by Silke Ming
“Tell me. What do you want?” he pleaded with her.
“I want you now.”
He lifted one leg over his arm and slid himself gently into her. At first it was gentle, but then his pace grew fast and furious. He slammed himself into her as her body knocked noisily against the door. He continued to stare into her face as her body bucked forward to meet his.
“Yes. Yes,” he said, as her muscles contracted around his rigid prick.
“Seamus,” she called out.
“You like it?”
“Yes, yes, Seamus. I want more.”
“I’ll give you more, Summer. I’ll give you more,” he said, driving himself deeper into her body. “Are you ready to beg?”
Her body was no longer hers. She felt as if she were floating away on a cloud. Her muscles contracted, holding him tightly, and he knew a mind-blowing orgasm was imminent.
“Oh God, Seamus,” she called out, as the fireworks exploded inside her body. “I’m coming.”
“Then come,” he said, lifting her off the floor by her buttocks for deeper penetration.
She called out his name, her fingers grabbing handfuls of his hair. He set her down and turned her around, her head resting on the door. He slowly inserted his shaft deep inside her, withdrew it, and thrust it in again. Over and over again this scene played out. Soon he, too, came, plunging himself deeply into her, his cock completely disappearing. His body trembled as the last drops of semen trickled down her sensitive walls. Bodies spent and eyes closed, they remained in this position until exhaustion forced them to stretch across the bed.
“I want you again,” he said, forcing her hand down to the rigid cock.
“You are a greedy one,” she said, feeling the rigid piece of flesh.
He lay on his back and pulled her on top of him.
“I want you to ride me,” he said, positioning her opening above his overheated cock.
He lifted her body and slipped it into her.
“Like this?” she asked, riding him like an unbroken stallion.
“Yes,” he moaned as his cock filled her, massaging her walls.
After much moaning and groaning, she came, and so did he, filling her again with his warm juices.
* * * *
The smell of gardenias hung heavy in the air, and a cool breeze kissed their faces as they made their way to dinner in the main house. They could hear music, laughter, and voices. The guests had all assembled for the Polynesian evening and were milling around the lobby, sipping Tahitian cocktails.
“You look lovely,” said a voice behind her.
It was Jean-Louis. He kissed her on both cheeks and shook Seamus’s hand.
“Thank you,” Summer replied.
Hoana was casually dressed, with the standard hibiscus flower behind her left ear. Jean-Louis wore a pair of white slacks and an island shirt.
“A vision of beauty,” said Seamus, staring at Hoana.
Soon they, too, were sipping cocktails and enjoying the tropical atmosphere. Hoana seemed a little more talkative, but all Seamus could think of was her half-naked body, which he had seen earlier that day. After a couple cocktails she had lost her inhibitions and was giggling like a teenager.
“Ladies and gentleman,” said the voice over the intercom, “our buffet is now open, and we invite you to join us on the veranda.”
The voice explained the menu choices, as the guests slowly filed out to the aroma of freshly grilled fish and meat filtering past their noses.
Lamps were lit along the periphery of the long veranda, and an assortment of local fare was laid out on long tables on the grass. The choices were limitless. There was an assortment of seafood, lobster, shrimp, abalone, and grilled snapper. In addition there was a suckling pig laid out on a tray of banana leaves, and chicken adorned with pineapple, also sitting in baskets made from banana leaves.
“Tell us what we have here,” said Seamus, when he came upon something unfamiliar.
“Such a shame you’re leaving tomorrow,” said Jean-Louis.
“I could live here forever,” Summer said, nudging Seamus.
“Hoana tells me she would like to move to France,” Seamus said.
“She’s doesn’t know what she’s got here,” Jean-Louis said. “Ninety percent of the French people would like to live here on this little piece of paradis!”
“The grass always seems greener on the other side,” Seamus replied.
“You really love it here, don’t you?” asked Summer.
“I do. I really do. There’s nothing left for me in France.”
After a sumptuous meal, the buffet tables were moved away and a stage was set. Drummers beat tantalizingly on their drums, and six female dancers in Polynesian costumes glided onto the stage. They wore long grass skirts barely hugging their hips, and skimpy tops adorned with shell necklaces. At first the drumming was slow and the dancers moved their hips seductively from side to side, but then the musicians started to beat faster, and the dancers slid seductively across the stage, their long hair cascading over their shoulders and their hips moving swiftly from left to right and back again, to the rhythm of the music. Summer looked at her companions. They were all staring ahead, seemingly mesmerized by the synchronized swinging of the dancers’ hips.
“That’s called Otea,” Jean-Louis said. “It’s a Tahitian welcome dance.”
“Is beauty a requirement to be a dancer?” Seamus asked.
“I’m not sure. Why do you ask?”
“Because each one of them is more beautiful than the other,” he replied. “Now you understand why I can never leave here.”
After ninety minutes, the entertainment was over and the dance music started, enticing the guests onto the dance floor.
“May I have the pleasure?” Jean-Louis asked, standing in front of Summer.
He escorted her onto the floor and held her gently in his arms. He smelled like the island. Sweet and fragrant with just a hint of musk and jasmine! They moved as one across the floor. At first they did not speak, but when he pulled her closer, she knew why she was so attracted to him. She felt his muscles rippling beneath his island shirt and she snuggled closer to him.
“Seamus is a lucky man,” he whispered in her ear.
“And Hoana is a lucky woman,” she replied.
“Do you think so?” he asked, looking down into her eyes.
“Are you a couple?”
He smiled before he answered.
“It’s difficult here on the island,” he said. “There is so much to choose from that it confuses me. But yes, she is my favorite.”
“Do you plan to marry?”
The tempo of the music changed and he didn’t answer. They could no longer converse as he kept swirling her around the dance floor. Summer noticed that there was also a deep conversation taking place between Hoana and Seamus as they, too, moved across the floor.
“So what do you do here in Tahiti?” Seamus asked Hoana.
“I work on the airplanes.”
“Are you a pilot also?”
“No,” she said, laughing. “I serve the passengers.”
“You are a stewardess!”
“Yes, a stewardess.”
“Now I understand. Is that how you met Jean-Louis?”
“Yes, we work together sometimes.”
“Were you born here?” Seamus asked.
“Yes, but I want to live in France. I want to work for the French airline.”
“Air France?”
“Yes.”
“And what does Jean-Louis have to say about that?”
“He thinks I am crazy. All the French people want to live here, he tells me, and I want to live there.”
“That’s always the case,” he said, twirling her around the floor and almost crashing into Summer and Jean-Louis.
“Are you having fun?” Jean-Louis asked. “Summer is a beautiful dancer.”
“So is Hoana. She is teaching me some of the local dance steps.”
They excha
nged partners, and soon Seamus and Summer moved cosily across the dance floor.
“She wants him to marry her,” whispered Summer.
“Who?”
“Hoana would like Jean-Louis to marry her.”
“Then why doesn’t he? She is beautiful.”
“He says that there is so much to choose from, that he is not ready to settle down,” she replied.
“So that’s why she’s blackmailing him.”
“Is she?”
“No. She keeps talking about moving to France. Maybe she thinks he will propose to her if she decides to leave. Where did you hear all this?”
“He just told me.”
“So what are we going to do now?” asked Jean-Louis as the music ended. “It’s still very early.”
“We are leaving tomorrow, and we haven’t packed our cases yet.”
“Come on. Your flight doesn’t leave until late tomorrow evening. Let’s go to my place. We can have a few drinks and you’ll get a chance to see where I sleep.”
“What do you think?” Seamus asked, turning to Summer.
“Why not?” she said.
They climbed into the jeep and travelled along a poorly lit street, passing a group of locals on the street playing a game by lamplight. Jean-Louis called out to them and they shouted back to him. It was extremely dark as they started a slow climb up a steep hill, where Jean-Louis parked the car and climbed out.
“This, my friends, is my home.”
They couldn’t see too much because the area was not well lit, but Jean-Louis disappeared and suddenly the area was awash with light. His home resembled a Balinese Bale situated on the top of a hill, surrounded by trees and fragrant flowers. The house was simply and minimally decorated. There were no walls, but miniatures of various aircraft types adorned the living area.
He offered each of them pineapple liquor, and they retired to the veranda with their drinks.
“Is that the ocean I can hear?” Seamus asked.
“Yes. By daylight it’s a beautiful view, but by night, it’s just too dark. I have something to show you,” he suddenly said.
He led them up four steps to another level, and what he showed them made Seamus’s heart leap.
“Where did you get it?” Seamus asked.
“I bought it from the great-great granddaughter of Gaugin.”
“Why didn’t you introduce me to her, and most of all why didn’t you show it to me earlier?”
“I wanted to show it to you two days ago, but I must be careful who I show it to.”
“Thank you for showing it to me,” he said. “This is spectacular!”
“Is it real?” Summer whispered.
“Of course it is!”
Jean-Louis moved away so that Seamus could get a closer look at the painting. He was now directly behind Summer. She could smell his cologne and feel Jean-Louis’s breath on her neck. After discussing the painting for a few minutes, they moved back to the veranda and the two couples continued to talk and laugh and drink, until it was time to go.
“It was such a pleasure meeting you,” Jean-Louis said to Summer. “It was just too short.”
“Thank you both,” said Seamus. “Next time we will stay a little longer.”
Hoana said she was too tired to accompany Jean-Louis to take them back to the hotel and would wait until he returned. Summer sat in the back of the jeep, her eyes closed, and allowed the wind to blow through her hair and the night fragrances of the island to fill her nostrils.
* * * *
Summer looked up and saw Jean-Louis walking along the pier, and he was alone. Where was Seamus? She didn’t trust herself to be alone with the handsome Frenchman. Although she loved Seamus, she knew she was attracted to him. He knocked and entered the bungalow through the unlocked door. As he approached her, their eyes met and she knew there was something on his mind.
“Hello, Jean-Louis. Where is Seamus?”
“He’ll be here soon. He stopped to buy something,” he replied.
“Have a seat,” she said. “Can I get you a drink?”
“No thank you. I came ahead of Seamus because I wanted to ask you something.”
There was only one sofa in the room and they both sat down. He turned to face her.
“What do you want to ask me?”
He smiled with her, but quickly turned away.
“What do you want to ask me?” she asked him again.
“You have such beautiful lips,” he said, his fingers tracing the outline of her lips.
“Seamus will be back in a moment,” she said, moving slightly away from him.
“He won’t mind,” the handsome Frenchman said.
He was so close that she couldn’t catch her breath. He drew even closer and looked deeply into her eyes, while his hand searched for hers. When he found her hand, he raised it to his lips and kissed the back of it. Her heart did somersaults as she stared back at him, totally mesmerized.
“I wanted you from the first moment I saw you,” he said with a bewitching gaze.
He placed his lips close to hers, but did not kiss her. The smell of his cologne penetrated her nostrils and she felt weak. The closeness of their bodies sent tremors erupting through her body, and she let out a sigh of deep desire. Now knowing she wanted to be touched by him, he placed his lips over hers with a roughness that was also very gentle. His tongue darted into her mouth and he searched between her lips until he found hers. She felt his hardness and the smell of his cologne, and the musk he exuded sent her body into an upward spiral.
“You want me, don’t you?” he asked, staring into her dark eyes.
She did not reply. The door opened and she knew it was Seamus. She could not see him but knew he was in the room. Seamus watched for a moment and then slowly walked toward them. He stared at them and then sat beside Summer. At first she was afraid to look at him, but when she did, and saw no anger, she relaxed. Sandwiched between the two men, she felt desirable and wanted to be touched by them both. Jean-Louis sat to her left and Seamus to her right. She stared into Jean-Louis’s eyes and he into hers, while Seamus gently stroked her cheek.
“You’re so beautiful,” said Jean-Louis, kissing her on the lips. “I really want you. I knew that when we looked at each other on the flight.”
She turned around and stared at Seamus. He ran his thumb and forefinger along the curvature of her lips. She was in love with Seamus, but the handsome stranger was lusting after her, and she after him.
“Do you want me?” asked Seamus.
“Yes,” she whispered, searching for Jean-Louis’s hand and caressing it.
“I don’t want to intrude,” said the handsome stranger.
“You’re not intruding,” said Seamus, his hand grazing lightly across her breast.
Jean-Louis gently turned her head back in his direction. He moved toward her, his lips brushing against hers releasing a plethora of emotions inside her. Her breathing became shallow, and his soft, velvety tongue invaded her mouth, intertwining with hers. The kiss was long and passionate and overtook their bodies. Her heart began to thump wildly as desire pumped through her aroused body.
“You make me hot.” Jean-Louis growled, his voice laced with lust.
His hand moved to her breast, and he stroked her nipple between his thumb and index finger, and she called out his name. He eased the top of her blouse down, exposing the lacy top of her bra. His tongue moved slowly along the edge of it, while Seamus’s nimble fingers slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Jean-Louis continued his seductive quest, until he reached one hardened nipple. His warm tongue licked it through her sheer bra, and she closed her eyes, revelling in the euphoria. Another hand eased her out of her bra, and circled the other nipple with a warm tongue. She threw her head to the back of the sofa and allowed the delicious feeling and gentle caressing to consume her.
She could feel the moisture forming between her legs. Her body no longer felt like her own. A warm tongue entered her mouth and she groaned loudly, while her pus
sy throbbed stronger than a beating heart. She felt as if a hundred hands were exploring her body in all its secret places. It was an experience she had never had and one she didn’t want to end. Something warm was pressed into her hand. A hard and pulsing cock! She stroked it and someone moaned. It was not Seamus. This was bigger than Seamus’s. Fingers entered her mouth and she sucked on them. Someone was licking her toes and working his way up her legs, between her thighs, which had been pushed apart, and a cool breeze blew, kissing her between the legs. She stiffened and stretched out her legs, and immediately someone lifted one of them over his shoulder. A rigid tongue circled her clit and forced its way into her entrance. Her body lurched forward, taking the tongue along with it.
“Ohhhhh,” she murmured, as another tongue filled her mouth, silencing her.
It moved from her mouth to her breasts, and the muscle in her hand kept growing longer and thicker. A tongue and fingers moved in and out of her, causing her body to react wildly to the pleasure that was consuming it. She opened her eyes and looked straight in to Jean-Louis’ ice-blue eyes. He was standing close to her, his rigid penis still in her hand. She was almost afraid to look at it because it felt as if it had doubled in size.
“Suck it,” he begged in a husky voice.
She glanced down and could only see half of Seamus’s face. The other half was hidden by her leg, which was resting easily on his shoulder. He was working away wildly on her clit. He lapped at it, and took it between his teeth, and she groaned. She heard something rip . With one quick tug, Seamus had torn her crotchless panties from her body and filled his mouth with her delicious pussy.
She looked again at Jean-Louis, who was still working diligently on his erection. He moved closer to her and edged it between her lips. At first he moved slowly, but then his rapid movements increased. Her mouth felt full, and as Jean-Louis worked his long shaft in and out, she was finding it harder to breathe. Seamus lifted her leg even higher for easy access, and she felt his beast menacingly circling her entrance. He slipped the crown inside and rotated it slowly. The state of her arousal gave her a giddy feeling. Deeper and deeper his cock penetrated her, and then he withdrew it. Then he thrusted it in again deeper inside her. He kept thrusting, his balls slapping wildly against her buttocks. She was now being pumped mercilessly from both ends. She felt as if her body would explode. Overwhelmed by the feeling of sweet seduction, she lapsed into a state euphoria.