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"Island Paradise" - Chapter 4 of ?? (Revision 3.5)
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Seated at the control panel in my voyeur room, I leaned
back and smiled at the image on the surveillance monitor in
front of me. The charming duo of Devon and Stephanie were
nestled together in each other's arms, peacefully sleeping
away upon the large, comfortable bed in their guest suite.
Was there a better sight in the whole, wide world than
a pair of truly beautiful woman so snug and close together,
with their bodies literally entwined as one? Stephanie was
a buxom brunette whose overall charm and beauty could match
up with anyone. Devon, of course, was the bombshell blonde
who had taken a very serious liking to me.
Again, it really should not bother me that Devon and I
met one another less than two days ago. According to her
discussion with Stephanie from last evening, Devon was in
love with me. I still found it a bit shocking that someone
so luscious and radiant - like Devon was - could have such a
sudden interest in a normal, ordinary man like me.
I never thought of myself as a very desirable person in
any sense of the imagination. Why would a woman such as
Devon - who could literally have her choice of anyone - want
to be with me? It simply did not make sense.
Or perhaps I should give myself a little more credit?
Maybe, but the recent years of solitude here on the island
had dulled and jaded my senses - as well as my confidence -
beyond all reasonable proportions. No one could spend seven
years on a remote island with minimal contact from the rest
of civilization - like I have - and not feel the way I do.
There are reasons why I have chosen to live this way for so
long, but now is not the best time to discuss them in-depth.
Still, it was time for me to accept the fact that Devon
did harbor some very true and bona-fide feelings for me. I
still may not understand why, but maybe I should not even
concern myself with such negative thoughts anymore. The
fact of the matter was that Devon already loved me.
Isn't that what I have wanted throughout my entire life?
Ever since Victoria, my ex-fiancee, left me standing at the
altar some ten years ago (and shattered the person I was
inside as a result), I have yearned for someone to share my
life with. Could that someone turn out to be Devon?
Even after I spent a truly incredible evening with the
wicked duo of Pamela and Amy last night - where both ladies
absolutely ravaged my body in a torrid three-some - all of
my thoughts were still centered upon Devon. I no longer
thought of Pamela, or even Amy, as my personal favorite among
the group of women I had brought with me to the island. That
honor (if it could be classified as one) belonged to Devon.
Telling someone that you love them just a day or two
after meeting for the first time probably would not be the
smartest thing to do. However, I saw nothing wrong with
having such feelings, even at an early relationship stage.
I have certainly felt that way about others in the past.
Until I eavesdropped on Devon's private conversation
with Stephanie last evening, I had similar thoughts about
Pamela. I met Pamela and Devon at the same, exact time, as
well as all of the other ladies. My thoughts for Pamela had
been pure and genuine. I felt as though - at least for a
short while - that I truly loved her. Was there anything
wrong with that? Likewise, was there anything wrong with
Devon feeling that same way about me? I do not believe so...
I had an unfair advantage, if it could be considered one,
with the voyeur room. I could spy on all of the ladies and
listen in on their private discussions with one another, but
they were not afforded the same luxury as it pertained to me.
It was not like Devon was saying these things to my face.
Without the voyeur room, I would have no idea that Devon
had such strong feelings for me. Thus, it was serving its
true purpose. The idea behind the voyeur room was for me
to use it as a tool to evaluate the ladies and learn what
they say about me, and find out which suited me the best.
"Hmmmmm..."
My thoughts of over-analyzation were interrupted as that
long, drawn-out sigh emanated from the speaker upon the
surveillance monitor in front of me. I immediately looked
up and my body tingled at what I saw, as Stephanie was now
perched atop Devon, with their sweet mouths attached as one.
My shaft began to rustle about within my shorts as I
watched the pair of ladies trade both their lips and tongues
over a languid, open-mouthed exchange. Devon groaned out in
erotic response as she used both arms to embrace Stephanie's
neck and shoulders in a loving way.
"What a way to start the morning!" Devon chirped once
their mutual kiss came to its conclusion.
"Hmmmmm," the brunette repeated, smiling down at her new
girlfriend. "Are you feeling any better, Devvers?"
She smiled and replied, "I think after what happened
between you and me last night, I feel better than I ever
have before!" As could be expected, my heart literally
skipped a beat at those words. Did Devon and Stephanie have
some sort of a sexual encounter last evening? What a great
vision that would be! If so, I sure was glad that I could
go into the archives and re-live it with my voyeur room. I
would have to look at the film sometime very soon...
Stephanie lowered her lips to Devon's and offered her yet
another tender kiss. "I'm glad that I made you feel better,
baby." Stephanie grinned and kissed her lover once more.
"But I bet you're still thinking about Jeremy, right?"
Devon's expression tightened as she squealed, "You know I
am. I can't get him off of my mind."
"If things don't work out for you and Jeremy," Stephanie
countered, "you could try a relationship with me, sweetie.
After last night, I think that you're incredible."
Now the one to initiate a kiss between them, Devon smiled
and clutched Stephanie even tighter to her. "We do have all
summer to spend together, Steph." It was the winter in this
part of the world, Devon! I was just going to give up in my
efforts to correct the group of ladies about that fact.
"I know we have all summer," Stephanie nodded in response,
before kissing Devon on the lips once more. "I can't tell
you how much I am looking forward to it. Not just with you,
but all of the other girls, too. Besides you, baby, the one
I like the most is Trish. She is so nice and friendly."
"And has a great body," Devon added, snickering. "Are you
going to try and put the move on her?"
"Actually, I am," Stephanie admitted. "I'm going with
Trish on a little nature hike today. Lindsay, too. Maybe
when we take a break and sit down, one thing will lead to
another and we'll all wind up having sex together. I can't
tell you how much group sex with other women turns me on."
"Good luck..." Devon grinned.
"Why don't you come with us?" Stephanie suggested, as
Devon shook her head. "C'mon... it'll be fun. I know you
are attracted to Lindsay. I see the way you look at her.
Everyone is attracted to that sweet, little thing."
"Thanks, but no thanks," the blonde told her. "I'm going
to try and work on Jeremy a little bit today." She pouted
and added, "I hope Jeremy isn't mad at me, because I ran off
last night without much explanation after he kissed me."
Stephanie tilted her head to the side and asked, "Would
you like it if I talked to him for you?"
Devon forged a smile and offered, "Again... thanks, but
no thanks. I really should go about this on my own. And
you are right. I think Lindsay is a real sweetheart."
Stephanie planted one more kiss upon Devon's mouth and
said, "Remember what I told you, honey. Baby steps. Take
baby steps with him. Don't think you can go ten years into
a relationship with him over a ten minute span. Trust me
when I tell you to watch what you say to him."
"I will," Devon grinned, nodding her head for emphasis.
"I really appreciate you listening to me last night, Steph.
It means an awful lot to me. It's good to talk."
"It was my pleasure," the 26-year-old said, before sliding
out of bed. "Anything at all to help you out." Stephanie
arched and stretched her back, then let out an exasperated
moan before adding, "I'm going to wash up and get ready for
the day. Breakfast is only two hours from now, you know."
* * *
All of the ladies were gathered together at the table in
the formal dining room when I made my way there at 10:00am.
A smile came to my face as a result, because I wanted this
to be the routine, normal time that all of us got together
each and every morning for breakfast.
Louisa, the old but dependable housekeeper, had whipped
up a batch of steaming pancakes, crispy bacon and delicious
sausage links on this fine morning. Everyone dug into the
hearty meal and as could be expected, there was nothing but
gracious smiles and words of appreciation for Louisa's work.
Even once all of us concluded our meal, I had not spoken
a direct word to Devon yet. I caught her glancing my way on
several occasions, however, and did offer her a friendly
smile or two in response. It seemed to relieve her.
Devon had earlier said to Stephanie that she was worried
whether or not I was angry with her because she ran off when
I tried to kiss her last night. I was not mad at all. I
perfectly understood the way she felt, thanks in large part
to the voyeur room and my ability to eavesdrop on her.
Without it, I do not know if I would be angry at Devon -
but I would definitely wonder if _I_ had done something wrong
to warrant her running off like she did. It just seemed to
me at that point in time, Devon wanted me to kiss her. I am
usually not that forward or aggressive in my dealings with
women, but at that moment, I simply could not help myself.
I would be remiss if I did not mention the duo of Pamela
and Amy, who were in their usual, vibrant moods as everyone
enjoyed their meal at the breakfast table. Once the three
of us fell asleep last evening, Pamela and Amy woke up early
this morning and slipped out of my personal suite after both
of them offered me a loving hug and passionate kiss.
That three-some I had with them last night will, without
a shadow of a doubt, go down as one of the best experiences
of my entire life. I still felt incredibly exhausted and
drained from it, but in no way was I complaining. Pamela
was an all-out vixen whose body was built for the pleasures
of the flesh. Amy, on the other hand... I was starting to
think of her as a total sex machine. She was insatiable! I
had never met a woman with such an unstoppable sex drive.
Amy was completely insatiable!
It was pretty apparent, judging by their discussion from
earlier, that Devon and Stephanie had a sexual encounter of
their own sometime last evening. I wondered to myself if
Lindsay and Trish had gotten into the swing of things, too.
During our so-called "date" last night, Devon and I came
across Lindsay and Trish as they were nestled together in
front of a bon-fire upon the beach. Did they have some fun,
too? Did Trish get to take Lindsay's virginal cherry?
"I'm going with Lindsay and Trish on a nature hike today,"
Stephanie said to not only me, but the other girls as well.
She turned toward Pamela and Amy and said, "Would either of
you like to tag along with us, too?"
"Pamela wanted to check out that big garden in the back,"
Amy told her. "Then, we plan on going to the beach. Maybe
we can all go together on a hike another time."
"That would be great," Stephanie grinned in response.
"What about you, Devon?" Pamela wondered, turning her
attention toward the beautiful blonde. "If Steph goes with
Lindsay and Trish, and Amy and me go and do our own thing...
what do you plan on doing today?"
Devon glanced my way for an instant before saying to
Pamela, "Oh, I don't know." She looked at me once again,
then back at Pamela. "I was thinking of a jacuzzi. I... I
am not fully recovered from that long airline flight here."
"I know what you mean," Lindsay nodded. "I still feel
tired from it myself. Of course, I really don't like being
in airplanes. That may have something to do with it. Was
it your first time in the air, Devon?"
"No, but it's been awhile," she replied. "I went on a
family vacation to Cancun when I was nine."
"What about you, Jeremy?" Trish suddenly chimed in. "Do
you have any plans at all for today?"
I offered Devon a quick glance, then smiled and focused
my gaze upon Trish. "Oh, I don't know. I'm sure that I'll
think of something. I can always stay busy inside my suite.
A lot of work goes into making sure all of you girls have
smiles upon your faces at all times."
"What do you mean?" Lindsay wondered.
"Everything. I have to make sure we have enough food and
supplies to last us each week, because the delivery boat only
comes once every Wednesday. I check the Internet to see if
there are any new music CDs or movies that come out on DVD,
that I think one of you ladies may be interested in. I check
weather reports and advisories at least two or three times
each day. None are on the way now, but we are guaranteed
four or five nasty rainstorms, along with thunder and
lightning, before these ten weeks are up."
"There's been nothing but sunshine and warm weather since
we arrived on Monday," Amy observed. "But I guess I can see
where an island like this - in the tropics near the equator -
could get its fair share of bad weather."
"It will rain once, twice a week, on average," I told her.
"But we'll get four or five good, torrential downpours, too.
Be prepared for it, because they will come."
"I don't know what's good about it," Trish mused, offering
a quirky smile. "I thought I left all the bad weather behind
me in Toronto when I came here. Hmmmmm... I guess not."
"You brought it with you!" Stephanie exclaimed. albeit in
a playful way. She received an equally playful smack on the
shoulder, courtesy of Trish, as a result.
Lindsay looked at me and said, "Are these three days a good
indication of what we should expect for the next ten weeks?"
"Pretty much, yes," was my response. "You and the others
will be permitted to do whatever it is that you wish."
"I just feel so carefree and relaxed here," Lindsay mused.
"This island is such a great atmosphere. There isn't one
person here that I don't like. It really is a paradise."
"We're permitted to do whatever we want?" Amy asked me.
"Let me get this straight. You don't expect us to cook or
clean. You don't have strict rules or guidelines for us.
You don't, as Stephanie wondered, run a slave camp."
"I didn't say that!" Stephanie exclaimed, perhaps a bit
mad at Amy. "Tell him I didn't say that!" That was a minor
lie on her part, as I eavesdropped and heard the brunette
say those exact words to Devon during their first night here.
But the lie was perfectly fine in my book, because it was
most likely said as a gut reaction (without prior thought).
"It doesn't matter, Stephanie," Amy told her. "It's okay.
Jeremy isn't going to think any less of you for it." Amy
focused her attention upon me once again and continued, "No
cooking or cleaning. No strict rules. No slave camp. You
let us do whatever we want, yet you are paying us $100,000 at
the end. One gets $500,000. What's the deal?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders.
"Why are you paying us that much money if you expect
little, or anything, out of us in return?"
I hesitated for a moment, but then smiled. Obviously,
now was not the time or place for me to tell everyone of my
true intentions - which included finding the right woman,
falling in love with her and ultimately, getting married.
That is what I have dreamed about for my entire life.
"I brought all of you here simply because I enjoy the
company," I replied, still smiling. It was not a lie, but
neither could it be called the whole, total truth, either.
"Being here by myself for seven years... it can get lonely."
"My God..." Pamela huffed. "How could you stay here by
your lonesome for seven years? This island is beautiful and
everything, but I would go stir-crazy without others around."
"Jeremy has a friend visit him from time to time," Devon
suddenly said, straightening her posture in the chair. "Her
name is Kristanna. He told me about her last night."
"Kristanna?" Lindsay asked, curious.
"Yes, Kristanna," I nodded. "I was just telling Devon
last night that a friend of mine, Kristanna, will be showing
up here real soon. In fact, she'll be here tomorrow. She's
going to stay with us for the duration of your visit."
"What's she like?" Stephanie asked, sounding hesitant.
Did she think that Kristanna would crack that whip on her?
"Kristanna is just as beautiful - and just as bi - as the
rest of you, As I told Devon, I have no doubt that she will
fit in real nicely with all of you. Krissy is also very
funny and jovial. I can't say enough good things about her."
"Jeremy said she is from Norway," Devon nodded. "I like
her name. I think it is really pretty."
"She is a real sweetheart," I added. "All of you will
like her just as you like each other."
"Or in some cases, love each other," Amy giggled, before
hooking her arm around Pamela's and squeezing tightly. I
smiled at them as Pamela snickered and placed the side of
her face upon Amy's shoulder. They were already in love?
* * *
Sometime later, I found myself finishing up the last of
the dishes. Lindsay, Trish and Stephanie had already went
off on their nature hike, while Pamela and Amy said they were
going to get a change of clothes before paying a visit to
the garden. It was good that they were staying busy.
While rubbing a dry towel across a breakfast plate, I got
the sense that I was not alone in the kitchen. So I turned
around and sure enough, the sweet and charming Devon was
leaning against the entranceway - looking squarely at me.
Being my friendly self, I offered her a smile and greeted,
"Hello there, Miss Devon. Are you here to help me with the
dishes? If so, I'm afraid you're too late."
"Me?" Devon giggled, her arms folded together. "I don't
think so. Me and dishes don't mix that well, you know." She
hesitated for a brief moment, then took a deep breath and
slowly stepped forward. "Listen, Jeremy... I just wanted to
apologize for what happened last night. I ran off when you
kissed me... let me say it wasn't your fault. It was mine."
"It's okay, dear," I told her, placing the final plate in
its proper cabinet. "You have nothing to apologize for."
"Really?" Devon countered, somewhat surprised. "I mean,
you're not mad at me? Not even a tiny bit?"
"Not at all." I was fully prepared for whatever Devon
had to say to me. I was going to do my best to calm her
fears and anxieties about me, too. "I was just hoping that
you and I could continue our date."
"Really?" she asked, now very surprised.
I smiled at her and replied, "Yes, really. That is... if
you are interested in continuing our date."
"Oh yes," Devon gushed, stepping forward and nodding her
head. "I'm very interested in continuing it."
"It's almost eleven o'clock now, dear," I grinned. "How
about you meet me at my private suite in say... four hours?
How does three o'clock sound to you? That will give me some
time to get everything ready."
"What exactly do you have in mind?"
Figuring that Devon would not be one who minded if I was
a bit forward with her, I smiled and replied, "It takes time
to prepare for the arrival of a princess." Her eyes went
wide as I added, "I have to get my suite ready for you."
"Me?" the 26-year-old exclaimed, in shock. "A princess?
Me? Are you serious?"
"I've never been more serious about anything in my life,"
were my words, as I planted a whispery kiss upon the side of
her forehead. Then, I decided to add a little fuel to the
fire. "Remember how you said that you REALLY like me? Well,
let me just say that the feeling is mutual."
Devon let out a half-sigh as I slipped by her and made my
way toward the kitchen's exit. "Remember... three o'clock.
I'll be waiting for you... princess."
* * *
For as honest and straight-forward as Devon was about her
feelings for me - or, she at least wanted to be - I felt the
same, exact way. I wanted someone with whom I could totally
open up to, and be honest with as well. I wanted Devon to
be that person. As long as we were on the same wavelength
in terms of our thoughts and feelings, it did not matter
that the two of us had just met. If we were comfortable
together, Devon and I could say anything to each other.
The task for me was to get Devon to the point where she
felt comfortable with expressing her true feelings and
emotions. I believe that she wanted to open up and share,
but felt apprehensive about doing so because it was not her
intent to scare or ward me off. That would never happen.
Plus, Stephanie had given Devon the advice about taking
"baby steps" in what she said to me. That was sound advice,
indeed, but I was at the point in my own life where I wanted
some positive encouragement. I wanted to hear that I was
loved and cared for on a daily basis. I wanted to hear it
several times a day. Several times an hour, in fact! It
had been MUCH too long since I heard anything like that.
* * *
By the time 1:00pm rolled around, my personal suite was
nearly prepared for what I had in mind for Devon later this
afternoon. I hoped my effort would put a smile on her face.
I decided to take a short break and venture back into the
adjacent voyeur room. I immediately spotted Devon on one of
the monitors, lounging and relaxing in a bubble bath. It
was a tempting sight, indeed, simply because Devon was such
a gorgeous woman. But I turned the monitor off. I did not
want to spy on Devon like that right now. I wanted to wait
because hopefully, my time to appreciate her womanly beauty
and overall charm would come live and in person at 3:00pm.
Another monitor registered some activity on the beach,
where Pamela and Amy had shed their bikinis and were now
laying side-by-side upon a large towel. I smiled at the
mere sight of them together like that. Obviously, both of
them had already paid their visit to the garden.
If not for Devon, all of my thoughts and ideas would be
centered upon Pamela right now. Pamela was incredibly sweet
and considerate, and clearly had a heart of pure gold. She
was the perfect representation of everything that an exotic
dancer should be - a blonde and naturally busty vision of
total perfection, with an athletic and very taut body.
Despite her awesome physical attributes, however, I still
found it hard to believe that Pamela was actually a stripper.
She just seemed too smart and well-refined for the stereotype
that routinely went along with the profession.
I still envisioned Pamela as a librarian - believe it or
not. Or perhaps a flower shop attendant. A drop-dead,
stunning flower shop attendant, but one nonetheless. Maybe
an elementary school teacher? Yes, that is it. After all,
that was what Pamela one day aspired to be - a teacher.
The primary reason Pamela was an exotic dancer was so she
could afford to put herself through college, where her major
was secondary education. The 27-year-old only had one more
year to go, too, before obtaining her college degree.
Since her arrival on the island, Pamela seemed to go with
Amy almost as well as bread did with butter. The two ladies
had obviously hit it off and were having a wonderful time
together. It made me feel good inside that I had helped
unite Pamela and Amy by bringing them with me to the island.
How else could a waitress from Cincinnati meet up and fall
in love with a stripper from Baltimore?
Amy was, as I eluded to earlier, a pure sex machine. I
am not sure whether or not she had any limit when it came
to her level of satisfaction. I wondered if Amy even knew
what that word meant. She was the type of woman who could
give any normal man a heart attack during sex if she truly
wanted to. Amy was just so wild and ferocious.
But it was touching to see she and Pamela together upon
the surveillance monitor, laying side-by-side upon their
beach towel. Both ladies had wet hair, so they must have
already been (skinny-dipping) in the water. Now, they were
just working on their tans while lounging upon the beach.
It was a beautiful sight to witness. Simply beautiful.
I could sit back here in my voyeur room and listen in on
their conversation - whatever it was about - but the other
active screen was the one that interested me the most now.
* * *
My gaze was suddenly locked upon that particular monitor,
as Stephanie was currently enjoying herself underneath a
cascading waterfall on the eastern side of the island.
Standing in a pool of waist-deep water, which emptied out
into the ocean further below, Stephanie was wearing a black
two-piece bikini. She was positioned directly underneath a
flowing sheet of water, arching her slender neck and letting
it cascade through her long brown hair and down her body.
Stephanie's eyes were closed and she had a look of pure
bliss upon her face as she gently massaged her breasts
underneath the waterfall. Taking the big globes of flesh
into her hands, the 26-year-old squeezed and caressed them
thoroughly. It was obvious that she loved the sensations.
Watching a gorgeous woman such as Stephanie grope herself
like this was more than enough to give me a raging hard-on.
However, only adding to my personal pleasure was the very
beautiful, lush scenery in which she did it in.
The continual stream of water which cascaded onto her
head from above was the centerpiece of it all. Behind the
young woman was a little wall formed from volcanic rock,
which was somewhat shielded by a growth of green weeds.
Panning the camera back a bit, I could easily tell that
the pool of fresh water that Stephanie leisurely basked in
was surrounded by equally stunning scenery. At the edge of
a tiny cliff which overlooked the ocean, there were majestic
trees and beautiful shrubbery all around. The sun peeked
through those tall trees from above, providing enough
illumination for me to eavesdrop on this special moment.
The sound of running water was quite peaceful, and serene.
Of course, what made the scenery even more appealing to
me was when I panned the camera back, I also got tempting
glimpses of both Lindsay and Trish. The two ladies, who had
apparently come to this waterfall location with Stephanie
during their nature hike, were wearing their bikinis. They
stood in the small basin as well, but on the opposite side.
I drooled at the sight of young, tender Lindsay in a tiny
bikini. Among all the beautiful sights thus far, Lindsay in
her bikini got my inner juices pumping faster than anything.
"Have either of you learned anything about the money?"
Lindsay asked Trish and Stephanie, as I flipped the hidden
microphone on. "I really want that half-million."
"I don't think any of us will learn a thing about the
money until Jeremy gives it to us at the end of the summer,"
Stephanie responded, taking a step out from underneath the
oncoming rush of water. "He seems real secretive about it."
"To tell you the truth, I really don't care about the
money anymore," Trish mused, which caused her two friends to
glare at her in disbelief. "I'm serious. This island is
just how I envision Heaven to be. It's so beautiful. What
makes it even better is that you two and the other girls are
here, too. I can't imagine a better place to be." Trish
paused and added, "Shouldn't we be paying Jeremy?"
"What do you mean?" Lindsay countered.
"Shouldn't we be paying Jeremy to let us stay here?" the
Canadian asked. "This is like a vacation for me. But it's
a free vacation. A paid vacation! I'm not going to worry
about the money any longer. If I get the $500,000, great.
If not, that's fine too. I could use $100,000, especially
in American currency. That will go a long way where I live."
"That's a good mindset to have," Stephanie added. "You
are right, Trish. Whatever happens, happens. I think I'm
just going to sit back and enjoy the island too, and not
worry about the money. There's really no need to."
"Jeremy will never tell us how we go about getting the
big pay-out," Trish added. "Why worry about it if he won't
tell us? I imagine it will go to the one he likes the most.
Right now, I think that person is Pamela."
"I think he likes Amy more," Lindsay chimed in.
"I know who likes him more than anyone," Stephanie nodded.
"Don't tell Pamela or Amy, but Devon is absolutely crazy over
Jeremy. She wants him in the worst way possible." Come on,
Stephanie, I said to myself. Don't tell Pamela or Amy? You
had no right to tell Lindsay and Trish how Devon felt...
"Devon?" Trish countered. "Of all the girls here, she
seems to be the one who has enjoyed herself the least. I
know she is your room-mate and all, Stephanie, but Devon
seems to be a little too uptight if you ask me."
"Devon loves it here," Stephanie defended her. "She is
just trying to sort through her feelings for Jeremy. To tell
you the truth, I think that Devon is a little scared of her
own feelings. She has never felt so strongly about someone
so fast, that she does for Jeremy."
"Devon needs to loosen up," Trish nodded. "I think that
she is a really sweet girl and all, but she needs to loosen
up. We're here to have fun this summer, you know."
"I don't want to see Devon get hurt," Stephanie frowned.
"I like her a lot, myself. She does need to settle down, I
agree. Last night, Devon was telling me things like she is
already in love with Jeremy and even wants to marry him."
Marry me?
I was not quite sure I felt the same way - in fact, I know
I did not - but it was an interesting thought nonetheless.
Devon was already entertaining thoughts of marriage with me?
"Hopefully she hasn't said anything to him like that yet,"
Trish fretted. "Telling someone things like that at the
beginning of a relationship is the easiest way to kill the
relationship. I remember one guy... after he asked me out
for the first time, he said he was crazy about me and really
wanted to get to know me better. He made it seem like he
wanted to marry me. It was kind of a turn-off even though I
liked him, because I didn't want to go out with him, maybe
lead him on and then ultimately hurt his feelings in the end.
I was younger then; I just wanted to go out and have fun. I
definitely wasn't looking to settle down."
"There's no way that I'm settling down," Lindsay offered.
"I'm only 18 years of age. I want to go out and explore,
find what the world has to offer. That's a big reason why I
decided to come to the island. Well... that, and the money.
But the island seemed like some sort of paradise."
"It has definitely lived up to all its hype," Trish mused.
"Jeremy really spoke the island up in those brochures and
booklets he sent us through the mail. It's even better than
I imagined it to be. A tropical island, beautiful women and
a very nice, gracious man for our host."
"Just think that we have ten whole weeks to be here, and
enjoy ourselves," Stephanie grinned. "I bet maybe one or
two of us will never want to leave."
"What's the deal with Jeremy?" Lindsay asked. "I wonder
why he has spent seven years here, all by himself? Just to
think... I was only 11 when he moved in here. I agree with
what Pamela said earlier. This island may be paradise, but
there is no way I could live here all by myself."
"It does seem sort of strange," Stephanie observed. "But
I'm not one to judge. I'm sure that Jeremy has a reason for
opting to stay here alone for all that time."
"Maybe he's just a loner," Trish speculated. "A lot of
people are like that. But he did say he enjoys our company.
And he seems too friendly and outgoing to be a loner..."
"Jeremy is mysterious," Stephanie nodded. "I still don't
quite get the idea as to why he brought the six of us here.
He pays us all that money, but lets us do what we want. A
friend of mine back home in Connecticut was convinced that I
was getting myself into some sort of slave camp."
Trish giggled and countered, "I thought you weren't one
to judge others, Steph. But I don't understand him myself.
I do think, though, that he is very trustworthy. If Jeremy
says that we can do whatever we want, I believe him. I do
not think we will wake up one day, all tied up or something."
"I'm interested in meeting that friend of his," Stephanie
added. "Christina or Kristanna... whatever her name is. I
bet she may have some answers for us."
"That's a good point," Trish nodded. "When we get the
chance, let's ask her, and see what she says. Right now,
though..." Trish offered Stephanie a sultry glance and
licked her lips in anticipation. "How about it?"
"Sounds good to me," Stephanie grinned, also licking her
lips. She continued smiling while slowly making her way
over toward Trish in the basin. An instant later, the pair
of ladies embraced one another and shared a deep-rooted kiss.
Stephanie turned her attention toward Lindsay, whose face
was beet-red with embarrassment as she climbed out of the
basin and took a seat in the grass. "Come over here and
join us, honey," Stephanie encouraged her. "It'll be fun!"
Trish kissed Stephanie again and advised her, "Lindsay is
still a virgin. Right now, I think she just wants to watch."
"You're a virgin?" Stephanie gasped in disbelief, her eyes
locked upon Lindsay. The teen-ager frowned and nodded her
head in response. "I can't believe you're a virgin!" I
thought Lindsay wanted to keep that little fact a secret?
"I just haven't found the right person to sexually give
myself to yet," Lindsay murmured, before her gaze shifted to
Trish. "I think that's about to change, though."
Trish smiled at those words as Stephanie implored, "Come
on over here and join us, Lindsay. There is no need to have
sex right away if you're a virgin." She slipped her arms
around Trish's shoulders, then pressed her breasts upon hers
within the pool of fresh water and ground them as one.
"We can just make out," Stephanie said to Lindsay. "Come
on, honey. I bet you would feel really good squished between
me and Trish, as we both kissed you at the same time. In
fact, I bet you would LOVE it. Just love it!"
"I don't know..." Lindsay fretted, her eyes cast downward
as she sat upon the ledge. After several seconds, she looked
up and offered, "This is all so new to me. I don't mean any
offense, Stephanie, but I don't know you all that well. The
only person I really know here thus far is Trish."
"Trish don't know me well, either," Stephanie countered.
"But look at this." She pressed her lips to Trish's mouth
and kissed her intently - her soft, velvety tongue sliding
far and deep - before turning her focus back to Lindsay.
"She sure does seem to enjoy kissing me, though." Now,
Lindsay looked extremely uncomfortable.
"Let her go, Steph," Trish advised. "It is not your place
or my place to force her. When Lindsay is ready to share
herself with us, she will make that decision herself." Trish
wiggled out of Stephanie's embrace and turned her attention
toward her 18-year-old room-mate. "Do you want to go back to
the mansion, honey?" Lindsay nodded her head in a sheepish
manner in response to Trish's question. "Okay... let's go."
Trish climbed out of the water and grasped Lindsay by the
hand, but meanwhile, Stephanie did not seem all too pleased.
"You two are going to leave me here?"
"You're very welcome to come back to the mansion with us,"
Trish told her. "In fact, you know what Jeremy said. He
does not want any of us to be out and about on the island by
ourselves. So I suggest you come back with us."
"We don't want you to get lost by yourself," Lindsay said.
Still, Stephanie looked angry. "If you're so dying to
have sex," Trish admonished her, "then I suggest you go and
see Pamela or Amy. Especially Amy. She'll do anyone. I'm
not about to force Lindsay to watch me have sex with you if
it makes her feel one bit uncomfortable. I think it will."
"Maybe I don't want to have sex with Pamela or Amy," the
brunette quipped. "Maybe I want to have sex with Lindsay!"
Suddenly, I rose up from my seat at the control panel and
flipped the television monitor off. Good for you, Trish, I
said inwardly. It appeared as if she had some good values.
But Stephanie was pushing the envelope a little too much.
It was time for me to re-check and make sure everything
was in order for Devon's arrival. I was glad, however, that
Lindsay was still a virgin. I still held out a faint hope
that she would let me be the one to pop her cherry. I say
"faint" because it appeared that Trish had the inside track.
I really could not complain about it, though. If Trish
turned out to be the one who ultimately took her virginity,
that would be wonderful. Trish was in love with Lindsay.
* * *
"How's my hair? Is it okay?"
The time was 2:50pm and once again, I found myself in the
voyeur room. Devon was busy fretting about her appearance
in the guest suite that she shared with Stephanie, who had
returned from her waterfall bath some 30 minutes ago.
"Your hair is fine, Devon," the 26-year-old said, her
tone a bit incessant. "You look great. But I really think
that you're getting yourself too worked up over Jeremy. I
hope you're not setting yourself up for a big fall."
"Jeremy likes me," Devon grinned. "He said so himself."
After those words, Devon seemed to be glowing. (!)
Stephanie shook a finger and reminded her, "Baby steps.
Remember that... baby steps. Watch what you say to him."
"I will," Devon promised her, before offering a pout.
"Do you really think my hair looks okay?"
Stephanie took a deep breath and let loose with an
exasperated smile. "Go to Jeremy, Devon." She pointed
toward the door and added, "Go. Go now. Have fun."
"Thanks for all of your help," Devon smiled, before
stepping forward and kissing Stephanie on the lips. "I
cannot tell you how much I appreciate it."
I smiled at their exchange of tongues, but then rose up
and exited the voyeur room. After sealing its entrance, I
made sure everything was in perfect working order within my
personal suite. Once assured that it was, I stepped out
into the hallway, closed the door behind me and patiently
waited for Devon to make her arrival.
It took about two minutes, but a big, far-reaching smile
came to my face once Devon appeared in the long corridor and
began walking toward me. My body also tingled at the sight.
Simply put, Devon looked marvelous. She was wearing a
black mini-dress which featured a short-skirt and a deep,
plunging neckline, along with halter-style straps. To
complement the small, snug-fitting dress, Devon also wore
dark stockings and matching high-heels.
The mini-dress hugged Devon's considerable curves and
really displayed the outline of her full, firm breasts, as
well as her luscious ass. The dress was tight and slinky,
and fit her body like a glove. I could easily tell that she
was not wearing a bra underneath it, as her nipples were
hard and erect, protruding outward upon the thin fabric.
Devon's long-flowing blonde hair, which was styled to shiny
perfection, was a perfect contrast for the sexy black dress.
"Ahh..." I grinned once she closed the distance between
us, while taking her hand into mine and kissing it gently.
"The princess has arrived." I offered her a gracious bow
and added, "I am honored with your presence, mi'lady."
Devon giggled at the little show I had put on for her.
"I'm a princess, huh? I'm about the furthest thing from a
princess, Jeremy. But I like you calling me one anyway."
"You look beautiful," I complimented her. "Your hair
looks especially wonderful." I threw that last comment in
because of her earlier discussion with Stephanie. Devon
sure did seem to appreciate it. "I'm very sorry, mi'lady,
that I did not dress up for you as well."
"Again, you look perfectly fine," the enchantress cooed,
eyeing me as I was dressed in a pair of gray trousers and a
loose-fitting blue shirt. "No need to dress up for me."
"Are you ready for our date to continue?" I asked, to
which I received a nod of the head in response. "Great!
But first, I have to cover your eyes before we step into my
suite. I have a little surprise in there for you."
"A surprise?" Devon countered, sounding a bit skeptical
as I slipped behind her. "What type of surprise?"
"You'll have to wait and see," I told her, using both of
my hands to completely cover and shield her eyes from behind.
I turned her so she was facing the entrance and said, "Open
the door, Devon. Its handle is right in front of you."
I smiled as she slowly turned the doorknob. Devon offered
no resistance whatsoever as I then guided her into the suite.
Using my leg, I kicked the door and closed it behind us.
I made her wait a couple of seconds, but then pulled my
hands away from her curious eyes and chimed, "Ta da..."
* * *
Devon seemed disoriented for a moment or two, but then
sighed as she realized that the brilliant, flickering glow
throughout the otherwise darkened suite was coming from what
was a collection of 50 candles burning in several key places.
All of the curtains and blinds had been drawn, giving the
room an extra, added ambiance.
Candles of all types were placed in jars and on small
plates in several locations. Five were burning away upon
the dresser in front of the huge mirror, while a whole
cavalcade of them were on the floor, surrounding the front
and sides of the bed. Three adorned the very top of the
bookcase, while two more were perched upon the nightstand.
Obviously, what I had strived for was a very romantic
mood. The atmosphere in the suite was warm and mellow, as
well as soft and loving. I did all of this for Devon, who
looked around the suite with a shocked expression upon her
face. Obviously, she was not expecting something like this.
"I hope you like it," I told her in a gentle tone, as I
appraised her voluptuous body from head to toe. I grabbed
the nearby remote control for the suite's sound system and
pressed a button upon it, then a romantic jazz tune began
playing in the background. "It's all for you."
"You went to too much trouble..." Devon gasped, her eyes
still wide and bulging. "This was too much trouble. Look
at this place! You shouldn't have done this, Jeremy..."
"Yes I should have," I corrected her, placing both hands
upon her shoulders. "Nothing is too much trouble for you."
Devon's blue eyes seemed to well up with tears as she
conceded, "It looks beautiful, Jeremy. Even smells that way.
This is SO romantic. I can't believe it. You... you really
did all of this for me?"
I smiled at her and responded, "I don't see anyone else
here. No one else is invited. The rest of the afternoon,
and hopefully the night, belongs to you and me, Devon." I
grinned once more and reached behind me, then produced six
red roses and presented them to her. "Do you like flowers,
dear? I just picked these for you a short time ago."
"Oh God..." she countered, a single tear streaming from
her left eye. "I love flowers! Especially roses!" Devon
took the half-dozen from me and asked, "Is there something
for me to put them in?"
"Of course," I said, pointing toward the small kitchen
that was part of my suite. "There is an empty vase next to
the sink. Just be careful where you step."
"I can't believe you went to all of this trouble for me,"
Devon reiterated, as she maneuvered her way amongst the
collection of burning candles that were scattered about upon
the floor. "Look at this place... these roses. That music!
I just love jazz... it is so romantic."
"There is no such thing as too much trouble whenever a
princess is involved," I told her, which elicited another
groan and sigh. "I mean it, sweetheart. You're a princess."
The moment did seem absolutely perfect, except for one
minor detail - my choice of clothing. Perhaps I really
should have went for a nice shirt and tie, along with
slacks. After all, Devon had dressed up for me. But I
always felt out-of-place if I tried to look too formal.
My one saving grace in the matter was that Devon had
said I did not need to dress up for her - I looked just
fine the way I was. Fortunately, I had not disappointed
her at all. Still, perhaps it would have been the best
thing to do if I dressed for the occasion, too.
Once she returned to me from the kitchen, I smiled and
tilted my head as I looked at Devon. It was time for me to
put my plan into motion. "Can I be honest with you?"
"Sure," the blonde nodded.
I smiled once again before offering, "Remember what you
said to me last night? You asked if I ever had the feeling
that someone was so amazingly right for me?"
"Yeah..." Devon answered, sounding a bit hesitant. I
figured that Stephanie's advice about taking things slow
with me was currently weighing heavily upon her mind.
"I've thought a lot about that today, dear." I paused,
then offered yet another smile. "A whole lot. Know what?
I have had that feeling. In fact, I have it right now. I
know who is so amazingly right for me." Devon's eyes grew
large as I added, "I'm looking at her... RIGHT NOW."
The 26-year-old appeared speechless as I then extended
both of my hands and spoke in a gentle tone, "I would be
honored if I could have this dance... mi'lady."
"What about Pamela and Amy?" she managed to get out, and
ask. "Everyone here thinks that they are your favorites."
I took Devon into my arms and locked hands with her in a
slow-dance position. "Not anymore, dear. Not anymore..."
Devon gently sighed as she placed the side of her face
upon my chest and shoulder. It was at this very moment when
my eyes began to drift. I realized that I could look right
down the top of her low-cut dress. In fact, I could clearly
see the pink of one of her lush, pretty nipples.
Our feet began moving in unison with the jazz tune that
was playing on the sound system. We glided about upon the
carpeted floor, in a section that was free of all candles.
I made sure that my eyes stayed clear of peeking down her
mini-dress again. I did not want her to feel uncomfortable,
or have any negative thoughts about me whatsoever.
With my left arm wrapped around her upper back and my
right hand upon the side of her waist, I twirled Devon about
the makeshift dance floor and smiled warmly at her. She
looked up at me in response and offered a gracious smile of
her own. It seemed as if her pretty eyes were glowing with
a truly radiant light. Had anyone ever went to such great
lengths for Devon before? I got the sense that no one had.
"You're an excellent dancer," I told her, my voice soft
and low. "Me, I have two left feet - unfortunately."
"You're an excellent dancer, too," she grinned. "You
don't seem to give yourself a lot of credit, Jeremy. In
fact, you don't seem to give yourself any credit."
"Maybe what I need is someone in my life who will give me
that credit," I breathed, while smiling down at her. "You
know... a beautiful, truly special young lady would be real
nice. Hmmmmm... you know what? It would be perfect if that
lady was say... 26 years of age. Maybe she could be from
Pennsylvania too? Ahh yes... Pennsylvania is a good state.
I also have a preference for blondes who are incredibly nice
and sweet, with tender, loving hearts."
Devon grinned and countered, "I know someone who fits
those qualities to a tee. In fact, I know her real well.
26, from Pennsylvania, blonde... nice, sweet, lotta heart.
Her name starts with a D." Devon seemed to struggle for a
moment before she admitted, "I hear this girl... she has a
really big crush on you, too. A really big crush."
"Perhaps you could introduce us sometime?" I smiled in
return. "Your... friend... sounds like someone I would be
very interested in. She sounds like a princess."
Devon gently moaned at my words as we continued our
tender slow-dance upon the carpeted floor. Judging by the
expression upon her face, Devon wanted to open up and pour
her entire heart out to me right now. She was fighting it,
though. I am certain that Stephanie's advice had something
to do with that. It was time for me to up the ante.
I wrapped both arms around Devon's slender back and held
her closely as our bodies continued swaying to the music. I
then gazed directly into her eyes and said, "Is it okay if I
kiss you right now?" I paused for a quick moment and allowed
myself to gauge her reaction, which was totally positive. "I
must warn you, though, little Miss Pennsylvania girl... if I
kiss you like I did last night, I won't let you go."
"I don't want you to let me go," she breathed in response.
"I want to be in your arms from now until the end of time."
Devon and I exchanged knowing smiles before she wrapped
her arms around in a warm, loving embrace as well. When I
soon sought her lips with my own, I was fully expecting that
the two of us would share a series of soft, gentle kisses.
When our tongues met, however, Devon seemed to snap.
Her calm, peaceful demeanor suddenly went out the window
and was replaced with wild, wanton arousal. Devon kissed me
hard, passionately. She literally jammed her tongue right
down my throat, swirling it about in mad circles. In the
process, she nearly took my breath away as well.
But I managed to collect myself, and then returned the
favor by kissing her with extreme hunger, too. I luxuriated
in the taste of her sweet mouth, and the feel of her velvety
tongue as it now erotically jabbed at mine. My right hand
then drifted downward, and offered Devon's ass a good, hard
squeeze through her mini-dress as her body sagged against me.
Once the young woman began continually rubbing her pelvis
upon my stomach, an unmistakable rush of sudden, hot passion
coursed throughout me. I growled against our mutual kiss,
then clutched Devon's sweet, rounded ass with my other hand.
Now using both hands, I pawed and groped away at it like
there was no tomorrow. This woman was so gorgeous!
My cock became full and bulging once Devon slipped her
right hand inside my shorts, and began busily frigging away
upon it. I was so short of breath from our intensive kiss
that I then had to break it off. Devon drew her head back
and smiled at me, her hand still pumping my cock.
"Sex must bring out the aggression in you."
Devon giggled, but did not verbally acknowledge my words.
Instead, she used her other hand to yank my shorts downward.
Her pretty blue eyes seemed to glow with desire in the warm
candlelight once she caught a good glimpse of my cock. It
was erect, and at least for right now, had her name on it.
Needing to even the playing field, so to speak, I reached
out with both hands and slid the shoulder straps of her tiny
mini-dress downward. All the while, Devon continued to offer
me that playful, charming smile of hers. I then held onto
the straps and gently pulled the top of her dress downward,
exposing her mouth-watering breasts for my eyes to leer at.
A playful squeal came from Devon as she released my shaft
long enough to wiggle the rest of her body out of the dress.
An instant later - as she was now dressed in nothing but a
black G-string, matching stockings and a pair of high-heels -
her hand was busy pumping my cock again. I used both hands
to openly cup and squeeze her large breasts, luxuriating in
their erotic firmness.
"Like what you see?" she snickered, as I gawked at her.
"Oh yes," was my eventual reply. I got the sense as I
openly stared at those bountiful breasts that they were
begging me for some attention. Of course, I felt the need
to quickly comply with their pleas.
I moved my right hand to the underside of one of her full
breasts, then lifted it. I gently squeezed and caressed the
breast, causing Devon to moan in response. I smiled, then my
mouth seemed to gravitate toward one of her pert nipples.
I closed my lips around the sensitive bud and began to
nibble upon it tenderly. As a result, Devon sighed and
placed her hands on either side of my head. She was really
enjoying this attention. That was good.
"Oh yeah," the vixen cooed, arching her neck in response.
"Oh yeah... that feels so good. Lick it! Kiss it!"
The nipple stood at erect attention as I prodded the tip
of my tongue against it, over and over again. Next, I
extended my tongue and swiped upon her heaving breasts and
inbetween her succulent, ample cleavage. My face was soon
buried in that cleavage, and I was tasting it with my lips
and tongue. My hands cupped both of her breasts as I
continued paying homage to her cleavage with my mouth.
I descended even lower, now splaying kisses along her
midriff and flat stomach. I tongued her belly button; Devon
giggled in response. Then I detracted my mouth from her
body, and went up to her own mouth for yet another kiss.
A squeal came from the exotic blonde as she reached for
my shirt and tugged away at it. I quickly slid it over my
head, then she reached out and caressed my bare chest. I
moved closer to her and then hugged her body against mine,
as we us continued to stand in the middle of the suite. I
felt Devon's hands tug my shorts all the way downward (and
off) as I slid my hands along that sculptured, perfect ass.
"Bed," I offered in a slight whisper, while smiling. I
nodded my head at Devon, then grasped her hand with mine and
guided her through the collection of burning candles and
finally over to the large bed. We embraced once again, then
curled and toppled over onto the mattress. I landed on top
of Devon, naturally, and immediately kissed her on the mouth.
Soon, I was splaying tender kisses all across her neck and
shoulder area, which caused Devon's head to roll and twitch
about in response. She was definitely enjoying herself.
My mouth began sliding lower, however. Over and through
her deepened cleavage, to her midriff and then her abdomen.
I licked her belly button once more, then Devon's whole body
tensed in obvious arousal as I quickly positioned myself (or
more specifically, my head) between her widespread thighs.
After disposing of her black G-string, I placed two fingers
upon her slit and parted its luscious folds, then slipped my
tongue inside for what promised to be a delicious taste.
Devon was already wet. She moaned and writhed in pleasure
beneath me as I started to lap away at her tender pussy. I
moved a finger to her clitoris and began to massage it, then a
hand darted over to her bare hip and rubbed there as well.
When I slid a finger into her folds, Devon's body arched
high beneath me - particularly her neck and back. She let
loose a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure, which warmed my
senses. I enjoyed the sight of her bountiful breasts heaving
up-and-down from my vantage point between her velvety thighs.
Devon's breathing had also become quite tense and ragged.
I began thrusting my finger in-and-out of her slick pussy
while now licking away at her clitoris with my tongue. My
sole intention now was to help bring Devon an orgasm. I was
well on my way to doing so, too. Devon cried out in passion
as I flicked my tongue over and across her clitoris in quick,
rapid strokes. Her lovely body was squirming and writhing
about beneath me in a truly heated state of arousal.
Soon, I was giving her exquisite pussy a series of long,
slow licks with my tongue. Devon let out an earth-shattering
scream in response, then her thighs tightened around my head.
She yelped something completely incoherent, and then the
juices began to flow. My tongue went like wildfire; I wanted
to lap up all of her delicious nectar and swallow it whole.
The young woman's body had reached the pinnacle of orgasm,
and now she was sliding downward from it. I loved hearing
her soft squeals and coos as I continually licked and kissed
her inner thighs. Devon was something special!
"Oh my..." she sighed, once my head finally rose from
between her still-spread thighs. "Jeremy... oh God..."
I smiled, then slid up her body and planted my mouth upon
hers for yet another kiss. We swapped tongues as the blonde
hugged me with both arms, clutching my shoulders tightly. I
then used my best medieval tone and wryly asked, "Is mi'lady
satisfied with the efforts of her humble servant?"
"God, yes!" Devon exclaimed, kissing me yet again. She
then pulled away and offered me a playful smile. "You need
to stop doing that, Jeremy. I'm not a mi'lady or a princess.
I'm Devon. Sweet and sassy Devon, yes, but not royalty."
"You're my princess," I told her, grinning. "What just
happened between you and I confirmed all of my feelings for
you. You're my favorite among all the girls, Devon. You're
the one I want to be with, more than anyone else."
The 26-year-old took a very deep breath in response to my
words, but then let loose with a gracious, heartfelt smile.
I wanted Devon to open up to me. Some more prodding may be
needed from my end, but I wanted her to share those thoughts
and feelings with me that she had discussed with Stephanie.
"How about you?" I asked her. "Am I someone that you
would be interested in pursuing a relationship with?"
"We already have a relationship, Jeremy."
"True," I nodded. "But you know what I mean. Something
long-term, and long-lasting. I have relationships with
Pamela and Amy, too. Relationships can vary. I want the
one between you and I to be long-lasting."
"How do we go about having a bona-fide relationship,
Jeremy, if all the other girls are chomping at the bits to
get a piece of you? You're the only man any of us are going
to see for ten whole weeks. Amy would probably explode if
she had to go without a man that long."
"I did bring all of you here to share," I reminded her.
"You know that full well, Devon. I can have my time with the
other ladies, as can you, dear. I want to promote a sharing
lifestyle amongst everyone here. But at the same time, you
and I could still get to know each other on a deeper level.
You're my favorite. You're the one I want to focus on. Do
you want to focus on me?"
Devon hesitated before replying, "Most definitely."
"Yet I'm sure that you still want to have your fun with
the other ladies, correct? Especially Stephanie, perhaps?"
"Oh yes."
"We can be active with the others, yet still be true and
loyal in our feelings to one another. And at the same time,
develop our relationship even more." I smiled and added, "I
know it sounds sort of crazy, dear, but it can work. Many
people live this way. They have a wife or husband they come
home to, whom they love very much. Yet at the same time,
they have multiple lovers on the side."
"If I'm your favorite, why do you want the others?"
"I'm a man, sweetheart," I told her in an honest, deep
tone. "It is every man's fantasy to be in the position I'm
in right now - alone, among six beautiful, ravenous women.
You are my favorite, yes, but this is like a dream come true
for me. I want to experience everyone here, many times over.
When it is all said and done - and the smoke clears - I just
want one woman to emerge from everyone else. I want the one
woman who is perfect for me, in every sense of the word. I
would... eventually like to settle down in life, you know."
Devon's eyes widened as she asked, "Is that why you
brought all of us here?"
I did not want to let the cat out of the bag just yet, so
to speak, but Devon was obviously a very sharp-witted woman
and deserved nothing less than the truth. "Yes. In fact,
it is the only reason why I brought all of you here. All of
those long questionnaires you filled out were processed by a
computer, which gave me a list of the best possible matches
for what I wanted out of a woman in life. You, Lindsay,
Pamela, Amy, Trish and Stephanie... all of you were in the
top 20 matches. Thousands of women applied."
I was comfortable in saying these things to Devon, because
I knew that she would not take my words the wrong way. The
simple reason for that was because she wanted the same thing
I did in life - and that was to get married, and be happy.
"I knew there had to be some reason why you brought us
here," Devon grinned. "So let me get this straight... you
are doing all of this just to find the right woman in life?"
"I think I already found her," were my soft words. "I've
been searching for my princess for all of eternity."
"What do you ultimately want from this summer?"
I smiled at her and replied, "The same thing you want,
dear. To get married and start a family. Your personality
profile, which is saved on my computer, tells me that you
are very family-oriented. You strive for one, correct? It
also tells me that you adore children, and want your own."
She nodded her head and answered, "Yes, very much so. It
is unfortunate that I don't get along with my own family.
My mother and father... we don't see eye-to-eye anymore."
"Why's that?" I asked, my gaze narrow. I remembered that
Devon mentioned something to Stephanie along those same lines
just the other evening. "What happened?"
"I rather not talk about it just yet," she said, shaking
her head for emphasis. "It's sort of a touchy subject."
"Feel free to talk about it with me at anytime. I'll
always be here for you, Devon. Remember that."
The young woman smiled at me and countered, "Thank you.
I will remember that." She paused and added, "I would like
a possible relationship with you... a REAL relationship,
Jeremy. It will be kind of unique with the other girls
around, but I really can't complain about that, either.
This is a fantasy for me too, you know."
"Oh? How so?"
"To be around so many bi-sexual women!" she replied, her
cheeks a bit red. "And not only that, but BEAUTIFUL ones,
too! If we had a lingerie party, it would be like stepping
into the dressing room for Victoria's Secrets models. All
of the girls you brought here are so insanely beautiful."
"Victoria's Secrets models, huh?" I smirked. "I like
your idea of a lingerie party. Maybe a lingerie orgy?"
Devon giggled at my words and offered my arm a playful
smack with an open hand. "You definitely ARE a man."
"Can you promise me something, princess?"
"What?"
"Please don't tell anyone about my intentions. You know -
the reason why I brought all of you here. I don't want
everyone to know about it. Not yet, anyway."
Devon traced a finger across her own mouth and promised,
"My lips are sealed. Your secret is safe with me, Jeremy."
Still nestled on top of Devon, I glanced down at her and
admired her lovely face as it was awash in the flickering
candlelight. The shadows of our bodies were splayed out
across the wall directly behind the bed as we embraced and
cuddled together. The stereo system was still pumping out
a rather soft, romantic jazz tune, as well. Everything, as
you may imagine, was absolutely perfect.
"I want to be honest with you," I told her. "I really
like you, Devon. I know that we just met a few days ago,
but everything I have ever wanted in a woman - you seem to
have it. I know it's forward of me to say that, but it's
the truth. Where have you been my entire life?"
"You're everything I have ever wanted in a man," Devon
finally admitted, as she hugged me fiercely. I knew that
Stephanie would not approve of Devon saying that to me, but
there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. Finally, Devon
had begun to open herself up to me. I felt delighted...
The enchantress' eyes seemed to be a bit watery as I
glared down and smiled warmly at her. I proceeded to press
my lips to one of her eyes in the most tender of fashions,
and kiss away those traces of tears. I then did the same
for her other eye, as well. My next move was to splay a
series of gentle, loving kisses across her forehead, her
cheeks and chin, and even the very tip of her nose.
Once I reached her mouth, Devon extended her tongue and
met mine in an erotic exchange. Slowly but surely, I then
eased my tongue between her lips and into her warm, lush
mouth. My tongue then began a deep but slow exploration,
sampling the inner walls and recesses of her lovely mouth.
We kissed for quite some time, but when it ended, Devon
wiggled out from underneath me and sat up upon the bed. She
gently rolled me over onto my back, then straddled my hips
and immediately lowered her pussy to my throbbing erection.
Both of us moaned with intense desire as my cock forged a
path through Devon's wondrous folds. She latched onto my
hands with her own, and then the two of us began to rock
together. She gently bounced up and down upon my shaft, with
each downward thrust offering both of us maximum penetration.
Soon, the action between us became more furious. Devon
was now thrashing about upon my erection, our eyes locked
together. Both of us were heating up. I felt her hands
close around mine, clasping them with extreme force. I
watched Devon above me, her eyes now closed and breasts
bouncing about wildly, a look of pure lust upon her face.
Devon bent at the waist, my shaft still inside her, all
the way over until her breasts were touching my chest. She
then released my hands, which went directly to her ass and
began massaging it while her bouncing action continued.
Meanwhile, Devon wrapped her arms around my neck and gave my
mouth a feverish, intense kiss.
I soon broke it, however, and growled out like a madman
as my cock simply exploded within the confines of her tight,
luscious pussy. Devon found my mouth and kissed me one more
time as I pumped my thick seed into her sweet pussy, my arms
now encircling her shoulders and holding her very tightly.
I rolled Devon over and pinned her to the bed beneath me.
Once my cock was tapped out in terms of sperm, I collapsed
on top of Devon, my body feeling very weak and exhausted.
But at the same time, I was extremely satisfied.
Devon let out a content sigh and giggled as she held me
close once again. "I could definitely get used to that."
Her eyes glanced throughout the candlelit suite as she added,
"No one has ever done this for me before. I still can't
believe that you went to all this trouble, Jeremy."
"I still can't believe that you think it was any trouble
at all," I countered, tenderly kissing her neck. "It was no
trouble at all, mi'lady. None whatsoever."
"Mi'lady," she snickered. "You're going to spoil me if you
keep it up. Spoil me rotten, I tell you!"
I liked this side of Devon. She was happy and carefree,
and very relaxed. It was the first time I had saw this side
of her since her arrival on the island 48 hours ago. Devon
no longer had to worry about dealing with her emotions and
feelings for me, and wondering whether or not I liked her in
return. Now, she could settle down and simply be herself.
<<<- End of Part 4 ->>>
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"Island Paradise"
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