Tempting Escape

by Heather McVey

  Just at that moment, Shelly felt like a bull, a large horny bull. His red swimming trunks were the flag and she wanted to charge on over there.

  When he was dry, he lay down in the shade of a palm tree with his sunglasses over his eyes.

  Good. Shelly didn't need any more challenges to her nervous system like that one. Her swollen lips were still tingling from his kiss. It had burned her to the core. He was making her vow to singlehood difficult. If he would just leave her alone, she knew she wouldn't have a problem ignoring men. However, he was another matter altogether, and that made him dangerous. Men were a weakness. There wasn't a woman, successful or otherwise, that Shelly knew of whom could keep her cool or motivation when confronted with an appealing man. Maybe she had been one, but she damn well wouldn't be one of them again.

  For the rest of that day and throughout the boat ride home, she managed to keep up the best, disinterested and aloof act in history.

  * * * *

  After Guy had watched Shelly, with her cute little ass, climb up the ladder to her water bungalow and disappear inside without so much as even a goodbye, he was in some serious need of a little release. It was one hour since he'd last seen the blond-haired, haughty, witch. Needing to burn off some of the pent-up desire clawing like a wild beast in his belly, he now had two women in his bed, a voluptuous redhead and a slender brunette, in his luxury water bungalow, which came rent-free for the duration that he was a diving instructor on Male. Both ladies were doing things that should have wiped every trace of Shelly from his brain, replacing it with mindless lust. He should have come at the sight of their shaved pussies gyrating provocatively together and tawny, bronzed bodies, pressing skin against skin.

  But Guy was having trouble getting into the action.

  Sure, his rock-hard cock was in Martha's wet, warm pussy and his tongue was doing its thing on Sue's swollen clit, while she played with her cousin's tits and bounced up and down against his leg.

  But his heart wasn't in the game.

  Maybe that was the problem.

  Maybe his heart was back with a petite woman with an angel's face, glossy blonde hair and a pair of gemlike green eyes, not to mention the smartest mouth he'd ever come across.

  It didn't matter.

  For now, he had two ladies who wanted sexual satisfaction. He didn't intend to break his years-long string of sexual triumphs by letting them down. It was the angel's fault anyway. Shelly had gotten him horny when they'd gone swimming. Just picturing again how she'd looked in her yellow bikini, was enough to make his cock lurch in Martha's pussy. He had needed release and so he'd phoned Sue. She was always ready and willing to gratify him, although they had never taken it so far as actual cock to pussy penetration before.

  Wiping all thoughts of Shelly from his mind, he concentrated on the task at hand. He clamped his fingers onto Martha's breasts. Her big brown nipples poked his palms, begging to be pinched and played with. Martha liked a little pain with her pleasure, or so her cousin Sue had told him when she brought Martha along to join their sexual games. Guy nipped her nipple with his teeth, then pinched and nipped her clit with his fingers. Gently at first, then harder, while he bit on her nipples and tugged on the little gold studs that pierced them.

  "Oh yeah, harder, more,” she gasped beneath him, her hands working Sue's big, false tits. Sue fingered and played with her own swollen clit, poking between the lips of her plump pussy.

  What more could he do? Guy just had one cock and Martha had it well and truly occupied.

  "Poke her ass,” Sue suggested, working his balls and shoving her tongue in his mouth, as though she'd guessed his mental dilemma.

  Though it wasn't his favorite form of sex play, Guy lowered his hand between Martha's widespread, dimpled butt cheeks. She meowed and thrust her butt back, hard against his hand. Guy spanked her, she seemed to get off on it, so he spanked her some more and worked one finger into her anus. It slipped in easily, so he worked in a second, then a third. Martha's sphincter muscle had obviously seen some action—he'd had more trouble popping a straw through the plastic lid on a soft drink. Her ass would have swallowed his cock easily. As it was, it took four fingers and some enthusiastic thrusting on his dick's part for her to convulse around his cock and scream out his name, before rolling over. Her carnal appetite was apparently satisfied, for the moment.

  Well, at any rate, breathing a sigh of relief, he hoped.

  Now the redheaded Sue needed gratification. Guy knew that she liked straight up, simple cock-to-pussy pounding sex. Sue wasn't a one-come woman, which Guy regretted in his present downer. He kissed her and with a hard thrust, shoved his cock into her pussy. She was tighter than her cousin Martha had been, but she wasn't nearly half as tight as Shelly.

  Shit! He paused above her, not bearing to look into her questioning, dark green eyes. Shoving all thought of Shelly from his mind, he began to pound relentlessly into her tight, hairless, little cunt. Guy liked it best this way—missionary position with his lover's legs twined tightly around his waist and hips. He liked controlling the action, doing the fucking, as opposed to being fucked, as with women on top. Sue clamped her pussy hard onto his cock and milked him. He was close to that mindless state where nothing else mattered except the heated rush of spurting his salty load into a warm, willing female body.

  Or rather, into the bright red condom Sue had rolled on him before she went along for the ride.

  Martha, apparently recovered, sat up and flicked her tongue along Sue's budding, pink nipples. Guy loved having two pairs of tits to play with. It was four times the fun. His cock in Sue to its hilt, he watched the two women kiss and fondle each other's breasts, their pink tongues licking and curling around the other's. Then, Martha plunked her pussy down on Sue's face. Guy's cock throbbed while he watched Sue's tongue lick Martha's juicy crack, while her finger ground in and out of the woman's ass. Martha left her cousin and spread his ass cheeks. She licked his anus with long wet slicks of her tongue while his dick pounded into Sue's tight pussy.

  It was damn arousing, in a dirty kind of way; having a woman lick his ass while he fucked another. Experimenting, he withdrew the long, hard length of his cock, then thrust hard into Sue again. Martha's unbound hair, nipple rings, and rough shaven crotch tickled his back as he rocked back and forth. Then her tongue worked in and out of his tight anus, in swing to his own rhythm. Sue grabbed him by the hair and brought his mouth down for a kiss. Her tongue, still tasting of her cousin's pussy, stabbed his lips, forcing them open. She moaned against him, the channel of her sex tight and wet, fitting him like a glove. Guy shivered as he felt her muscled little crotch tighten and spasm deliciously around his cock, squeezing the first pearl drops from its tip. Martha's fingers pinched the tiny rounded nubs of his nipples, while she poked his ass with her tongue. Assaulted in nearly every orifice of his body, Guy let go and let the waves of his fiery climax sweep him into physical and mental oblivion.

  Ten minutes later, the cousins, having regained their appetite, put on a show for him. Guy stroked the head of his hard-on while he watched Martha's pink tongue caress Sue's pussy in long, wet strokes. He enjoyed watching Martha's slender, darker-skinned body rub up against Sue's larger, rounder plusher, paler frame. He liked the way brown hair tumbled into red as they played with each other on his white furry rug.

  When they beckoned him, he stood. His cock, hard and standing up from its black pubic mound, plunged first into Sue's mouth. He bucked when Martha, with a little meow, took it into hers and both ladies swiveled and teased its swollen purple head with their tongues. Often, they kissed each other hungrily as they went along.

  His left hand fondled Martha's pierced tits while his right kneaded Sue's huge, rounded false tits, as both ladies knelt before him. As they continued to gobble on his cock, they fingered each other. He almost climaxed there and then, watching their slender, feminine fingers sliding in and out of the other's shaved pussy. Martha's was slender, the lips softly cleft, while Sue's was chubby, the
lips as wide and round as a Doberman's ear.

  Much later, after several orgasms and the voluptuous cousins had gone on their way, Guy showered and crawled back into bed. He guessed he was just plain stupid. Either that, or insane, because he felt vaguely soiled from the lovemaking he'd just enjoyed.

  Quite possibly, he hadn't enjoyed it much at all.

  As his long dark lashes fell closed against his tanned cheeks, his thoughts were on only one thing.

  Shelly!

  Chapter 7

  That evening, Shelly was walking along the beach shortly before sunset, a bottle of wine in one hand and a hamper of packed delicacies in the other. Here and there the sand was dotted with the occasional late sunbather, intent on catching the last rays. Some children were splashing around noisily in the calm sea under the watchful gaze of their mother. Soft music floated on the air from one of the small, beachside bars. Shelly was unaware of all this. Her thoughts, as always of late, were on Guy. It seemed that whenever she relaxed her mind, he was always there, his face handsome and smiling. Her quiet time was getting dicey. He aroused her but if she was honest with herself, she didn't really know where things stood between her and Ted. How she'd feel if she saw him again.

  She sighed. Besides, she had lost all trust in men and no matter how hot Guy made her; she wasn't going to get involved again. Ever! Her pussy muscles clenched at the thought of his warm sleek body gliding over hers and she determined that she'd just have to buy herself a good vibrator. Besides, with her track record, she figured the simple fact that she found herself attracted to Guy was a strike against him. Especially after coming out of her relationship with Ted. She sure could pick ‘em, no doubt about it. Her reaction to Guy was a sure thing, as night follows day, that there was definitely something wrong with him.

  A scream shattered the tranquil air. Shelly paused, every muscle in her body rigid. Without a second thought for her lunch, she dropped it and sprinted back in the direction she'd come. She rounded the corner a moment later, her mind already functioning with a precision learned from working five years in A&E in a busy London hospital. Pushing aside the small crowd that had begun to gather around the injured boy, she dropped to her knees and swiftly took in the scene

  "What's your name?” she asked gently, while she stroked the boy's tawny hair from his eyes.

  "D ... David."

  Shelly gave him an encouraging smile. “How old are you, David?"

  "Eight.” A fresh rush of tears welled up in his eyes. “I ... I was just mucking around."

  Shelly smiled reassuringly and ran her fingers along his injured leg, feeling for any broken bones. “It's okay. No one's going to blame you, but I really need to know what happened so I can help you."

  "Are you a doctor or something?” he asked hopefully.

  "No,” Shelly grinned at him, “but I'm the next best thing, I'm a nurse."

  "You never fail to surprise me, angel."

  Shelly's stomach somersaulted. She'd recognize that husky voice, anywhere. She looked up to see Guy, at six foot four, towering over everyone else. “I don't have time for this,” she said as her left hand continued to apply pressure to the minor gash in the boy's forehead.

  Guy bent to his knees and ran his hand expertly over the little boy's swollen leg.

  David wailed and Guy said, “I know, son, that hurts."

  "Is my leg broken?"

  "Yep.” Guy nodded.

  David visibly brightened. “Will I get a plaster cast that I can wear to school?"

  Guy smiled, his voice warm. “For a whole six weeks."

  Shelly gaped at him. “You're a doctor, aren't you?"

  "No,” Guy said, and his smile was a little too amused for Shelly's comfort. “I'm a surgeon.” Turning to the boy, he banished unprofessional thoughts, definitely those that were personally dangerous. The little patient visibly brightened as Shelly took his hand. Guy studied her, pretending to be interested in the boy's pulse. She was so caring, so gentle. Would she be like that with her own children? With their children?

  About twenty minutes later, after the boy had been carried away, his worried mother hindering, rather than helping the paramedic's process, Guy turned to Shelly. “Thanks for your help, it was invaluable,” he said quietly.

  Shelly felt heat brush her already warm skin, and looked away, confused by the sudden rush of pleasure his words had given her. “It was nothing, I only did what I'm trained to do,” she replied diffidently.

  "Nevertheless,” Guy said while his eyes appraised her. “You did it well."

  A silly grin crept onto her lips. Why would those few words of praise mean so much?

  Guy stared at her over the cleanly swept divide of sand. He could feel his cock growing and hardening in his pants. He shouldn't be horny after the hour spent with the cousins, but that was the affect Shelly had on him. When she smiled, as she was doing now, the slight curving up of her mouth was just too wide for beauty. And her legs! Long and sleek, for such a little thing. Bare beneath a mini skirt now, they'd feel like heaven locked around his waist. Or tossed over his shoulders while he fucked her.

  Good thing his shirt covered his crotch, or he might be on the way to jail for public indecency.

  "Care for a walk?” he asked, ignoring his hard-on and going for a casual tone.

  Shelly was tempted but after what had happened in the water earlier, she had no intention of letting herself be caught alone with the man. The plain truth was she did not trust herself, he was just too handsome and her willpower was just too weak. She gathered her wits about her like a shield. “No thanks, I'm beat.” She forced a composed smile on her lips, hoping he would buy her excuse. Her heel caught on the edge of the wooden boardwalk that ran along the beach, and she pitched forward. A split second later, she was sprawled on the ground at his feet, with her skirt wrapped up around her thighs. When she rolled quickly onto her butt, the motion popped the top button of her blouse. Shelly watched incredulously, as the white plastic fastener spun through the air and skidded to a halt between his bare feet. The silliest thought popped into her head and she wondered if she'd ever seen him wearing shoes.

  Guy jumped forward to assist her, concern making his voice raspy. “Hey, are you all right?” He couldn't help but take in the line of her slender thigh and the glimpse of her red panties, as he bent forward and grabbed her elbow. Or the line of her cleavage that peeked above another button that threatened to leap out at him. His cock jerked and he wished the button would burst open and bare her breasts, breasts that he found himself hungering like a drooling dog to see again.

  Shelly couldn't look at him, she was far too humiliated. She prayed for a time machine, desperately wishing that she could rewind the last few minutes.

  My God, if her cheeks turned any hotter, they would explode.

  Guy never even noticed her embarrassment. His gaze swept downward, pulled like a magnet to the hem of her skirt and the alluring panties he'd glimpsed.

  His warm hand enclosed around her tiny one and before she knew it, Shelly was hauled quite literally to her feet. Sparks of fire leapt from the skin contact where he touched her and she almost swooned.

  "Did you hurt yourself?” he asked, concern evident in his gravelly voice.

  Shelly didn't answer him. She couldn't! Embarrassment was eating a hole in her gut.

  "That was some header you just executed. Sure you're okay?” Guy's eyes followed her hand as she straightened her twisted skirt. Forcing his eyes back to meet her emerald green ones, he let go of the trembling fingers he still held. “Shelly, you've got to answer me that you didn't hurt yourself. I don't think you hit your head. Did you?"

  Shelly could hardly function enough to shake her head in reply.

  "Sure?"

  She adjusted the gaping collar of her blouse. “Yeah."

  Guy studied her red cheeks. “Don't be embarrassed. You're not the first woman to throw herself at my feet. Two times in one day though, that's got to be a record."

 
; Anger rose in her like a gathering storm. “I wasn't throwing myself at your feet."

  Why do I always have to say the wrong thing? he wondered. A moment ago, she'd looked like a cute little kitten that needed a hug, now she reminded him more of an angry cat spitting at a troublesome dog.

  Looking into his blue eyes challengingly, Shelly was just about to have another go at him, when the throbbing pain in her hand caused her to gasp. At the same moment, the blood dripping from it caught Guy's attention.

  "You're hurt.” Worry sharpened his voice, making it sound almost accusing.

  Shelly bristled. “I must have caught it on a splinter of wood."

  She wasn't all that surprised when she heard fabric tearing. Looking up, she saw that he had torn the lower edge, about three inches wide, from his shirt. An emotion akin to disappointment flooded through her as she realized that he'd done it while still wearing his shirt. He'd only pulled it free from his jeans. Without saying a word, he picked up her hand. When he was sure it was free of splinters, he deftly bound the shirt around it. Shelly's emotions were becoming more confusing with each passing second. She was sad that he was ending this interlude so briefly, yet confused because she should have been glad ... right?

  "Thank you,” she murmured, when he released the small, neat knot he had tied.

  Guy looked up from inspecting the improvised bandage to meet her eyes. “No problem, just put a clean dressing on it when you get home."

  "Home?” she teased, “To London do you mean? That's a long time."

  "Ha, ha.” He grinned charmingly down at her. “I meant to your bungalow."

  "I know what you meant, it's a terrible flaw of mine always to make bad jokes when I'm embarrassed."

  Guy said, “Actually, I found your joke quite cute."

  Shelly gave him a shy smile. “Thanks, I'll put a clean bandage on it this evening, I always have my medical supplies with me."