The Island- Pleasure in Paradise

by P J Ellis

  “Show me how you will look after the guests” he said, and his cock strained upwards. I smiled and put my hand on it, feeling its girth and hardness. I circled a finger over the tip, spreading the pre-cum around. I stroked the shaft downwards, stretching his foreskin so the purple head emerged. If Amy could see my now.

  I leaned forward and kissed the tip, kissed it again, then parted my lips to let it slide just enough into my warm mouth. I held that position and used my tongue to caress the eye while massaging the shaft with my hand.

  “Yes, like that” Nick said encouragingly. He was easing his waist towards me, desperate to slide his manhood further in and feel my lips and mouth envelope him. I teased him a while longer before sliding my head downwards, taking his full length and eliciting a deep moan from him. He put his hands on my shoulders as I slowly rocked my head forwards and backwards, slurping and sucking his cock. “Oh you feel so fucking good” he said as he gyrated his hips against me, slow upward thrusts of his rigid shaft against the downstrokes of my wet mouth.

  I have to admit I loved it. I’d always enjoyed men being helpless to a blowjob and how much sheer pleasure can be given and received from oral sex as a man or a woman. But here, in this situation, it was much more. This was an interview for Christ’s sake. I was on my knees sucking dick to get a job where I was expected to fuck the guests. On paradise island.

  I wanted him to cum. I wanted to feel and hear him lose control and explode into my mouth, and I wanted to taste his salty cum and suck him until he begged my to stop and tell me I had the job. But he had other ideas. He took hold of my hair and eased me off his shaft and pulled me to my feet. “That was very nice. You have a talented tongue and eager mouth,” he said, “but I need to see all of it. I need to know that you will go all the way for our guests.”

  He looked down at my denim shorts. I understood. There was no turning back now. I undid the button and the zip and worked the shorts down over my hips and let them drop. I hooked my fingers under the elastic of my bikini bottoms, eased those down, and stood naked before him. His eyes focused on my blonde bush but any amusement had gone and he betrayed only longing. I breathed heavily, my heart pounding in my chest as I stood there waiting for him to make the next move. He reached out to touch my bush and slide his hand downwards between my legs where his finger slipped straight inside my wet gash. “Oh" I murmured, surprised and aroused by the feel of his touch.

  “I see you are ready for me,” he said, smiling. “That’s a good sign.” He played with me, sliding his finger in and out before finding my clit and gently circling it. I breathed very heavily now.

  Fuck me. Go on, fuck me - I want it. Please.

  “On the desk” he said, indicating just behind me. I perched on the edge of it, facing him, and parted my legs. He stood in front of me and spread them further, stroking my legs and the inside of my thighs and gazing at my sopping gash that was exposed for him. I waited, desperate.

  “Fuck me," I finally heard myself say, and I lay back on the desk and rested on my elbows so I could watch him. He smiled, held the base of his cock and aimed it at my pussy. He nudged the tip against my wet lips which parted willingly around it. “Oh god" I moaned as he pushed it inside me and filled me and my cunt enveloped his whole shaft. He began to make long, slow, strokes, withdrawing to the tip and sinking back inside me to the hilt. I squeezed my nipples and arched my back and writhed my hips in response.

  “God you’re sexy” he said. His pace increased, his strokes faster but still deep and hard inside me. He gripped my waist and pulled me to him on each forward thrust. Jesus he felt good. I reached a hand between my legs to play with my clit, feeling the fire begin to grow inside me. It seemed like he wasn’t going to last much longer. He thrusts were powerful and rapid and he was uttering a short sharp groan on each one. “Yes, yes" I whimpered.

  When he came he let out a loud cry, “aaaargh!”, and he gripped my waist even tighter and held me onto him as he jerked and writhed inside me. I frantically fingered my clit to release my own orgasm until it hit my like a wave, I shrieked and then clenched and I wrapped my legs tight around him. Finally, both spent, our bodies relaxed. He withdrew his cock and gently stroked my wet gash with his thumb. “Beautiful” he said, admiring it. I lay on the desk, catching my breath, and said nothing.

  He stood, panting, and pulled his shorts back on. “There’s a shower in the room, there” he indicated. “I’ll ask Maria to find you a hut. Amy was right: you will do very nicely here.”

  Chapter Four

  Day Two. I could feel sunlight streaming through the blinds, willing me to wake. I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling of my hut and I remembered: I am on the island. I thought back to yesterday, the day I had arrived, and remembered how I had secured a job here, by sucking Nick’s cock and letting him fuck me in his office. And I remembered meeting Amy and her description that led me here.

  No particular job guidance had been given to me. I was free to do as I pleased most of the time, and they would let me know when my services were required. They hadn’t said how, or how often.

  I pulled the thin sheet from my naked body and headed for the shower. The water was warm, not hot, but in this tropical paradise that was a relief. I washed quickly and towelled myself dry then decided what to wear. I did not have many clothes so a bikini covered by denim shorts and a thin top would have to do.

  I walked over to the main dining area where fruits and pastries and breakfast items had been laid out, and helped myself to some mango. I had slept in and there were not many guests or staff around in this area, so I ate my breakfast and decided to have a snoop around. In the main building here was a dining area, staff offices, a communal lounge, a bar, and a bookcase - filled with books and with a note on the shelf: Feel free to take one, if possible please leave one.

  I was delighted. I loved reading and had grown accustomed to this simple book-sharing mechanism on my travels. I had a paperback in my hut I could donate later, for now I perused the shelves to see what took my fancy. Near the top there was a well-worn copy of The Count of Monte Christo, by Alexandre Dumas. I reached for it and thumbed through the pages. This was perfect, I thought. I enjoyed the classics and this was one I had not yet read.

  Taking the book I walked outside and looked at the view before me. Huts dotted along the shoreline at long intervals, a few trees, and still blue water meeting beautiful white sand. The beach was shallow and the water crystal clear - I could see the sand turned pale blue for a long way. Later I would have a swim, I decided, but for now I wanted to find a quiet place to sit, enjoy the warmth, and start my book.

  I kicked off my sandals and picked them up to walk barefoot on the sand. Later in the day it would be too hot to do so, but for now the sand was still warming up after the cool night. This part of the beach was quiet and I only saw one other person, a young man. He was sitting on the sand reading. I decided to be sociable and walked over, stopping a few metres from him.

  “Hi” I said.

  He looked up, startled. “Oh, hi” he replied. I saw now he had an ebook reader.

  I smiled at him. He was probably about my age, light brown hair, slim, a little pale, awful shirt, looked somewhat out of place on a beach. Cute though, I decided. “Good book?” I asked him.

  “Book? Oh, well, actually it’s a paper” he said.

  I pinched my lips together, suppressing a smile. “And, is it a good paper?” I asked.

  “Er, yes” he said. “It’s about deep learning.”

  “Deep learning, what’s that?”

  “It’s a way that computers can be smart and teach themselves. Have you heard of AI? Artificial Intelligence?”

  “Yes, a little.”

  “Well, it’s part of that. It's really interesting.”

  “Mmm, okay” I said.

  He looked at the book in my hand. “And you?” he asked. “What are you reading?”

  “Oh, it’s The Count of Monte Christo” I said, holding it up
for him to see. “I love classics. I picked it up in the book share.”

  “Book share?” he said, frowning.

  “You know, in the main building. The bookshelf?”

  He shrugged. I didn’t know that was there. I loaded up my tablet before I came.

  “With papers?” I said, raising my eyebrows and smiling at him.

  “Well yes, but I have some books too. Mostly non-fiction.”

  “Whatever floats your boat,” I said. I wondered if I should leave him alone to continue his paper or stay and talk. His geekiness was endearing and I thought maybe I could get him to read a fiction book or two if I got to know him. I decided on the latter, walked over and sat cross-legged on the beach next to him. “I’m Hannah” I said, smiling broadly and reaching out to shake his hand. “Tell me about deep learning and I’ll tell you about my book.”

  ~ ~ ~

  By the time dessert arrived, fruit salad no less, I knew a lot about Ryan. He was single, super-smart, a workaholic, absorbed in IT, lived in California, had no dress sense, founded his own Silicon Valley company, and was actually very funny once he had opened up. I also knew that I liked him. We had talked for hours on the beach and when he’d asked my to have dinner with him I gladly accepted. The evening felt like a date and I had put on the one dress I had allowed myself to bring in my backpack, a small black number that wouldn’t take up too much room and would be perfect for any occasions where I needed to make an effort.

  My concern now, as we approached the end of the meal, was why each of us was here on the island. He seemed an odd fit, and while I was free to do what I wanted I felt my employed role and the circumstances of my being allowed to stay here had to come out. I knew I needed to tackle it sooner rather than later.

  “Have you travelled much?” I asked him.

  “No, not really. I never take holidays, barely even weekends” he said.

  “Then why here? Why now?” I asked.

  “Oh, well. As the company grew more successful and I took on staff I needed an assistant. Really this guy - Charles - runs my life now. I’m not the only workaholic founder in the industry, and so an army of people like Charles has sprung up. Thanks to him I now have a housekeeper who comes in to clean and do my laundry and make sure there’s some food in the fridge. My work schedule is totally organised, my parents get birthday gifts and, well, basically he told me I needed to take a holiday for my own sanity.”

  “So Charles found you this island?” I asked.

  “Yes. He’s well connected. He chose the dates, booked it for me, arranged the travel. All I had to do was pack. He said it would be good for me.”

  “What else did he tell you?” I pressed.

  He paused. “You mean about the girls?” he asked. I nodded, relieved he knew. “He told me when we spoke on the ‘phone after I had arrived. He said I should relax and have some fun. Not work all the time.”

  “And…have you?” I asked him. If anyone on the island was going to be relaxing him, I wanted it to be me.

  “Well, no.” he said. “I wanted to feel a connection, you know? I don’t like approaching people. He said all I needed to do was ask Nick, but you were the first person I’ve had a conversation with.” He paused. “But, you know, it’s been nice” he finished, looking down.

  I knew I was going to have to take the lead. I wanted his holiday to be memorable, and I wanted his memory to be of me. More than that, I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to take his unstylish clothes off and get naked with him. I wanted to get him into bed and screw his goddamn smart Silicon Valley brains out.

  Chapter Five

  We left the dining area and walked along the beach. “I had a nice dinner, thank you” I said to him.

  “Me too” he replied.

  I nudged him playfully. “So, which one is your hut?”

  “Er, it’s that one further down” he said, indicating.

  “Show me” I said. We walked there without talking, accompanied only by the gentle sound of the ocean. Ryan fished the key out of his shorts, fumbled with the lock for a moment and then opened the door. I walked past him, trailing a hand over his chest and reaching for his hand to pull him gently inside.

  I closed the door and turned to face him, drawing very close and noticing his aftershave for the first time. I put a hand on his chest again and looked up into his eyes. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?” I asked. I desperately wanted him to.

  He put his hands delicately on my waist and leaned in to place his lips on mine. The kiss was gentle, tentative, at first and I kissed him lightly back and reached up to put my arms around his neck. As we kissed feelings took over and he slid his hands from my waist to circle my back and pull me into him. I reciprocated and wrapped my arms more tightly around his neck. Our mouths opened and tongues intertwined and I delighted in the moment, noticing also the obvious hardness growing in him that pressed against me.

  I was impatient for more. I broke the embrace, took hold of the bottom hem of my sexy little dress and peeled it up my body and off over my head. I was not wearing a bra and stood before him naked but for my lace red knickers. “Oh my” he said, taking in my body and gazing at my soft, full, breasts and pert nipples standing in front of him.

  I undid the buttons on his shirt as quickly as I was able and pulled it off his shoulders, pushing him over to the bed. I embraced him and locked my mouth onto his and we tumbled on to the bed together, kissing deeply, legs intertwining. He kissed my neck and breasts and found my mouth again; I held him tight against me and ran fingers through his hair.

  I needed more. I pushed him onto his back, undid his belt buckle and yanked his canvas shorts down. His cock was straining to get out from his underwear and I relieved him of those too, more slowly and gently. I knelt down to admire and stroke it, then my desire to please him and my own instincts soon compelled my to use my mouth. “Oooohh”, he gasped as my wet lips slid down and my warm mouth enveloped it.

  I took my time, sucking him slowly, relishing the feel of his member but well aware of the pleasure he was demonstrating through his moans and squirming hips. I had a strong desire to bring him off and feel him explode in my mouth, but a greater desire to feel him inside my pussy and to climax with him, our bodies engaged. I was wet between my legs, I could feel it, and wanted relief too.

  I raised my head and sat up, looking longingly at his now-glistening hard pole while I whipped my knickers off, and then swung my leg over and sat straddling his groin. At first I used my body to press his cock flat against his torso and gently rubbed my pussy lips along the side of it. I was so ready my lips spread around it even in that position and I could feel his hardness rub against my spread flesh. I couldn’t wait any longer. I raised my weight and reached under my to aim it upwards so the tip found my entrance, just there, and I eased herself down onto it and felt it slide upwards into my cunt.

  “Mmmmm” I breathed as I felt him inside me. I leaned back and moved my hips back and forth, grinding herself slowly against him and keeping him deeply penetrated. He reached up to play with my breasts, pinching and tweaking my hard nipples in a way that heightened my pleasure. I felt hot all over but between my legs most of all, the signs of my orgasm building already. I changed my rhythm, using my legs to raise and lower herself on his pole, enjoying the feeling of him nearly vacating me and then dropping myself back down so he filled my up again. I reached down to play with my clit and felt exquisite pleasure at having both sensations. “Oh god” I moaned and closed my eyes.

  Ryan reached up to me and pulled me down onto him, wrapping his arms tightly around me. My breasts pressed against his chest and our perspiring bodies joined in a passionate embrace. I kissed him, deeply, longingly, and our tongues danced with each other while he gripped the back of my neck. He used his hips to thrust into me, fast and hard, fast and hard, until his groans became frequent short gasps and I knew he was close. I was too, so close. I felt him banging into me madly and reached for my clit again to match the moment of his clima
x. It came then - he cried out and froze, his cock held deep in me, and I felt his warm seed shoot inside me and he groaned with pleasure. “Oh god, oh god!” I shrieked and came with him, pressing my head against his chest and clenching my teeth at the intense gratification. “Fuuuuck” I cried as my orgasm crashed over me and I shuddered violently before our bodies relaxed and we remained in a post-climax embrace.

  “That was amazing,” Ryan said to me. “You are amazing.” He kissed me again.

  “My pleasure.” I replied. “I needed that.”

  I rolled off so I could lay beside him and we held each other for a long time. I felt comfortable with him and was glad that he was my first guest. Eventually I extricated myself gently to have a quick shower, and when I returned I found Ryan fast asleep. “Poor worn-out workaholic” I mused, smiling to myself.

  I dressed and wrote him a note, leaving it on the side before letting myself out quietly.

  I had a great time. Find me / ask for me and I’ll come.

  Chapter Six

  Day Three. I walked into my hut and tossed The Count of Monte Christo, finished, onto the bed. I was starting to think about what I might read next when I noticed the folded note on the side table.

  Massage - extras. Massage Hut 3, 2pm.

  Nick had said part of my role was to provide massages for guests. There were towels and oils in every hut so I wouldn’t need to bring anything, apparently, just my good self. “Extras” - that meant the guest was expecting more than a back and shoulder rub.

  It wasn’t quite 1pm so I decided I’d better get some lunch first. I looked down at myself to check my outfit and figured the bikini and denim shorts I had got so used to wearing would be fine.

  ~ ~ ~

  Massage Hut 3 was easy enough to find as they were in a sequence off the beach, spaced apart. A few minutes before 2pm I walked up to it and knocked on the door.