Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 05 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 05

... Lima to the island itself whatsoever. The noise and the sheer ferocity of the spinning blades from overhead was too much for them. Thus, I made the decision that when we returned to Lima on Saturday June 6, 2015, we would do so via my big luxury boat instead of the helicopter. Hopefully, the babies would enjoy that. I saw no reason why they would not. Both of them loved to go out on the boat back home in Norway. * * * Flying such a long distance always seemed to take a lot out of me. My senses were drained and I was extremely tired, but I found myself slowly drifting out of a very relaxing and peaceful sleep the day after our arrival a lot earlier than I should have. The time was 2:30am, yet our bodies were still accustomed to Norway time (where it was 8:30am now). After such a long trip, though, I should have slept much longer. I definitely should not have been awake at such an early hour. But once becoming somewhat aware and alert of my immediate surroundings - and the fact we were back on the island - I could not help but to smile. How could I not smile? Was there anything _not_ to smile about for me? I was lounging comfortably in the middle of a massive bed with seven women - all in various stages of undress - curled up all around me. Kristanna and Devon were off to the side like usual as they continued to peacefully sleep, locked in a forever embrace with their lips just inches apart. Lindsay was to my left and Trish was behind her, her arms curled around in front and ...

... fastened together at her midriff. Scarlett was closeby to Amy, naturally, and Lindsay had a loving arm coiled around Amy as well. Tucked away all nice and snug within my own arms, Pamela rested quietly as the two of us huddled together upon the big bed in the master bedroom with all of the other ladies around us. I luxuriated in the warm feel of Pamela's wondrous, naked body, letting it comfort and soothe both my skin and my senses. I then brought a hand to Pamela's head, and gently ran my fingers throughout her silky-smooth blonde hair. Just having Pamela so close to me was something incredibly special. She truly needed to be worshiped. In my mind, I began to harken back to nearly two years ago when I first met Pamela on this very island. I still remember coming across Pamela in the library her second day here as if it happened yesterday. Pamela and I had a very nice, long discussion in the library, which culminated in a sizzling sexual encounter that still ranks as perhaps my all-time personal favorite. I was so much in love with her from that moment forward. We had perfect chemistry together. "I cannot believe that you were once a stripper," I whispered to Pamela as she lay within my arms here in bed, still dancing and frolicking in the land of dreams at this early morning hour. I offered her a gentle kiss upon the forehead and murmured, "My God, woman... you are much too beautiful - and too classy - to have ever been a stripper." Pamela was a down-to-earth girl whose busty ...