by Blair
“I heard that too. Well thanks for the chat.” Margot got ready to leave.
“Can I ask something personal of you, Margot?”
“That seems only fair.”
“Is Jake as hot in bed as he looks?”
She smiled. “Hotter. Why, has he made a pass at you?”
She shook her head. “No.” She gave an embarrassed grin. “I was thinking about making one at him.” She gulped. “If you don’t mind, that is. I’d never go behind another girl’s back on purpose. I mean I guess I went behind Harry’s wife’s back, but I didn’t know she existed then. I don’t believe in stealing men from other women, although I don’t mind borrowing them once in a while.”
Margot looked at the pretty woman and knew that she and Jake would enjoy each other. Agreeing that she could fuck Jake would result in a simple and honest exchange of, as they say, precious bodily fluids, and a great deal of fun for them. “I can’t see why not,” she said. “All I ask is that if you screw my guy, I want to hear about it.”
“Fantastic,” she said giggling.
Margot laughed. “Since you are so excited now, you might go over to the hut and see if he is too busy to entertain a guest. I think he might be happy to see you.”
“Wow, thanks.”
“One thing,” Margot said. “Tell Jake I asked him not to change the sheets after you two use them.” The smell of Jake’s other conquests had been incredibly erotic and she thought dreamily of Jake or Harry taking her doggy style while she inhaled the perfume of Rhonda’s body from sheets damp with her sweat while Jake related the adventure.
Rhonda left before Margot could change her mind. Margot felt good, but none of this did a thing to calm the fires burning in her mind and between her own legs. A walk on the beach might not provide much distraction, but it was something to do.
She walked barefoot down the sand and into the water. The beach was empty, and the sun and salty breeze felt so good that she pulled her shirt over her head and swung it as she walked along looking at shells. She would see a flash of colour in the water, stop, and wait for the wave to roll out to see what marvel was there.
“Hi,” a voice called. She turned and saw Qary standing there wearing his tight speedo. She realized she was still topless, but what the hell, she was talking to a man who had fucked her and watched her be fucked. It seemed foolish to worry about him seeing her tits.
“Hi Qary,” she said.
“You look great Margot,” he said.
She thought he did too. She hadn’t seen how tanned his muscular body was inside his bungalow and she took a good look now, as he stood there shirtless. He seemed embarrassed as she ran her eyes over his body. “Thanks Qary.” She looked at him closely, and felt a strange urge. Here, with this man, was a chance for her to experiment. He was a fun sexual partner, but if he didn’t like something she did, it wouldn’t matter, unlike with Jake. So she asked, “Are you busy?”
“Not really,” he said. “There isn’t much to do until more guests arrive.”
“Then would you mind if I fucked you?”
He smiled. “Of course not. Isn’t that what we did yesterday?”
“No, I mean that I want to use you for my pleasure. Would you be willing to be passive, let me take you? Would you try not to cum until I did?”
“If you will return the favour. Will you let me take you anyway I want to?”
She hesitated. That request covered a lot of ground. But then, so did hers. She was asking him to do whatever she wanted. She walked over and kissed him, her hands on the hard muscles of his arms. “That sounds more than fair.” She reached down to stroke his cock.
His hands stroked her bare breasts and he let out a deep breath. “When I saw you walking, I was hoping you might be horny. I have a blanket a little ways down the beach.”
When they got to his blanket, she pulled down his swimsuit, releasing his hard prick. She stroked it, thinking it looked better than she remembered. “Lie down on your back,” she said. “I want to sit on your face and have you eat me and get me wetter than I am.” As he lay down, she pulled off her shorts. She straddled his face, feeling the warm tropical sun on her back and his hot tongue lap the length of her cunt. She shuddered with pleasure.
While he licked her, she bent forward to take his rigid prick in her hands. She looked at it closely, thinking that she was going to take this inside her. She traced the head with her finger and then licked it, feeling it twitch. Then she lifted from his face and squatted over him, putting the head of his prick between the lips of her pussy. She rubbed against her, working it just inside.
Real sex, Margot decided, as she lowered herself onto Qary’s cock, feeling it inside her, was better than reveries about it any time. She looked down at him, lying under her, a willing partner in her pleasure, as she began playing with her clitoris. His eyes were glued to her fingers and that pleasure spot. His hands rested lightly on her thighs, tingling. She moved slowly up and down on his swollen cock as she touched herself. It felt incredible. She had mounted this man in the daylight on the beach and was pleasuring herself with his cock and her own fingers.
She built herself up to a climax slowly, trying to savour every sensation, every moment of it. Yet soon enough she found herself climbing to the emotional peak. Qary stayed still as she rubbed her cunt frantically with her fingers and ground herself down on his shaft. Then she exploded, feeling her vagina trying to crush his cock inside her. His strong hands took her by the shoulders and held her as her climax rocked through her, and then she sagged down on him.
Feeling him still hard inside her, seeing him looking up at her, and having his mouth explore hers, she realized that now she had to make good on her half of the deal. She trembled a bit, wondering what he might have in mind.
He strong hands and arms lifted her up and put her on her knees next to him. He stood and held out a hand. She took it and he brought her to her feet. He led her up the beach to grove of palm trees and put her back against one. “I have had a fantasy about fucking you since you came to the island,” he told her. “It has two parts, and this is the first.” He put his hands on her waist and lifted her, pressing her back against the tree. “Put your legs around me,” he said and as she wrapped them around his waist, he guided his throbbing cock into her. The tree scratched her back slightly as he held her against it and fucked her. His hands gripped her buttocks; his fingers touched her ass crack as he slowly took her.
She let her head rest on his powerful shoulder, as he took his pleasure in her. She felt the tip of his finger touch her anus as he fucked her. He gave a soft groan as he pressed his body hard against hers and his finger slid in her ass. She matched him with a moan of pleasure as she was penetrated by a finger and cock at the same time. “Cum in me Qary,” she said, wanting to feel him shooting inside.
“Not like this,” he said. He put her down, his rigid cock wet against her thigh as he turned her around, her back to him. “Put your hands on the tree,” he told her. As she leaned forward to grab the tree, he took her from behind. He moved easily inside her, and she pushed back against him, wanting all of him inside. “I want to fuck your ass,” he told her. “I adore your ass.”
“But...” she began.
“You said any way I wanted,” he reminded her. She realized that she had known all along what he would want, and she had wanted it too. Her protests were the old Margot slipping out.
“Be gentle,” she begged.
He pulled his cock out and she felt it press against her anus. It was slippery as if he had lubricated it, and he forced the head inside. She cried out. It was so thick and hard. He pressed her into the tree. Her shoulder rested on the trunk and held her in place as he took her ass. He is fucking my ass, she thought, and she knew she liked it. She knew she would have to tell Jake that she let this man fuck her ass. That she had used him like
a sex toy in exchange for letting him use her.
Qary slammed into her, and she wondered if her shoulder would be bruised. Then he came, grabbing her hips hard enough to hurt as he fucked her ass.
They lay together and then cleaned up by swimming together in the clear Caribbean Sea. The light distorted in the water, giving their bodies strange angles.
Qary looked at her with an odd expression.
“What?” she asked.
“Oh, I was just thinking of how sexy you’d look with a more modern haircut. I am thinking of an asymmetric cut with just a taste of punk. His hand ran over her crotch. I could streak it a bit, and cut and streak your bush to match. It would be erotic as hell.
“We will see about that. Let me think about it,” she said, stroking his cock, which was becoming erect again. She grabbed it, then knelt in the water and sucked his cock until he came in her mouth.
“I will think about the haircut,” she said. “I am tempted.”
Then she walked home naked, carrying her shorts and tee shirt and wondering if she would come in on Jake and Rhonda. It would be lovely to join them, she thought.
Chapter Thirteen
When it was finally time to get ready to meet Sheila and Harry for drinks, Margot spent time shampooing, shaving her legs and underarms meticulously and then sat on the bed looking at herself in the mirror that she had moved in the hut from a storeroom.
Jake was washing up the dinner dishes in the kitchen. She stared at herself and thought, then walked into the kitchen. “Jake, look at me,” she said.
He turned and nodded. “You look fine. I did think you would put on clothes for the evening though. Somehow this doesn’t seem subtle.”
“Silly. I am taking a survey. Would you like it if I shaved my pussy?”
He thought about it. “Would it make you feel sexier or better about yourself?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then don’t rush into it.”
“All the girls seem to be shaving theirs.”
“Well, if you want to be like them, then I guess you have to, but I think you’d better decide how much you want to be like them and how much you want to be you. Then, of course, is the troublesome part of figuring out if you want to do something that other people do because that is the real you as much as it is them. The truth is that I love and am aroused by you this way, and can reassure you that I will find you just as sexy, although differently so, if you shave.”
She laughed. “I can’t follow that.”
“I can’t either. However, I will make you a deal. Don’t do it right now, but think about it. If you decide you want to, then I will take you for a holiday in Trinidad. We will stay at a place I know that has lovely rooms and a spa where you can have it professionally done. Remember that is delicate skin, not used to being shaved. I don’t want to come home horny for you and find you too sensitive for a good screw.”
“If am too sensitive, I am sure we could always find some desirable someone willing to take you on, Mr Muscle.”
“If I am just horny, or aroused by that someone, that is fine. But Margot, when I am horny for you, no one else is going to satisfy me.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely. I don’t mean to suggest that if you were ill or too tired or not in the mood that I wouldn’t fuck another woman. I mean that when I want you, I am thinking of you, not just sex. All of you.”
“Well I have another possibility that might please you as much anyway.”
“What’s that?” he asked.
“I thought you liked the unexpected.”
He laughed and she was lightheaded with love as she went to dress and barely thought about the prospect of an encounter with Harry.
Jake had asked her to wear a particular dress. She had only a few, and they seemed out of place on the island ordinarily, but as he pointed out, this was a special occasion. “Nothing on underneath it,” he insisted.
“It is pretty short,” she protested, looking at herself in the mirror.
He put his hand on her bare ass. “I know,” he said smiling. “And it slides down the shoulders nicely.”
Jake wore slacks and a green polo shirt. He looked sexy and she felt proud to have him walk her to the veranda. When they arrived, Harry and Nichole were standing, talking with a stunning Asian Indian woman.
Nichole kissed Jake, and Margot didn’t miss the fact that she ground her hips against him as she did so. “Yummy,” she sighed. Harry kissed Margot, sending a tingle down to her toes as his hand managed to slip under her dress to rub over her bare buttock.
Nichole introduced Sheila to them. Nearly six feet tall, her skin was a creamy coffee colour, and her jet-black hair hung to the middle of her back. She wore a brilliantly coloured sarong tied over her full breasts.
An onshore breeze came with the cooling of the evening that caressed them. Margot marvelled at how erotic the breeze felt, playing against her skin and brushing her dress against her bare pussy.
“I just came along to make the introductions, get you a round of drinks and then say good night,” Nichole beamed.
As she led them to the couches, her hand went to Margot’s thigh and touched her gently before sliding under the hem of her dress. Margot inhaled sharply as Nichole’s fingers brushed across her pussy. Nichole gave her a wicked smile and licked her bright red lips.
When Margot regained her poise, she saw that Harry and Sheila were both looking at her with smiles. Harry was talking to Jake in a low voice, and Margot felt some kind of magic circle enclosing them. She sat next to Jake, across from Harry and Sheila, with her short dress pulling high up her thighs. She was sure they could see her pussy if they tried at all.
Nichole brought the drinks and passed them around. “And now my work is done,” she said. She stood behind Margot and brushed her hand across Margot’s cheek filling Margot’s nostrils with a musky scent. Nichole bent over and picked up her own drink. “Just taking one to go.” Her eye caught Margot’s for a lingering second, and then she was gone.
As they chatted, they learned that Sheila ran a logistical supply company. “People who want supplies delivered on a schedule in remote places hire us,” she said. “Movie companies on location, petroleum exploration, tropical islands...” she grinned. “And that ladies and gentlemen is the sole commercial plug for the evening.”
She looked closely at Margot. “You are exactly like Nichole and Harry described,” she said. Her eyes ran over Margot’s body as powerfully as Harry’s did. Did she learn that from him, or was it the other way around, Margot wondered. “I can see why Harry wants to spend more time here.” She patted his knee and smiled at him lovingly. “I understand that you are planning to stay on the island and manage the new venture.”
“I hope so,” she said. “I have had a lot to learn, and there are some things I still am dealing with.”
Sheila laughed. “I know that well,” she scolded, laughing. “Unlearning what Mother taught us isn’t easy. Being a bit of libertine isn’t necessarily easy all the time either, but it can be ecstasy,” she purred.
“I love this woman,” Harry said, and only a fool couldn’t have heard the truth of that in his voice. “Of course men lust after you, my dear.” Margot gasped as he undid her sarong and opened it. “Look at this body,” he said, and they did. She had a svelte brown body and a black thatch of pubic hair. “I think it could be the object of any man’s fantasies.”
“Thank you dear for the testimonial,” Sheila said as she slapped his hand playfully and drew the sarong around her again.
“I agree,” Jake said putting his hand on Margot’s thigh.
“Harry is an expert on fantasies,” she said. “He has them, he listens to them, he shares them, and he tries to fulfil those that don’t strike him as having immediately fatal consequences. Fortunately f
or me, whereas some men dream of ruling empires or climbing impossible mountains, my man dreams of rutting with women and coupling in new and exciting ways.”
“You like that?”
“Of course. It makes his love for me all that more exciting. Men lust after woman all the time, but his love for me... that is exceptional. He loves me enough to encourage my fantasies because he thinks it will make me happy. I encourage him as a way of pleasuring him. And it does. Surely, you have fantasies, Margot. And isn’t trying them out exciting?”
“Well, yes.”
“Do you share them with Jake so that he can understand you better and love you more?”
“I am learning to. And he helps me understand.”
Sheila was looking straight into Margot’s crotch. She felt it getting hot and wished there was more material in the dress to pull down. “Tell Doctor Harry about a fantasy perhaps we can have fun with it. He is quite an expert.”
“I can’t.”
“Sure you can,” Jake said, squeezing her thigh. “Tell Harry about your fantasy of him.”
She looked at Sheila who simply smiled. “But it...”
Sheila reached over and put a hand on her knee. “It means exposing yourself to us, doesn’t it? It means showing something private. It involves Harry, and that embarrasses you. What if it is something he objects to, or I do? Dear Margot, the first rule about fantasies is that they are only fantasies until and if the parties involved act them out. If Jake tells you he fantasized whipping your ass and watching it turn bright red, he is sharing a thought that he considered delicious - not suggesting anything yet, although it probably means that if you start squirming and tell him you are going to cum just thinking about it, then you can figure he might want to try it. If you love him, you would be curious about why that thought excited him. Fantasies shouldn’t shock, but titillate and even amuse. So if you tell us what you want to do with Harry, or him to do with you, then let’s see where it leads.”