Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 07 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 07

... actually informed all the ladies they were _not allowed_ to come here unless I was with them. It was a steadfast rule. As for now, we were back on the island for the first time in 18 months, and Kristanna flat-out insisted on getting to watch the sunset from here at least once before we returned to Norway this coming Saturday. How could I deny her? The trail was quite strenuous; it was eroded in several places and slippery when wet - which was all the time. We had to cross the dunes two miles inward, then traverse some 1,300 feet up the cliff. Through a series of tree-covered gulches, we finally reached our reward - the awe-inspiring, pristine view of the Pacific Ocean atop the wind-swept perch. By this time, the sun was already setting, and there were just a few precious clouds visible in the sky. The seagulls were still squawking and squabbling over scraps of food, their raucous cries loud and brash in the faltering light. The sun itself was a bright, ember red, but kept bowing down further until night was here, and the sky suddenly looked like a black, velvet ceiling with sprinkles of dream dust everywhere. Let the record state that I was against the idea of staying atop the cliff until it was pitch-dark outside. It would only make our return hike to the _Jeep_ all the much more difficult and hazardous, but both Kristanna and Pamela insisted, and I was powerless to deny them (and their charms). Using high-powered flashlights to see, the three of us took our time and held ...

... hands as we slowly but surely returned to the head of the trail. At one point Kristanna slipped and skinned her knee, drawing blood and tearing her spandex legging in the process. It stung her a bit, but was thankfully nothing major. I was able to stop the bleeding and clean the wound, then swabbed it with iodine and bandaged it up. When we got back to the mansion, I was going to ask Scarlett - our medical expert and registered nurse - to look at Kristanna's knee. * * * "How's your knee? Is it okay?" Those were the first words from Trish - directed at Kristanna, of course - as she walked into the mansion alongside Pamela and yours truly. Obviously, Trish had been eavesdropping on us throughout the day by way of the voyeur room. I figured others had joined her there, too. Walking with a slight limp, Kristanna winced and told her, "I'll be fine. I'm a big girl." "Where is Piper?" Pamela immediately asked. "Piper and Kaden are in the master bedroom with Lindsay and Scarlett," Trish answered. "They are watching cartoons, and having a wonderful time together." "Come on," Pamela said to not only me, but Kristanna as well, tugging on my hand and trying to pull me toward the direction of the master bedroom. She was clearly having a bad case of _Piper withdrawal_. I was tired and sore after our long and adventurous day out, and needed a shower badly, but nonetheless allowed Pamela to drag me off with her. Kristanna followed suit. I admit, I was experiencing _Piper withdrawal_ too - as ...