Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 11 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 11

... breasts tenderly rising and falling with each slowly cresting wave, lush nipples rasping gently upon the clingy, wet fabric of her bikini top. Now, Pamela was splashing me. "How's my baby girl?" I glanced back toward the collection of beach umbrellas. Devon and Amy had since been joined by Lindsay, who was standing in the shade and doing spirited dance moves as she held Piper tight and close to her. Lindsay was constantly talking to Piper too, although it was too far for me to make out anything she was saying. Devon laughed as she picked up Kaden and offered him to Lindsay as well. Now, she was dancing with both babies - one in each arm. "Piper and Kaden look to be having the time of their little lives with Lindsay," Kristanna observed. Not too far from them, Trish and Scarlett were holding hands and having a private discussion of their own. "You HAVE to get Lindsay pregnant, Jeremy." I grunted at Pamela's words. How many times had I heard that same, exact quote - not only from Pamela, but others as well - in the past several weeks? If I could snap my fingers and make it magically happen, I would. Trust me! "Look how good she is with Kaden and Piper," Kristanna mused. "Imagine what she will be like with her own kids." "I just want to see that little body of hers all blown up like a balloon and nine months pregnant," were my words. "I think seeing Lindsay - of all people - like that would be my own personal, private Heaven." "Jeremy!" Pamela laughed, even lightly bopping me ...

... on the head for emphasis. "You're awful!" Scarlett had a handful of Trish's breasts and was sharing sweet, loving kisses with her. Devon and Amy were resting upon a series of towels, but their bodies were both swaying back-and-forth merrily as they watched Lindsay dance with Kaden and Piper. Pamela leaned down and hugged me atop my surfboard, her chin resting upon my shoulder. Then, Kristanna playfully flipped my board and caused both Pamela and I to go tumbling over into the water below. Pamela quickly reacted and gave Kristanna a spirited shove, returning the favor. Pamela then grunted and jumped onto Kristanna within the water for good measure, forcing her to go under. Seriously, could my life get any better than this? * * * By the time it was 4:30pm, I had busted out the grill and was firing up yet another culinary masterpiece right on the beach itself. I opted to try something different this time, too, preparing grilled artichokes and polenta with pesto, as well as grilled asparagus with wasabi soy dipping sauce and grilled corn with bacon butter and cotija cheese. That was for the health-crazed, weight-watching ladies. As for myself, it was okay to splurge every now and then, right? I fired up a pair of prime rib eye steak sandwiches seared with smoked paprika, olive oil, sea salt, cracked black peppers, hot banana peppers and provolone cheese all layered with a special herb salad on toasted hoagie bread. It was, as you may imagine, absolutely delicious! Conversation was ...