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Paradise Island
I sat on the hotel restaurant terrace enjoying
the superb view of the lagoon, letting the warm
tropical breeze wash over me, and listening to
the far off rumble of the waves on the outer
lagoon. Twelve hours before I had left Los
Angeles and now I was in paradise - a small
Polynesian island off the beaten track.
Marianne, a beautiful Polynesian and I were the
only ones in the restaurant. She wore the
traditional pareo, the sarong, and her lovely
body and face, attracted my admiration. We
talked and I found she was a beautiful mixture
of French, Chinese and Polynesian. Under her
pareo, I detected that she only wore a pair of
tiny panties. She caught my glances as she
leaned over serving me, showing firm cleavage,
and I caught the smell of the coconut soap used
in the tropics. Her eyes moved to my thinly
covered breasts and her eyes sparkled.
I asked about the shell collecting snorkeling
trip advertised in the lobby. She told me the
hours, and said she would be my guide. She
performed several jobs in the small hotel.
The next morning, we were anchored in the
lagoon. A young French couple was the only other
guests present. The lovely French woman had shed
her top early on, and Maryanne and I quickly
followed.
Before we left the boat Marianne helped me coat
my body with a high number sun screen, as the
tropical sun could be brutal. Her soft hands
stroked the oil over my body. She even coated my
breasts lovingly, making my pussy tingle. Her
laughing eyes told me she was enjoying teasing
me.
We donned masks and fins and swam away from the
pontoon boat. The French couple, accompanied by
our Polynesian helmsman, went in another
direction. As we swam away from the boat, I felt
Marianne's fingers at my hip and my bikini
bottom floated free. I looked and she was
stuffed it into the shelling bag. She was
gloriously naked too. The warm water felt
gloriously sensual.
Marianne showed me how to find the beautiful
cowry shells under the coral fans and how to
watch for moray ells before I reached for them.
She was a water sprite, moving through the water
with the grace of an otter. She was able to hold
her breath for incredible lengths of time. She
swam between my spread legs, her long brown hair
streaming. Her slick skin brushing my pussy
lips. I swam behind her, glimpsing her lovely
pussy as she scissored thorough the water.
When we had our share of shells, we swam back to
the boat. We could see figures under a palm tree
far up the beach. We toweled dry and sat naked
on the soft mat floor. Marianne leaned close and
kissed me softly, her tongue flicking my lips
gently. I reached out and cupped her firm
breast, gently squeezing it.
"I saw the way you watched me," she smiled. "You
like women too?" I nodded. She looked toward the
shore. The others were returning. "Tonight,
leave your door unlocked, I will come to you."
She reached down and slipped a finger deftly
between my slick pussy lips. It stroked upward
to flick my erect clit lightly, bringing a sigh
from me. She slipped her finger between her lips
and sucked it, her eyes locked to mine. We
slipped on our bottoms just before the French
couple and the native helmsman climbed aboard.
The young native said something to Marianne in
Polynesian and they both laughed. I asked what
he had said. "They're cannibals! They tried to
eat me alive." She translated. We burst out
laughing.
I went to the nearby village and bought French
bread and wine, fresh tropical fruit. I learned
Marianne had told her cousins that if I wasn't
treated right, they'd have to answer to her. I
also bought several colorful pareos and bars of
the totally delicious coconut oil soap.
It was dark when I heard the back door of the
bungalow open and then Marianne slid naked into
my bed, the scent of the tropical flower in her
hair sweeter than any perfume. She kissed me
softly and her firm breasts were hot against
mine. She wiggled her legs between mine thighs
and I spread them wide for her. Sensually she
pressed down, her mound burrowing into my spread
sex. She rubbed her wet flesh against mine and
in no time she brought me to a gasping climax.
We made long, slow love to each other. Her body
tasted and smelled of the fragrant coconut oil
soap, a I smell I still associate with her. She
was an expert lover, she kissed me and her
strong tongue slid up and down and into my pussy
again and again, but could be so soft as she
caressed my turgid clit.
Her pussy was sweet and clean, and my tongue
slid into her bringing the sweet nectar from it.
Her clit was firm and rather large. She cried
out as I sucked and licked it, while my fingers
slid deep into her body.
We moved into a 69 and feasted on each other's
liquid centers. I lost count of the times we
brought each other to a shuddering climax. She
was an expert lover. The ceiling fan whirred
softly as we made love. Spent, we drifted off to
sleep, my arm around her. Later, when I awoke,
she was gone.
At breakfast, she was my server. I told her how
wonderful our night was, and what a good lover
she was. She smiled and gave me a quick kiss,
telling me she would be back that night with a
surprise. My panties were wet all day.
True to her word she slipped quietly into my bed
that night and in the dim light, I saw another
figure slip into bed with us. Marianne's soft
body pressed close on one side, a hard male body
on the other.
"My boyfriend, he is a very good lover." She
whispered in my ear. "He asked to come. I will
send him away if you do not want him with us."
She was so dear, I didn't have the heart to
dismiss him. I pulled him to me and kissed him,
my hand finding his thick erect cock. My two
lovers showered my body with kisses and caresses
until I was moaning with need. Marianne
straddled my body and began to lap at my pussy
her expert tongue bringing me to a wonderful
climax.
She then licked and sucked me until I was
panting again. She guided her boyfriend's hard
cock inside my liquid core. Slowly in unison the
two made love to me. Her tongue nibbled at my
clit as he thrust in and out from behind. His
hips expertly rotated so that his rigid tool
caressed every inch of my pussy. I had his cock
deep inside me and her lips and tongue lapping
at my throbbing clit. It was the best of both
worlds.
He caressed my breasts, his fingers pulling and
rolling my erect nipples expertly. He came with
a long moan and a deep thrust, gushing deep
inside me. When his cock grew soft and slipped
out, Marianne's lips covered my pussy, scooping
a mixture of our combined juices out. Her tongue
drove me over the edge and I climaxed as her
boyfriend watched. They kissed me and slipped
from the bungalow.
Every night Marianne slipped into my bungalow,
sometimes alone, sometimes with her boyfriend.
Several times she came with a girlfriend, and
the three of us made delightful Sapphitic love
far into the night.
When it was time for me to leave, she saw me off
at the airport, tears in both of our eyes. I
promised to return soon, and I shall return - to
paradise.
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