Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 03 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 03

... shoppers jammed into it. "This place is crazy, isn't it?" "Sure is busy," I agreed. The woman's posture changed, and she seemed to take on more of a serious aura about her. “I was getting tired of waiting for you to come over and talk to me, so I decided to make the first move between us and break the ice myself." Huh? There are many ways one can go about flirting - whether it is a woman trying to do so with a man, or a man with a woman, but that last line actually left me speechless, and suddenly feeling quite awkward. Others may enjoy being approached and spoken to this way, but I certainly did not. I found myself even more disoriented when, from the side, two hands cupped my face, followed by a pair of soft, velvety lips pressing themselves against mine for a kiss. My eyes wide, I then noticed and realized that the person kissing me was none other than Scarlett. Thus, I was able to relax. Like the angel that she was, Scarlett swooped in from the right and, in front of this mystery woman who was flirting with me - Shannon was her name - she staked her claim to me in convincing fashion. The last thing that I wanted to do was hurt Shannon's feelings and/or insult her by rejecting her advances, though I was more than prepared to do so. Scarlett took care of that for me, though, and decided to add a definitive punctuation mark. "Hi honey," Scarlett cooed at me once our kiss was over, grinning for emphasis. She then glanced at Shannon and offered her a (very fake) smile. ...

... Shannon, of course, had a bewildered look on her face. She obviously was not expecting this. "Oh," Scarlett said, turning her attention toward me. "A friend of yours?" "Just an innocent discussion," I mused. "I see you've met Jeremy," Scarlett said to the woman. "He is my husband." My eyes nearly popped from their sockets at those words - her _husband_ (!/?) - as she ended, "I'm really not looking to share him, so you can run along now. Shoo!" Shannon appeared surprised and quite perturbed, but shook her head and walked away without a response. I really was not looking forward to turning her down myself. But thanks to Scarlett, I did not have to. Once Shannon was gone from view, I was able to take a deep breath, and exhale accordingly. "You're welcome," Scarlett simply told me, an overloaded shopping bag hooked on her right forearm. "Husband?" I still could not believe that Scarlett told Shannon that I was her husband. "Thank you. But husband?" She shrugged her shoulders. "It worked, didn't it?" "I think you were jealous," I teased her. She smirked at me. "Maybe. This is supposed to be my night out alone with you. Away from the others." Scarlett patted me on the shoulder and concluded, "I could not let some little hussy invade on my territory tonight." "Hussy?" I laughed. "You're mean." At initial glance, Scarlett appeared to be a distinctive combination of classic Hollywood elegance and unapologetic raw sexuality. Standing 5-foot-3 with an all-natural, curvaceous body, thick and ...