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Author's Note:  This is a work of fiction.  Any
similarity to actual persons, places or events is
purely coincidental.  The activities and situation
described in this story include things which are of an
explicit, sexual nature and may be considered by many
to be immoral and/or illegal.  If such material
offends you or is prohibited in your locality then
please cease reading at once.  

You have been warned.




Island Seduction
Peter Harddick


Chapter 1

"I can't believe we're here!" Jenny exclaimed as our
flight touched down at Cyril King International
Airport on the island of St. Thomas in the U.S. Virgin
Islands.  "This is so exciting!"

I looked out the window at the tiny airport terminal
and wondered if this was really the island paradise
that the travel brochures had promised.  At least this
was far from campus and I wouldn't have to worry about
term papers or my lab work for a whole week.

"Yeah, this is great," I replied unenthusiastically,
"but I think I'll like it better when we get out of
the airport and onto the beach."

"Don't worry, Pete.  Beth told me that the place we're
staying at is right next to a gorgeous beach" Jenny
reassured me.

In truth I was actually pretty excited.  A week ago I
thought I was going to be spending my spring break
sitting in a musty research lab fixing bugs in the
code written by physics grad students who fancied
themselves to be programmers.  Instead, I was just
hours away from a week of pure relaxation under the
warm Caribbean sun.  And to make things even better I
was traveling in the company of a very attractive
young woman.  Yes, this was definitely something to be
excited about.

A week ago my roommate, Derek, had to go home on short
notice to attend a funeral for a relative.  He and his
girlfriend Beth had planned a romantic spring break
holiday in the Virgin Islands and had purchased
nonrefundable tickets.  Rather than let the tickets go
to waste, Derek sold his to me (at a heavy discount,
thank goodness) and Beth gave hers to her friend
Jenny.  So, instead of Beth and Derek tanning on the
beach it was going to be Jenny and me.  The only
problem is that Jenny and I hardly knew each other -
we'd only met once before at one of Derek and Beth's
parties.  She seemed nice and was exceptionally good
looking (petite Asian with black hair and dark brown
eyes - she had moved to the US from Hong Kong to
study) and insisted that she didn't mind sharing a
one-bedroom beach cottage with a guy she barely knew. 
I guess Beth must have told her I was a nice guy.  Or
maybe she thought I was gay.  Either way, I didn't
care - for the first time in years I was really on
vacation! 

The plane taxied to the gate, we got off, collected
our baggage and then went to the Seabourne Aviation
desk to inquire about our flight.  Our cottage was on
the island of Anegada (which is actually in the
British Virgin Islands) and was only reachable by boat
or air charter.  I had expected something small but
was unprepared for the tiny twin-prop airplane that
Jenny and I and two other tourists (Germans, I think)
had to squeeze into along with our pilot, Rick. 

"Don't worry, it's a short trip so by the time you're
ready to barf we'll have reached Anegada!" Rick yelled
to us over the roar or the engines as we taxied for
takeoff.  I looked over at Jenny and tried my best to
smile like this was something I did every day.   She
grinned back at me and asked, "are we having fun yet?"
 She looked a lot more relaxed than I felt.

Soaring over the islands in a light plane turned out
to be a lot more fun than I had expected.  The water
was a tranquil blue and the islands stood out from it
like emeralds.  We were not flying very high and could
clearly make out some of the larger yachts and ferry
boats that were scattered around the islands as well
as a couple of large cruise ships parked in the harbor
at Charlotte Amalie - the largest town on St. Thomas. 
Once we got past the island of Tortola we were over
open sea for about 20 minutes before Anegada came into
sight.  The thought of being in a tiny plane out over
open water made me a little nervous but that feeling
quickly dissipated as we approached our destination.

Anegada is a relatively flat island but what it lacks
in topography it more than makes up for in serene,
undisturbed beauty.  On all sides I could see
fantastic white sand beaches and the interior was
dominated by a beautiful blue lagoon surrounded by
large tropical forests.  By the time we landed at the
tiny airport near the center of the island my
nervousness had been completely replaced by awe at the
beauty of this place.

"Hey, wake up Pete!" Jenny yelled over the engines.  I
had been mesmerized by the island as we flew in and
hadn't even noticed that the plane had stopped (but
the engine was still running) and the pilot was
motioning for us to grab our bags and get out.

"I need to get back to St. Thomas before sunset, kids,
so please just get out here," Rick ordered "and my
partner Sheldon will meet you in a minute.  Enjoy
you're stay on Anegada!" 

We followed Rick's instructions and got off the plane,
carried our bags to a small building next to the dirt
runway and watched Rick turn the plane around and take
off the way we had come.  

"Zo, where do you zuppose zat Sheldon fellow iz at?"
one of the two Germans asked after we had waited for
about 5 minutes.  I was about to tell him that I
didn't know when a jeep pulled up next to us.

"Hi folks!  I'm Sheldon Glasgow, I assume you are
Helmut, Katherine, Jennifer and Peter?"

"Ja, I am Helmut and zis is my vife, Katherine."
Helmut replied.

"And we're Jenny and Peter," Jenny added.

"Ah, a pair of newlyweds, I presume?" Sheldon asked
Jenny slyly.

"No, just friends!" Jenny corrected, laughing.

"Well, we'll see about that," Sheldon replied, winking
at me.

Jenny just laughed and I must have looked a little
nervous when Sheldon winked at me.  I didn't have much
time to think about it because Sheldon picked up our
bags, heaved them into the back of the Jeep and told
us to climb in.  "There isn't much room so I'm afraid
you'll have to squeeze," Sheldon told us.  Helmut
climbed into the passenger side leaving me to squeeze
into the back with Katherine and Jenny.  Jenny and I
were so close together that she was practically
sitting on my lap and every bump in the unpaved road
caused her hips to rub against mine.  Despite the
strong wind blowing through the open-topped vehicle I
became aware of Jenny's perfume and found it to my
liking.  The wind also repeated blew her hair into my
face which I liked less but considering how long it
had been since I'd had a chance to sit this close to a
pretty girl I didn't mind much.

After about 15 minutes of bouncing and bumping we
arrived at the Anegada Beach Cottages.  Jenny and I
were in cottage #7 which was a simple one-story
wood-frame building with decorative wooden shutters. 
Inside was an open air living room with a nice view of
the beach.  A medium sized bedroom with a single
queen-sized bed and an attached bathroom with shower
was on one side of the living room.  On the other 
side was a small enclosed kitchen with sink, stove and
refrigerator.  A small footpath led from the cluster
of cottages down to the beach.  Behind the cottages
was the dirt road that led back towards the small town
of Settlement and the airport in one direction and the
western end of the island in the other.  

"That beach has been calling me from the minute we
flew over it.  I'm not going to wait a minute longer!"
Jenny exclaimed as she threw her bag on the bed,
opened it, pulled out a swimsuit and ran into the
bathroom.  A moment later she emerged dressed in a
very tight light-green bikini.  The top was simply a
pair of small triangles of fabric which barely covered
her nipples (but produced two very visible bumps)
connected by strings that tied in back.  I had never
noticed before but Jenny was pretty well endowed for
an Asian woman.  She was probably a C cup but on her
small body it made her look like a D.  Her legs
weren't bad either and the thong bottom really showed
off the smoothness of her skin.

I must have been staring because Jenny gave me a funny
look and said, "well, don't just stand there, Pete,
get changed!"  I blushed a little, muttered something
about how her swimsuit looked nice and opened my bag. 
I pulled out my conservative navy blue swimming trunks
and headed for the bathroom to change.  Once I got
undressed I realized I had a problem.  My penis had
become quite hard from seeing Jenny in her bikini and
it refused to soften.  I pulled my trunks on with some
difficulty and tried to force my penis down.  That
didn't work so I tried to hold my towel in front of me
casually so that Jenny wouldn't notice the bulge.  She
glanced at me as I came out from the bathroom and I
think I caught a glimpse of a smile but she turned
around quickly and walked out the door.  "Come on,
let's go," she said as she left.

I followed Jenny down the path to the beach and
enjoyed the bright sun on my face, the warm wind from
the sea and the view of Jenny's shapely ass and it
shifted from side to side as she walked.  Once we
reached the beach we found several lounge chairs under
a large sun umbrella, left our towels there and ran
out into the water. 



Chapter 2

I was so envious of my friend Beth.  She and Derek
were going away for Spring Break to a romantic island
in the Caribbean and I was staying on campus with
nothing to do and nobody to do it with.  I'd been in
the US now for several years (I'm originally from Hong
Kong) studying biology and law (don't ask) and hadn't
had time to go on vacation anywhere yet.  My busy
schedule had also kept me out of the social scene so
despite being fairly attractive (if I do say so
myself) I was perpetually single.  On Friday nights
while half of the campus was shacked up having wild
sex with the other half (including Beth and Derek who
went at it like rabbits) I was sitting at home reading
novels and getting off with a vibrator.  

So anyway, Beth and Derek had planned out this
wonderfully romantic getaway and then Derek's great
uncle Herbert died and they had to cancel.  Beth,
being the wonderful friend that she is offered the
tickets to me on the condition that I could find a
second person to go with me.  I tried my colleagues in
my department and a few friends I'd made in class but
this close to Spring Break everyone had already made
plans.  I told Beth that I couldn't find anyone and
she asked me if it would be ok if Derek asked his
roommate Pete if he wanted to go with me.  I was a
little nervous about going away on vacation with some
guy I didn't know but Beth assured me he was a nice,
sweet guy.  A little shy, but totally safe.  I
figured, what the heck?  It might be a little bit like
going on a week-long blind date but hey, it's away
from campus and I can get a tan.  And if this guy
turns out to be nice, then things could really get
interesting...

Of course I needed a swimsuit and Beth was happy to
help me shop for one.  I was trying on a green bikini
that was actually a little too small for me when Beth
exclaimed, "oh my god, Jenny - if you wear that he'll
wet his pants for sure!"  Well, that sounded like a
good endorsement so I bought it.  Beth just gave me a
sly look and told me to be sure to pack some condoms.

The flight over wasn't bad.  Pete turned out to be a
nice guy, just as Beth had promised, and actually
wasn't too much of a nerd.  He was quiet most of the
time but when he talked he was entertaining and he
actually seemed interested in what I was saying. 
Somewhere between our stopover in San Juan and our
arrival at St. Thomas I decided to try to seduce him. 
I wasn't planning to go all out, but I felt like a
fling and wanted to make sure that he would make the
move if he was interested.

When we got to our cottage I immediately changed into
my bikini and stepped out of the bathroom to see his
reaction.  Just as I had hoped his jaw nearly hit the
floor as stared at my chest.  I know I have a nice
pair of breasts but I've never had a chance to really
show them off like this before.  Before he could start
drooling I told him to get changed.  When he came out
of the bathroom I'm pretty sure I caught a glimpse of
a large bump in his swimming trunks which he was
trying to hide with a towel.  I didn't want him to
feel self conscious so I  turned around and headed out
to the beach path, making sure to put a little extra
swing in my step so that he would be sure to notice my
ass.

Once we got to the beach we both went straight for the
water.  It was warm and clear blue and felt so
incredibly good after a day of traveling.  Our
school's Spring Break is a little bit later in the
year than most so we had missed a lot of the crowded
tourist season.  Anegada is one of the less developed
of the Virgin Islands so we had the entire beach to
ourselves that afternoon.  I knew that the two Germans
(Katherine and Helmut) were staying in one of the
beach cottages near us but as far as I could tell the
rest of the place was pretty much empty.  The solitude
and natural beauty of the place really put me in a
romantic mood and I began to plan my seduction in more
detail. 



Chapter 3

The water was warm and I enjoyed swimming but I also
knew that if I didn't put on some sunscreen right away
I would turn into a giant burnt lobster.  Reluctantly
I waded back up onto the beach and pulled my bottle of
sunscreen from under my blanket.  After applying a
liberal amount to my entire body I took a long look
around.  The beach we were on was close to the western
tip of Anegada and was about 1/4 mile from the beach
cottages.  From the map that I had looked at before
the trip I knew that further west were more secluded
beaches as well as some forested areas and a lagoon. 
That seemed like a good place to explore but the sun
was getting low on the horizon (it had been a long day
of travel) and I knew there would be time tomorrow. 
The other reason is because I didn't want to leave
Jenny alone.  Of course I was a little concerned for
her safety but it was also fun to just watch her
floating on her back in the water.  She really did
have an amazing set of breasts and her bikini showed
them off nicely.  

"Hey, what's wrong, don't like the water?" Jenny
called to me.

"No, just putting on some sunscreen.  I'm coming back
now."  I replied.

I swam back out to where Jenny was floating and the
two of us just bobbed together for a few moments in
silence.

"This place is so incredible.  I can't believe Beth
and Derek had to give this up." Jenny sighed.

"Yeah, they sure would have enjoyed this.  Derek was
talking about this all the time." I replied.

"Actually, I doubt that Derek and Beth would have
spent much time in the water.  I imagine they'd have
spent most of their vacation in the bedroom, knowing
how those two animals are," Jenny said, laughing.

"Yeah, that's probably true." I agreed.  A few more
moments of awkward silence followed.  The thought of
Beth and Derek having sex in the beach cottage of
course led me to think about Jenny and I and what we
might do which then led to a rise in my trunks.  I
switched from doing a back float to treading water and
tried not to think about sex.

"So, what should we do?" Jenny asked.  I was a little
surprised that she would be so forward and for a
moment I was speechless.

"I mean, should we spend the afternoon swimming or do
you want to explore around the island a little?" Jenny
clarified.

Ah, so she wasn't asking about sex.  I really needed
to get my mind out of the gutter here!

"Well, um, I don't mind swimming more but I am kind of
hungry and I wouldn't mind seeing some more of the
place before it gets dark." I said.

"Actually, now that you mention it I'm starving," said
Jenny, "and I'm sure we'll have lots of time to swim
this week.  Let's go look for some food, ok?"

"Ok" I agreed and we both swam to shore, dried off and
walked back up the path to our cottage.

"I need a shower before we eat, ok?" Jenny asked.

"No problem," I replied, "so do I.  Why don't you go
first."

Jenny dug through her bag, pulled out some clothing
and went into the bathroom.  While she showered I
unpacked my clothing into one of the two little wooden
dressers that were next to the bed and then walked
around the cottage.  I noticed that I could hear Jenny
humming to herself while she showered because the
bathroom wall did not connect to the ceiling. 
Instead, it stopped just a few inches short,
presumably to let the steam out.  

I walked out to the living room and into the kitchen. 
I was looking through the cabinets to see what sort of
provisions the cottage was stocked with (not much
other than some cooking oil) when I made a discovery. 
On one end of the kitchen was a small utility closet
which contained a mop, a bucket and the hot water
heater for the cottage.  On the other side of the wall
was the bathroom.  I could hear Jenny's humming so out
of curiosity I stepped into the closet to see where
the pipes went and I discovered that the pipe which
fed the shower passed through a rough cut hole in the
wall that was about 2 inches wider than it needed to
be - meaning that I could see straight through to the
shower!  

The hole was about 6 feet off the ground and unless
someone was fairly tall like me it would go unnoticed.
 When I stood on my tip toes (I'm about 6'3") I could
clearly see through the hole and look down into the
shower from just above the shower head.  And there was
Jenny in all her naked glory - she was still humming
and was washing her breasts vigorously with a bar of
soap.  She seemed to be enjoying herself and was
turning around slowly letting the hot water massage
her body.  I was worried that she might have heard me
open the closet door but she didn't seem to have
noticed so I continue to drink in the sight of her
sexy body on display.  

Seeing Jenny like this made me feel a little guilty
but it also made me incredibly hard and I just had to
start rubbing my penis.  After just a few seconds I
was already feeling close to exploding when Jenny
abruptly turned off the water, grabbed her towel and
stepped out of the shower.  I instantly shoved my
throbbing penis back into my trunks and stepped out of
the utility closet.

"Hey, Pete - I'm done.  The shower's yours!" Jenny
called from the bedroom.

"Ok!" I replied as I walked over to the bedroom.  I
knocked once on the door, heard Jenny yell, "come in"
and stepped in.  

There was Jenny, standing next to the bed digging
through her bag wearing only a towel.  My penis was
still so hard that I had to pause for a second to
regain my composure lest I gasp in open desire.

"Don't mind me - I'm going to get dressed out here
while you're in the shower so just yell before you
come out, ok?" Jenny asked without turning around.

"No problem." I managed to say as I grabbed my towel
and a change of clothing from my dresser and stepped
into the bathroom.  

The moment I got out of my swimming trunks my penis
sprang out like a spring and I was desperate to
relieve the pressure in my balls.  I turned on the
shower to provide some background noise and as quietly
as possible I stroked myself to climax there in the
shower.   As soon as I had come I rinsed myself off,
got out of the shower, got dressed and then asked
Jenny if it was safe to come out.

"Yeah, I'm ready.  What took you so long?" she asked
smiling.

I didn't think she could have heard me masturbating so
I just answered, "I just needed a nice shower - it's
been a long trip.  Sorry to keep you waiting."

"No problem," She replied, "but it's going to be dark
in a couple hours so let's get going."

"Ok." I said and off we went.



Chapter 4

After we got back from the beach I took the first
shower while Pete checked out the cottage.  I was just
relaxing under the hot water, washing off the sea salt
when I heard a bump behind me.  I looked up and
realized that there was a fairly large hole cut out
around the shower head to allow the water pipe to
enter - a hole large enough for someone to see
through.  I thought I caught a glimpse of movement in
the darkness behind the hole so I quickly looked away
and started vigorously washing myself.  At first I was
a little shocked - would a nice guy like Pete really
be trying to steal a look at me in the shower?  If he
was, then perhaps my seduction was working better than
I thought - an idea which I liked.  I quickly decided
that if it was him watching then I would give him a
good show.  So, being extra careful not to look up at
the hole in the wall I continued to hum and slowly
turned around several times as if I were letting the
water massage me.  In truth the opposite was true - I
was getting really turned on at the thought of someone
watching me shower.  I was debating whether I should
just start fingering myself right there when my
stomach growled and I realized how hungry I was and I
decided to get out.

I yelled to Pete that the shower was free and waited
in the bedroom, wearing only a small towel which
barely managed to cover my breasts without exposing my
ass.  I heard him come in but decided not to turn
around lest my towel fall off.  While he showered I
stood next to the bathroom door and listed - I was
almost certain I could hear the faint sound of a man
pounding his penis and then gasping as he climaxed. 

I smiled to myself and though, "Jenny, you're such a
wicked temptress.  Before tomorrow night you'll have
that guy inside you!"  I got dressed (a plain white
T-shirt with no bra and tight denim shorts - an outfit
that I know turns men on) and waited for Pete to
finish.  When he did I could see that his face still
had the distinctive red flush that comes after sex and
I just smiled...



Chapter 5

That evening Jenny and I walked about a mile to the
Anegada Reef Hotel where we had a wonderful dinner of
shellfish and locally grown vegetables in the
restaurant.  She looked amazing in her simple T-shirt
and shorts and we enjoyed a long dinner talking and
laughing.  I was impressed by how much she knew about
the biology of the area - I knew she was a bio major
but I didn't know that tropical birds were her
favorite hobby and she could describe each species in
detail.  I also found out that she was doing a double
major in pre-law and was hoping to study environmental
regulation in grad school.

I on the other hand tried my best not to bore her with
the details of computers and networks but she did seem
interested in some of the research that I was doing. 
I'd only been in grad school for a year but I'd
already gotten myself involved in a project to connect
together hundreds of cheap PC's into a single
low-budget supercomputer.  I couldn't tell if she was
genuinely interested in the research but she did seem
to enjoy my company which was a nice surprise.  I
wasn't usually very good at keeping women's attention.
 She, on the other hand, although single, had knockout
good looks and just being able to gaze upon her made
the evening magical for me.

After dinner we sat in the hotel bar for an hour
sipping drinks and talking with each other more.  The
German couple, Helmut and Katherine, ran into us there
and the four of us talked for some time.  It turns out
that Helmut and Katherine are also college students
although several years older than Jenny and I.  They'd
been dating steadily for several years and had
recently rented an apartment together in Hamburg. 
This was their first vacation outside of Europe and
they were both having a really good time.  They told
us they were going snorkeling the next day and invited
us to come along.  Jenny and I accepted and agreed to
meet at the hotel the following morning.  A
techno/dance song came up Helmut and Katherine got up
to dance.  Jenny and I were both getting sleepy so we
said goodnight to our new friends and left.

On the walk back to the cottage from the hotel
restaurant it started to drizzle lightly.  After an
entire day of hot humid air the light, cool drizzle
felt wonderful on our faces and we both turned our
faces skyward to feel the refreshment.  After a second
Jenny laughed and started dancing around like a
schoolgirl.

"Come on!  Isn't this fun?  Singing in the rain!" she
sung at the top of her lungs.

I couldn't help but laugh and ran along with her.  As
the drizzle turned into real rain we stopped running
playfully and started running for real.  By the time
we made it back to our cottage the rain was slowing
down but we were both soaked.  We reached the front
porch which was sheltered and connected to the open
living room and just stood there, bent over, trying to
catch our breath and stop laughing.

Finally Jenny stood up and exclaimed, "Oh my!  I'm
really soaked!"

I stood also and looked at her.  Her T-shirt had
turned from light and fluffy to sopping wet - and
completely transparent.  I could clearly make out her
dark nipples standing out from her round breasts.  I
looked away somewhat embarrassed.

"I should really get changed into something less
revealing!" Jenny said, still laughing.  "Sorry, Pete,
I didn't mean to embarrass you!"

"No problem," I replied, "I hope you're not going to
catch cold."  I knew it was a lame response but it
sounded better than "No problem, I really enjoyed
seeing your tits."

"Nah, that was fun.  I haven't run like that in
years!" Jenny laughed again as she disappeared into
the bedroom leaving me alone in the living room.  A
moment later she came out again having changed into a
dry T-shirt.

"I'm decent again, so you can get changed if you need
to."

I followed her into the bedroom and stripped off my
soaked shirt and started digging through my drawers
looking for a dry shirt.  I found one, slipped it on
and turned around.  Jenny was looking at me.

"So, what's the sleeping arrangement going to be
tonight?" she asked.

"Well, if you'd like I can sleep out on the couch
while you sleep in here." I suggested.

"Don't be silly," Jenny replied matter-of-factly, "out
there the mosquitoes will eat you alive."  "I don't
mind sharing the bed with you if you promise not to
kick me or snore too loudly," she stated with a smile,
"so which side do you want - left or right."

"I don't really mind either way," I said, "why don't
you pick."

"Ok, I get left and you get right," Jenny replied.

"Sounds good to me," I said.  "I think I'm going to
read for a while before I go to sleep.  I'll try not
to wake you when I come in."

"Ok, good night," Jenny replied and went to the
bathroom to brush her teeth.  I picked up the book
that I'd brought and went out to the porch to sit on
the hammock and read by the porch light.  The
mosquitoes really weren't bad at all but the light
rain made a soothing background noise that was making
me sleepy.  I read for only 15 or 20 minutes and then
decided to come in to bed.  I turned off the porch
light and quietly opened the bedroom door.  I thought
I heard a noise from Jenny (a moan?) but when I
stopped to listen more clearly all I could hear was
her breathing evenly and the light rain outside.  I
brushed my teeth, slipped off my shorts, put on some
boxers and crept into my side of the bed as quietly as
I could.  The combination of a long day of travel and
the soft sound of the rain quickly put me to sleep. 
My last though before I drifted off was of Jenny and
how much I was enjoying her company.



Chapter 6

It was at dinner with Pete that I really began to fall
in love with him.  I don't think it was anything in
particular but I could definitely sense a new feeling
which went beyond casual interest or physical desire. 
Maybe it was just the setting - I mean what could be
more romantic than eating a delicious dinner in a
restaurant that has a view of the setting sun over the
clear waters of the Caribbean?  I enjoyed meeting
Helmut and Katherine and was looking forward to
snorkeling with them but it was really Pete's presence
that made the evening magical. 

On the way home it started to rain and I felt a
child-like joy within me.  The feeling of the cool
rain and the carefree feeling of running and laughing
made me relax and let go of my cares in a way I hadn't
done in years.  I didn't even think about what the
rain would do to my T-shirt until we got back to the
cottage.  By then it was too late - I was as good as
topless in front of Pete and I think he was
embarrassed, but I didn't mind.  I felt comfortable
around him and compared to what I think he saw in the
shower earlier in the day this was nothing.  The sight
of him staring (just for a second) at my breasts
through the wet fabric gave me a rush and the feeling
of my nipples rubbing against the fabric when I was
running had really turned me on.  

I went into the bedroom, dried off and changed into my
sleepwear (another T-shirt and silk boxers).  I wanted
to spend more time talking with Pete but my clitoris
was begging me for attention and besides, Pete said
that he wanted to read a while and probably didn't
want to be disturbed.  So, after saying good night to
Pete and crawling into bed I licked my right index
finger and frantically rubbed myself to climax.  I had
to hold the pillow against my mouth to keep from
screaming when I came the feeling was so intense. 
After I'd caught my breath I began to gently massage
my breasts until the urge returned and again I
fingered myself to climax.  Just after my second
climax I heard the door open and saw Pete's silhouette
enter the room.  I pretended to be asleep and waited
for him to get into bed.  Once he was in bed he
quickly fell asleep while I lay awake for some time
wondering whether it was possible for me to fall in
love so quickly.



Chapter 7

I woke to the sound of a bird calling, opened my eyes
and panicked!  I usually wake up when my alarm clock
goes off right before my first class (circuit design)
and if I wake without an alarm it usually means I've
overslept.  I sat up to see what time it was and I saw
Jenny's face, inches from mine.  She was looking at me
sweetly.

"Good morning, sleepy head," Jenny purred, smiling.

"Um, good morning," I replied.  I was still pretty
disoriented but it was coming back to me.  "I just had
the horrible feeling that I had overslept my first
class.  Thank god I'm on vacation!"

"Thank god, indeed!" Jenny agreed.

"So, shall we get up and get some breakfast?" I asked.

"Absolutely.  I'm starving and I'm also looking
forward to snorkeling with Helmut and Katherine,"
Jenny replied.  "I still haven't really unpacked yet
so why don't you take the first shower, ok?"

"Sure." I said.  I rolled out of bed and stood up.  I
immediately discovered that I had a problem.  My penis
had woken up before me and was stiff as a rod.  Lots
of guys have erections when they wake up in the
morning but I seem to get them pretty severely.  This
would normally not be a big deal except that I was
wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and my penis was
making an enormous tent in them.  I turned away from
the bed hoping Jenny wouldn't notice and went to the
dresser to get my towel.  I glanced over at Jenny and
saw her doing stretches in bed.  She was seated facing
me, legs spread wide apart and was bending over and
reaching for her feet alternating between the left and
right.

She noticed me looking at her and said, "I always
stretch in the morning - it really relieves a lot of
tension in my joints."

It was having the opposite effect on me - watching her
stretch was increasing the tension in my shorts
dramatically.  I decided I needed to get into the
bathroom before I burst!

Once in the shower I again had the overwhelming urge
to masturbate.  I put some lotion onto my hand and
began giving my penis long slow strokes up and down
its entire length.  I had just woken up so it was
taking some time to get the juices flowing, so to
speak, and I gently stroked myself for at least 5
minutes before I started to feel the urge building
within my balls and increased the speed of my strokes.
 

I was just short of climax when I heard a noise - it
was the sound of a door opening.  I recognized it as
the sound of the utility closet I had discovered the
day before.  I glanced up and remembered the hole in
the wall around the shower head and wondered if Jenny
had made the same discovery that I had the day before.
 The thought of her watching me masturbating in the
shower really turned me on and I stroked faster.  I
heard another faint noise from behind the wall and I
knew that she was probably watching.  I didn't dare
look up at the hole in the wall so instead I just
closed my eyes and pounded my flesh.

Seconds later I came with a loud gasp, sprayed my
semen onto the shower wall and continued to gently
stroke my softening penis while I regained my
composure.  I finished my shower, dried off and
dressed.  When I stepped out of the bathroom and into
the bedroom it was empty.  I walked out into the
living room and saw Jenny sitting on a chair looking
out over the ocean.

"Nice view, isn't it," she asked.  She turned and
looked at me, smiling.  

I decided to pretend to be innocent and answered,
"yes, the ocean sure is pretty in the morning."

She grinned at me and said, "ok, I need to take a
shower.  I'm starving!"  

With that she hopped up from the chair and went into
the bathroom.  A moment later I heard the shower start
and debated taking my turn at the peephole.  I walked
into the kitchen and opened the utility closet door. 
Inside I could see that the bucket had been turned
upside down - making an effective step stool.  Any
doubts I had that Jenny had been spying on me in the
shower disappeared.  Not that I minded - it was
flattering to know that a pretty girl was turned on by
watching me.  On top of that I was genuinely attracted
to her.  I don't think I was falling in love but I was
certainly infatuated and the thought that the feeling
might be mutual (at least on the physical level) was a
definite plus.

I was about to move the bucket aside to have a look at
Jenny when the shower stopped and I quietly closed the
closet door.  Jenny must have been serious about being
hungry!

A few moments later Jenny emerged from the bedroom
wearing a light lacy off the shoulder cotton top with
the same denim cutoff shorts from the night before
(now thoroughly dried out).  I could tell by the green
shoulder straps that she was wearing her green bikini
underneath.  She looked sexy and sweet and once again
I found myself staring a little too long.

"Come on, Pete, wake up!  It's time to get some
breakfast!" Jenny laughed as she walked past me and
out onto the porch.  I smelled her perfume again and
drawn like an iron filing to a magnet I turned to
follow.

We walked up the trail to the hotel (which aside from
the simple beach cottages was the only significant
structure on this end of the island) and talked along
the way.  The sun had been up for several hours but it
was not yet hot and the breeze from the sea was gentle
and fresh.  Walking next to Jenny I felt totally
relaxed yet strangely invigorated.  The surrounding
trees, birds, flowers, ocean and sky were just the
background of an exquisite impressionist painting
while Jenny was the centerpiece.   

The last few years of college had been interesting and
I had had my fair share of flings and flirtations but
I couldn't say I'd ever been in love.  I wasn't even
sure I would know what love felt like when and if it
happened.  But at that moment, walking in the morning
sun of Anegada with Jenny I really began to wonder if
I was falling in love.  I decided not to worry too
much about it and just let things happen.






Chapter 8


I stayed up late that night unable to sleep.  Could I
be falling in love?  Not counting a brief introduction
at a party several months previously I'd only known
Pete for about 24 hours.  Maybe the fact that we were
spending a week together in paradise was influencing
my feelings?  I didn't really know but I knew that at
that moment all I wanted to do was to crawl over to
his side of the bed, wrap my arms around him and ask
him to make love to me.  Maybe I was just horny. 
After a few frustrating hours I fell asleep.

When I awoke Pete's sleeping face was the first thing
I saw.  He looked so innocent and peaceful sleeping on
his side with his mouth half open and his eyes
occasionally twitching.  I lay still in bed for quite
a while just watching him.  I was getting hungry and
was about to wake him up when he twitched, muttered
something like "oh shit" and sat up in bed.  I guess
he thought he was still back on campus and late for
class.

I nearly gasped when Pete got out of bed - he had the
most enormous erection I'd ever seen.  He tried to
hide it but I could tell his penis must have been
really hard.  I wondered if it had anything to do with
me.  I started to do my usual morning stretches and
caught him looking at me.  I hadn't thought about
stretches looking sexy but the way he was staring let
me know that he certainly thought so.  

I continued until he got into the shower and then I
quickly crept out of the bedroom, across the living
room and into the kitchen.  I found the utility closet
that Pete had used to spy on me and quickly saw the
hole where the pipe went through the wall.  The hole
was too high for me to look out of but there was a
sturdy 5 gallon pail in the closet which I turned over
to make a stool.  I carefully stood up on the stool
and was just barely able to get my head up high enough
to look out the hole.  When I did, however, it was
worth it!  I could clearly see Pete stroking his huge,
rock-hard penis.  It looked like it was at least 7 or
8 inches long and really thick.  My thighs started to
feel warm as I watched him gently caress it and then
gradually stroke it faster and faster.  I was getting
turned on by seeing him masturbate but I was also
getting a thrill out of knowing that he had been
watching me from exactly the same angle just the day
before.  

I had to bite my lip to keep from yelling when he
finally exploded and sprayed a fountain of semen out
onto the shower wall.  It wasn't the first time I had
seen a man ejaculate (I'd watched more than a few
porno movies over at my friend Anne's house) but this
was the first time I'd seen it up close like this. 
Knowing that I was secretly observing this private
performance made it even more erotic - I almost came
just standing there.

Shortly after releasing his load Pete was quickly
washing himself so I climbed back down from my perch
and out of the closet.  I went out onto the porch to
watch the ocean (a sight I never tire of) and let my
body cool off.  A few minutes later I took my shower
(quickly because I was ravenously hungry) and then we
walked to the hotel.

The Anegada Reef Hotel is kind of old and certainly
isn't like the 4-star resorts that I always saw in the
commercials on TV but it had a certain charm to it and
was the social center of the small island.  There were
a number of other tourists here - a few staying at the
hotel itself and a few others who were camping further
out in the wilderness.  I looked around, found our
friends Helmut and Katherine already seated at a table
and joined them for breakfast.

After breakfast we rented snorkeling gear and a small
motorboat and headed out to a nearby reef.  Once we
cleared the dock Katherine took off her shirt and
started to remove her bikini top.  I raised my
eyebrows and little and I noticed that Pete shyly
looked away.

"Ach, sorry - you don't mind if I take off my top, do
you?  I really hate zees tan lines, Ja?" Katherine
asked us in heavily accented English.

"Ja, it's a pretty normal ting to do vere ve come from
but maybe you're a little uncomfortable?" Helmut
added.

"No, no problem," I said and Pete nodded his head in
agreement.

"Ah, zat's gut," said Katherine as she finished taking
off her top, exposing a pair of modest sized pale
breasts with reddish nipples that looked like little
pencil erasers.  "I feel much besser now!"

I noted that Pete glanced at Katherine's chest a few
times during out boat trip but he didn't seem too
uncomfortable with it.  I debated taking my top off,
too but decided it might make Pete feel very awkward. 

We spent the next two hours swimming among the fishes
and marveling at the intense colors of the coral.  I
would have liked to have stayed out longer but we had
only rented the gear for two hours and our time was
nearly up.  We all climbed back into the boat and
motored back to the dock.  

Once we returned we ate a small lunch then said
goodbye to our friends and promised to meet them for
dinner.  In the mean time we both wanted to do some
swimming and sun tanning so we walked back to our
cottage and then further on down the beach towards the
west end of the island.  After walking for about 30
minutes we found a wonderfully pure white sand beach
with several large coconut trees providing shade.  

"This looks like a nice place, don't you think?" I
asked Pete.

"Yeah, actually this whole end of the island seems so
natural and undisturbed.  I wonder if any tourists
ever come out this far?" Pete responded.

"Well, I'm sure that during the busy winter season
it's pretty packed but right now I think we've got the
place to ourselves." I replied.  "Isn't that cool,
having our own private piece of paradise?"

"Yes, it sure is." Pete agreed and smiled.

I decided that I wanted to get a really good tan on my
back so I found a smooth patch of sand, spread out my
towel, took off my shoes, shirt and shorts (leaving
just my bikini) and started rubbing suntan lotion onto
my legs and arms.  Pete watched me, then set his towel
down next to mine, took off his shirt and shoes and
lay down next to me.

"Can you help me put some suntan lotion on my back,
please?" I asked Pete as I lay down on my stomach on
my towel.

"No problem," Pete replied and started spreading the
cool liquid on my shoulders.  He gave me a gentle
shoulder massage as he worked the oil into my skin and
even rubbed it into my neck while I held up my hair -
something which I really enjoy.  He started working
down my back but skipped over my bikini top string.

"Can you untie me, please?  I don't want to have a tan
line from the string." I said, feeling a little
nervous.  I hoped I wasn't pushing things too quickly.

"No problem." Pete replied nonchalantly.  He untied my
top and then continued to apply the lotion to the rest
of my back.  I was kind of hoping he would continue
down across my ass but he stopped at my thong.

"Thanks, Pete.  That was great.  What about you, do
you need any lotion?" I asked.

"Not right now - I'm going to swim for a few minutes
to cool down but when I come back I could use your
help in getting my back covered."  Pete replied.

"Ok, see you later then." I said as Pete got up to
swim.  I watched him for a few minutes swimming out in
the surf and playing in the waves then closed my eyes
and relaxed.  

After only about 15 minutes I felt my back getting
intensely hot and dry so I sat up, rubbed some lotion
onto my chest and stomach and lay down on my back. 
The warm Caribbean sun on my breasts felt really good
and I started to feel sleepy.  I was wearing a pair of
very dark sunglasses so the glare of the hot sun
didn't make it too hard for me to doze off.  

I wasn't sure how long I'd been napping - probably not
too long since my stomach didn't feel too badly baked
yet - and I was wondering when Pete was going to come
back from swimming.  More importantly, I was wondering
what he would think of me sunning topless on the beach
when he returned.  I sat up to see if I could see him
and I startled when I realized he was sitting right
next to me, quietly reading the book he had brought.

"Ah, you're awake." Pete observed.  "I hope I didn't
disturb you," he added, glancing at my chest.

"No, I just dozed off for a few minutes.  The warm sun
is just so relaxing.  Hey, do you still need sunscreen
put on you?" I asked.

"Thanks, actually I do - I'm going to get cooked if I
don't put some on soon and I can't reach my back very
well."  Pete replied.

"No problem, come sit down in front of me," I said,
motioning to a spot on my towel between by
outstretched legs.  Pete obediently sat down in front
of me with his back to me and bent forward so that I
could rub the lotion onto his back.  Just as he had
done with me I started with the shoulders and slowly
worked my way down his back.  A few times I
"accidentally" let my bare breasts brush against his
back.  I'm not sure if he felt it but it sure send a
tingle through my body.

"So, how was the swim?  Did you see anything
interesting?" I asked as I continued to massage his
back.

"Well, I saw a few fish and I found a place where the
waves are a little bit larger - almost large enough to
bodysurf," Pete answered.  "I had some fun with that
but after this morning's snorkeling I was just too
tired to swim much so I came back to tan."

"Yeah, today's a good day to just relax," I said and
went back to massaging Pete's shoulders.

"Hey, you're a really good masseuse, Jenny.  This
feels wonderful!" Pete enthused.

"No problem.  I like giving massages almost as much as
I like receiving them," I replied, laughing.  I kept
kneading his shoulders while he sighed contentedly.  I
leaned in closer to really get a good grip on the
fronts of his shoulders and pressed my breasts against
his back quite firmly.

"Mmmm, that feels so good, Jenny.  Don't stop!" Pete
insisted.

"Ok, but it looks like your front needs some
attention, too.  You're getting red already," I
pointed out, looking over Pete's shoulder.  His
stomach was, indeed, already lightly burned and hadn't
yet received any lotion.  "Just lie back and I'll take
care of it for you," I said as innocently as possible.

"You're right, it's already getting kind of painful,"
Pete agreed as he lay down on his back on my towel
while I shifted off to one side.  He was still wearing
his sunglasses but I was sure he was staring at my
breasts as they hung directly in his view.  I glanced
down at his shorts and was pleased to see a fairly
large lump forming in his crotch and moving upwards
slowly.

I poured a large amount of lotion out onto Pete's
chest and began to gently massage it into his skin
using wide circular strokes of my fingertips.  I
started from his neck and worked down across his chest
(being sure to rub my fingers directly across his
nipples several times) and then further down across
his stomach.  I didn't rub his stomach as much since
he was ticklish there but I kept moving further down
his abdomen until I was running my fingers along the
waistband of his swimsuit.  His erection was now very
obvious and Pete was breathing quite heavily.

I took one last moment to think about what I was doing
- I was alone with Pete on a pristine natural beach, I
was topless and massaging suntan lotion onto the lower
abdomen of a man to whom I found myself very attracted
(and who seemed attracted to me).  What more did I
need to think about?

Pete was sucking in his stomach in anticipation of
what I was about to do, so it was actually quite easy
for me to reach my hand under his waistband and grasp
his hard penis.  Immediately Pete's back arched a
little and he let out a loud gasp.  

"Do you like this?" I asked, breathlessly.

"Oh, yes!  Oh, Jenny, that feels so good!" Pete
enthused.  "Please, take off my shorts!"

I let go of his penis for a moment, untied the string
in his shorts and then pulled them slowly down his
legs until they were off his feet.  I crawled back
over to him and grabbed his penis again and started
stroking it.  Pete didn't say a word but just kept
moaning and arching his back, his hands clinching and
unclenching in the sand.  As I pounded on his hard
pole I took in the sight of this man, now completely
naked, who was so obviously enraptured by what I was
doing to his swollen penis.

Not more than 30 seconds went by before Pete arched
his back hard, clenched his fists and shot a spray of
hot sticky semen all over his stomach and my hand. 
After he had released his load I continued to stroke
him gently, milking every last drop of semen out of
his rapidly deflating penis and triggering numerous
smaller aftershocks in his body.  

A few seconds later he finally relaxed his fists and
let out a long sigh.  At that moment I leaned forward
(still holding his soft penis in one hand) and kissed
him softly on the mouth.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while, now.  I
hope you enjoyed it." I said gently.

"Oh, Jenny, that was awesome.  You're incredible.  You
can do that to me any time you want to," Pete gushed.

"If you're feeling the same way about me that I'm
feeling about you then I think you'll get a lot more
of those," I whispered in his ear.

"Jenny, I've been getting hard just looking at you
from the moment we met at the airport." Pete said as
he looked up at me and smiled.

"I noticed." I replied slyly.

Pete just laughed then sat up, put his arms around me
and kissed me passionately.  We remained that way for
several minutes - our lips locked together, our
tongues fighting while his hands roamed over my body
and I continued to gently squeeze his penis.  At one
point his hand brushed across my breast and then
started to gently caress it.  

"Oh, that feels so good," I breathed.

Both of his hands found their way to my breasts and
started more vigorous caressing.  The sensation was
like electricity and I couldn't help but moan loudly.

"Jenny, you just gave me the most incredible feeling
and I think I should return the favor," Pete as he
pulled away from me. 

I was so turned on by his massage of my breasts that I
just needed an orgasm right away.  "Oh, Pete, please
lick me!" I begged.  I wasn't the type of person who
normally asked for things so directly but I felt as if
my clitoris was on fire.

"With pleasure," Pete said eagerly and I lay back onto
the towel.  "First, let's get you out of that bikini,"
he said as he gently pulled my thong off.  When the
thin piece of green fabric passed over my angles I
realized that I was now completely naked as well and I
waited anxiously as Pete took a moment to look at me
from head to toe.

"Jenny, I think you may be the most beautiful woman I
have ever laid eyes on," Pete said softly as he leaned
forward to kiss me again.  I couldn't answer - all I
could do was moan.

After another long, passionate kiss Pete started to
work his way downward.  He kissed my chin softly and
then lightly placed his lips on my neck and worked his
was down to my check.  I arched my head back to give
him better access and was rewarded with his gently
nibbling on the sensitive spot just above the top of
my collar bone at the base of my neck.  I sighed
deeply as he resumed his downward march.  

When he reached the point on my chest midway between
my breasts he stopped and then gently grasped each
breast in one hand and softly massaged them while
alternately kissing and licking the soft flesh close
to each nipple.  He moved randomly back and forth
between the breasts so I never knew where the next
kiss would land but he was very careful to avoid the
sensitive aureole and the nipple itself which was
driving me wild with anticipation.  Finally, when I
thought I could bear it no more he took my entire left
nipple into his mouth and gently sucked and tugged at
it with his tongue.  The technique worked and I felt a
lightning bolt go through my body and moaned so loud
that it was close to a scream.  

Pete didn't stop with my breasts, though.  After
giving each one ample attention he continued downward.
 When he reached my bellybutton he slid his tongue
around it in a circle making me feel both stimulated
and a little bit ticklish.  I laughed as he did it
again but quickly went from laughing to moaning when
he moved down below my belly button.  

Once Pete's tongue moved into my public hair my entire
body started to rise as my back arched and my muscles
tensed up.  He moved slower and slower causing me to
whimper in desperation. Finally his tongue slid
roughly over my clitoris and I shook from head to toe.
 He continued to gently lick my sensitive bump while
he repositioned himself between my legs.  Once there,
he licked downward in long, deliberate strokes
covering the entire length of my lips and even sliding
into my vagina slightly.  I was in such a state of
ecstasy that I felt compelled to bring my hands up to
my chest and start massaging my nipples.  Pete saw
this and immediately went into full pussy-licking
mode.  He sucked my clitoris into his mouth and
started running his tongue back and forth over it
furiously.  Like a human vibrator his tongue slid
across my most sensitive part so rapidly that within
seconds I had the most powerful orgasm that I'd ever
experienced.  My entire body shook and I yelled and
moaned over and over again.  Pete kept licking me and
I experienced several smaller orgasms in rapid
succession before I finally couldn't take it anymore
and asked him to stop.

"Oh, please, Pete, stop! I can't take it any more!" I
begged.

Pete lifted his head, crawled up to me and lay down by
my side, wrapping one arm over my chest just below my
breasts to draw me tight against him.

"Did you enjoy that?" Pete whispered into my ear.

"Oh god, that was the most incredible orgasm I've ever
felt," I replied, still breathing hoarsely.

"I'm glad you liked it," Pete said and he snuggled
closer.  "I enjoyed it too.  I'm happy to do that to
you any time you want."

"This is going to be the best week of my life," I said
as I leaned my head to the side to kiss Pete again. 
As we drifted to sleep in each others arms I realized
that this would, indeed, be an unforgettable week.



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