The moonlight spread like a silken sheet over the vista of the sea. A solitary boat slowly made its way towards the island as I sat on the ledge outside my island home. No deliveries had been scheduled and certainly no guests invited. I tolerated very few incursions on my privacy and while this was unexpected, I had an inkling of who approached. She would be bringing another and as such would attempt to create the diversion she had rambled on about several days ago.
I tolerated her mainly because she was entertaining and intelligent—hard to find these days. I suppose I should also mention she had no discernible inhibitions which she expected all to understand. I did not, but out of curiosity I always participated in her frivolity. Well, not always exactly, up to a point.
I know these stories must have copious amounts of a variety of copulation to achieve any level of popularity. In order to keep you from wasting an inordinate amount of your time let me tell you my sexual scribblings mostly bore me to tears thus I assume my two followers feel the same way. I get inspired by…who the fuck really cares what inspires me?
Back to the story. It is not so much that I didn’t arbitrarily not cooperate with her it was the things she came up with. I know you want an example…give me a moment. She wanted to peg me which she asserted that every man after a certain age wanted to take it in the ass. While I couldn’t deny it had crossed my mind on occasion mentally I wasn’t prepared to take that step. Maybe it was timing or something else. She took delight in parading around the house for the entire afternoon completely naked wearing a strap-on that dangled suggestively from her waist—all 12 inches. I retreated to my office and ignored her. I discovered later that she had attracted the attention of my housekeeper, cook, and general assistant who willingly succumbed to not only the dildo but other attentions.
I continued to watch the small boat slowly creep towards the jetty. I suppose I should explain something about me. I retired after I sold my company when I was still fairly young. I sold it at the perfect time and got a fairly significant premium. Over the years with the help of my attorney and financial consultants, I have expanded my wealth thus permitting me to buy this island. It is self-sustaining in terms of power, water and to some extent food. I eat a lot of fish and the remainder of the supplies are delivered fortnightly. I also have a periodically successful vegetable garden. The island is about forty acres and in the center it is heavily jungled with a freshwater lake. The island on the leeward side has beautiful white sand beaches and the windward, steep cliffs. There are fifteen islands scattered around the area with only a couple inhabited by local fishermen. My island is approximately a one-and-a-half hours' boat ride to the mainland depending weather and the state of the sea.
I am occasionally asked to consult on things that I do on a very restricted basis. It keeps me connected to the “real” world and tops up the coffers.
The boat has docked and two people get off. I have three people working part-time who mostly do maintenance and heavy lifting. Actually, one lives in her cottage on the island by choice and prefers it that way. Don’t get your nasty minds grinding. She is nothing more than someone who keeps the house and periodically cooks a meal and as mentioned earlier succumbs to “dildo temptations” on occasion. She may have a love life but that is not my concern.
They collect the two people and a few boxes in my electric truck and start up the hill to my house. Sighing I accept there is no way to avoid this encounter and walk down to the gate opening it as they approach. I can hear her voice from a hundred yards away. It was pleasant but always a few decibels beyond what people usually find as an acceptable level. Let me make it clear—she is not unattractive. His ass is almost ideal, a perfect heart shape with firm rounded cheeks. Her breasts are well-rounded and still firm with gorgeous pink nipples. She only trims her pubic hair which I insisted she not remove it completely. I enjoy running my tongue through its wet tangle. She has the most incredible taste, impossible to describe so don't ask. I have to inform you that once in residence she is usually nude or wearing only the bottom of her thong bikini.
The two women greet me with hugs and kisses as their backpacks are lugged up the steps then to a bedroom. A late dinner is being prepared and laid out on the table by my “assistant”. Instead of calling her, “her” or “she” let’s give her a name, Lolly, and her friend I am told is Patrice. I open a bottle of wine and set it on the table to serve themselves. They tuck into the meal of crayfish ceviche and fried potatoes and onions with sliced homegrown tomatoes and vinaigrette. I am sitting in a nearby deck chair calmly waiting for the two, actually three, to stop chattering.
I know, I know when is this idiot going to get to the fucking and sucking? I rarely write anything this long if ever. I am trying out painting backgrounds. So fuck off and go get a beer and come back in a few minutes.
Where was I before I so rudely interrupted myself. Oh yeah, eating and chatting. Did I mention both women had stripped to “island attire”—topless and thongs? I must say Patrice was beautiful. Very thin but with full breasts and a small, compact bottom. Lolly was Lolly…enough said. Your imaginations can add all that is needed with her. My “assistant” wore what she usually wore, a t-shirt and cut-offs with flip flops. All were less than revealing but what little I had seen of her she was fairly well built. By the way, her name is Esmeralda and, even if I do say, she has a sultry, Latin appeal.
I finally took my glass of wine and retired to my office to finish some odds and ends that needed to be done letting the girls do what they wished. I heard rustling as the trio headed for their bedroom with an adjoining bath. The bed springs creaked under the weight of two or three bodies. I regrouped my focus and continued working.
Finally, my office chores were completed and I leaned back stretching my arms above my head and yawning. The early evening had lapsed to just about midnight. I rose and shuffled towards my bedroom in the front of the house. As I passed the guest room I glanced through the open door absently and noticed all three women tangled in a naked mess of bodies and sheets presumably asleep. Lolly lifted her hand and whispered, at least her version of a whisper: “Hello, darling. Did you finish what you were doing? We missed you. Going to bed now?"
I nodded and said that I was.
“Would like company tonight?” Lolly asked with a cat-like grin.
I waved my hand indicating she was welcome to come. Climbing totally naked out of bed she ambled behind me as we entered my bedroom. My bedroom is quite large with beautiful teak floors somewhat covered by a large Persian carpet bought during my travels. My bed was turned to face a large window with a view of the sea and a few of the islands in the distance. I have a large bathroom that uses brackish water which is generally what I bath in as well as wash dishes, etc. pretty much everything except drinking. It comes from my desalinization plant which has turned out to be a luxury that is worth its weight gold.
I know, I know…I was being followed by an attractive, totally naked, uninhibited woman and now I am talking about interior decorating and desalinization. Important to me, tedious to you.
Lolly took the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head ensuring her breasts rubbed up against my back while she nuzzled and kissed the back of my neck. Next, her hands found the elastic of my shorts and underwear which she swept off me with a great flourish. Once naked she ran her finger between the cheeks of my ass lingering for a moment on my tight hole causing an involuntary shiver. She pushed me back onto the bed pulling close to me her nakedness and warmth combined to make me pull her closer. She did feel wonderful and it had been a while since I had last been with a woman.
Rolling her on her back I leaned over her our lips lightly nipped each other as my hand found her breasts caressing her pebbled nipples, then a soft pinch of each one. She groaned softly saying,
“Suck them, darling, nurse me, suckle them. You can’t imagine how that makes me feel.”
Before moving down to her breasts I kissed her deeply tasting the tang of another woman’s pussy. I lingered enjoying both the taste and the thought of how it got there. As I sucked, nibbled, bit her nipples the taste of another woman—or women—was there mixed with the scent of the expensive French perfume she favored.
Her hands found the top of my head and pushed down firmly as her knees bent upwards. Moving down to the hairy perimeter of her drenched cunt I rolled my face in the wet tangle of her pubic hair until my tongue glanced against the pearl-like clit prompting a deep, resonant moan as her thighs tightened against the sides of my head. Her pussy was a cavern of wetness running down into the crack of her ass.
My fingers moved into her pussy first one, then two, then three curling to massage her G-spot. Her hips bucked with a vigor fueled by arousal. I moved my thumb to her pucker which by now was thoroughly lubricated with juice flowing from her pussy. Pressing lightly on her wrinkled hole my thumb slowly moved into her, a bit at a time giving her a moment after each move to accommodate the intrusion. My fingers ratcheted in and out of her pussy while my thumb probed deep into her dark hole. Out of nowhere she howled, as only she could, her body wildly twisting as her pussy flowed with her orgasms which violently shook her body. It was like attempting to hold on to a tornado.
After a time, who could tell how long, Lolly collapsed on the bed repeating, “Fuck, fuck, fuckidy, fuck.”
She was coated in a sheen of sweat which I licked off her stomach and breasts—a salty tang coated my tongue and filled my mouth.
OK did you get your stffies lit up and your plump cracks wet? Come on. I know you need more to cum but I need to catch my literary breath. Who in their right mind ever thought I could go on like this? Probably half of you have dropped out along the sexually barren way to this point.
I have my two fans. Searching the horizon I realize I may have overestimated their dedication. I suppose now with a diminished or diminishing audience I can take a moment to wax philosophical on the writing of erotica. How many ways are there to describe a hard cock, a wet pussy, or a tight asshole? After reading a hundred or so stories I find I spend more time being enlightened by the literary skill than the sexual content albeit I continue to search for new ways to describe the various forms of fucking or being fucked. Ok, ok—back to the story.
The late hour caught up with us as we laid back on the bed, our eyes closed and the next thing I see is the dawn sunrise creeping on the edge of the horizon, a golden globe highlighting in glimmers along the water’s surface. I am an early riser thus I climb out of bed carefully not to wake Lolly. Picking up my nylon shorts I slip them on and head for the kitchen to make coffee. As I enter the kitchen I find that Esmeralda is already up and has made coffee. She is wearing a translucent t-shirt which shows her dark nipples erect and pushing against the tight fabric. Averting my eyes, I reach into the cabinet for a cup and pour some coffee then sit at the kitchen table.
Esmeralda asks if I would like breakfast and I reply that just toast and some fruit will be fine. It was then that I noticed that under the long t-shirt, she only had panties on—nothing else. Most days we don’t see each other until after 9 am or so—fully dressed.
“Do you mind if I join you?” She asks.
“Of course not,” I reply.
“You know I don’t mind if you look at me. When you walked to your bedroom last night I was naked on the bed so there is nothing new to see now for you. We have been together on this island for two years now and I suspect you have noticed a few things during that time. I understand you want to keep things as uncomplicated as you can as I do as well.”.
Somewhat befuddled I just mumble something incoherent. Then..
“I have tried my best to keep our relationship professional while at the same time being social. I do enjoy our dinners and the times we have fished together. You have been the savior of the vegetable garden as well as far too many little things you think I didn’t notice.”
“What do you think of me fucking women in your house—your women?” she replied.
“I would say that it is not something I have thought seriously about, but that is your choice and as long as it does not interfere with our day-to-day lives you are free to do what you wish with whomever.”.
After breakfast we clean up the kitchen together and put on another pot of coffee as the “guests” have started to rustle around preparing to meet the day. Pouring another cup of coffee I move to the veranda to read the morning news on my iPad and check the market.
And so we bid adieu leaving the collection of characters to…I haven’t a clue! I have never written so many words. The tank ran dry as I was writing. There are a thousand tangents to pursue, maybe chapters. I suspect my audience by this time has been so frustrated by the stop-and-go nature of this scribbling that they are saying, “No more, no more, Please no more.!”. Maybe not…maybe so.
