The Island, Chapter 6 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 6

... body, my head resting on one of those exquisite flesh pillows. “Mmmmmmmmm!” she purred, caressing my hair. “That was nice!” “Shit yes!” I agreed between gasps. “You are one hot fucking lady!” She laughed and hugged my head, her arms squashing her breasts against my cheeks in a soft embrace. “I have so much passion stored up, it’s like a dam breaking when I let it out. I like wearing corsets and lingerie at work. It makes me feel sexy. I keep hoping for a chance to show them to a man who likes my body. It looks like I finally found one. I’m glad I was able to make you feel good!” I propped myself up on my arms. “You are definitely sexy!” I said fervently. “I hope we can do this again sometime.” “I think that can be arranged,” she said with a smile. “I may need to trade off with Sharon, though. I think she’s hoping for a repeat performance, too.” Oh, man! I thought. What had I gotten myself into? I was completely exhausted, and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet. I was going to have to name this place ‘Fantasy Island’ I mused, since it seemed that every fantasy I had ever had was coming to life here. I almost expected Mr. Roarke to pop out of the bushes, Tattoo scuttling along behind him. The improbability of it all struck me, but no sooner had the thought popped into my head, it seemed to be pushed right out again in a wave of acceptance. This is all meant to be , I realized. Everything is going to be all right. I believed this with the sincerity of a brainwashed cult follower, and only a tiny part of my brain wondered why. To be continued....