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ISLAND HEAT
It was paradise.
A million stars burned across the night sky. The swollen moon was full and bright, competing with the torches that lit the path I was walking on. To my left, the dark ocean rumbled, waves rushing up the sand in a steady march.
The warm breeze from the waterfront was redolent with the heady combination of sea salt and jasmine. In the distance I could still hear the muffled music from the bar at the north side of the resort, where I’d spent the last four hours dancing up a storm with my girlfriends.
I had come on a five-day, girls-only vacation on the island of Kauai in Hawaii. My daughter was staying with my husband. I missed both of them but relished the freedom from responsibility. I could be me. And celebrate that with five of my closest girlfriends.
That night, we’d all agreed to dress as sexy as possible, go to the resort club and to flirt with as many guys as we could. Laughter, gossip, stories and dancing, all fueled by a wide variety of fun cocktails to lubricate the proceeding. Memories forged, friendships strengthened, spirits lifted.
It had been a blast.
But it was late. We were getting up early the next day to take the helicopter tour up to the top of the volcano. So now, slightly buzzed, I made my way down the footpath that would eventually lead me through the gardens, by the pool and back to my room.
I paused on the bluff overlooking the crashing surf, taking in the magnificent view, luxuriating in the waning moments of unfettered, uncomplicated life. Almost u*********sly, I slid my hand across my belly, dipping down to lightly touch the top of the graceful swell that led down to my pussy. Despite the warm air I shivered. I was horny from the booze, the dancing and the flirting.
I wonder if I could get away with fingering myself right here, right now? I wonder if anyone—
“Hey, you!”
I looked back to find Eve making her way up the footpath towards me. I sighed and dropped my hand to my side, trying to figure out how to handle what was about to happen.
Eve was not one of our original group. Allison had befriended her on the island a few days earlier and invited her to join our night out. To be fair, Eve had a lot of qualities that made her worth bringing along. Well, maybe just one.
She was stunningly beautiful – blonde hair, striking blue eyes, with an aquiline nose perfectly positioned over thick, luscious lips. And her body was incredible. She was a personal trainer, and the best advertising for her services was to see her in a bikini. Large breasts. A perfect ass. Thoroughly toned body. All in a tight little 5’2” package.
It was enough to make the other girls jealous.
But not me. While I found her totally attractive, to be honest I also found her totally annoying. Oh, she was pleasant enough but there was something fake about her, an undercurrent of superiority in how she carried herself. She was allowing us to hang out with her, not the other way around.
Still, she was fucking hot. I had a very pleasant time checking out her unharnessed tits bob and weave all night on the dance floor. In the back of my mind I wondered what it would feel like to weigh them in my hands, to clutch them tightly as I –
Stop it. This is what happens when you drink too much.
“Hey, Eve,’ I said evenly as she approached. Her thin dress revealingly clung to her body, leaving very little the imagination, breasts swaying with each step.
Fuck, she’s hot.
“You ran off before I got to say goodbye. I mean, I’m not sure if we’re all going to see each other tomorrow and it’s the last day, so…”
“I’m sure we’ll run into each other. I’ll talk to Allison about us all getting together again.”
Eve looked away, smiling, acting shy. She was pretty drunk, too.
“I just had such a nice time tonight. And… I think we really connected, you know?” She giggled coquettishly, then leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.
It pissed me off.
All night she’d been flirting with me – light touches, leaning in to whisper in my ear, rubbing my shoulders, grabbing my hand to take me to the bar for a drink. It was bullshit. She was a fucking tease. And my guess is she didn’t have the courage of her convictions.
“You know what, Eve? You’re full of shit.” I spat, letting the liquor take over for a moment. She froze, stunned.
Ha! I bet no one’s ever talked to her like that before.
I got in her face, my eyes never leaving hers.
“All night you’ve been a tease, sending signals you wanted to fuck. And now all I get is a kiss on the cheek? Are you really that pathetic? Or just afraid of what you want?” I announced. It made my pussy tingle to say out loud what I’d only ever whispered inside.
She began to stammer… but then I shocked her and myself by planting my lips on hers. Hard.
Holy fuck. I really am drunk.
Before she could reel away, I grabbed her blonde hair with my right hand and pulled her back, our lips so close I could feel the heat of her breath. A hint of cinnamon.
“What? Now you don’t want to fuck me? All show and no tell?” I challenged.
We stayed nose-to-nose for several long, tortured moments. Eve wavered on her feet, body trembling but eyes never leaving mine.
OK, let’s see what we’re both made of.
I moved even closer. Our breasts melded, the rising points of our nipples making electric contact. Our hips touched, wide and feminine, so different than a man, yet equally as strong. Our pussy mounds finally pressed together, the pressure sending warmth flooding between us.
I could see whatever outrage or resolve within her crumbling like a sand castle on the beach when the tide comes in.
And I felt the opposite happen inside me. Something sparked. A fuse had been lit.
Eve’s eyes fluttered. She moved in to kiss me, breath sweet, lips moist and glistening, open and ready. It would be easy to taste her.
Instead I gripped her hair harder, stopping her the instant before contact.
“Why should I?”
I quickly brushed my lips against hers. Heat. Hunger.
She opened her mouth but I pulled back, teasing, torturing.
“Why should I!?” I barked.
“Because… because you want to,” she whined.
I reached around and grabbed her tight ass with my lefty hand, kneading the flesh.
“You’re a fucking liar.” I glared at her.
Her eyes glistened the pale moonlight. A sob caught in her throat.
It made me feel sexy. Powerful. Like an a****l hunting prey.
“Say it.”
A tear spilled down her cheek. Then quietly:
“Because… I want to, okay? I want to.”
“Good.”
With that, I drove my tongue into her mouth. She squealed in surprise but quickly pushed back, forcing her own tongue into combat with mine.
It was not romantic. It was rough. Passionate. Sloppy. Wet.
Bodies pressed together. Hips grinding against one another. Breasts growing full and heavy with mutual desire, mashed together in fertile concert.
I groaned into her mouth as I pulled her harder against me, grinding our pubic bones together, our dresses providing little in the way of separation.
Then I pulled away just as suddenly.
“You don’t deserve it.”
Stepping back, I turned and started walking up the footpath to the hotel. My pussy screamed in protest. I could feel a trickle of juice snake its way down my leg. It took every ounce of concentration not to stumble. I sucked in the cool, tropical air to steady myself.
“Wait!”
I looked back.
She was glowing in the moonlight. Behind her, waves broke gently on the beach. The onshore breeze shifted her blonde hair and wrapped her dress to her taut body. She looked lost, breathless, teetering on her feet, chest flushed, turgid nipples straining against thin fabric.
“Please…” she whispered plaintively.
I considered her a moment, then:
“Well? Are you coming?”
It wasn’t a question. It was an order.
I continued towards the hotel, smiling as I heard her quickly fall in step behind me.
****
“Take off your clothes.”
Eve stood at the foot of the bed in my hotel room, a rectangle of blue moonlight illuminating her. I stood silhouetted against the open doors onto the balcony. Behind me the ocean stretched to the edge of the earth, a shimmering collection of diamond tipped waves. But large clouds threatened portions of the starscape. A tropical shower was coming.
Hands shaking, Eve nervously slipped the straps off her toned shoulders but paused, holding the dress to her chest.
“Now you’re shy? Drop the fucking dress.”
She quickly shrugged and the dress fell to the floor like a prayer.
My imagination had not failed me. Her body was astonishing.
Her breasts swelled fully from her lean frame, punctuated by pink, engorged nipples. Unexpectedly, they were amazingly real.
Her cut arms trembled by her side. Her defined belly pulsed, its sharp lines arcing down towards the bulge of her mons, barely contained by a whisper of white panties.
She was clearly both terrified and wildly turned on.
“Turn around,” I ordered as I moved towards her, shrugging my own dress off in my wake. Even though the journey was only ten feet, the way my breasts swayed as I walked caused a surge of sexual energy to course through my body.
The thin strip of her white thong bisected a perfectly sculpted ass, mirroring the tan lines that cupped each cheek.
I traced the tan lines with my fingertip. She shuddered.
“Hands behind your back.”
Hesitation.
“Do it!”
Eve quickly assumed the position, wrists crossed in the small of her back. She jumped as I crisscrossed the belt from the bathroom robe tightly through her arms and secured her hands firmly.
“Don’t worry. Just behave.”
I dragged my nipples against her back as I placed both hands on her hips, holding her in place. She didn’t see me sway slightly, intoxicated by the sheer eroticism of what was happening.
Her fragrance pulled me to her neck – the slightest essence of lily of the valley. I nuzzled, kissing her, licking her throat, nipping her with my teeth.
Wrapping my arms around her from behind, I ran my hands up her torso to cup her large tits. It was unfamiliar yet familiar, to be holding someone else’s breasts. Squeezing. Rolling the nipples between her thumb and forefinger.
She gyrated her ass into my crotch and moaned.
Dragging my fingernails down her sides, I hooked them in the waistline of her panties and slowly pushed them over her womanly hips. A quick two-step from her and they tumbled to her feet.
Unable to resist any more, I slid my fingers down her fluttering belly, directly over her bald pussy mound. I rubbed the flat of my hand up and down, stroking with more and more pressure as Eve’s breath became louder and harsher. But I didn’t enter the aching slit. I didn’t give her what she wanted.
I stopped.
“Lie down on the bed.”
“Don’t you want me to…” she began as she turned toward me.
She yelped as I firmly pushed her backwards onto the bed, back down, legs splayed.
“No. But don’t worry – you’ll owe me.”
Eve eagerly pushed herself back towards the pillows. I crawled onto the foot on the bed and slithered forward between her legs. My cunt was boiling with desire as I lay on my belly and crossed my legs, the long journey to orgasm about to begin.
I stared at her gorgeous pussy in the moonlight.
Clean-shaven, lips pink and pulsing, shiny with dew. It was like staring at myself. And what had always seemed like an alien idea was suddenly so simple. Thinking of my own burning pussy, I immediately understood.
I knew what wanted. So I knew what wanted.
Lightly tracing up her inner thighs with my fingers, I massaged the tender area where her legs met her crotch, tantalizingly close but not delving into her steaming entry.
She threw back her head and hissed.
I reach my arms up under her legs, hands playing the muscles that contracted on her belly, fingers toying with the jewel of her piercing before sliding down and slinging my fingers into her soft, tight cleft and gently peeling her pussy wide open, the blossoming flesh revealing the hooded nub of her shockingly large, erect clit.
Heat. Musk. Sex.
Eve gasped. “Oh, fuck. Yes.”
My face was inches away.
A lifetime of fantasy and yearning, questions and temptations finding form in the glistening hole open before me.
No hesitation.
One lick. Strong, from bottom to top. Feeling the hardness of her pulsing clit before pulling back, dizzy with lust, still connected to her by a string of juice that danced between us. I slurped it into my mouth, tasting for the first time what I’d only tasted of myself. My mind reeled.
Involuntarily my thighs snapped shut, rubbing and writhing as my pussy ignited.
I was unleashed.
My mouth clamped onto her pussy, tongue exploring every fold, tasting every nuance of her womanhood, drinking the copious fluid that flowed from deep within.
Tongue and clit danced, back and forth, forcing the hood to retreat, sucking it in my mouth, dragging my teeth over the sensitive hive of nerves.
Eve twisted on the bed, body jolting, her incredibly toned physique firing.
My left hand pushed down on her pubic bone, forcing her deeper and harder onto my lapping tongue, wriggling in her fuck hole. My right hand snaked back under her leg. In an instant, I easily shoved two fingers deep into her sopping gash, labia parting with a welcome squish.
My pussy was on fire. I clenched the muscles, trying to stem the need.
Eve groaned like an a****l.
“So good… so good.”
And so the bartering began.
Me fingering her cunt roughly, torturing her clit with my tongue, bringing her to the edge and back over and over again.
Her straining against me, trying to force me to move the way she wanted, then finally succumbing to my will.
The bed under her clenching ass was soaked.
My face shimmered with spit and cum, jaw working, tongue darting.
Shaking, she tightened her pussy, hips undulating, desperate to find the rhythm that would take her over the edge.
But I wouldn’t let her.
Every time I felt the walls of her steaming cunt expand with the promise of release I pulled back, easing the force and consistency of my attack. And each time she’d plead for me to finish her off.
Finally, I took pity.
I gazed at her cunt, wanting to memorize every detail to savor for the rest of my life.
Her clit was bright red, raw from my tongue, throbbing for relief.
Her opening had blossomed into a swamp of need, thick lips quivering as it trying to speak its desires.
My fingers were creamy from the relentless fucking of her hole.
It was time.
Reaching up with my left hand, I grabbed her right breast and squeezed hard as my mouth and fingers plunged back into her desperate pussy with new intent.
There was no turning back now.
I matched the ever-increasing rhythm of her hips, inhaling her scent, tasting her sex, feeling the strong muscles of her smooth legs flex and shake next to me as I mercilessly attacked her cunt.
I could feel her reaching the boiling point, teetering on the edge, waiting for the slightest trigger that would send her crashing into oblivion.
I left her there, hyperventilating, completely at my mercy.
I owned her.
Whatever happened next was up to me.
So I yanked her nipple as hard as I could.
Immediately Eve hunched over, nearly folding in half as the powerful orgasm gripped her, stomach knitted, tits heaving, neck straining as she muffled a scream.
My fingers pulled against her G-spot, unleashing a torrent of cum. I knew full well how to increase the force and length of an orgasm. And I wasn’t going to let her off easy.
She continued to buck and heave, grunting through spasm after spasm, face a twisted mask of pleasure as I plucked her engorged clit with my tongue like a harp string.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.
To my surprise, without even touching myself a small orgasm rippled through me.
It was a taste of things to come.
****
Eve was still trembling when I climbed on top of her, drunk with lust.
I marveled at her toned arms. Her flat belly. She was so fucking sexy it made my head swim. It was everything I’d ever wanted or imagined.
And it was mine.
My pussy left a slick trail as I made my way up her sweat soaked body.
Eve’s blonde hair haloed her head on the pillow, a stark contrast with my dark hair as I brought myself face-to-face with her.
Yin and yang. Light and dark. Before and after.
Our eyes locked, intense. Something passed between us, something only a woman can unlock, something only women can share.
Eve leaned up and kissed me, first gently then with greater passion, tasting her own pussy, licking the juice from my face, cleaning me like a cat would.
Straddling her, my cunt dripped mercilessly, adding more twinkling jewels around her piercing. My hips began the undulate without my consent.
So I sat up, leaving her breathless with renewed desire, the elixir of her own womanhood having rekindled her desire.
She looked at me, confused.
“My turn.”
With that, I planted my cunt on her face.
Eve had learned her lessons well.
She lapped my hole with a possessed intensity, lips closing over my hot button and sucking with eager abandon.
The heat from my slit began to boil, spreading through my guts, causing my fingers and toes to tingle with anticipation.
I balanced myself, left hand cupping and kneading the flesh of my aching breasts, feeling about to burst, tweaking the nipples, twinges of pain swirling with pangs of pleasure, coaxing ever more feeling out of them, channeling the energy from between my legs.
I ground my hips onto Eve’s face, mashing my cunt against her mouth, slathering her face with liquid from my yawning gash. She lapped it up like a kitten.
She was my fucktoy.
The weight began to build in my belly.
Desire and need began to intersect.
I needed to cum.
Suddenly, I heard the patter of fat raindrops on the balcony. The tropical storm had finally arrived. And it quickly escalated to a torrential downpour.
The rapid change in mood and temperature was dramatic. The room filled with portent and oppression. The power of nature evident.
It gave me an idea.
I moved up slightly and lifted my leg.
“You know what to do.”
I could see Eve’s eyes widen as my asshole stared back at her, already slick from the passion pumping out of me.
“Eat it.”
And I lowered myself down.
Nothing prepared me for the feeling. Tentative, long tongue strokes warmed the entire area. Liquid pressure. And at its center the starburst of nerves contracted, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
I grabbed the headboard with my left hand and attacked my cunt with my right as if something possessed me. This was what I’d wanted.
Control.
“Do it. Lick my ass. Come on. Work my asshole with your tongue!” I demanded, grinding myself onto her mouth with abandon as I furiously strummed my shrieking clit, spattering my own thighs with juice.
Eve choked and gasped as I smothered her. But there was nowhere to escape. Her hands were still tied behind her back.
She was helpless.
I could feel her body writhing behind me, either from pleasure of discomfort.
I didn’t really care.
I pulled back for a beat and shoved my fingers into her mouth. Her eyes bulged but she sucked them anyway, tongue lapping at the froth from my fervent masturbation.
Deeper and deeper until she gagged, tears streaming down her face.
I pulled them out, slick with mucus from the bottom of her throat, and fingerfucked myself with abandon.
Eve looked up at me in shock. Then something shifted in her. Something broke. She closed her eyes, moved down and planted her tongue directly on my pulsing asshole.
She was mine.
I had won.
I had never brutalized my pussy like this before. It was as if I couldn’t quench the hunger inside, to quell the burning, to meet the need.
Cresting… cresting…
But no release in sight. Just the ever-tightening coils of my body preparing for something that didn’t seem like it was going to come.
Shit! What was missing?
I growled in frustration as I worked my body to the brink.
Dutifully, Eve wriggled and pressed her tongue against my puckered hole. She was completely at my command, like a service a****l.
Then it hit me.
“All of it. Now!” I commanded, pushing down harder.
Instantly Eve shoved her entire tongue deep into my asshole, nearly two inches of wet, writhing flesh piercing the darkest side of my desires.
It pushed me over the edge.
Lights exploded in my brain as she tongue-fucked my ass, sensation splintering my psyche, the charged current roaring through my cunt as I tortured my clit between my fingers.
Her tongue had me like a fish on a hook.
I couldn’t even scream as the orgasm of my life washed over me, convulsing and shaking as wave after wave of sexual pleasure threatened to drown me forever.
Cascading… cascading…
Wedded to the liquid sound of the rainstorm outside.
After what seemed an eternity, Eve pulled her tongue out of my ass with a muffled pop. She gasped for breath, panting like a dog as I collapsed on top of her.
A tangle of trembling limbs.
Bodies slick with sweat and cum.
Breasts heaving.
Exhausted. Fulfilled. Sated.
****
I’d left the balcony doors open to air out the room as best I could – it had reeked of raunchy, filthy sex. Outside the rain continued to fall, a steady backdrop to the insistent crash of waves on the beach.
Eve was long gone. Our goodbye had been more of a dismissal. I didn’t need her anymore. She’d served her purpose.
And she seemed okay with that. She’d even thanked me, eyes cast on the floor, before she slipped out the door.
As I lay on the bed, my hand wandered to the tell-tale wet spot marking the mattress. My mind flashed through the entire narrative of the evening in seconds, lurid details springing forth for review before returning to the heated rush to climax.
An old, unrealized need had met with electric fulfillment. Something in me had changed. For the better.
I was going home tomorrow, back to my husband and daughter and my whole complicated life.
In so many ways it was what I craved and loved and wanted.
But what had happened with Eve tonight was what I’d needed.
Soft rain continued to beat a pattern on the roof that coupled with the warm tropical air lulled me to blissful, dreamless sleep.
It was paradise.
A million stars burned across the night sky. The swollen moon was full and bright, competing with the torches that lit the path I was walking on. To my left, the dark ocean rumbled, waves rushing up the sand in a steady march.
The warm breeze from the waterfront was redolent with the heady combination of sea salt and jasmine. In the distance I could still hear the muffled music from the bar at the north side of the resort, where I’d spent the last four hours dancing up a storm with my girlfriends.
I had come on a five-day, girls-only vacation on the island of Kauai in Hawaii. My daughter was staying with my husband. I missed both of them but relished the freedom from responsibility. I could be me. And celebrate that with five of my closest girlfriends.
That night, we’d all agreed to dress as sexy as possible, go to the resort club and to flirt with as many guys as we could. Laughter, gossip, stories and dancing, all fueled by a wide variety of fun cocktails to lubricate the proceeding. Memories forged, friendships strengthened, spirits lifted.
It had been a blast.
But it was late. We were getting up early the next day to take the helicopter tour up to the top of the volcano. So now, slightly buzzed, I made my way down the footpath that would eventually lead me through the gardens, by the pool and back to my room.
I paused on the bluff overlooking the crashing surf, taking in the magnificent view, luxuriating in the waning moments of unfettered, uncomplicated life. Almost u*********sly, I slid my hand across my belly, dipping down to lightly touch the top of the graceful swell that led down to my pussy. Despite the warm air I shivered. I was horny from the booze, the dancing and the flirting.
I wonder if I could get away with fingering myself right here, right now? I wonder if anyone—
“Hey, you!”
I looked back to find Eve making her way up the footpath towards me. I sighed and dropped my hand to my side, trying to figure out how to handle what was about to happen.
Eve was not one of our original group. Allison had befriended her on the island a few days earlier and invited her to join our night out. To be fair, Eve had a lot of qualities that made her worth bringing along. Well, maybe just one.
She was stunningly beautiful – blonde hair, striking blue eyes, with an aquiline nose perfectly positioned over thick, luscious lips. And her body was incredible. She was a personal trainer, and the best advertising for her services was to see her in a bikini. Large breasts. A perfect ass. Thoroughly toned body. All in a tight little 5’2” package.
It was enough to make the other girls jealous.
But not me. While I found her totally attractive, to be honest I also found her totally annoying. Oh, she was pleasant enough but there was something fake about her, an undercurrent of superiority in how she carried herself. She was allowing us to hang out with her, not the other way around.
Still, she was fucking hot. I had a very pleasant time checking out her unharnessed tits bob and weave all night on the dance floor. In the back of my mind I wondered what it would feel like to weigh them in my hands, to clutch them tightly as I –
Stop it. This is what happens when you drink too much.
“Hey, Eve,’ I said evenly as she approached. Her thin dress revealingly clung to her body, leaving very little the imagination, breasts swaying with each step.
Fuck, she’s hot.
“You ran off before I got to say goodbye. I mean, I’m not sure if we’re all going to see each other tomorrow and it’s the last day, so…”
“I’m sure we’ll run into each other. I’ll talk to Allison about us all getting together again.”
Eve looked away, smiling, acting shy. She was pretty drunk, too.
“I just had such a nice time tonight. And… I think we really connected, you know?” She giggled coquettishly, then leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.
It pissed me off.
All night she’d been flirting with me – light touches, leaning in to whisper in my ear, rubbing my shoulders, grabbing my hand to take me to the bar for a drink. It was bullshit. She was a fucking tease. And my guess is she didn’t have the courage of her convictions.
“You know what, Eve? You’re full of shit.” I spat, letting the liquor take over for a moment. She froze, stunned.
Ha! I bet no one’s ever talked to her like that before.
I got in her face, my eyes never leaving hers.
“All night you’ve been a tease, sending signals you wanted to fuck. And now all I get is a kiss on the cheek? Are you really that pathetic? Or just afraid of what you want?” I announced. It made my pussy tingle to say out loud what I’d only ever whispered inside.
She began to stammer… but then I shocked her and myself by planting my lips on hers. Hard.
Holy fuck. I really am drunk.
Before she could reel away, I grabbed her blonde hair with my right hand and pulled her back, our lips so close I could feel the heat of her breath. A hint of cinnamon.
“What? Now you don’t want to fuck me? All show and no tell?” I challenged.
We stayed nose-to-nose for several long, tortured moments. Eve wavered on her feet, body trembling but eyes never leaving mine.
OK, let’s see what we’re both made of.
I moved even closer. Our breasts melded, the rising points of our nipples making electric contact. Our hips touched, wide and feminine, so different than a man, yet equally as strong. Our pussy mounds finally pressed together, the pressure sending warmth flooding between us.
I could see whatever outrage or resolve within her crumbling like a sand castle on the beach when the tide comes in.
And I felt the opposite happen inside me. Something sparked. A fuse had been lit.
Eve’s eyes fluttered. She moved in to kiss me, breath sweet, lips moist and glistening, open and ready. It would be easy to taste her.
Instead I gripped her hair harder, stopping her the instant before contact.
“Why should I?”
I quickly brushed my lips against hers. Heat. Hunger.
She opened her mouth but I pulled back, teasing, torturing.
“Why should I!?” I barked.
“Because… because you want to,” she whined.
I reached around and grabbed her tight ass with my lefty hand, kneading the flesh.
“You’re a fucking liar.” I glared at her.
Her eyes glistened the pale moonlight. A sob caught in her throat.
It made me feel sexy. Powerful. Like an a****l hunting prey.
“Say it.”
A tear spilled down her cheek. Then quietly:
“Because… I want to, okay? I want to.”
“Good.”
With that, I drove my tongue into her mouth. She squealed in surprise but quickly pushed back, forcing her own tongue into combat with mine.
It was not romantic. It was rough. Passionate. Sloppy. Wet.
Bodies pressed together. Hips grinding against one another. Breasts growing full and heavy with mutual desire, mashed together in fertile concert.
I groaned into her mouth as I pulled her harder against me, grinding our pubic bones together, our dresses providing little in the way of separation.
Then I pulled away just as suddenly.
“You don’t deserve it.”
Stepping back, I turned and started walking up the footpath to the hotel. My pussy screamed in protest. I could feel a trickle of juice snake its way down my leg. It took every ounce of concentration not to stumble. I sucked in the cool, tropical air to steady myself.
“Wait!”
I looked back.
She was glowing in the moonlight. Behind her, waves broke gently on the beach. The onshore breeze shifted her blonde hair and wrapped her dress to her taut body. She looked lost, breathless, teetering on her feet, chest flushed, turgid nipples straining against thin fabric.
“Please…” she whispered plaintively.
I considered her a moment, then:
“Well? Are you coming?”
It wasn’t a question. It was an order.
I continued towards the hotel, smiling as I heard her quickly fall in step behind me.
****
“Take off your clothes.”
Eve stood at the foot of the bed in my hotel room, a rectangle of blue moonlight illuminating her. I stood silhouetted against the open doors onto the balcony. Behind me the ocean stretched to the edge of the earth, a shimmering collection of diamond tipped waves. But large clouds threatened portions of the starscape. A tropical shower was coming.
Hands shaking, Eve nervously slipped the straps off her toned shoulders but paused, holding the dress to her chest.
“Now you’re shy? Drop the fucking dress.”
She quickly shrugged and the dress fell to the floor like a prayer.
My imagination had not failed me. Her body was astonishing.
Her breasts swelled fully from her lean frame, punctuated by pink, engorged nipples. Unexpectedly, they were amazingly real.
Her cut arms trembled by her side. Her defined belly pulsed, its sharp lines arcing down towards the bulge of her mons, barely contained by a whisper of white panties.
She was clearly both terrified and wildly turned on.
“Turn around,” I ordered as I moved towards her, shrugging my own dress off in my wake. Even though the journey was only ten feet, the way my breasts swayed as I walked caused a surge of sexual energy to course through my body.
The thin strip of her white thong bisected a perfectly sculpted ass, mirroring the tan lines that cupped each cheek.
I traced the tan lines with my fingertip. She shuddered.
“Hands behind your back.”
Hesitation.
“Do it!”
Eve quickly assumed the position, wrists crossed in the small of her back. She jumped as I crisscrossed the belt from the bathroom robe tightly through her arms and secured her hands firmly.
“Don’t worry. Just behave.”
I dragged my nipples against her back as I placed both hands on her hips, holding her in place. She didn’t see me sway slightly, intoxicated by the sheer eroticism of what was happening.
Her fragrance pulled me to her neck – the slightest essence of lily of the valley. I nuzzled, kissing her, licking her throat, nipping her with my teeth.
Wrapping my arms around her from behind, I ran my hands up her torso to cup her large tits. It was unfamiliar yet familiar, to be holding someone else’s breasts. Squeezing. Rolling the nipples between her thumb and forefinger.
She gyrated her ass into my crotch and moaned.
Dragging my fingernails down her sides, I hooked them in the waistline of her panties and slowly pushed them over her womanly hips. A quick two-step from her and they tumbled to her feet.
Unable to resist any more, I slid my fingers down her fluttering belly, directly over her bald pussy mound. I rubbed the flat of my hand up and down, stroking with more and more pressure as Eve’s breath became louder and harsher. But I didn’t enter the aching slit. I didn’t give her what she wanted.
I stopped.
“Lie down on the bed.”
“Don’t you want me to…” she began as she turned toward me.
She yelped as I firmly pushed her backwards onto the bed, back down, legs splayed.
“No. But don’t worry – you’ll owe me.”
Eve eagerly pushed herself back towards the pillows. I crawled onto the foot on the bed and slithered forward between her legs. My cunt was boiling with desire as I lay on my belly and crossed my legs, the long journey to orgasm about to begin.
I stared at her gorgeous pussy in the moonlight.
Clean-shaven, lips pink and pulsing, shiny with dew. It was like staring at myself. And what had always seemed like an alien idea was suddenly so simple. Thinking of my own burning pussy, I immediately understood.
I knew what wanted. So I knew what wanted.
Lightly tracing up her inner thighs with my fingers, I massaged the tender area where her legs met her crotch, tantalizingly close but not delving into her steaming entry.
She threw back her head and hissed.
I reach my arms up under her legs, hands playing the muscles that contracted on her belly, fingers toying with the jewel of her piercing before sliding down and slinging my fingers into her soft, tight cleft and gently peeling her pussy wide open, the blossoming flesh revealing the hooded nub of her shockingly large, erect clit.
Heat. Musk. Sex.
Eve gasped. “Oh, fuck. Yes.”
My face was inches away.
A lifetime of fantasy and yearning, questions and temptations finding form in the glistening hole open before me.
No hesitation.
One lick. Strong, from bottom to top. Feeling the hardness of her pulsing clit before pulling back, dizzy with lust, still connected to her by a string of juice that danced between us. I slurped it into my mouth, tasting for the first time what I’d only tasted of myself. My mind reeled.
Involuntarily my thighs snapped shut, rubbing and writhing as my pussy ignited.
I was unleashed.
My mouth clamped onto her pussy, tongue exploring every fold, tasting every nuance of her womanhood, drinking the copious fluid that flowed from deep within.
Tongue and clit danced, back and forth, forcing the hood to retreat, sucking it in my mouth, dragging my teeth over the sensitive hive of nerves.
Eve twisted on the bed, body jolting, her incredibly toned physique firing.
My left hand pushed down on her pubic bone, forcing her deeper and harder onto my lapping tongue, wriggling in her fuck hole. My right hand snaked back under her leg. In an instant, I easily shoved two fingers deep into her sopping gash, labia parting with a welcome squish.
My pussy was on fire. I clenched the muscles, trying to stem the need.
Eve groaned like an a****l.
“So good… so good.”
And so the bartering began.
Me fingering her cunt roughly, torturing her clit with my tongue, bringing her to the edge and back over and over again.
Her straining against me, trying to force me to move the way she wanted, then finally succumbing to my will.
The bed under her clenching ass was soaked.
My face shimmered with spit and cum, jaw working, tongue darting.
Shaking, she tightened her pussy, hips undulating, desperate to find the rhythm that would take her over the edge.
But I wouldn’t let her.
Every time I felt the walls of her steaming cunt expand with the promise of release I pulled back, easing the force and consistency of my attack. And each time she’d plead for me to finish her off.
Finally, I took pity.
I gazed at her cunt, wanting to memorize every detail to savor for the rest of my life.
Her clit was bright red, raw from my tongue, throbbing for relief.
Her opening had blossomed into a swamp of need, thick lips quivering as it trying to speak its desires.
My fingers were creamy from the relentless fucking of her hole.
It was time.
Reaching up with my left hand, I grabbed her right breast and squeezed hard as my mouth and fingers plunged back into her desperate pussy with new intent.
There was no turning back now.
I matched the ever-increasing rhythm of her hips, inhaling her scent, tasting her sex, feeling the strong muscles of her smooth legs flex and shake next to me as I mercilessly attacked her cunt.
I could feel her reaching the boiling point, teetering on the edge, waiting for the slightest trigger that would send her crashing into oblivion.
I left her there, hyperventilating, completely at my mercy.
I owned her.
Whatever happened next was up to me.
So I yanked her nipple as hard as I could.
Immediately Eve hunched over, nearly folding in half as the powerful orgasm gripped her, stomach knitted, tits heaving, neck straining as she muffled a scream.
My fingers pulled against her G-spot, unleashing a torrent of cum. I knew full well how to increase the force and length of an orgasm. And I wasn’t going to let her off easy.
She continued to buck and heave, grunting through spasm after spasm, face a twisted mask of pleasure as I plucked her engorged clit with my tongue like a harp string.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.
To my surprise, without even touching myself a small orgasm rippled through me.
It was a taste of things to come.
****
Eve was still trembling when I climbed on top of her, drunk with lust.
I marveled at her toned arms. Her flat belly. She was so fucking sexy it made my head swim. It was everything I’d ever wanted or imagined.
And it was mine.
My pussy left a slick trail as I made my way up her sweat soaked body.
Eve’s blonde hair haloed her head on the pillow, a stark contrast with my dark hair as I brought myself face-to-face with her.
Yin and yang. Light and dark. Before and after.
Our eyes locked, intense. Something passed between us, something only a woman can unlock, something only women can share.
Eve leaned up and kissed me, first gently then with greater passion, tasting her own pussy, licking the juice from my face, cleaning me like a cat would.
Straddling her, my cunt dripped mercilessly, adding more twinkling jewels around her piercing. My hips began the undulate without my consent.
So I sat up, leaving her breathless with renewed desire, the elixir of her own womanhood having rekindled her desire.
She looked at me, confused.
“My turn.”
With that, I planted my cunt on her face.
Eve had learned her lessons well.
She lapped my hole with a possessed intensity, lips closing over my hot button and sucking with eager abandon.
The heat from my slit began to boil, spreading through my guts, causing my fingers and toes to tingle with anticipation.
I balanced myself, left hand cupping and kneading the flesh of my aching breasts, feeling about to burst, tweaking the nipples, twinges of pain swirling with pangs of pleasure, coaxing ever more feeling out of them, channeling the energy from between my legs.
I ground my hips onto Eve’s face, mashing my cunt against her mouth, slathering her face with liquid from my yawning gash. She lapped it up like a kitten.
She was my fucktoy.
The weight began to build in my belly.
Desire and need began to intersect.
I needed to cum.
Suddenly, I heard the patter of fat raindrops on the balcony. The tropical storm had finally arrived. And it quickly escalated to a torrential downpour.
The rapid change in mood and temperature was dramatic. The room filled with portent and oppression. The power of nature evident.
It gave me an idea.
I moved up slightly and lifted my leg.
“You know what to do.”
I could see Eve’s eyes widen as my asshole stared back at her, already slick from the passion pumping out of me.
“Eat it.”
And I lowered myself down.
Nothing prepared me for the feeling. Tentative, long tongue strokes warmed the entire area. Liquid pressure. And at its center the starburst of nerves contracted, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
I grabbed the headboard with my left hand and attacked my cunt with my right as if something possessed me. This was what I’d wanted.
Control.
“Do it. Lick my ass. Come on. Work my asshole with your tongue!” I demanded, grinding myself onto her mouth with abandon as I furiously strummed my shrieking clit, spattering my own thighs with juice.
Eve choked and gasped as I smothered her. But there was nowhere to escape. Her hands were still tied behind her back.
She was helpless.
I could feel her body writhing behind me, either from pleasure of discomfort.
I didn’t really care.
I pulled back for a beat and shoved my fingers into her mouth. Her eyes bulged but she sucked them anyway, tongue lapping at the froth from my fervent masturbation.
Deeper and deeper until she gagged, tears streaming down her face.
I pulled them out, slick with mucus from the bottom of her throat, and fingerfucked myself with abandon.
Eve looked up at me in shock. Then something shifted in her. Something broke. She closed her eyes, moved down and planted her tongue directly on my pulsing asshole.
She was mine.
I had won.
I had never brutalized my pussy like this before. It was as if I couldn’t quench the hunger inside, to quell the burning, to meet the need.
Cresting… cresting…
But no release in sight. Just the ever-tightening coils of my body preparing for something that didn’t seem like it was going to come.
Shit! What was missing?
I growled in frustration as I worked my body to the brink.
Dutifully, Eve wriggled and pressed her tongue against my puckered hole. She was completely at my command, like a service a****l.
Then it hit me.
“All of it. Now!” I commanded, pushing down harder.
Instantly Eve shoved her entire tongue deep into my asshole, nearly two inches of wet, writhing flesh piercing the darkest side of my desires.
It pushed me over the edge.
Lights exploded in my brain as she tongue-fucked my ass, sensation splintering my psyche, the charged current roaring through my cunt as I tortured my clit between my fingers.
Her tongue had me like a fish on a hook.
I couldn’t even scream as the orgasm of my life washed over me, convulsing and shaking as wave after wave of sexual pleasure threatened to drown me forever.
Cascading… cascading…
Wedded to the liquid sound of the rainstorm outside.
After what seemed an eternity, Eve pulled her tongue out of my ass with a muffled pop. She gasped for breath, panting like a dog as I collapsed on top of her.
A tangle of trembling limbs.
Bodies slick with sweat and cum.
Breasts heaving.
Exhausted. Fulfilled. Sated.
****
I’d left the balcony doors open to air out the room as best I could – it had reeked of raunchy, filthy sex. Outside the rain continued to fall, a steady backdrop to the insistent crash of waves on the beach.
Eve was long gone. Our goodbye had been more of a dismissal. I didn’t need her anymore. She’d served her purpose.
And she seemed okay with that. She’d even thanked me, eyes cast on the floor, before she slipped out the door.
As I lay on the bed, my hand wandered to the tell-tale wet spot marking the mattress. My mind flashed through the entire narrative of the evening in seconds, lurid details springing forth for review before returning to the heated rush to climax.
An old, unrealized need had met with electric fulfillment. Something in me had changed. For the better.
I was going home tomorrow, back to my husband and daughter and my whole complicated life.
In so many ways it was what I craved and loved and wanted.
But what had happened with Eve tonight was what I’d needed.
Soft rain continued to beat a pattern on the roof that coupled with the warm tropical air lulled me to blissful, dreamless sleep.
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