The Island, Chapter 17 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 17

... ticket and got on a plane, with no plans beyond that. It’s so unlike me, because I’m usually so OCD I plan everything months in advance. I didn’t know you were on the same plane until I saw you on the beach. Is that bizarre or what?” She shook her head incredulously. Larger forces… I thought again. “That is pretty crazy,” I agreed. “Look, objectively I’m sorry you’re trapped here, but for selfish reasons, I’m glad to have you here with me.” I smiled at her. She gave me that thousand-watt smile I knew and loved. “As messed up as it seems, I’m glad to be here, too. I was so scared and depressed at first, but it’s actually been a life-changing experience for me. And I mean that in a good way. I feel like I have a whole new outlook on life, like I found something in me that I was missing all these years.” I stroked her cheek. “I’m so happy for you. I always felt like there was some sadness in you. I never knew why, because you seemed like the perfect woman. But it’s gone now. And you are still the perfect woman, now even better!” She leaned in and planted a passionate kiss on my lips, licking them lightly with the tip of her tongue. I looked into her eyes, now huge and dark. “I think it’s time for dessert, she said huskily.” I reached for her, but she slapped my hands away. “Not yet, Dave. You just relax and enjoy. Now it’s my turn to please you.” I shivered in anticipation, my cock already rock hard, as I leaned back on my elbow to watch her. She stood up and released her ...

... hair, letting the ebony curtains cascade over her bare shoulders. She ran her fingers through the mass of curls sensually, placing her breasts in sharp relief as her dress tightened over them. Her nipples were plainly visible, poking through the thin fabric. For the first time since I’d known her, she wasn’t wearing a bra! My mouth began to water as I thought of her beautiful body. Her dark eyes bored into me as she began caressing herself through the crimson dress, stroking her full tits and pinching the nipples, then sliding her hands down her soft belly and over her hips and curvaceous thighs. I had to adjust my boner, as it was trying to tear its way out of my pants. She smiled slightly as she sensed the reason for my squirming. She untied the strap that went around the back of her neck, then hesitated slightly, drawing out the suspense. Finally she let the garment fall, and the slick red folds slipped off her body, pooling at her feet. She was indeed totally nude under the dress, and her glorious full figure seemed to glow luminously in the candlelight as I stared at her. An involuntary sigh escaped my lips as I beheld those massive mammaries, the brown areolae puckered up in arousal, the nipples stiff and tall. Her thick brown bush was neatly trimmed on the sides, and I could just see her pink lips in the midst of the dark curls. I couldn’t stand the confinement of my clothes any longer, and quickly shucked off shirt, pants, and underwear to release my straining prick. She ...