how, so I took the weed back off her and rolled a couple of large ones. As they got passed around everyone became progressively merrier. 

These girls weren't the sharpest tools in the box though. They were only 19, on their first holiday away from their families. Their hobbies seemed to consist only of shopping, talking, shopping, talking on their mobiles, and bitching. At the same time, I couldn't help noticing how fit they were. They had that "young woman" thing where everything was taut, tight and bouncing. Plus, they were really very flirty. The brunette, Jacqui, kept asking me to play her favorite songs. REM, Chili Peppers, that kind of thing. We sang along together and the redhead joined in. Jacqui, I noticed, had really good breasts, not huge but very firm and quite tanned. The girls had only been on the island a few days but had clearly spent a lot of time in the sun. 

Jack left for a while and came back with a tray of Mojitos full of rum, ice and fresh mint. We downed them and I started to feel quite heady. I noticed that the redhead, Sophie, had a hand on my right leg and was stroking me...while pretending that nothing was going on. Jacqui, meanwhile, was leaning forward so I could see down her little tiny top. All the girls were wearing similar miniskirts which showed off their legs. 

True, the girls were hot. No doubt about it. But I wondered where the American woman was, the one from earlier. I'd invited her over and wanted to spend the evening with her. But the party was starting and she wasn't here....Half a dozen more people turned up and joined us on the alcohol. I put the guitar away and put some good tracks on the stereo, loud banging party music. At some point, meanwhile, Sophie...who was sat right next to me....put her mouth to my ear and asked me to show her around the house. 

"Sure," I said. "Although, there's not an awful lot to it, it's just a house." 

She laughed as if I had said something genuinely hilarious. "Jacqui is coming to," she said. 

As she whispered she blew gently into my ear. That is something I find incredibly horny. A few minutes later and the three of us were wandering around the blue house. I showed them the closet, and Jack's room, with its four beds, and then the kitchen. 

"That's where you can make my breakfast in the morning," I joked. We went on to the patio, and I introduced them to some of the guests who were starting to turn up in dribs and drabs.

Soon we were walking up the stairs to my bedroom and I wondered what was going on. Were they a pair of teen prick-teasers? Or was something very exciting about to happen?

As we entered the room, Jacqui threw herself on to the bed. "I'm feeling a bit high," she giggled. "I want to lie down. Why don't you two join me here?" 

I took my shirt off and sat on the side of the bed. The brunette held me by the shoulders and pulled me down next to her. 

"I want you," she said. "Hunk." 

In the corner of my eye I could see Sophie pulling her top over her head. As I watched, she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. Jacqui reached up to my mouth and started to kiss me. I noticed that she had bright red lipstick on. We kissed hard, her tongue slipping into my mouth as I sucked on hers. By now I could see that Sophie had removed her bra. Her cute tits stood erect as she clambered on to the bed next to us. Size C, I reckoned, perky and firm. 

Suddenly the door flew open. Who the hell was that? I couldn't see too clearly, what with the two girls almost on top of me. But I could hear an American voice. Shit, I thought! That's the one...the one I like....what if she sees me here! That will ruin everything. It was too late. I saw her face in the doorway, and then watched her disappear out of sight. For a moment I felt a lurch in my stomach. I'd screwed that up, for sure. 

At the same time, I still had Jacqui's tongue in my mouth, and I could feel a hand reaching down to between my legs. It was Sophie the redhead who reached into my shorts and pulled out my cock, now fully erect. I, meanwhile, started to fondle her little tits, stroking her nipples as they hardened. 

"I want you to go down on Jacqui," said Sophie, as she ran her soft hand up and down my shaft. "And I want to watch." 

Jacqui still had her little top on as she lay back on the bed and Sophie and I undid her miniskirt and pulled it down over her legs. I positioned myself on the bed in front of her, and put my head between her thighs. 

Normally I would build up slowly, but this was so fucking horny, I couldn't help myself. She was only wearing a little black g-string which bisected her dark, neat pussy. As I started to lick her I noticed that she was already quite aroused....she was damp...and I could smell her rich feminine aroma. While I ran my tongue up and down her labia, I felt Sophie's hands still rubbing up and down my cock. Looking down, I could see the redhead take my dick into her mouth. God it felt good as she ran her tongue over my purple cock head and took it into her face.

I, meanwhile, was licking Jacqui's clit quite hard, then her lips and down to her ass and up again. She was getting wetter and wetter as I slipped one, and then two, fingers into her hole. Her face was a sight, concentrating on me as I gave her pleasure. Watching, in rapture, I pumped her harder with my fingers until I felt her contract around them. She felt really tight, and I wondered what she would be like to fuck properly. At the same time I felt a twinge of guilt. This should be the American woman in bed with me, not these two silly girls. 

Jacqui came noisily, grunting, moaning, and really vocal. I got up from between her legs and went to see to Sophie. 

As I kissed her I could taste my own cock juices in her mouth and on her lips. I told her to get on her hands and knees on the bed so that I could give her the fucking she deserved. She quickly complied. I almost ripped her skirt down her thighs in my hurry to get into her. Sophie reached back and held her buttocks apart while I quickly fingered her. It didn't take long...she was already dripping. Seizing her ass, I held the end of my dick against her pussy and thrust inside. In, out, in out, I pumped her for what seemed like ages. Jacqui was lying next to us, watching. 

Occasionally she would reach out her hand and touch my dick as I penetrated her friend. She seemed fascinated, as if watching a porn film. Sophie was good. Really tight, and she moved her ass in a very sexy way as I pushed into her. With my left hand, I took some of her juices and started to rub it into her puckered asshole. For a while I just rested the head of my thumb against the tight orifice. Then, when I felt her relaxing, I pushed the whole thumb into her. This seemed to be enough to push her over the edge. As she tightened up, I could feel my orgasm building in my balls. 

"I'm cumming," I gasped. "Me too," she said. Her vagina gripped me as I shed spurt after spurt into her. I rolled back on to the bed, gasping. 

"Jacqui, I want you to do me a favor," I told the dark haired teen. "I want you to lick my spunk out of your friend's pussy." 

This was kind of a joke. I mean, I didn't really expect her to do it. But quite willingly, Sophie lay back on the bed, on her back, with her legs wide open. Her red hair was sprayed out all over the pillow. White cum was trickling out of her hole onto the duvet. Jacqui was soon lying in front of her, lapping at her like a cat. This was enough to get me hard again, within seconds.....and I positioned my erection at Jacqui's dark pussy and every so slowly pushed it into her. I noticed how tight her buttocks were in my hands, and how neat her little dark hairy pussy was. There I was, fucking her from behind as she licked her friend clean....



Learning to Surf Ch. 07



Chapter 7 (her)

I woke up the next morning with an extreme hang over and dying of thirst. The sun gleamed through the gauzy fabric over the windows and hit me right in the face. I moaned and cursed as I tried to roll over. When I did, James was laying right there next to me. Spooning me, I didn't move. Quickly trying to remember last night, I felt his breathe on my neck, in my hair and the warmth of his arm embracing my waist. He was sound asleep, I glanced at the clock it was 8 am. Damned internal clock I thought. 

I shifted a little and noticed he wasn't naked laying there just in a comfy pair of draw string lounge pants. They were riding very low on his hips and I could make out the thickness of his cock by following the blonde hair to his groin. Man he looked hot lying there with no shirt on and his bleached blonde hair against that tanned skin. I soaked the image of him in. His wash board stomach, tones muscular arms, and that masculine sexy haven't shaved shadow. My head swam, from the drink? I wondered what to do. What I wanted to do was to just roll him over and mount him. But he looked so peaceful. 

Trying to sort things out I lay there a minute longer feelings his warmth on my naked skin. In alarm looked down at me and noticed I was laying in just bra and panties. I looked around the room for any sign of "action" from the night before. Not that I could sense anything awry; I think my chaste was still in tact. Damn, he looked so yummy lying there, and smelled so good. I wiggled free, very quietly trying not to wake him up. I top-toed to the bathroom and washed my face and hopped in the shower. 

Then it all came crashing back. The dinner at "The dock" and the walk to the big blue house on the hill, meeting Bridget, what a nice girl; then remembering the sight of him half naked on the bed with those bimbos from the beach. I remembered walking out to the bon fire and dancing and flirting with several of the cuties at the party. I was offered another beer and another shot; then, it went all foggy. 

I recalled seeing James come down the path to the beach area and saying something to me about going home because I was trashed. I vaguely recall arguing with him about not wanting to leave and he was being a party pooper. The memory faded back out again. 

Man what a night! I took 2 aspirin and peeked into the bedroom to check on him lying in my bed. I downed a whole bottle of Evian and thought, did something happen? 

Nah, couldn't have, I was way too plastered. I tossed on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and sat back on the bed just watching his heavy breathing make his body seem childlike in deep slumber. He stirred a little and I saw one eye open to look at me. 

"You know, it's rude to stare." He said in a deep sexy morning man voice. 

"How...Why...What...are you doing here?" I tried to say very confused.

"You were drunk." He sat up on one arm and rubbed his eyes and stretched like a cat.

"That doesn't answer how you came to be in my bed..." I tap him on the shoulder, hard but playful. 

"I didn't cum in your bed, or anywhere else for that matter." I helped you back here, and was very much the gentleman. "You asked me not to leave and I stayed."

None of this was coming back to me. 

"So did we...did you...we didn't..." I stammered rubbing my temples. 

"No, I don't rape women when they are intoxicated." He said irritated but sat up noticing I was in pain and pulled me toward him. "Come on, lay down I'll help you with your headache." 

I cautiously moved forward and lay on my back staring at him, wondering if he was telling the truth. But my head ached so badly, I didn't have the strength to put up a fight. 

"Shhhhh....close your eyes" He whispered. He folded my hands on my stomach and picked up the phone. He ordered an omelet and juice then massaged my head. It was very erotic feeling his hands gently move across my face and temples. His fingers fanned through my hair and I could feel the tension start to fall away. I felt the warmth and weight of his body press against mine as he tenderly rubbed the tension away. 

I mumbled, "are you sure you're not a masseuse?" My eyes still closed, loving the attention of his strong gentle hands on my head and neck.

"Now tell me..." He teased "we slept together and I don't know your name."

"Amelia" I whispered.

"Ok Amelia, where is your traveling mate?" He paused, "Now that I know that you are here alone, what is a beautiful girl form America doing so far away from home alone in paradise?"

"This is my honeymoon." I sighed deep. Keeping my eyes closed I explained, "I was to be married 4 days ago. I caught him fucking someone else the morning of our wedding." I paused. Turned over on my stomach and hugged the pillow. "I couldn't just lose all the money here in, what did you call it...? Paradise...go to waste. I invited my best friend to come with me. Her doctor told her she can't travel because she is 7 months pregnant. So I am here...alone." 

James didn't say anything for a long time. Just kept running his hands through my hair and running his fingertips over my cheeks. I didn't cry. My head hurt too much and I was exhausted of shedding tears over such an asshole. 

"So, now you know." 

He stopped massaging and rolled me toward him. I opened my eyes and a single tear escaped and rolled down my cheek. He touched his lips to it and it disappeared. He held me in his arms but didn't say a thing. I noticed compassion and tenderness there in his eyes. It was a knowing sadness, empathy. He laid his soft lips on my chin then kissed me on my forehead. My body responded with a quiet moan and I blinked very slowly. His hand ran across my cheek and down the side of my face. I turned my whole body to look at him as he rose up on his arms hovering above me. Lowering himself very slowly he stared into my eyes and placed his lips very softly on mine. As if waiting for my approval and not feeling any reason to stop he pressed his mouth on mine gently again. My whole body shuddered and I had immediate goose bumps all over. 

Almost completely his larger frame covering mine, I sunk deeper into the mattress feeling the weight of him. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me again deeper this time. My body responded by parting my lips and feeling his mouth fully cover mine. He shifted a little moving upwards and parting his lips so I could feel the tip of his tongue enter my lips cautiously. I drew in a breath and surrendered a little more. I don't remember ever being kissed so slowly, so sensually. My whole body tingled with pleasure I could feel myself become damp. He lay there on me, caressing my face, repeating these small tender kisses, and our bodies had intertwined. The look in his eyes was no longer empathetic. No, now I saw a glazed hungry look, the look of lust, and yet smiling knowing he was given the go ahead. 

I feel his thick cock hard against my thigh and small pulsing motion from his hips. I responded; my arms automatically went up around his neck and pulling him in closer I found myself pulsing back against him. Our kisses parted so we could gasp for air, but came back together immediately; the heat between us building. My hands found here way touching his bare skin on his chest. Playing across the small bits of curls and feeling his finely toned muscles ripple. Our tongues grew inpatient teasing and pushing against each other. His hands ran back through my hair and I whimpered. This seemed to excite him all the more because his kisses grew stronger, more demanding. His cock grew harder and the pulsing from his hips grew firmer. Our breathing was heavy and I was feeling very hot from the blood pumping through me so quickly in response to his demand. His hand moved to my breast and his fingers gently slid over my t-shirt and bra covered nipples. I gasped. He charged at me with his mouth again drowning me in firm kisses thrusting his tongue into mine as I sucked at it in response. 

His body moved completely on top of mine and his now very large cock was pressed against the outside of my shorts fighting to get in. I unconsciously squeezed my thighs around his very trim waste as we lay grinding into each other. He touched my breast again, this time I was expecting it, and I moaned in pleasure not wanting him to stop. His hand slid under my t-shirt and he cupped my large bosom fully with both hands. His face lit up; he got excited like he just received a new toy at Christmas. I could barely breathe as he nibbled at my chin and then on my neck; biting and licking, very slowly tasting me. My head tipped upwards to allow him to nibble more on my neck. Dear god I thought I would just scream! The way he knew how to play me; he gained favorable whimpers and cries as he bit firmly on my neck and teased me with his lips and with his tongue. My back arched under his playfulness of his fingertips dancing across my nipples pinched under the lace of my bra. 

I raked my fingernails down his back to his sides, firmly down his biceps which seemed to give him even more energy as he pushed harder to enter me. His lips tenderly explored my neck and my chest, he tried to slip my t-shirt over my head; and I thought I heard a knock at the door. No, it was in my head; my heart pounding in lust for this gorgeous creature trying to make love to me. 

There it was again, harder this time, and then again. 

"Fuck" James said in my ear softly. "I ordered you breakfast. I can't stay, if I'm caught here, I'm busted." 

"I'll be right there!" I shouted toward the door, very aggravated for being so rudely interrupted. 

I tugged my shirt down and tucked my hair behind my ears as I tried to sit up. 

James, like a rabbit bounded off the bed and was in the bathroom before I realized he even touched the floor. I glanced in the mirror as I passed and saw a very flushed me. I gave the door an irritated look and answered it with a smile. One of the guys I had met last night pushed in a trolley with my breakfast on it. He casually looked around and smiled a fake but pleasant good morning and was gone. 

When I knocked on the bathroom door to let James know he was gone. The door opened slightly by itself and James...was gone.



Learning to Surf Ch. 08



Chapter 8 (him) 

I had not had sex for weeks and now I had two young women in bed with me. This was quite a treat and I made full use of it. By now Jacqui was crouched on her knees, her face between her friend's legs. She reached behind her to hold her labia open, enabling me to push my now hard dick into her. She was so wet and open that I slipped all the way inside her in just a couple of strokes. Looking down, I could see her slurping and licking at Sophie's pussy. Sophie had her legs wide open, displaying her young hole, surrounded by a thicket of bright red pubic hair. Jacqui's face was mashed against this, licking hard and sucking on her friend's clit and lips. It was great to grip the brunette's buttocks and plough in and out of her. Occasionally she would give my dick a squeeze with her pussy muscles. "You are so fucking tight, you hot girl," I told her, as I sank my straining erection back between her dark lips. As I pulled my wet cock out I noticed that it had a couple of white globules of pussy juice on it. She was obviously quite turned on. By now she was working one finger into her friend's hole and another into Sophie's anus. She was pushing these two fingers in and out, in a sawing motion, while licking her clit. Sophie now had her eyes closed and was breathing deeply in a heavy, aroused manner. 

"Okay, time to swap positions," I told the girls. I lay down on the bed on my back, and told Jacqui to mount me. She happily held her dark pussy open and lowered herself on to my cock, staring down on to me with a wicked look in her eyes. I motioned for Sophie to climb on to my face, which she did, almost as if in slow motion. As Jacqui started to fuck me, her breasts swaying up and down, I watched Sophie's bottom descend towards my face, blocking out the ceiling light. Soon her red, hairy pussy was on my face, and i reached out my tongue to lick her. She was grinding herself down on to me, willing me to lick deeper and deeper into her pussy. I remember how wet her pubes were from her arousal and from Jacqui's mouth. Still I could feel Jacqui working her pussy lips on my hard tool. I shifted my face away from Sophie's pussy and towards her arse. Her anus was slightly open from where the brunette had been fingering her. I reached up and licked around the puckered hole. She shuddered as I forced my tongue into her forbidden passage. I could hear her sighing with pleasure at the unusual sensation. Even from beneath her tight bottom I could see what was going on above. The girls were leaning across and kissing each other full on the mouth. I was kissing, licking and sucking all over Sophie's pussy, clit and arse. 

This was enough for me, and I felt my balls contract as I shot my load full into Jacqui's snatch.

Suddenly, I had a moment of clarity. What on earth was i doing here with these two girls when I was supposed to be on a date....was it a date?....with the curvy American woman.

I made some excuses - "got to get a drink of water" - threw on a pair of trousers and headed out of the room. I had to find her. Christ, what was I thinking? No one in the building had seen her. What if she'd picked up someone else. Maybe she was being fucked, right now, by another man. I cursed my stupidity. I'd let her get away. 

I headed out into the warm tropical night air and walked down to the bonfire. There was a small cluster of people, drinking and laughing under the stars. Light from the bonfire lit up their faces in a warm red glow. Incredibly, she was still there. Chatting to some of the work guys. She looked incredible, beautiful and curvy, maybe a bit drunk though. She was leaning on one of the lads to try to stay upright. 

I decided to take control. "She doesn't look so good, man," I told him. "Maybe it's time for her to turn in." The man protested...."We're just having some fun, dude," he complained. She smiled and agreed. "I'm okay here, thanks. Why don't you go and hang out with your new teen friends?" But she looked a bit unsteady on her feet. I insisted. Apart from anything else, I didn't trust her new pal not to take advantage of her state. "Party's over for you," I said.

With that I put an arm around her shoulder and told her we were heading back to her home. "No funny business," I said. "I just want to make sure you fall asleep in the right place." Looking up at me, she smiled. "Of course.....James", she said, slurring slightly. 

It was slow progress getting back to her beach hut. Occasionally she stumbled on a root or a rock on the path. I held her with one arm and escorted her, gentleman-style, to her room. I was still quite drunk and stoned myself. I was still thinking about the two 19-year olds. Yes, it was hot. Red hot. But so stupid. 

At the woman's hut, she told me she was feeling very sleepy and didn't want to walk any more. So I picked her up, one hand on her shoulders and one under her arse, and carried her into the room, laying her gently on the bed. She stirred. "Lie with me," she said. "Please."

I didn't need asking a second time, and got on to the bed next to her, pressing the light switch off. In the dark, i could see the shape of her on the bed, lying next to me. She looked so innocent, asleep almost straight away. I touched her side with my hand, holding it there a second or two. I could hear her breathing in the quiet of the dark. There was the distant sound of waves from the beach beyond. I pressed myself against her, put an arm over her, and....

When I woke up, light was streaming into the room. My mouth was dry, and for a second I didn't know where I was. Then I remembered. HER room. Did anything happen last night? I didn't think so. I opened my eyes properly. There on the bed next to me was this gorgeous creature. She was wearing just a cream frilly bra and matching panties. She looked so curvy, like a Rubenesque beauty from the 18th century. Her gorgeous blonde locks of hair were tousled from where she had been sleeping. I watched discreetly as she went into the shower.....when she came back, I pretended she was still asleep. But with one eye i watched her remove her towel before putting on shorts and t-shirt. I felt a familiar stirring between my legs. Boy was she a sweet sight. "You know, its rude to stare," I said, teasing her. 

"How...Why...What...are you doing here?" she said. Clearly she didn't know what had happened last night. Maybe she wouldn't remember my escapades with Sophie and Jacqui.

"You were drunk," I said. 

"That doesn't answer how you came to be in my bed..." she said, tapping me on the shoulder.

I explained what had happened. No funny business, etc. "I dont rape women when they are intoxicated," I said, tartly, a bit annoyed that she might think something had happened.

She looked very hungover.

"Come on, lay down I'll help you with your headache," I said. I ordered a spot of breakfast and started to massage her face. Very gently. Just soft fingertips on her temples.

She told me her name was Amelia, and that her fiance was not there...because....they were no longer engaged. That explained the ring thing. As i stroked her head, she looked sad. Clearly not totally over that jerk. As the tears rolled down her face, I could not resist kissing her cheek. Trying to make things better. To show I cared. I knew what it looked like; that I was trying to get into her knickers. But that wasn't it. I reached out my arms and held her, tightly. "It's okay," I said. "Shhh. You're with me now." I kissed her forehead, her nose, and her cheek. And then, when i saw no signs of resistance, I moved my lips down towards her full, red mouth. She was still holding me in her arms as together we rolled on the bed. She moved underneath me, and pressed her lips against mine. Just softly, like butterflies. My eyes were closed. I just enjoyed the feeling of her underneath me. I could feel her breath against my face. Slowly but surely, I felt that familiar stirring in my groin, and knew that my cock was swelling up against her thigh. Amelia didn't seem to mind, however. She had her hands on my hard chest and was stroking my pecs in little motions.

 I couldn't help but start to push my groin against her in gentle, undulating motions. I felt her mouth open, and our tongues began to dance together, our lips pressed one on the other. It was so hot, just to be lying there exploring each other for the first time. I sucked her tongue, holding her head hard and pulling it against mine. By now I was almost dry-humping her. I was positioned between her legs and my cock, still in my trousers, was pressed against her private parts. "I want to touch you all over," I breathed. As I pushed my firmness against her I kissed her neck and ear, nuzzling her shoulders. Her hair smelt fresh, of shampoo and salt. By now I was stroking her t-shirt, where I could feel her big globes. My tongue was back in her mouth...I loved the taste of her...warm and feminine. She sucked against me. It felt heavenly to be lying on top of her, my hard firm body against her soft, wonderful, female form. I wanted to know what was under that t-shirt and bra, and slid my hand under her t-shirt. As I thought, really big. Gently I stroked the skin of her breasts, still encased in the material of her bra, as I kissed and bit her face and neck. Still I was humping my entire groin, pressing against her. My dick was so hard I thought I might just cum, there and then, from the pressure of her groin. The smell of her body beneath me was so rich, I breathed it in as I absorbed everything about this experience. As I eased my fingers around her back, ready to release the catch of her bra, I heard a noise at the door. Bloody hell! It was the breakfast guy. That meant it was nearly 9am. That meant I had to be at the surf shop pretty damn soon. 

I couldn't be caught here in this state.

"Fuck," I said. I ordered you breakfast. I can't stay, if I'm caught here, I'm busted."I legged it off the bed and into the bathroom. With the door closed behind me, I opened the window and squeezed myself through it. Within seconds I was back outside, dusting down my trousers and heading back past the palm trees towards my house. Time for some fresh pineapple and black coffee before work. I wondered what would have happened if I had stayed there....what her nipples would taste like in my mouth....what it would feel like to rub my naked body against hers.....The sun was already rising up in the blue sky. I felt good. 



Learning to Surf Ch. 09



Chapter 9 (her) 

What was wrong with me? I thought to myself. Plopping down hard on the bed, I ate the breakfast, because I was starving but disinterested. I couldn't believe that I let this guy practically fuck me! I was angry. Yet, I was still very much energized because of the passion, the attraction, the amount of heat that rose so quickly. 

As I pushed the trolley back out door, I reminded myself that he was just with those bimbos last night; then this morning was with me. What the hell was wrong with me? 

But he was so attractive, and I'm not looking for him to marry me. I laughed out loud to myself and figured there was nothing wrong with having a fling on my vacation. He lives in London for god's sake! I tried to convince myself, it's not like I'll ever see him after this ever again. After staring out the window at the ocean and giving me a little pep talk, it all became clear that he is what I needed.

I decided to takes things as they come and said softly out loud 

"Come what may..." 

The phone rang which made me jump out of my skin. Upon answering it expecting it to be James my stomach lurched. 

"Miss, your scheduled tour of the island will begin in 15 minutes. Please meet your tour guide at the Surf Shop." The young pleasant voice stated.

I giggled at this because the thought of going to the surf shop and seeing James both angered me and intrigued me. I thought about this morning and felt myself getting damp again. I shook the thought out of my head. Snatching a backpack of snacks, that I had set out the day before when I scheduled the horse back riding tour, I was excited. With a skip in my step I trotted myself down to the surf shop.

There were only 2 horses saddled up. Surely I am not the only one going? 

James came out of the shop clean shaven and showered and gorgeous as ever, wearing a pair of blue jeans that cupped his manhood and a tight t-shirt that accentuated his Pecs. He grinned widely, winked and said 

"Good morning, I didn't expect to see you so soon." 

"Are you the guide of tours too?" with a little anticipation in my voice hoping that he was. 

"Sweat heart; that would be me." This voice was deep, gruff and very sexy. Bruce, the guy from last night came around the corner of the shop.

My eyes opened very wide as well as my grin. I remembered him from last night. We were down by the fire dancing very intimately before James pulled us apart and dragged me away. He had asked me to come to his room with him so we could finish our intimate dance there. Had James not taken me away I may have still been with him even now. All 6 foot 3inches of him was chiseled, tanned rippling muscles. With dark features and dark hair, every inch of him was like a 'Superman' flash-back.

He offered his hand and helped me onto the horses back. In doing so his hand slid on my ass and I could have sworn I felt a squeeze. I glanced over at James and saw what I thought was a look of either envy or suspicion of Bruce. I couldn't exactly tell because just as quickly his face brightened. The next thing I knew James asked Bruce to go into the shop with him and get something. Bruce shrugged and followed him.

All I could hear were mumbled voices. So instead of eves dropping I looked out over the ocean, another beautiful day in paradise. I could hear the bimbos giggling there way toward the shack and I really didn't want to be around when they would arrive at the shop and flaunt themselves all over James. 

What is going on in there? I wondered.

"Bruce?" I called in a sing song voice, impatient and needing to get away from the bimbos. "Are we leaving or not?"

The men came out together and James had a huge smile on his face. Bruce looked disappointed but slapped his mate on the back and said,

"Never keep a beautiful woman waiting" He waved and disappeared back into the shop. 

I was definitely confused here. James mounted the horse and started to walk away in the opposite direction of the gaggle of girls. I had no choice but to follow him and quickly. Bruce tossed him a bag and handed him a bottle of wine as we walked past the entrance to the shack, which he tucked into the saddle bag behind him. 

Walking the horses next to each other I asked him, "So now your tour guide too? What about Bruce?" 

I glanced back to see him already comfortable lounging on the deck to the shack watching the bimbos walk toward him with a huge smile of delight. 

James replied in a fatherly manner, that I remembered from last night; Telling me matter-of-factly that "Bruce isn't the guy for you." 

"...and you think you are?" I paused, laughed and watched him shrug. "How is it that you so often get everything you want?" 

"Lucky I guess." He smiled at me with that the dreamy crooked grin. He kicked the horse and we went running down the ocean side hooves hitting the waters edge. 

We turned shortly after and walked the horses through thick underbrush and sparsely wooded areas along the coast. After about an hour I found that we were in a small gathering of houses like a village, full of locals. The women came running out of their huts showing me their wares to buy. Speaking very quickly in their native tongue I didn't understand them at all. James came up next to me and bought some fig bars and star fruit paying the lady and leading me farther down the path. 

With him in front of me I got the best view of his ass being hugged tightly by the denim that also stretched over his thick muscular thighs. I was lost to the daydream of remembering this morning. I nearly ran him down with my horse at the edge of some rocks. He had swiftly hopped down and said

"We'll have to walk from here"

Tying the horses to a small tree on the ground and walking over to me, he lifted me down. My ears perked up, I heard rushing water in the background. He tugged on the knapsack and put the food inside. Grabbing the bottle of wine in one hand and mine in the other as he led the way down a tight path between palm tree after tree and into a clearing where I saw the most amazing water fall. Our fingers intertwined and he led me down to a secluded water fall hidden behind several clusters of trees. Finding a flack rock on the edge of the water we set up a picnic, ate and chatted very casually about anything that came to mind. He was very easy to talk to. 

The sun was very high in the sky and was hot. He lifted his shirt over his head and kicked his shoes off to dangle his feet in the water. His large round shoulders glistened with perspiration from the increasing heat. James lay back on his elbows with his head nearly in my lap looked up at me. Neither of us brought up the night before or this morning. Although I know I couldn't get the feeling of his kisses out of my mind. There was no breeze from being back so far in the center of the woods. His damp blonde curls fell into his eyes. I used the tips of my fingers to brush them away and dappled kisses on his forehead gently and playfully. 

"Let's go for a swim." He said standing and removing his clothing. He stood there naked before me looking very pleased with his body and not ashamed to show it off and dove into the water.

I saw him disappear under the falls and watched the water beat off arms as he raised his hands over his head and called out, "come on...it feels great!"

Sensing my apprehension, "I won't look." He said with a smirk. 

Noticing his eyes were shut, I peeled off the t-shirt and removed my bra. I felt foolish for being so shy, but felt better that he closed his eyes while I undressed. I slipped out of my blue jeans and panties too. Kicking off my shoes I stuck my toes in the water and felt my nipples harden from the cool wetness of it. Slipping in slowly, making sure he was still not looking I went fully under water pushing away from the rock floating out to the center of the small pond. 

The water was crisp, sparkling blue and clear. I could feel the tremors of the water fall vibrate through the pond from the power. I moved closer to the falls into the bubbles that tickled your skin. Against my breasts and bare skin this was the most unusual sensation. 

James swam closer to me and pulled me under the falls so that the water rushed down on my head and shoulders. The strength of the falls was so powerful that I lost my balance and tumbled backward into him as to not go under and be drowned. When I opened my eyes we were behind the falls looking out. Like peering out from the opposite side of a mirror, the sheet of falling water looked like rippling glass. The sound was loud but not deafening by any means. My back was pressed against his front as his muscular arms held me about the waist with his chin on my shoulder we both peered out watching not saying a word. I felt my ass against his washboard stomach and he pecked the side of my face. I turn to face him, but I couldn't feel any floor under my feet. He was standing firmly with the water lapping at his chest. Holding me up and glancing down at my large floating breasts, I laughed, thinking my buoys must be a sight! 

James moved his hands under my ass and pulled me to straddle him. My thighs went up in flames feeling his nakedness against my soft creamy skin. His hard cock was pressed between my pelvic bone and his abs. I enclosed arms around his neck and we kissed deeply. With my breasts against his firm chest the skin on skin contact made his cock grow even harder. Kissing and petting each other on the neck and back his hands slipped down and grabbed my ass tugging me down to sit on his cock. The tip of it was swollen and pressed softly to enter me. At the surprise, I clenched and all he could do was press gently and hope that I would let him enter. He shifted so that his shoulders dropped and hand slid farther down my ass and he inserted a single tip of a finger into my pussy. This excited me intensely causing me to shift as well. 

He spun me around so the cool hard stone from behind the falls was pressed against my back forcing my pelvis to angle forwards and giving him the advantage of inserting 2 fingers more fully. I gasped and clutched him feeling my muscles tighten and relax. 

The water lapped at my nipples making them harder and tingle. I reached down to feel his cock. I maneuvered my hand to fold around it at the shaft and slowly stroking it upwards. He moaned and moved with my motion. I caressed the head and the used the pressure of my thumb to press firmly on the pulsing center vain that ran up to the tip. 

His hands were all over me in an instant, cupping my breasts and licking at my nipples, nibbling and smiling, he was enjoying himself. Flicking his eyes up to mine now and again, he was making sure that I was ok with him touching new parts of my body in approval for him to keep going. The water was much warmer now. He ran his hands down the outside of my thighs and tugged them firmly around his middle. Holding my ass in hands he pulled apart my cheeks and I felt his hard cock press again against me to enter me. This motion made me shiver and whimper. Again his hips pressed into mine and the tip entered very slowly. Holding tightly onto him, pressed against the cold stone, I relaxed my muscles slightly allowing the full head to feel the wet warmth of my womanhood. He stopped pressing and I could feel myself opening to accept him. With slow small pulsing motions he inched very slowly into me. I kissed him again opening my mouth mimicking the motion of him with my tongue, then biting his bottom lip. He tilted my hips toward him farther, so this time when he pushed he slid easily right into me. My body shuddered as I felt his hard cock pullout and thrust forward again. Once he entered fully, he paused. Feeling my pussy adjusting to his girth he held it there a moment. Slowly our bodies moved began to move in unison. 

I am not sure if it was the water, but it was hard to tell how wet I really was. Or maybe the water made it easier to move? I felt weightless. As our bodies moved on each other my breasts pressed hard into his chest and our breathing picking up pace. I could feel every inch of him slide in and out of me like velvet. He placed his hands on my hips and lifted me up and down on his cock controlling the speed and the depth as I clung to him unable to do much else. I nibbled on his neck and ear lobe. My breath and whimpered for him hear how he pleased me. I clenched my pussy around his long shaft as he lowered me down in full hard long strokes. When I opened my eyes for a moment he was looking right at me and those intense blue eyes showed nothing but lust. 

He lifted me off of him and in place of his cock I felt his fingers on my clit. Massaging and pinching it between his fingers, my head fell back and we pulled apart as my back arched, pressed my shoulders harder against the rock. Gasping, I unconsciously arched my breasts out of the water, feeling for a hold on the rock behind my shoulders. With my arms over my head there was nothing to grasp on to. My hips were moving wildly to the motion of his fingers tickling my clit and his other hand using three fingers to tease me. Sensing my distress, he moved to pry my thighs away from his waist, unsuccessfully. Unwillingly I didn't want him to stop; I felt so close to explosion. But he did stop teasing me and unclamped my thighs sliding me to the right. 

Here, I was able to place my feet on a ledge and stand on my own. The ledge elevated me so that I was about a foot taller than he was. The water lapped just below my breasts which were perfectly at his eye level. He definitely got an eye full of heaving creamy white breasts staring him right in the eyes. He took full advantage of this and dove into them. 

I couldn't stop the twinges that he provoked inside me as he sucked on my tits. My hands went to touch myself as I moaned in response to my own fingers against my clit. He stepped up on the ledge forcing me to move forward to make room for him. His cock was hard and trying to press into me from behind as he kissed me shoulders and neck and wrapped his arms around my middle coaxing me further to the right. I opened my eyes and noticed a place were I could comfortably stand without drowning. Upon reaching this spot he lifted me again and I was riding him with my arms folded on protruding rock on the side of the cave. 

I felt the power of the water fall very close. When I glanced over my shoulder, I saw the water pounding him on the back. The force of the water falling hard from over head filled me with the most intense erotic sensation. I was floating in the water with his large hands cradling the small of my back. His thumbs were on my tail bone and his fingers wrapped across my hip bones as he helped keep my pelvis from floating upwards. I creatively spread my legs apart farther, bent my knees and like sitting on a saddle let him fuck me from behind. I could feel my ankles just above his knees and tried to move my hips in unison with his.

This had to be the most unusual place I have ever has sex. The water was frothy here from the force of the falling water. The energy was intense and the water vibrated all around us. It tingled on your skin and with my legs spread widely the bubbles kept popping like champagne and tickling my clit and nipples. I could barely hold onto the slippery rock in front of me. His hand reached around to touch my clit, I whimpered loudly muffled by the roar of the water falling directly behind us. The pressure built inside me and I cried out with a scream as my body shuddered. I felt my muscles clench around him in spasms as he pounded harder into me. Then with a hard last few thrusts I felt the warmth of his cum fill me. 

Slowing the thrusts yet hard and smooth he pulled me back to him so my back was against his chest. Supporting me upright, cupping my breasts, they overflowing in his hands. He buried his face into my damp hair and moaned until the pace slowed to barely moving. Not in any hurry to exit my warm sheath we matched each others breathes which began to calm to steadier pace. Dismounting him he leaned back against the wall next to me and held onto me tightly like I was going to swim away. 



Learning to Surf Ch. 10



Chapter 10 (him)

It was incredibly intense as I came inside Amelia for the first time, with the sound of the roaring waterfall behind me, the water splashing everywhere, and the sound of our two voices moaning in unison. I felt her pussy clench hard against my cock, and I pumped her so hard as she screamed out in pleasure. I held her so tight, as if we had merged into one hot two-backed body. She looked me full in the face with those beautiful green eyes as I shot my load within her. After I came I carried on moving in and out of her, more gently now, more slowly, and held my face against her neck, breathing in the smell of her wet hair. Her shoulders were rising up and down with her heavy breathing. I was also panting loudly as I withdrew; we held each other again, watching the white foam of the waterfall breaking heavily against the rocks. 

"My God that was quite intense," I said. "I think it's time for some relaxation now."

We walked back through the power-shower of the waterfall and stopped to swim around in the pool for a bit. It was pleasant to feel the warmth of the sun on my shoulders and face again. The pool was surrounded with all manner of jungle foliage, in an array of deep, rich greens. Above us, there was nothing but turquoise sky, broken only by a couple of small white clouds. I lay on my back in the water next to Amelia, staring up at the sun. 

Then, clambering out of the pool, I went to pick up the wine bottle and beckoned for her to join me. Still naked, we sat with our feet in the water and shared the rest of the drink. Amelia seemed to be ever so slightly tipsy. As we drunk and chatted, laughing at each other's stories, I stroked her thighs and sometimes held her hand. 

"I have a treat for you," I said. "You'll have to come with me though." 

Standing up, still naked, I took her by the hand and led her along a path which snaked past the pool, up the hill to the right of the waterfall and above. I still had a bag of stuff with me but otherwise we were both completely nude. We soon reached a big rock, which jutted out high above the waterfall. It made an amazing lookout point, with views down over the waterfall and out across the bay beyond. We could see the tourist resort and the beach a few miles away, and then an endless stretch of ocean. In full glare of the sun, the dark rock was hot to the touch. 

"I want you to lie down on there, on your back, and I'm going to give you a treat that you'll never forget," I said. 

"Another treat?" she teased. "Haven't you already given me enough for one day?"

I laughed, and kissed her on her full lips. "Do what you're told," I repeated. 

Amelia clambered up on to the outcrop and sat down, still looking at me. Her blonde curls were starting to dry off in the tropical heat. Then, very slowly, she lay back on the rock, holding her hands behind her head, still looking at me. From my bag I took out a bottle of coconut oil, and poured some into my hands. I then began to stroke her legs, in long, deep motions. I gave her a proper deep tissue massage, digging into her muscle with my fingers, loosening up her limbs and relaxing her. My hands moved up to her shoulders, still stroking and kneading, and then down her arms and hands. Touching her again was making my aroused, and she laughed when she noticed that my cock was hard again. I took out the bottle and drizzled some oil over her chest and stomach, before rubbing that in again. Her eyes closed as she settled back and relaxed on the hot stone underneath her back. 

When I felt that she was relaxed enough, I worked my fingers back down to her legs, but this time stroked more softly, more sensuously. I traced a couple of fingers from one foot, up her legs to her thighs, stopping just short of her lips. Again on the other leg, tracing a gentle trail towards her pussy. She murmured, quietly. Holding her legs wider, I lay down between them, and moved my face up towards her most private parts. I started to lick, just outside her labia, teasing her gently. Ever so slowly, I licked up and down, just beyond her shaven pussy.

"Please," she said. "Do me, stop teasing me." 

This time I kissed her with my lips, against her pussy lips, again very softly. I wanted this to be slow and gentle. I reached out my tongue again and this time licked a slow path across her labia, tasting her for the first time. I could tell from her aroma that she was very turned on, and could taste her wetness as my tongue started to slip between her lips and up against her clit. I worked on her little bean for ages, kissing and tonguing it until she was groaning with pleasure. Then I made long licking motions from her clit, through her pussy and down to her ass, and then back up again. Again and again, I worked my mouth against her. By now she was gripping my head with her hands, holding me against her, as if willing me to never stop. I had no intention of doing so, and kept working my tongue against her. With my mouth on her clit, I eased one finger into her pussy, which was still quite open from where I had fucked her only an hour before. Another finger slipped in easily, and I pushed the two in and out, twisting them slightly as they entered and re-entered her hole. I was still licking her clit hard. My fingers began to speed up, so that instead of exploring her they were driving home deep and fast. I felt the sun on my tanned back and wondered if I was going to get burnt. Who cared, I thought to myself. Amelia was now moaning with happiness as I pumped her with my fingers. Subtly, so that she would hardly notice, I picked up the empty wine bottle from my bag and held the end of it against her pussy. Pressing it gently against her, her lips opened up to receive their new gift. 

"James, you are so naughty," she said, watching me insert the head of this bottle into her. With my right hand I started to fuck her harder with the bottle, while with my other I licked a finger and started to push it against her ass. The little hole started to give way, under the pressure, and soon opened to receive my finger. Amelia, lying back on the hot rock, started to thrust against the double entry she was receiving. I could feel the pressure building within her, and knew that it would not be long before she came. Her orgasm started like a small wave, her eyes wide open and watching me as she bucked against the bottle in her pussy and my finger in her ass. Just before she came I withdrew the bottle and put my tongue back in her pussy, lapping hard against her hole with my finger still in her bottom.

"Oh, God, so good, keep going, uh!" she cried as her release finally came. Again she gripped my head with her hands, and I kept going as she rode her climax.......



Learning to Surf Ch. 11



Chapter 11 (her) 

After arriving back at the hut late that evening I was exhausted. James had to go back to the shop to check on it and after our escapades at the waterfall. He seemed quite tired himself. Not feeling like talking to anyone I ate some peanuts and fruit from the mini fridge and ate it on the patio watching the surf roll in. 

After a beer and watching some very dark clouds roll in, I climbed into bed and called my girlfriend to tell her all about my vacation so far. 

"Sounds as though you are getting over the 'Jilted at the Alter' scenario?" She said.

Without a tear shed and a deep breathe in relief I felt wanted and sexy. 

The rain began to fall slightly and then picked up. I fell fast sleep as the rain pelted the tin roof of my hut the rhythm was hypnotic. When I awoke I was startled by such a large crash of thunder the room shook and then immediately the lightning lit up the whole inside of my hut. It cracked so loudly that it felt as though it hit my roof. I went to the window to look outside. I saw the most incredible sight I ever seen in my entire life. The waves from the ocean were about 4 feet high and crashing so hard my adrenaline pumped faster. Quite a storm! I glanced at the clock but the electricity was out. I had no idea what time it was. It was still very dark with no sign of the storm ending in sight. 

Slipping back under the covers I lay there in the dark trying to fall back to sleep. Normally thunderstorm sooth me, the way the earth replenishes itself. The down pour was stronger and this was too incredible. Water blew in the hut windows and the when I picked up the phone it was dead. Feeling slightly alarmed by the increased intensity of the storm I grabbed my pillow and blanket and slept in the tub where I wasn't getting wet and felt safe. 

Dozing in and out for the rest of the night awakened by crashes of lightning and pounds of thunder the storm finally seemed as though it was letting up. Still pouring rain I heard a hard knock at the door and someone enter. Stretching and feeling very stiff from sleeping curled up in the bath tub I put one foot on the floor; instantly soaked. There was about 2" of very cold water covering the whole floor. Cussing I made it out of the bathroom to see James standing there in a panic. The look on his face, you would have thought I was swept away with the tide. He stepped into the room further and gave me the biggest hug so tight I could barely breathe. Sitting me on the bed he grabbed my suitcase then moving to my drawers, he started tossing things into the cases and told me to get dressed I was leaving. 

I didn't understand the drama; I was fine, achy from the hard porcelain tub, but fine. The look on his face though made it seem as though there was urgency to his quickness of packing and his demand that I was leaving this hut and now. I simply did as I was told. Feet soaking wet, he went to the bathroom and grinned at seeing that I had slept in the tub. He tossed all of my belongings into a sack and then left the hut to throw all of my bags into a jeep. Just sitting on the bed shivering and tired I watched him very easily pick up my luggage in his arms as if they didn't weigh a ton. Which, I know that they did. 

Grabbing my hand and tugging me out the door I slipped on the mud just outside the door and he caught me from falling flat on my ass. Sweeping his arms under my legs he lifted me up and walked a few steps to place me in the jeep. Another pounding of thunder followed by another crack of lightning and the palm tree about 50 feet away split right down the center falling only inches from the rear of the jeep. He turned the key and the jeep came to life. I hugged my knees to my chin shivering from the cold rain pelting my arms stinging them, leaving red blotches across my shoulders. The soft top was up but somehow the rain found its way through the small tears and openings. Sliding across the mud road up the hill I almost thought we weren't going to make it. James slipped it into 4 wheel drive then masterfully maneuvered the jeep up the side of the road not even breathing until we finally caught pavement.

He pulled up to the Blue house and carried me inside. It was nice, not that I can't walk, but I was shivering from the cold. He placed me on the carpet in front of the fire and began to peel off my damp clothing. 

"You want to fuck me now?" I said chiding him through my chattering teeth. 

He kissed me on the forehead and looked at me very seriously, as if he didn't understand what I had said. Then his eyes lightened and I noticed he got my little joke. He didn't think it was funny, but he covered me in a huge blanket and through another log on the fire. 

"Stay!" he ordered upset, pointing his finger at me like I was a puppy that peed on the rug. 

This made me angry, I'm not a dog. I went to say something but he was gone. Seconds later, soaking wet, he carried my entire luggage upstairs to his room and returned wearing just button fly jeans not buttoned all the way up and held a shirt in his hands. 

He looked at me seriously then let out a heavy sigh.

"I have been trying to call you since the storm began." Without taking a breath "The phones went out and then I tried to hop in the jeep to get here and the rain was so bad I couldn't see to get out the driveway." 

Putting his hands on my cheeks cradling my face, they felt hot. I was still shivering. 

He stretched to the side and picked up a bottle of brandy from a cabinet. Passed it to me in glass and I welcomed the warmth that it filled me with. 

Sitting on the rug bare-naked under a blanket, I questioned,

"What's the big deal? It's just a thunderstorm."

"No, its not." Serious again he looked at me right in the eyes. He explained to me that Tropical storms are very dangerous and sneaky.

"We were gone all day yesterday and missed all the warnings. I didn't even find out until I got back to the shack; it was supposed to blow around us." 

Faking a smile, and grabbing my hands he said, 

"I can see the huts from up here. One was washed away last night." He hugged me close. "You got lucky."

I just looked at him in disbelief. 'No Way', kept running through my mind. 

He went on to say that the whole island was out of power and that the tropical storm took a turn and all the guests were told to stay in the main hotel last night. "No one on the island has any power. This is bad." 

He seemed a little shaken but kissed me again. I kissed back, feeling him relax. 

Although, it didn't seem that bad to me; I felt a little alarmed by the roar of the waves beating outside my door. Otherwise, I felt safe, but then I love a good storm and the way that it feels.

Feeling warmer from the brandy for breakfast I looked around the room glowing in the shadows of the burning wood. 

"Where is everyone?" I asked, noticing how quiet it was in here now. Last time I was there the music was blasting and there were people everywhere. Now it seemed very cozy and romantic. The blanket slipped off my shoulders as I twisted to get a better look at the room. I felt his kisses there and a shiver ran down my spine. 

He didn't answer me, just nipped at my shoulders moving hands over my shoulders as if kneading bread. It was nice. 

"So, you were really worried about me then?" I whispered. 

Again, he didn't answer me, just gave a wicked smile that told me all was better, and lust was on his mind. 

I glanced away avoiding his look of sexual invitation and said, "I'm hungry. What time is it? "

Getting up he pulled the blanket off of me. Staring at my naked body sitting there crossed legged in front of the fire goose bumps began to rise up all over me. I went to pull the blanket back over me when he pulled it away farther out of my reach. He stood there and stared for what felt like a few minutes, I noticed the bulge in his jeans growing firmer by the minute. Then like he had come to a decision tossed me a button down oxford that hung to my knees. I knelt on the floor before him with the shirt wide open in the front my breasts only partly exposed and moved between his thick thighs as he sat on the ottoman. Nuzzling into his neck and grazing my lips across his earlobes I whispered, 

"I owe you thanks for coming to get me...but...I really am hungry."

He reached into my shirt to caress my breasts then licking his lips, he kissed me fully on the mouth holding me close. Another crash of thunder made me jump and we both looked out the window as the lightening screamed again across the sky. The analogue clock on the wall showed that it was only 11am and yet it felt like 4 in the afternoon. The sky from the window showed eerie shades of green and the wind began to pick up again. I stood to gape out at the storm building out over the ocean. I was amazed to see the fierceness of the waves beating against the beach below. I looked toward the shack and noticed that the waves were covering the porch that we sat on a few days before. I wondered if it would float away. 

James came up behind me slipping his arms about my waist. I slowly buttoned the shirt and hugged myself into his arms for safety of what I was seeing. His heart pounded against my back and as if reading my mind said,

"The shack will be fine, everything is tied down. Dave went through it yesterday and cleared out all his painting stuff and placed it in the storm center up in the rock near the hotel." He looked down at my cleavage and snuggled his face into my damp hair at my neck. Several moments past in silence as we just stood watching the storm. 

The quiet was broken when my stomach growled loudly. I giggled and turned to head for the kitchen. He clicked on the propane stove and started to scramble some eggs. I tried not burn some toast over the other open flame. Sitting in front of the fire again to eat for warmth we had fun talking and feeding each other. For desert we roasted marshmallows, sandwiching them between chocolate and graham crackers. Then I snuggled down into his arms and fell asleep for nap.



Learning to Surf Ch. 12



Amelia sat between my legs on the floor, her shirt half-open, allowing me a generous view of her large, ripe tits. I stroked her golden, tangled hair and reached down to kiss her full on her red lips. I felt the warmth of her mouth against mine and our tongues touched lightly against each other. Pressing one hand in between her shirt and against her chest, I stroked her nipples firmly. I could feel the heat of her against my outstretched palm and the beating of her quickened heart rate. As I moved my fingers, I could feel the hard edge of her nipples, she was definitely aroused. We toasted some marshmallows and sat cuddled together as the storm raged outside. 

Soon Amelia was asleep against my legs and I felt torn. Part of me wanted to wake her up, throw her against the wall and give her a good, hard fucking. It had been too long since our erotic encounter under the waterfall. I knew I had responsibilities as part of the volunteer rescue league through the resort. Making up my quickly, I did up my jeans, threw on a t-shirt and quietly left the house, locking it up behind me. I walked fast down toward the beach, almost slipping a few times on wet stones and slippery roots.

It was late morning but the sky was dark and angry. Heading toward the beach I caught a glimpse between lighting strikes of the huts at the far end. Stopping at each hut cautiously searching the interiors through the windows, I called out to see if everyone had evacuated. With only 2 huts left I thought I heard a scream. It was so difficult to hear anything amongst the pounding waves and the crashing thunder. 

When I neared the sea, all I could see were big, violent waves crashing against the beach. The wind and noise was incredible. Keeping behind the line of huts, I was out of the direct fire of the harsh wind and the stinging rain. I worked my way through knee deep puddles amid the tropical trees. Hearing the scream again between gusts of winds, I moved faster toward the last hut. 

I called out as I got closer to the door "Anyone there?" 

"Help me!" cried a terrified female voice from inside.

The water had risen up to the porch and waves were thumping against the walls. I knew the pressure on the structure of the hut couldn't support it for very much longer. There was no way I could get in from the ocean-side. So, through thigh-deep water I waded, around the back of the hut. I used a coconut to smash my way through a small window, and then hoisted myself up through the hole. Tumbling into a small bathroom, the floor was already flooded with brine. I dropped down and waded through the lavatory into the corridor. "Anyone there" I shouted again, "I've come to help!"

There stood on the middle of the table, in the kitchen, was Jacqui, the young brunette who - only two days before -- I had been in bed along with her redhead friend. She was soaked to the skin and looked panic-stricken, weeping. 

"Get on my shoulders, we're leaving here." I reached toward her and heard the wall make an eerie creaking noise. I told her sternly. "Now!" 

Jacqui climbed on to my back and clung to me like a frightened child. I pressed back through the waters, which were rising rapidly around my waist. With her added body weight I struggled to push against the stream of ocean pouring in through ever-growing cracks in the walls. My muscles exhausted and stressed, I thought I might drop her when we finally made it back to the bathroom window. Holding out my wrists out as a platform, she stood on them to climb out the window. Once outside I carried her through the violently swirling water and back towards the jungle path. 

Jacqui didn't say much, just cried and held me forcefully; I could tell she was scared shitless. Shifting her to a fireman-style I carried her for close to a half-mile or so back to the blue house. By the time I got there I was worn out and thirsty. All that salt water parched me; my throat was hoarse and scratchy. 

Amelia looked surprised to see me pounding at the door looking like a drenched rat with Jacqui tossed over my shoulder. Seeing Jacqui shivering and bawling uncontrollably, she helped me get her into the house and into the living room. We laid her down on the rug by the fire, stripped off her wet clothes and wrapped her in a warm towel. Amelia made her a hot toddy and dried her hair very sisterly. Holding Jacqui like a young child, she rocked back and forth comforting her to calm down. 

I remembered what Amelia had told me about being bisexual. Did she fancy Jacqui? I hoped so. The girl certainly looked very cute, wrapped up in her big white towel with her long dark hair plastered across her neck and back, all curled up in Amelia's arms. My hard on was pressing against my soaking blue jeans. Shaking my head out of the wishful thinking, I darted up stairs and changed quickly into something dry. The phone rang and it was the guys from the shop. 

"We are ok; we're up at the mountain-top inland cottage with the three young girls. They are very worried about Jacqui...She is at that hut..." I cut him off explaining that I had gone to retrieve her and she was safe in Amelia's arms. 

"Thanks dude....we knew we could count on you. The emergency power has kicked on here and the hotel has called for all the helpers that can collect to build the retaining wall. Can you meet us..." And the line went dead.

Another bright flash of lightening and quick rumble of thunder followed. I looked out the window and saw the electrical tower go up in sparks. Spinning around in flickering darkness I could smell the ozone in the air. The rain was pounding but the wind seemed like it was dying down. I darted down the stairs knowing what I had to do. 

"I'm going to have to go out and help more people," I told the girls as they both turned to stare at me. 

"Behave yourselves while I'm out." I winked and with that, I headed back out into the storm to help build the retaining walls and see who else needed rescuing...