by Claire Angel
“I’ve lost my breath. I certainly wasn’t expecting someone like you to be attracted to me. I might not look like it, but I’m older than your impressionable years. You have me at a loss for words. I’ve never held anything this big before.” This was supposed to be a fantasy, but I was under the influence of his eyes.
“Age is only a number. You have spent your hard earned money on a vacation and I feel obligated to show you the hospitality of the island. I’ve been a local for most of my adult life. There are some hidden hot spots that you should frequent with me.” The only hot spot I was interested in was the one that was bobbing obscenely in the water.
My libido was raging and the incentive to do something out of character was building by the second. The freedom to express myself physically was made possible by those around me doing the same thing. Reed was right in front of me. His open sexuality freed me from the constraints of my inhibitions.
“I’m perfectly content being here with you. I don’t know where you came from, but you are this girl’s idea of a wet dream come true.” His brash attitude and silky tongue of seductive persuasion were making my hand slide up and down the length of his tool.
“I never said we had to go anywhere right now. I could be convinced to go someplace more private, but I don’t want to put ideas in your head.” He let out a long drawn out breath when I circled the head of his phallus with the palm of my hand in a circular motion.
“I like that these people have no idea what I’m doing underneath the water. I’ve never been allowed to let my hands do the work. It’s highly addictive and I hope you don’t have any place you need to be.” He lifted himself out of the water with his crotch rocket standing proud for everybody to see.
I put both of my dainty hands around his girth and the head remained. The vein along the back side of his property was easily seen with the naked eye. His balls were quite hefty and looked painful to keep something like that inside of him.
I had an interesting idea which I decided to share with him. I grabbed what was left of my drink and poured the chilled concoction down over the length of his column of flesh. He jumped startled, but I followed that cold elixir with the hot tip of my tongue. I made sure to warm him up before starting it all over again.
The added secret ingredient of his sticky syrup was a perfect complement to the White Russian flowing freely over the head. I was getting drunk on the liquor and on life at the same time. This was what I was missing from carrying a torch for a man who didn’t deserve it.
Nobody was paying us any mind. They were lost in their own conversation and sexual needs being met by another. The only person I had eyes for was this piece of rock hard candy. I was consciously aware that I was putting on a show worthy of the price of admission. I didn’t bother to turn to see who was watching me skin his flute with my mouth.
“It’s probably best that you stop this before you go too far. No man in their right mind would deny you anything.” I was spreading my wings sexually and flying by the seat of my pants.
I lapped at the eye of the protrusion of his elongated missile. Long strings stretched from my tongue to the huge helmet of his magnificent weapon. There was more where that came from and I was determined to see this through to the end.
“It doesn’t look like anything I’m going to say is going to stop you. The hard on you have in your mouth is because of you. I have reservations for the nude cruise and you should come with me. Snorkelling takes on a whole different dimension when you are naked.” He gave me an involuntary thrust of his hips making me swallow him down to the root.
I came up sputtering for air and he was apologizing with the liquid pools of blue of his eyes. I had to catch my breath, but I returned more determined than ever. This time I did not shy away from giving him the experience of feeling my throat.
I heard his grunt of approval and I was rating my technique by the number of moans that were coming out of his mouth. It was quite euphoric to have him where I wanted him. I could stop and there would be nothing he could do about it. I had no intention of doing that.
“You have a hot mouth and you know how to use it. Women claim to be the best, but they rarely ever measure up to the one that got away.” He was comparing me to a lost love and it was my job to make him forget about her.
I felt welcomed and Malcolm disappeared into the pleasing sensation that was being stirred up down below. I was in the perfect position to stick my hand down into the water to the juncture of my thighs.
There was no fear of being caught with my hand where it shouldn’t be. I could hear the muted sound of sex in the air. The grotto was meant to hide the natural urges coming to the surface. I had a feeling Alexis was a part of the cacophony of sexual sounds.
“Don’t even think about stopping now. I can’t even begin to describe to you how this makes me feel. The orgasm that has been playing hide and seek with you is no longer willing to play the game. I’m going to give you what you want, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’ve been known to be a little bit more than women can handle the first time.” He wasn’t really warning me.
It was more like he was daring me to cross that invisible line in the sand.
I thought mistakenly somebody was going to come over and break up this meeting of the minds and bodies. I saw out of the corner of my eye one of the staff carrying drinks. They didn’t even look twice. I had a feeling this display wasn’t the most daring thing they had seen in their employment.
I was really getting into the oral act of gratification. It was like the resort had become my own personal playground of sexual delights. My tongue showed him tricks I had learned under the teachings of a master. The one thing Malcolm had done for me was to give me an arsenal of sexual tricks to use at my discretion. He was a patient teacher and I found myself an avid student of the sexual game.
I was raking the inside of his legs with my blood red nails leaving a mark. He threw back his head in obvious enjoyment. The elation of tasting him was going to get a whole lot better in less time than it took to read the brochure for the resort.
I felt a pair of hands around my waist and a hot pair of lips on my neck. It gave me the necessary encouragement to work without a net. It was a woman’s hands and the delicate touch of her lips on my neck was followed by the trail of her fingers down my spine.
“Go ahead and do it. I really get off on watching others. I had to come over and express my gratitude. You can tell from the look on his face that he’s close. I can help you push him over the edge.” Her hand appeared and cradled his balls with a forceful and demanding touch.
My insatiable appetite was fed with the velocity of his seed shooting to the back of my mouth. I was happily devouring what he was giving me. How he had described it wasn’t an exaggeration. He drew a portrait on my tongue with this white coat.
The woman behind me was having a moment and then she floated away on her back to join her friends still in deep conversation at the bar.
Her spiky platinum blond hair was very sexy and showed off the angular shape of her neck.
My lips climbed over the head relieving him of the hot oven baking him to perfection. He ran his hands through my hair and used his finger to trace the lips that had just given him satisfaction.
“I want you to have dinner with me and I’m not taking no for an answer. You can bring your friends, but I would prefer to be alone with you. I can understand having strength in numbers.” How could I refuse an invitation like that after enjoying such intimacy? The answer was that I couldn’t and I didn’t want to.
Chapter 4
Reed
“You’ll find the food here far more superior than what you can find at the buffet at the resort. The local cuisine can only be truly favored with home cooking to stick to your ribs.” This place was off the grid and wasn’t even mentioned in any of the brochures and literature on the Jamaican culture.
“I’m slightly regretting not bringing my friends along. They were a little disappointed whe
n I declined their dinner invitation at the Japanese restaurant at the resort. They actually make it to order right in front of you. I hope I do get a chance to see that for myself.” This wasn’t a bar and more like a home where the place was alive with local music and drinks flowing freely from inside.
“I’m sure I’ve already said this once, but what you did at the pool took my breath away. I find myself wanting to kiss you all the time. Come to think of it, I don’t think we did anything resembling a kiss. It’s probably best that we rectify that miscarriage of justice before we go in.” I followed up my statement by trapping her between two cars with our bodies pressed together.
“I was debating on whether or not to broach the topic. It seems that we are on the same wavelength. There’s nothing more exciting than a spontaneous act of public display of affection.” I kissed her and it was like sampling a rare bottle of wine that had me hungry for more.
I couldn’t get enough of how her tongue innocently darted in and out of my mouth. The temperature was nothing compared to the heat generated by the both of us. Kissing her made me feel that I had found my female counterpart. She was unencumbered by the restrictions of conventional society. We mauled each other like animals in the wild.
The Jamaican music was giving my hips a license to grind against her body in more than a platonic friendship. I had my hand on the back of her neck and ran it down her spine to the small of her back. I wanted to hear her roar like a lion during mating season. Her eyelids were fluttering and I used both hands to hold her very welcoming cheeks.
She yelped, but she didn’t try to run away into the night. She sank into my warm embrace with my hands squeezing the ample evidence of her bubble butt. This was the kind of big-time fun I required to lose myself in. The medley of different dishes coming from inside had my appetite ready to dig in.
I finally came up for a fresh breath of air and she breathed deeply doing the same thing. I was an American freak with a very high sex drive that made most women look at me incredulously. There was no point in waiting for a second chance to impress her. I didn’t doubt my abilities and I knew how far to go before making it seem like I was a creep looking for one thing only.
“I can’t speak for you, but that was worth the wait.” I knew my sincerity was hard to digest.
I wasn’t comfortable being open and honest with my feelings.
“I need a few moments before we go in. I have this craving for jerk chicken. I have a feeling no menu is complete without that certain dish. I want to see the real Jamaica through your eyes.” The silence was broken by someone calling my name and motioning us to come closer.
The dishes found inside were authentically made by an accomplished chef in her own right. Mabel was the mother I was missing and she had this funny way of playing matchmaker. Each of her three sons was hard pressed to deny their good fortune at finding a good woman to settle down with. The home was filled with the laughter of children and grandchildren running around without a care in the world.
“She has been watching you from the window with this little grin on her face. You remember how you scoffed at her knowing that one day you would find someone to see through all of your bullshit. I was skeptical, but I now owe her breakfast in bed.” Redmond was the last of her children still living at home, but I had a feeling his time underneath her roof was coming to an end.
“We’re not setting any dates for a wedding in the near future. I do find myself smitten. It does feel like cupid’s arrow has found its target. I always thought it was a myth about love at first sight. I want to know about her hopes and wishes for the future. I’ve never said that in the past about any of the women I have brought here to meet her.” Mallory was being quiet and my fervent wish was that I didn’t say anything to scare her off.
“She has some of your favorites cooking on the stove. We are enjoying the magic of the night and the live music out back. Don’t make a sound. We don’t want to disturb them when they have the crowd jumping.” He had his Hawaiian shirt open and I could see the scar of the bullet over his left pectoral.
The doctors didn’t give him much hope to live through the night, but Mabel was right by his side with the entire family praying for a miracle. He came out of it with the doctor’s stymied by his quick recovery from the brink of death. He was mentioned in a medical textbook which Mabel had on her coffee table.
“I’m not going to fit in. I don’t have dark skin or dreadlocks.” She was speaking to the choir.
I was the adopted white man in the group.
“I felt the very same way you did the first time Brody introduced me. I was swimming with the sharks and hoping that they didn’t smell the blood in the water. I had to earn their trust and show them that I was a man of honor. I only wish I could live up to their high expectations.” I felt like I was walking in somebody else’s shoes.
It was an awkward fit. Five years later and they still weren’t exactly perfect. His name was a painful reminder every time I heard it. I didn’t deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as him.
“I’m going to depend on you to help me get rid of this nervous energy around me. I’m not comfortable around a crowd of people I don’t know. It was hard enough to strip down to my birthday suit in front of strangers at the resort. You made it more comfortable. I felt it was my duty to intervene on your behalf at the bar. I never expected to be going down on you a few minutes after that.” The more pleasant memories were made during spontaneous acts.
The band was in full swing playing for the family and their wide circle of friends. Everybody was welcoming. They came for one taste of Mabel’s jerk chicken. I was free, but I felt the chains of indecision around my wrists. I was in a prison of my own making and the key around my neck felt 1,000,000 miles away.
“Stick with me and I will make you feel like part of the family. Have a drink to loosen up. They make some very strong moonshine. I would sip it very slowly. It has the kick of a Missouri mule.” I ladled a cup full of their latest concoction.
Mabel’s family was known the island over to dabble in the kind of hard liquor to knock you on your ass. They were family recipes passed down from generation to generation. I actually saw the weathered pages of those recipes. They were in the dozens and they constantly changed what was on the menu after every party. The jerk chicken was highly regarded and there was no reason to mess with a good thing.
“It really does hit hard and fast. It is quite delicious, but I can already feel its effects. Be careful, and I have been known in the past to be the kind of girl to dance on the tabletop with a lampshade on my head.” It would’ve been something to see, but I didn’t want to make her feel embarrassed by her actions in the cold light of reality.
We entered the kitchen and Mabel was right there to give me one of her bear hugs. She didn’t speak much, but what she did say made a lasting impression on everybody she met. She gave us two plates piled high with the latest creations from her kitchen including the jerk chicken.
She took me aside and whispered. “She is the one you have been looking for. Don’t let your secret drive her away. It’s time for you to wipe the slate clean. We both know what I’m talking about and don’t pretend that you don’t. I might be old, but I still see the pain you carry. You thought you were doing the right thing. It’s not fair to you or those who suffer in silence.” I stood and stared at her blinking with the realization that she could see through me.
“I should’ve known that there was nothing that I could hide from you. Do you really know the extent of my betrayal? My nightmares are plagued by their faces begging me for help. I’m choking on the very words coming out of my mouth. I don’t think I’m strong enough.” I knew that some people won and others lost, but I was balancing between the two.
“You are stronger than you give yourself credit for. There’s nothing on this island that I don’t know about. You can’t break free of these bonds holding you down until you give it a voice. She can be your lifeline. There is compassion in
her eyes. You can finally have the closure you have been looking for.” She was a big girl, but she moved like a ballet dancer in the kitchen.
I ravenously consumed the jerk chicken, but I picked at everything else. My mind was made up. It was going to kill me to say the words, but it was killing me softly not to. I didn’t understand how I could do such a thing. Being frozen and unable to move made me feel inadequate as a man. I substituted the female flesh to confirm my masculinity.
“Mallory, I need you to come with me back to the resort. We need to talk. It’s a long story and the only way that I can tell it is at the beginning.” We finished our meal and stuck around long enough to hear the band play a few songs.
She could tell that my heart wasn’t into the evening and we left early with my confession on the tip of my tongue.
Chapter 5
Mallory
“Let me get this straight. Reed isn’t your real name. You stole his identity after he drowned during the boating accident. What compelled you to do something that reprehensible?” I wasn’t going to judge him unfairly and I could see the secret was eating him up inside.
“The fire was sudden and I panicked. I’m not proud of what I did, but I can’t take it back. I stumbled in the smoke and I could hear Amanda coughing in the bathroom. I heard her crying out my name, but I couldn’t reach her. The flames blocked my path. I regret how I left her to burn alive inside the bathroom. I was crying and in my unspoken grief bumped into Reed topside.” He sat down with his hands covering his face, but what I had heard didn’t make him criminally liable.
“This is a safe place. Feel free to say whatever is on your mind.” My friends were mysteriously absent, but I had this funny inkling they had gotten a better offer than going back to their room.
“He fell awkwardly and hit his head before stumbling over the side. I couldn’t see him with the smoke thick enough to blind me. I saw him lying face down in the water. I couldn’t move for what felt like forever. I finally broke from the shock and dove in, but it was already too late. I didn’t realize the fire had burned my face severely until the adrenaline of the shock wore off.” He had a lot to answer for, but I couldn’t be the one to lift him up into the light. That was his job.