In praise of South Pacific #4
Litia and Misui had already met each other as Misui would
regularly bring tour groups to the resort; after a few minutes
of polite conversation, Misui excused herself and returned
to her group. Litia kissed me on the cheek and sat on the bar
stool looking ravishing as usual. “Your mission Jim, if
you chose to accept it…..” she started in her best “Mission
Impossible” voice. She explained that she and Sara had
been friends since school. Sara had, until recently, been
married to a much older, very rich white man; he had visited
her village when he was in his late fifties and she was just
eighteen and had chosen her as his bride. Ten years later
she was tired of her life with him and wanted more; she had
borne him two sons and would later the following week to
take them overseas for a couple of months. She had lost confidence
both in men, particularly white men, and herself. Litia
thought that I was the right man to correct the balance.
Sara lived locally in a luxury condominium as part of her
divorce settlement and would be arriving after dinner
at 10.00pm.
The dinner was excellent with the attendees being mostly
local men and one other woman; Litia was the perfect hostess.
At 9.30pm everyone left leaving just Litia and me. As we
made our way towards the nightclub, Litia’s mobile rang
– it was Sara at reception; Litia rushed off to meet her.
Misui was already in the bar and came straight over to chat
when I entered. A few minutes later Litia entered with Sara
and they joined Misui and me. Suddenly I realised that I
was standing with three very beautiful women, all very
exotic; Misui was Japanese and Sara and Litia were both
local. Sara was quite tall, very shapely, obviously of
mixed race and of lighter skin colour than Litia; initially
she was very attractively shy, her tight, brief hotpants,
bare midriff and tight top accentuated by her long, powerful
legs and very stylish high heels.
Misui excused herself and, after a while, Litia left to
start her nightshift leaving Sara and me alone; we took
our drinks and made our way to the balcony overlooking the
sea, in the warm, balmy night air, and away from the overpowering
nightclub music. We were both very relaxed and talked about
all kinds of common interests including our families.
We decided to dance, Sara taking my arm as we made our way
back into the nightclub.
Once inside she was totally relaxed, her personality had
become evident, and she became the discrete subject of
attention of men and women alike. The music slowed and she
immediately put her arms around my neck, pulling herself
to me; I could feel the firmness of her breasts against my
chest and her crotch against mine. My cock started to swell
and I decided to let nature take its course. Initially Sara
seemed to pull away and then she resumed the pressure, now
very obviously concentrated on my cock. The dance floor
was crammed with people and she was now working my cock;
I could clearly feel her parted pussy lips through her hotpants
sliding up and down the shaft. She looked at me and we kissed
forcefully on the mouths. We were both obviously very aroused;
she seemed to get almost to the top of the shaft and slide
back down again. I felt that I would burst and whispered
that she should take the helmet “I can’t, you’re too tall, ”
she whispered back, “please bend your knees.” As I did,
I felt her pussy lips engulf the helmet and she immediately
orgasmed, holding me very tight for a while as she convulsed,
her face pressed into my chest. When she had recovered,
she put her lips to my ear “Wow, that was a first! As the boys
are staying tonight with their grandmother, can we now
please go back at my condo?”
Minutes later we were in reception having collected my
things from my room. Litia looked at us; Sara and Litia briefly
chatted in their local dialect and giggled. Litia explained
“She says that she wants to wake up with you at daybreak and
make you breakfast; I think that that she wants you for breakfast!
You apparently have something that has taken her attention”
she added, her eyes motioning towards my crotch. Soon we
were at Sara's very luxurious second floor condominium
in the development that I had noticed across the bay from
the resort; I could see the lights of the resort shimmering
across the bay. Sara poured some drinks and we moved onto
the very private balcony, Sara turning off all the lights
in the apartment. As I sat on the lounge bed, Sara sat between
my legs, her hand stroking my cock. “Now, where were we?”
she asked. Within moments we were both nude on the lounge
bed; I was on my back and she was on her stomach between my
legs, licking and sucking my cock and working it against
her breasts. The nipples were obviously very swollen and
erect, and very, very sensitive. “I have to return the favour
from the nightclub, ” she offered, now working the head
of my cock with her lips, her tongue knowingly penetrating
the opening at the top as I wriggled at the sensitivity.
She would periodically take the cock in her mouth, relaxing
her throat as she accommodated its entire length, and with
her nose finally buried in my pubic hair; then she would
slowly and erotically release its length from her mouth.
“Do you want to cum in my mouth or pussy?” she asked. I opted
for her mouth to start. With the action of the past hour I
came very quickly into her mouth as she sucked and swallowed
every drop. When my bursts had finally stopped, Sara licked
my cock clean and reached for her wineglass “Your cum tastes
great and very sensual; however, I generally find that
the texture tends to linger and wine is the best solution, ”
she explained.
Soon she was astride me and sliding my again very erect cock
inside her very wet pussy. After an hour we adjourned inside
to her bedroom. “You have not fucked my arse, ” she observed,
“I love having my arse fucked – would you please?” Being
the gentleman, I, of course, obliged. For me, that was a
first!
It was after daybreak when I awoke with us having seemingly
licked, sucked and fucked throughout the night. Sara entered
the room wearing a nightdress which hid very little of her
body, carrying a breakfast tray of tropical fruit, coffee
and croissants. She slipped off the nightdress and slid
nude again into bed beside me; we ate breakfast together,
idly chatting. When we’d finished, she turned to me. “My
breasts and pussy are now very swollen and tender; I love
them feeling like this and need some more good hard sex so
that I can feel every squeeze of your hands, suck of your
mouth and every inch of your cock.”
Litia rang me the following Monday; she had spoken with
Sara and couldn’t believe the change in her. “She’s off
overseas this week for a couple of months, ” she observed,
“and I go next week for a month. Are you able to spend a night
with me before I leave? Please.”
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