Losing Inhibitions_Sexy in the Sun

by Jools Louise

  I felt the cool caress of air against my body and I realised I was completely naked. I moaned again as my nipples pouted as a warm hand cupped the soft flesh. My eyes opened dazedly, and I stared into the bright blue gaze of the steward.

  I began to writhe as his thumb brushed against my aching nipple, realising I was no longer in my seat and had been moved into the bedroom, and the gorgeous steward was now sucking on my tongue. His fingers began to glide down my torso, exploring each inch of my body. My back arched, lost in sensation as he deepened the kiss, and I raised my hand, gripping the back of his blond head and tugging him against me. My other hand caressed his bare shoulder, and belatedly I became aware of the fact he was naked, too.

  “Hi there, gorgeous.” His blue eyes smiled into mine, husky with desire.

  His mouth left mine to travel south, moving to lave kisses against my neglected breast, as his fingers nipped and pulled and rubbed at its twin.

  “Holy shit!” It was all I could come up with as his other hand delved between my legs, finding the soft mound there and cupping me softly, his thumb rubbing the trimmed bush of pubic hair. Grinning, his eyes shining brightly as he teased me with his thumb, he looked like a young Adonis. His body was pure perfection, leanly muscled, with nicely ripped abs, and his musculature was that of a runner, lean rather than massively hung. His cock was at least eight inches, and pointed upward to caress his flat belly, the tip seeping pre-cum.

  He knelt on the bed between my legs, his knees pushing my thighs apart as his mouth left my breast and he stared down at me, his eyes dark with lust. Sprawled in wanton abandon on the bed, I panted with desire, my skin flushed and my body throbbing. I wasn’t sure what had overcome me since I got on the plane, but I had taken one look at this stud and immediately began to dream all sorts of naughty things. The sizzling episode earlier with both Jackson and Max bringing me to two orgasms was apparently just the start of my adventures.

  He smiled at me, his expression primal with lust, and I arched my back, spreading my legs wide in wanton invitation to sample my glistening cunt. Maybe it was the rum, maybe just him, but for the first time in a long time I just didn’t care. I was completely unself-conscious as he looked over my body with a look that said he definitely approved, with no hint of disgust or revulsion. His cock jutted up between his legs, long and heavy and dripping at the tip.

  I licked my lips, wanting to taste him on my tongue, and as though reading my mind, he shifted on the bed into a sixty-nine position, diving down between my legs.

  “Here you go, gorgeous, have at it,” he growled. I moaned loudly as his tongue found my cleft and he began to gorge on the juices which were flowing freely. He was straddling my chest, his hips over my face, and that fat cock brushed my lips. I opened my mouth, taking the tip of the delicious appendage in, and began to lick around the spongy head like it was an ice cream cone. His groan of pleasure and the hitch of his hips told me I was doing it just right. I opened up further, groaning myself as the tasty slab of meat sank between my lips and he began bucking against my mouth as I slurped away at the delicious treat.

  Despite the fact I had only had about five boyfriends in my entire life, I had learned a few things from reading my raunchy novels. Deciding to try something new, I tilted my head a little, allowing the thick eight-incher to penetrate deeper until it brushed the back of my throat, concentrating on my gag reflex to stop myself choking. I hummed in delight as his groan of bliss buzzed against my clit, then moaned around the thick cock as his tongue began fucking my slick channel until, with a muffled cry, we both came together. His thick cream jetted into my mouth and I swallowed hungrily as he lapped up the cream flowing against his tongue.

  We both collapsed to the side, panting heavily, and I chuckled. The stud moved around on the bed until we were lying face-to-face, giving me a kiss and mixing the delicious flavours of our cum.

  “Hi, my name’s Jess, and I believe I’m now a junior member of the mile high club.” I giggled as he continued to pepper my face with kisses.

  He laughed. “I’m Max, and I’m happy to be of service.” He moved between my thighs, his hips spreading mine further, and I felt the slickness of his fat cock nudge against my sopping channel. “Let’s see if we can upgrade you to the platinum membership,”

  I moaned as he leaned down, his chest hairs brushing my sensitive nipples, lubricating himself with my cum. With a curse, he reached over to the side cabinet, rustled around for a second or two, and then ripped open a condom wrapper and sheathed himself. His blue eyes locked with mine, and he shifted again, lining up his cock before plunging inside in one swift thrust.

  I cried out, the sudden impalement inside my tight sheath almost painful and he paused, halfway inside. I panted, eyes locked on his. His fingers began to stroke against the tiny nub of my clit, rubbing the sensitive flesh as I relaxed around him, allowing him to move further inside.

  I heard a noise by the door to the bedroom, and turning my head I saw Jackson, eyes nearly black with lust, watching the show. My eyes lowered, widening slightly as he unbuttoned his pants, pulling his monster man meat from his underwear and fisting it in his hand. I couldn’t look away as Max began to move, and I felt like I was the star of my very own private porn movie. I wondered whether Jackson would come on my tits or in my mouth.

  Slowly and steadily Max surged forward, and I gasped in pleasure as I felt the slap of his balls on my ass and knew he was fully seated inside my clenching sheath. I was so wet he hadn’t needed lube, and my eyes closed blissfully as he began to thrust with slow steady strokes, gripping my hips as he picked up the pace until he was pummelling my inside hard and fast, grunting with pleasure as he pistoned his hips against me.

  “Fuck, you feel fantastic,” he said, growling, his head thrown back in an agony of lust.

  I lost track of time as we fucked, lost in pleasure as I came again and again. We fucked on the bed, standing up, sideways, and every other way, his cock never seeming to be satiated as he ploughed me over and over. Max came twice more, with Jackson leaving us after a while having spurted twice, first on my face and then my tits. Hours later, exhausted, slick with sweat and cum, I lay on the bed with Max. My sated form was draped over Max like a human caftan, his cock still embedded in my sheath as our breathing began to calm.

  With a sigh of regret, Max withdrew, planting a swift kiss on my mouth which turned into a heavy make-out session before groaning and pulling away. Shifting off the bed, he looked down at me, his smile one of smug satisfaction mixed with regret that he had to leave.

  “We’ll be landing in a couple of hours, and I need to see if the boss is awake yet,” he said ruefully. I lay there looking at his semi-flaccid cock, his chest hair matted with sweat and his lips swollen from our passionate kisses. His face was sticky, having eaten out my pussy several times like he had been starving for the taste of me.

  “Hmmm, I hope he managed to sleep through your moaning and yelling,” I teased, feeling the itchy tightening of drying cum on my inner thighs, face, and tits, and deciding I really should have a shower. I looked down at myself, then wiggled my eyebrows teasingly.

  He grinned, reading my thoughts, and I grabbed his hand as he hauled me up. Dragging me into the shower, we spent the next twenty minutes or so conserving water whilst thoroughly cleansing every inch of each other’s bodies before he protested that he really had to leave before the boss fired him and threw him out of the plane at forty thousand feet with no parachute.

  I returned to the bedroom, and despite my recent sexual marathon, felt energised and refreshed, as well as happier than I had been in a long while. Sexual therapy was definitely to be recommended.

  I dressed again, sans underwear since they had been ripped to shreds by Max’s powerful grip. First time that’s ever happened. Usually I’m tripping over my knickers in a less than romantic beginning to previous lovemaking while my partner deals with his socks.

  I psyched myself up to return to the main cabin, trying to pr
event the blush which was lighting up my face like a beacon. I shrugged, girded my loins, and went to sit down.

  “Ahem,” Max said as he stood beside my seat, all professional now, despite he was the one who I had just spent several hours within various sensual pursuits.

  Looking up, my blush deepened at the knowing glint in his eyes as he offered me yet another cocktail and I accepted it with all the aplomb I could muster. He winked, making sure he brushed my arm as he passed and delivered a drink to Jackson, who I was studiously trying not to look at.

  “Well rested, are you?” Jackson asked, the innocence in his tone decidedly suspect since he had been part of those sensual pursuits with his steward.

  “Yes, yes, I had a nice nap.”

  A snort and a chuckle had me looking over at him, seeing his delighted grin and the wicked light in his brown eyes, and his gaze rested on the flush on my cheeks.

  “So that hickey on your neck is a result of excess turbulence, is it?” he enquired, raising a brow as I sputtered around the bendy straw, inhaled the drink the wrong way, and began to cough as he burst into laughter.

  “Shut up, idiot!” I said, not too cross but definitely embarrassed.

  He only laughed harder, shaking his head at my blushes.

  “You go, girlfriend,” he encouraged, holding his sides as I stuck out my tongue and tried to recover some semblance of dignity whilst trying to ignore his mirth.

  “I am a mature, independent, twenty-first-century female, and I intend to enjoy my vacation, thank you very much.” I sniffed with fake haughtiness at him, trying not to smile at his hilarity. “Besides, you did say you liked to watch.”

  “Yeah, well, Max certainly has enjoyed the start to your vacation, judging by the way he’s limping!”

  I threw my straw at Jackson, deciding dignity was overrated, before grabbing a cushion and pummelling him over the head with it.

  “And I really, really enjoyed watching.” He winked at Max mischievously.

  I could hear Max chuckling as well as he watched his boss get assaulted by me, and as I returned to my seat, I couldn’t help but laugh along with them at the thought that I could in any way try to be dignified. It just wasn’t in me.

  “We’re going to have so much fun on this vacation,” Jackson said emphatically, tilting his bottled beer in a toast to me. He leaned over, kissing me with toe-curling thoroughness, and I moaned in delight as Max moved to join in, the three-way absolutely delicious.

  Grabbing my glass, I clinked it against the bottle, and grinned at him as the kiss ended, with all three of us panting breathlessly.

  “Oh, yes, fun is the name of this girl’s game!” I smirked at him, rubbing a finger against the little bruise which showed on the side of my neck, which set both him and Max off again and led to more teasing for the rest of the flight.

  A brief touchdown for refuelling, then we were en route for the final leg of our flight. Max stayed aboard, napping for a few hours in the bedroom as Jackson and I talked softly. He told me that Max lived on the island we were heading for, and he was sure we would be getting together again over the next few weeks. Giving me a cheeky grin and a knowing wink had me blushing again, since despite my earlier wanton behaviour, in the light of day, I was still uncomfortable acknowledging the fact.

  I shook my head, settling into my seat again before my eyes closed in exhaustion and I slept for the rest of the flight.

  Chapter 4:

  Paradise

  Bright tropical sunlight met my eyes as we stepped off the plane, and I blinked, trying to remember where I put my sunglasses. Jackson, with a snort, passed them to me with a shake of his head and I stuck out my tongue at him, acknowledging the silent slam at my absentmindedness.

  Ah, relief as I shielded my eyes and studied my lush surroundings. The balmy air was a silken caress on my skin and I removed my cover-up as the heat of the day hit me. Surrounding the airport were lush tropical trees and plants. Blossoms from various plants abounded, providing a colourful backdrop to the small runway. Despite its small size, it appeared to be neat as a pin, complete with a small terminal through which we exited the complex.

  Our luggage was off-loaded as we walked through the building, and loaded onto a trailer behind a golf buggy. Boarding the buggy, we were whisked away as Max waved a cheerful good-bye, having given me a swift yet heated kiss as I disembarked the plane along with a promise to see me later. Phew! The stud was insatiable.

  A narrow road led through lush groves of banana trees, coconut palms, and other exotic vegetation, the breeze against my skin lovely and fresh, reviving my tired brain.

  Our driver was a well-built young man, his skin the colour of mocha coffee, and his hair hung in dozens of beaded braids and was tied together in a thick rope which hung midway down his back. His name was Caleb, and his smile lit up his face as he gave me the spiel about the island. Caleb was a hottie, and I tried to listen to his monologue while eyeing his beautiful bod. It was now official, I was a nympho. I wondered if there was a scientific link between rum cocktails and nymphomania, since I’d never behaved this way before. I couldn’t blame the pressurised cabin in the plane, or lack of oxygen, either, since I was now on land and still horny as hell. Yeah, must be the rum.

  Approximately five miles long and two miles wide, the island sat a hundred miles off the coast of Fiji, having some long-winded name I couldn’t pronounce, in the middle of the Pacific among an archipelago of other small islands and atolls. The area had once been a stopping off point for ships during WWII, and had then been developed as a small refuelling station in the intervening years. About ten to fifteen years ago, it had been bought by a developer who wanted to turn it into a private resort complex, and it was now a luxuriant oasis with a sprinkling of villas, each with their own Jacuzzis. Three swimming pools sat in the resort proper, with a clothing shop, bar and restaurant, as well as a scuba hire shop. The island had been dubbed El Santuario, and I definitely felt relaxed and chilled.

  I’ve always been fairly sensitive to the “vibe” of different places. I felt a little intimidated when visiting New York, for instance, with all the hustle and bustle. In Chicago, I enjoyed the slightly less frenetic pace as well as the visits to blues bars. London was exhausting with everyone rushing everywhere on tubes and buses and hurrying down the sidewalks.

  From the moment I stepped off the plane and onto the warm tarmac, this island felt like I’d come home. The smell of the abundant blossoms, the sea breeze, and the warmth of the sun felt like a soothing salve to my soul and I closed my eyes in bliss as I soaked up the atmosphere like a sponge.

  Jackson’s hand grasped mine and squeezed, and I squeezed back, smiling over at him like an excited child. That tingly feeling that you get when everything is suddenly going right fizzed through my veins and I picked up his hands, kissing his fingers gently.

  “This place is fantastic, thank you so much for inviting me,” I said, planting a big smacking kiss on his cheek as he laughed at me, eyes turning a liquid chocolate colour as we shared an excited grin.

  “Thank you for accepting,” he replied huskily, and planted a kiss right on my mouth, lingering just a little. His eyes darkened, his hand cupping the back of my scalp, and he brought me closer, kissing me again, this time lingering longer and slipping his hot tongue between my lips. I tasted beer and desire, the unique tang of him exploding on my tongue, and I forgot myself for a moment as I sank willingly into the delicious flavour of him.

  He moaned, his fingers brushing against the nape of my neck, tilting my face slightly to give him a better angle as he devoured me like a starving man at a banquet.

  “I think I’m addicted to you, luv.” He growled against my lips, sucking on my tongue as one hand moved to cup my breast. “In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you,” he said and I melted, my toes curling as I hung on, hugging him close. “You were there for me after Doug died, and you’re the best friend I could have. Yeah, I love you, my sweet.” His whispered words w
ere a balm to my soul, and I could feel the love seeping into my pores as he held me tightly.

  Our eyes met as he lifted his head, lips slick and swollen.

  “I love you, too, J.” I kissed him softly again, which deepened swiftly as we made out.

  The kiss ended and my eyes opened, unfocussed as my brain tried to comprehend that the man I had been friends with for nearly ten years and had thought was gay, had just snogged the bejeezus out of me again and admitted he loved me.

  My nipples were taut, pushing against the thin material of my bra and camisole. Moisture flooded between my thighs, and my clitoris throbbed with desire, and my lips were swollen and slightly parted as I panted a little from the passionate kiss.

  My grey-blue eyes locked onto his dark brown ones. I was breathless, not knowing what to say as his scent invaded my nostrils and turned my brain to mush. I remembered my comment about how I could definitely fall for him if he weren’t gay, and blushed at my naiveté. This man was so much worldlier than I, confident, sexy and simply beautiful inside and out. I looked at the expression of gentle hunger on his face.

  “I’ve wanted you for a long time,” he continued, kissing me again. “I love your sense of humour, your strength of character, your generosity, and your gentle spirit.” Each point was punctuated with a kiss, and I could feel myself leaning into each caress.

  My eyes grew serious, thinking back to me having sex with Max earlier, then eyeing Caleb like he was my next entree, while saying “I love you” to Jackson.

  “I don’t understand how I can be in love with you, but then in the next minute be enjoying sex with your steward. There must be something wrong with me, because now I’m attracted to your driver as well.”

  Jackson hugged me closer, his hands rubbing against my back and kissing the top of my head.