“Oh yes.” Rob’s smile held no hint of malice or guile. If anything, Lynne thought it looked sheepish. “I knew you had a certain... reputation. You do like men.”
“Yes, but dear god!” Lynne felt as if the floor had fallen out from under her feet. “I had no idea I was so notorious.”
“I wouldn’t say notorious, my dear. I’d say you have a reputation for being... adventurous.” Rob pushed back the door and stood watching her, his hands by his sides. His body was smooth and hairless. Even his crotch lacked the usual muff of curls. She looked at it and licked her lips. Oh yes! He shaves. Water slicked his fine olive skin, and Lynne’s eyes were drawn to Rob’s dark brown nipples where two droplets glistened at their ends. “I will level with you, Lynne. I appreciate everything you’re doing for me.”
“It’s nothing. Henrietta Kingston Waller may be a respectable business tycoon, but she’s also a real bitch. I realized that when I interviewed her for a Tribune piece last year.”
“I know.”
Lynne scowled. “She actually tried to hit on me during an interview, and turned nasty when I wouldn’t put out.”
Rob nodded his expression one of resignation. “Yeah, like me, she swings both ways. Henrietta didn’t say as much after your interview, but I read between the lines and figured it was what she’d done. It’s why I chose you as a possible ally. After making some discreet inquiries about you, I knew you wouldn’t be on Henrietta’s side.”
Lynne tilted her head and squinted at him. “You’re right there, Rob. Do you still think she’s hired a hit man to get rid of you, instead of going through a messy and expensive divorce?”
Rob’s lips twisted into a grimace. “Yes.”
Chapter Two
Rob gestured at the running shower. “It’s why we’re talking in here. I hope the sound will cover our conversation from any eavesdroppers.”
“Good move, but do you really think a killer is on the flight? It’s an expensive ticket, and where would the guy be able to escape to after doing the deed?”
His face grew somber. “The killer could well be on the flight, Lynne. Henrietta is likely to send one to pursue me because when I left our house in Manila, I took her family heirloom in the shape of a valuable emerald.”
Lynne stiffened. “You didn’t mention that.”
“I’m sorry. But yes, Henrietta would gladly pay the ticket price to recover the gem, let alone kill me to save an expensive divorce. You know she’s obscenely rich. You might not know she has criminal connections. The Manila police are likely to side with her so I couldn’t go to them. I thought I could take this on by myself, but the strain of watching my back for a potential killer is too much.”
“I can see that, but your taking the emerald complicates things.”
“It needn’t.” He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, five feet ten inches of long-limbed, olive-skinned beauty, and walked up to Lynne, his penis bobbing. “I had enough money for my air ticket aboard the Clipper, the quickest way out of the Philippines. I’ve got enough to stay in a hotel in San Francisco for a few days until I can sell the emerald. Once I do that I’ll be free and clear of Henrietta.” He stroked her cheek. “We can be together then.”
“I told you back in Manila I’d help you, whatever your circumstances.” Lynne slipped her hands around Rob’s hips and drew him close.
His cock came erect, banging against her belly with a suddenness that made her gasp. Her lips found his, and they kissed hungrily, tongues flicking. Heat surged in Lynne’s pussy, a heat that grew stronger as Rob fumbled with her skirt and drew it up about her waist by the handful.
Lynne clung to his neck and drew her legs up about his waist. Cupping her butt in his strong hands, he carried her back into the bedroom. He dropped her on the bed and fell atop of her, nibbling her neck and uttering soft grunts of desire. Lynne felt him slide his hand up the inside of her leg, up over her stockings and garter belt to her panties. Her sex grew wet as he stroked it through the thin fabric with his fingertips.
“Harder,” she gasped into his mouth between kisses. Rob obliged, rubbing a tight, rapid circle over her clit and lips with his strong fingers until they throbbed with pleasure.
She pushed Rob away, sitting up to pull her cotton shirt off over her head. The fabric wrapped awkwardly around her head, and she could feel Rob taking advantage of her distraction to unfasten her brassiere. The tension binding her chest let go, and she sighed with relief as her breasts swung free. She tugged the stubborn shirt off at last and flung it aside. Rob kissed her neck and pushed her back onto the bed as his hands cupped her breasts.
“Oh, god, that feels good!” she said and sighed.
Rob pressed against her with greater urgency. Lynne couldn’t take any more delay. Wriggling, and with Rob’s distracted assistance, she pushed her panties down over her knees until she could kick one leg free. Rob hoisted himself up and between her parted thighs. Lynne reached down and took his circumcised cock in her hand. “Boy, you’re sure well hung!”
“Only got what nature gave me, honey,” he murmured, strain in his voice.
Lynne guided the round head of Rob’s cock to her sopping wet pussy lips. He pushed into her. Lynne’s lips parted, and she shuddered as the thick, hard, and so very long shaft entered her all the way.
“Oh, dear god, that feels sooo good!” she said as his balls smacked against her crotch. “But don’t cum in me, ‘kay?”
“I won’t.”
Lynne savored Rob’s weight on her as his hips began to pump rapidly, the sensations inside her sex building by the moment. She slipped her hands around his back, her nails raking his skin, then slid them down to cup his butt cheeks, pulling him hard against her every time he thrust.
Within moments, a fiery sensation burst in her pussy, sending shock waves throughout her body. The world seemed to turn dark and remote as her orgasm surged through her.
When the world came back to a vague focus, Rob was still going strong, pounding into her pussy with an expression of acute concentration. Lynne came again, waves of pleasure rolling up and through her until every nerve trembled. “Oh god...”
Lynne felt his cock begin to throb inside her. Rob thrust up hard then withdrew from her with a suddenness that made her shudder. Groggy, she looked at him kneeling between her legs. His eyes looked wild. She sat up, bracing herself on her elbows as thick jets of cum spurted from the glistening crimson bulb of his cock to splash across her breasts and belly. Lynne watched fascinated as the hard rod bounced and pulsed with the recoil of ejaculation. As the spurts subsided and stopped, Rob opened his eyes.
She waited until he focused on her again, then slowly and deliberately rubbed his cum all across her front. “Lick me,” she said.
Rob bent over and began to play his tongue over her body, first over her breasts, sucking in a nipple and rolling it between his lips, then working his way downward. Lynne closed her eyes and savored the feel of his tongue on her hot skin, enjoying the sensation of Rob licking up his own juice where it mingled with her sweat. When he clasped her thighs and touched her clit with his tongue, she shuddered and clutched his head, pulling it against her, eager to feel his tongue work deep inside her sex.
He nibbled and pulled at her clit with his lips before sliding his tongue inside as deep as he could. She felt his breath hot on her damp skin, the slickness of his lips, nibbling, stroking and licking. Her mind exploded again with orgasm, then again. Finally, he withdrew from her. Holding out her arms, Lynne welcomed Rob into her embrace and held him as they both recovered their breath.
“Damn, but I needed that,” Rob sighed.
“You and me both,” she said, stroking his sweaty hair. “When we first met in Manila, I used to imagine I how it’d be to end up in bed with you, but I didn’t really expect to fall in love.”
Rob toyed with her breasts, sending a delightful tingling sensation through her. “I didn’t expect this either—but I kinda hoped it would
happen.”
“Do you love me?”
He nibbled her ear. “I do.”
“That’s good to know.” Lynne felt his cock stiffening against her side. “You’re up for another session already? I’m impressed!”
“My ability there was about the only thing Henrietta found good about me.”
She kissed his forehead. “Hey, don’t be a sourpuss. We’ll figure out a way to get around your problem. Now, would you like to try something else?”
“Uh, there’s one thing I’d like to try, but I hesitate to ask.”
Lynne cocked her head. “What is it?”
He paused, then said with a rush, “May I take you in the ass?”
“Oh.” Lynne’s heart gave an uncertain little thump. “I’m not sure.”
He held up his hands, palms outward. “If you’ve never tried it, or you’re not sure you want to do it, I certainly won’t insist.”
Lynne felt dubious. “I’ve had anal before. It’s not good on an empty stomach. It just feels weird. Then again, I ate some of the salad before you turned up, so... Aw, what the hell. You’ve talked me into it.”
“You’re absolutely sure?”
Lynne winked, then rolled off the bed. “Hey, you’re the one who knew I have a reputation for being... adventurous.”
“If you say so.”
She bent over the foot of the bed.
“No.” Rob held up his hand. “That’s not the best way. Here.” He patted the bed beside him. “There’s enough space.”
“Wait. Let me look in my bag over there, I have a bottle of coconut oil.” She found the bottle, which she’d used as suntan lotion. Lynne smiled as she brought it back to the bed. I never thought it’d be used by a guy to fuck me in the ass!
“Okay,” Rob said, taking the bottle. “Come here and spoon.”
“Okay.” Lynne followed his directions, lying beside him and pressing her butt against his groin. His skin felt hot enough to grill burgers on. Lynne waited to see what he would do.
Rob moved into position, and his erection sprang up between her thighs. She heard the soft foop of the oil bottle stopper being removed, then Rob began to describe light circles around her anus with his finger. The reclining position allowed Lynne to relax, and the feel of Rob’s fingers in her sensitive asshole stimulated her.
“Got to get you good and wet in there,” he murmured.
“Absolutely. Going in dry is a no-no.”
After a few minutes, Lynne relaxed enough for Rob’s fingers to slip inside. “Oh, yeah, yeah, that’s good.” She breathed deeply a few times. “Okay, honey, I’m ready if you are.”
“I’m ready.”
Lynne reached back and gripped his cock. No longer flaccid, it throbbed in her clasp. She drew it up to her asshole. “Remember, sweetie. Slow in, fast out, okay?”
“Okay. I know. I’ve done a few guys this way.”
Rob clasped her hips. Lynne felt the heat of his cock touch her anus, and she relaxed the sphincter muscle, pushing as if using the restroom. The moist oil helped him enter her. She held her breath as she felt the long, thick shaft enter her back passage, then exhaled in a long slow breath. It was a little sore at first, and she felt as if there wasn’t room for his cock and her breath at the same time. The whole experience hovered on a dangerous line between pleasure and pain. Rob felt bigger than ever, and he seemed so deep inside her that he completely filled her up. Once he was all the way in, the pleasure radiated throughout her whole body.
Lynne held back the reaction she felt between pleasure and pain and relaxed more as the feeling passed. A sense of euphoria filled her. “I don’t do anal that often, but you’re good!”
“I can appreciate it.”
“You have a talent for it.”
“Thanks.”
True to his word Rob pushed slowly into her, then jerked back, keeping to a comfortable angle and sending little shivers of delight through her body. He slid one hand down over her breasts, ribs, and belly, then between her legs to toy with her pussy. The multitude of sensations increased until she began to gasp and shiver. Rob increased his rhythm, but not so fast that he’d injure her inside.
“Shall. I. Cum. In. You?” he asked.
“Go right ahead, sugar.”
His grip on her thighs tightened until it hurt. Sliding his cock deep inside her in one last, full slow push, he grunted and groaned. Lynne felt a hot wetness spreading inside. Rob was occupied, so she took over stroking her clit and allowed her own orgasm to roll. Having cum so many times in their encounter already, it felt longer, slower yet equally as satisfying. When Rob released his clasp, Lynne fell forward onto the bed. Her anus tingled, but in a good way.
“Dear god, but that felt good!”
They found sufficient strength to head back to the shower to clean off. Rob soaped Lynne down, smoothing the suds over her body until she felt hot and horny again. Wrapping her legs around Rob’s waist, she let him take her up against the tiled wall of the shower stall, his cock reaching deep up inside her with every thrust.
It felt satisfying, but a small part of Lynne’s mind fastened on her reputation for being adventurous. I’m a liberated woman, why shouldn’t I enjoy all the experiences that come my way? Besides, there’s a story here! As Rob released his hold on her thighs and let her down, Lynne almost licked her lips at the thought.
Chapter Three
They parted company, Rob returning to his room out of a sense of discretion.
Lynne slept a couple of hours, then went to Sunday dinner at the hotel’s restaurant. As Lynne walked through the door, she saw Rob in conversation with the anchorman, as she thought of him. The guy gave her an appraising once-over with his steely-blue eyes as she walked up to their table and smiled. “Got room for a little one?”
“Sure.” Rob and the man both rose, and Rob gestured to his companion. “This is Pete Greely. He’s vacationing on the island. Pete, this is Lynne LaRoche.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Pete said in a husky bass.
“Likewise, Pete.” Rob held Lynne’s chair for her as she sat down. “Pete, haven’t we met someplace before?”
“I’m not sure, Lynne.” He gave her face a slow, searching look. “I think you may be right, but I can’t place where.”
She felt sure his accent had emerged from the Midwest, but whatever its origins it had a sophisticated veneer that spoke of education. Pete’s square, regular features were enhanced by the slight kink in the line of his nose that suggested a souvenir from some long ago brawl. He wore the short-sleeved shirt they’d first seen him in, and as he leaned on the table with his arms folded the left sleeve rode up, exposing a blue fouled anchor tattoo. The penny dropped.
“I remember now. We met in San Francisco, when a Navy squadron came in, back in thirty-four. The mayor threw a reception bash for the Navy guys, and my paper sent me to cover it.”
“Could be.” The lazy look in his eyes changed to one of guarded alertness. “You’ve got a good memory for faces, Lynne.”
“I’m a journalist. It goes with the territory,” she replied. “You’re on leave here? The Navy must be paying good wages.”
His eyes glittered. “Something like that.”
Sensing he didn’t want to rehash old times, she turned to Rob. “I guess you’ve seen nothing of your friend?”
He caught her meaning and shook his head. “No. I thought he might be on the flight, but perhaps I imagined it.”
“Oh well, it’s an ill wind.”
The waiter arrived with menus. The restaurant offered a good seafood selection—not surprising given its location.
“It would be nice if they could somehow get fresh vegetables way out here,” Lynne said, spearing a forkful of canned spinach. She remembered the unorthodox way they’d used the coconut oil and smiled inside. “Do you have oranges, too?” she asked the waiter. Pete stiffened as she spoke. He tried to hide it but then saw Lynne looking sidelong
at him.
“Yes, ma’am,” the waiter said. “Would you like me to get you one?”
“Sure.”
“What is there to do around here, Pete?” Lynne asked.
He looked thoughtful. “There’s plenty of good fishing, inside the lagoon or out on the ocean beyond the reef. Bird-watching, for those that like it. Tennis, swimming, and sailing in the lagoon. There’s an outdoor movie screen and even a short railroad over on Wilkes Island. If those don’t appeal, you could always join in shooting rats.”
“Shooting rats?” Rob looked at him askance.
“Yep.” His lazy smile flashed again. “They came aboard the ships with the gangs that set up this place. They’re a real problem.”
“The rats or the gangs?” Lynne quipped.
Pete shrugged as he leaned back and lit a cigarette. It bobbed in his lips as he spoke. “Oh, the gangs were okay, mostly college kids out to expand their experiences.”
“You were out here for the construction?” Lynne asked.
“For a time.”
“You Navy guys sure get around.”
He shrugged again. “Like you said about your job, it comes with the territory.”
Lynne glanced at Rob. “So, as a government employee, perhaps you could answer a question.”
He waved his hand. “Shoot.”
“Who’s responsible for law enforcement here on Wake?”
Pete leaned back in his chair and scratched his jaw. “I guess that’d be the manager. Pan American took the lease on the island from the Department of the Navy in thirty-four, so they’ll be the main law around here.” His eyes searched her face. “Why, are you figuring on breaking the law?”
“No, but we think somebody might.”
Pete glanced around the restaurant, then wiped his lips with his napkin and stood up. “This isn’t the place to talk about such things,” he said, pitching his voice low so he wouldn’t be heard by the occupants of nearby tables. “Let’s take a boat out and talk in private.”
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