Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 05 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 05

... physically, but made the ill-advised decision to walk down to the storage garage for some beach-themed decorations that I wanted to hang throughout the mansion. Walking to the garage was not the problem; it was having to ascend the steps - the slabs of volcanic rock - that led back up to the house from the garage after I gathered the decorations and placed them in a bag. I was only halfway up once I felt my back stiffen and nearly lock up. I had to latch onto the guard-rail and hold on tight to make it the rest of the way to the top. I found that I was only able to fully lift my right foot in order to ascend each step - my left sort of just dragged along. Oh, what I would not give to be Lindsay's age just one more time... Once I had conquered climbing the steps, I took a moment or two to just stand there and relax. At the same time, I knew that I could not let any - and I do mean _any_ - of the ladies come across me in such a debilitating state of both mind and body. Why? Kristanna would throw a fit. Kristanna would most assuredly insist that I be rushed to the hospital in Lima via our friend's helicopter (or even emergency air-vac) and get every X-ray and imaging scan and test known to man performed on me. I did not want that. We had seen enough of the hospital in recent times as it was! I had a simple, little pulled muscle, but I was feeling much better today than I was yesterday. My only mistake was thinking that I could make it up 100 steps without incident. I slowly ...

... meandered toward the side entrance of the mansion, believing that I could sneak in undetected there. However, I was wrong. Seated on the porch swing near the big sliding glass door was Devon. She was all by her lonesome and apparently munching on a small dish of ice cream. I knew that I had to toughen up, so to speak, and not show any outward signs or hints to Devon that I had further tweaked my back. I would get screeched at until I agreed to seek medical help... "Care for some company?" I asked with a friendly smile, approaching Devon with a normal gait and walk (and having to expend all of my mental willpower to do so). "Oh, hi Jeremy!" Devon greeted, her lovely, pristine face suddenly beaming with absolute delight at my presence. She patted the spot next to her on the swing and motioned for me to take a seat there. "Please, by all means!" Devon looked a lot younger than her actual age of 29, yet she was mature and definitely all _woman_. Devon had bright blue eyes and long, wavy blonde hair that went down to the mid-point of her back. She also had a tiny, little overbite that made her smile seem all the more the sweeter, and a very sexy, petite figure wrapped up in a _cupcake pink_ beach dress with a short hemline, tie waist and even an attached hoodie. Her legs were tanned and sleek, and looked magnificent... "What'chya got there?" I wondered, settling down beside her (and pain shooting straight up my spine). I was able to hold face, though, and not let her know that I was ...