Michele's Dark Desire Pt. II - Sex Stories

Michele's Dark Desire Pt. II

... hate to see you alone for the night." She had a nervous look on her face. "I'd love to!" Derek concluded. "Well then, we're off!" I settled the bill and we headed out, enjoying one last view of the 'Finisterre' crowned by the great dome of the sky. The sun was resplendent in her final descent, sending forth desperate shafts of light through the clouds glowing shades of pink and gold; the deep Western Sea waited with open arms to receive her. The harbor was a dark, inky blue below us, dotted with sea craft making their way in to nest for the evening. Around the harbor the twilit town glinted with lights coming on beneath the earthy hills beyond, and everywhere was the energetic din of friends and lovers enjoying themselves. Halfway across the dome the light was failing, absorbed by overlapping curtains of blue, ever darkening but clear, stars igniting. To the East the night was rising. The road to the marina snaked to and fro down the hill, but to the side was a shortcut: a pathway down the barren hillside beautifully paved with bricks and steps, lined with desert flora. After about fifty yards it passed our cabana. I suggested we stop for a moment so I could swap my sandals for shoes. Michele agreed as she wanted to freshen up. We headed over, our guest in tow. Once inside she asked Derek if he needed to use the bathroom, intending to let the guest go first. "Nope, I'm good!" he said, and stepped out on the veranda. Michele went in, leaving the door open. I watched her ...

... apply a little lip-gloss: Michele's natural beauty resulted in near complete abstention from cosmetics. She unclipped her hair and gave it a quick run-through with her brush, leaving it unclipped. I had switched my sandals for shoes as intended, and then went into the bathroom to relieve myself after Michele came out. Afterward I gave my hair a quick combing and was ready to go. When I reentered the room I stopped short. My entire body was suddenly flushed by a jolt of adrenaline as I instantly realized what was happening. The experience of four months before flashed before me, as did everything that came after, including the heart to heart Michele and I had just had. The two of them were by the veranda doors. Derek was standing closely behind Michele, his massive, dark hands clamped firmly on her hips. He was gazing at me intensely over her shoulder. Michele's expression betrayed a sense of surprised terror and excitement. She peered down to his hands, and then placed hers so as to push them off. The sight of her delicate fingers struggling on his hands was electric. Her lips were slightly parted and her brow arched. She looked dazed, as if she wanted to say something but could not muster the breath to communicate. My deepest desire, our deepest desire, was coalescing right there. 'How could this be happening?' I thought. But then my mind answered, 'How could it not?' After all that had happened we must have left numerous markers that he picked up on. He had to have known or at ...