Paradise Island (closed)

[Wolk]

"Should I, or shouldn't I?" Steve wondered.

On one hand he had planned his three-week vacation in advance, thinking to go to the same place he went last time - a great ski resort in the Rockies. On the other, his new boss had strongly recommended that "Paradise Island" retreat. "To relax like a big shot, and to work like a big shot." Those were the words, or at least something to that effect, Steve recalled. He had been recently promoted, now heading a pretty large department. His boss gave him advice before, and every time it turned out splended, helping yesterday's brilliant worker turn into a leader and a boss himself - not only skilled but also confident and authoritive.

"Well, why the heck not?" He figured. "The Rockies will still be there next year, and some soaking sun under the palms never hurt anyone."

A week later he landed in Santo Domingo, from where a passenger yacht carried him and other elite tourists - all of them single; how odd, Steve noted - to Paradise Island. He stepped ashore, carrying a travel bag and looked around. A resort attendant was supposed to meet him here.

It was incredibly warm and Steve cursed himself for wearing a suit. It was great on the plane, but wouldn't last him long in the tropical heat. He took the jacket off his broad shoulders and looked around again.

 

[Vero]

She took one last look around the very private cabana on the ocean, and satisfied it met her standards she wrapped a brightly colored sarong around her hips, placed a huge red flower behind one ear and went off down the dock to greet her newest charge.

Her dyed blonde hair hung in loose waves and her sunbrowned skin was set off by the white bikini, barely able to hold her wealth of assets in, and doing nothing to keep them in check.

She had memorized the portfolio, including the picture, and her face spread in a dazzling grin at the thought of introducing Steve to the pleasures on the island.

She let him wait a bit, watching his surprise as the other attendants greeted their clients with passionate kisses and rather intimate groping. She loved their first reaction. Finally she walked up to him, placing her fingers over his to take his bag from him and wrapping his tie around her other hand to pull him down into a kiss of equal intensity as those he had just witnessed. He recovered enough to kiss her back, and finally she released him.

"Hi, welcome to Paradise. I'm Mariana, and I'll be ... anything you want while you're here."

 

[Wolk]

Steve could not help but notice the drop-dead gorgeous woman that walked towards him. Nobody could had they been in his place. The stunning dyed blonde looked as though she came off the glamorous pages of a magazine's centerfold. Stunningly beautiful, sexy, with a gaze that said 'I want to play'. "What could she possibly want with Steve Cox the young head of the 'final implementation' department?" He wondered, feeling her fingers' electric touch.

Of course, what happened next put his mind into a knock-down. A kiss? No, a Kiss. Because what the beautiful woman gave him simply had to be captured and placed in a museum somewhere as the ethalon of passion and affection. Failing that, a capitalization would do.

He regained his sences enough to control his body, but, of course, was not about to stop her. He enjoyed it and began taking active part in their liplock, until she pulled away.

"Hi, welcome to Paradise. I'm Mariana, and I'll be ... anything you want while you're here."

The blue steel of his eyes reflected fires of desire that she had awakened in him, as his eyes dropped down for a moment to admire her amazingly large and beautiful breasts barely covered by the tiny bikini. Lifting his eyes back to her face soon enough to not be too inappropriate, he gave her a charming smile.

"I feel I will enjoy the Paradise immensely, Mariana." He snuck his arm around her shoulders. "I definitely like having 'anything you want'."

A few playful, flirty looks back and forth, and Steve finally removed his arm, taking the bag back from her. "It wouldn't be Paradise if ladies had to carry luggage." He said. "Especially ladies as lovely as you." Another smile towards her. "Where do we go?"

 

[Vero]

She tussled over the luggage, making sure it was mostly an obvious excuse to touch him.

"Well, Steve, I imagine you want to see your room, so if you'll come with me, I can show it to you."

She led him away from the main lodge and down paths to the private beaches, explaining the sights as the walked. "The big pool, the formal dining room and some of the large group fantasy rooms are here in the lodge. Each guest has a private cabana, there are both ocean and jungle options. You're new, so I picked for you, when you come back you can decide, or if you hate it, I can try to find a different one for you.

There's all the basic island resort stuff, if you like snorkeling or scuba diving, I know the best places to take you. There's mountain climbing, a golf course, I'll never remember it all. Tell me what you're interested in doing, and I'll see that it happens.

Tell me what you're interested in happening to you, for that matter." Her eyes twinkled "I like arrainging pleasant surprises for my friends."

She turned off the path and headed for a small cove. "We're almost there, I know you must be dying to get out of that suit." They cleared the last of the trees and past the snow white beach and into the topaz ocean he saw a small thatched hut on the end of a dock, completely protected from view by the encircling cove. "Again, I guessed you would want privacy for your first visit. There are more visible options, and if you want to share with others that's possible too."

She smiled up at him, "Care to go in?"

 

[Wolk]

He nodded, following her out of the dock's lobby. They walked - walked! out of the travel hub! to the accomodations! truly, a Paradise! - along the gorgeous places, although they did not catch Steve's eyes for long. Gorgeous as they were, Marianna's unbelievably firm and curvy behind was much more appealing and his eyes followed the buttocks as they rolled under the sarong. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and give them a good fondle, but decided to not go crazy just yet. Who knew what he was and wasn't expected to do here.

Finally, they came to a lovely little bungalow, or villa, or cabana, he hardly knew the difference, nor truly cared for it. The place looked lovely, very exotic, and, he hoped, was equipped inside just as good as the most decent hotels.

He saw Marianna catch his gaze, in a place where he shouldn't have been looking so intently, but she only sent him a smile at that, adding to his growing boldness. He opened the door and stepped in.

"Oh, that's a great place!" He exclaimed, walking about and exploring. Nice and spacious, it contained everything he needed.

Steve sat down onto the king-sized bed, tossing his big bag in the corner for later. He sent her a smile.

"I love it, Marianna. You have great taste."

"The trip was a little tiresome." He said. "I would like to take a shower now and when I am out, I would like a full massage with oils and other usual perks. Could you arrange that for me, please?"

 

[Vero]

Perfect score - she used to give a fuller outline of the accomedations on the island, but so far not one of her clients had ever listened. She kept intending to slip personal jokes into the monologue, but always forgot.

She grinned brightly, "I can handle a massage, oils are in the bedstand and that little kitchen doesn't look like much, but it has a reasonably well stocked bar."

She stepped close to him, letting him feel the heat off her skin, inhale her scent - a mixture of the exotic flower behind her ear, coconut oil, salt water, a bit of sweat and what he could only think of as sun on sand. "Its been a busy morning, getting ready for you, I could use a shower myself." She reached up and undid his top button. "I'll scrub your back if you get mine."

 

[Wolk]

This time he was more or less prepared, as her earlier behavior hinted strongly at the possibility of what was starting to happen.

He breathed in her aroma. Smiling widely, he looked down at her from the height of a few extra inches his male body offered. A step at her, which she didn't retreat from, and her lovely bosom was crushed against his chest. His hand stroked her hair softly.

"I'm afraid, sweet Marianna, that if we do, I might want you to be a lot of things. I hope you really ment 'anything' when you said 'anything'." He slowly put his hand onto the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. His tongue came out, parting her lips and entering her mouth to play with hers right away.

 

[Vero]

"I'm afraid, sweet Marianna, that if we do, I might want you to be a lot of things. I hope you really ment 'anything' when you said 'anything'."

She melted a bit despite herself, excited at his dawning understanding. She let the kiss intensify, slipping enough buttons so that she could caress his chest and back while she stood on her toes to press against him. She stripped his shirt from his shoulders, letting her hands slide along his skin, exploring his solidly muscular frame.

 

[Wolk]

Her gentle, yet passionate hands sent excitement flowing through his veins. His muscles flexed involuntarily under her touch, letting the feminine hands feel his strength, the firmness of his body. The kiss was too good to break so soon, and he didn't.

Picking her up and lifting off the ground slightly, Steve carried the sexy woman into the bathroom, which turned out larger than he expected from such a humble-looking cabana. Then again, everything inside of it betrayed expectations one had from the outside appearance.

Setting her down into the large bath, Steve finally broke the kiss and took a step back. Eating her nearly-naked body with his eyes, he slowly undressed, taking off his shirt, then undoing his belt, pulling down his pants, and, finally, his boxers, revealing a nice, juicy member that was already well on its way to hardness.

 

[Vero]

She dropped the sarong on the floor next to his clothes and turned on the double shower jets in the big shower.

Water flowed around her, beginning to dampen her hair as she faced him, blatantly letting her eyes travel down his body, pausing to smile at his erection, and back up to meet his eyes. She slowly reached behind her and pulled the strings on the bikini top, letting the scaps of white fall from her breasts. Another tug at her hips and the matching thong was dangling from her fingers and dropped on the floor.

The miniture strip tease finished she let her sugestive pout yield to an energetic grin. "Are you coming in?" She turned her back to him and stpped fully under one of the jets, the water cascading over her skin.

 

[Wolk]

Steve's eyes followed her actions so very attentively, a smile on his face telling her how he was enjoying it. He very nearly gasped as the amazing breasts with faint tanlines were first revealed to his eyes completely.

He stepped into the shower at her invite. Getting at her with insistency, he pushed the gorgeous woman against the cool tiled wall and let his hands roam her breasts for the first time, moaning into her mouth as he kissed it passionately. His cock, quite hard and standing up by then, was pressed into her flat stomach. Finally, he pulled away, smiling, and fetched a bar of soap and a sponge.

Never taking his eyes off her breasts, the water washing over them and falling in big waterfalls to the floor, he rubbed the soap over the sponge.

 

[Vero]

She exclaimed in surprise as she was pressed into the wall, but she returned the kiss with interest. She grinned at his readiness, but knew that her pussy was slicker than could be explained by such a brief time in the shower. She noted his facination with her breasts and took the time to pose a bit under the water, then she started to gently fondle herself, running her fingers under her breasts, pressing them up, toward him. She teased her nipples into hardness in front of him, squeezing her breasts and releasing them,toying with her soft flesh.

 

[Wolk]

With a grin on his face, Steve watched the sexy show she was putting on. The soapy sponge in his hand slowly rubbed his chest, then his firm abs, and finally going down to thoroughly soap up his erection and all around it.

For a while, he just watched her, slowly stroking his cock, but the excitement grew and soon he could not stay away any longer. Stepping in at her, Steve placed his hands over her breasts, smiling to her. He rubbed the soap all over them, loving the feeling even more when they were slick with lather.

Feeling her soft palm touch his soap-covered cock, he couldn't help but moan. Excited, he concentrated more on her nipples, wishing to hear her moan with him.

 

[Vero]

She gently began to jerk him off as he massaged her nipples, soap making everything slippery. He used more pressure on her breasts and she tipped her head back, her body pressing closer to his as she moaned.

She slid her hand up around his neck to pull him into a hungry kiss, her breasts sliding against his chest, her talented fingers continuing to do magic on his stiff cock.

 

[Wolk]

He kissed back with some admirable passion, turned on by the scene. Her breasts crushed into his chest, he moved and felt her move in such a way as to rub them over his chest as much as possible. His now free hands slid down, caressing along her back, finally finding her firm, curvy butt and squeezing away, groping the generous flesh.

After a while of this pleasant softcore, Steve finally managed to get control of himself again. It still felt incredible, but the novelty and the amazement have worn off, and he finally realized - he was going to have wonderful Marianna with him for the next three weeks. Surely he could take it slow.

Smiling, he took a bottle of shampoo and poured some onto her head. Then, with both hands, he began rubbing it, washing her hair, enjoying its feeling on his fingers. Her hand, still working diligently on his excited shaft, made it feel all the more incredible, and he couldn't help but moan slightly, smiling and looking into her beautiful eyes.

 

[Vero]

He didn't seem to want her to stop as he washed her hair, but his strong fingers on her scalp made her long to just let him do whatever he wanted with her. She closed her eyes and purred, low in her throat. She'd never had a client, even the most tender of them, wash her hair with such an eye to pleasing her. She had him for what? Three weeks... she moaned softly as his fingers moved around to the top of her spine, arching her neck like a cat....its going to be a good three weeks.

She changed her focus, no longer trying to make him cum, merely trying to pleasure his cock, filling him with wonderous sensations but not trying to push him over the edge.

"How did you learn to wash hair like that? Most guys can barely play with long hair correctly when its dry, much less wash it."

 

[Wolk]

He smiled at her question, loving to hear the purrs, to feel her body's reaction to his mere fingers. Leaning in to cover her lips with his Steve kissed them softly again.

"I never did." He smiled. "I only channel love to my fingers, and they do the rest. Be it here," he massaged her scalp and the back of her neck, then slowly moved to caress her breasts again. "Here." His hand slipped lower along her toned abs, finding the soft, trimmed bush and caressing it softly, touching her pussy below it gently. "Or here."

He played with her for a while, smiling at her moans.

"Where do you like it most, darling?"

 

[Vero]

"I couldn't possibly pick a favorite before sampling your lovely fingers on all of my skin. It will take weeks of determined testing." Her eyes were mock serious for a moment before she broke into a smile.

"What about you?" She cupped his balls tenderly before caressing up his chest, "Where do you like being touched best?"

 

[Wolk]

He couldn't help but smile with her, and the smile grew, a moan falling off his lips and his eyes closing as her hand delicately caressed his testicles.

"Oh, God, babe, I think you already know where to touch me."

He soon regained his control, however. Washing his short hair quickly he took the shower, he moved it to wash the soap off both of them.

"But I think more testing might be in order. How about my massage, Marianna? I hope there is an 'in the nude' option."

 

[Vero]

She appeared shocked, "All decent messages are in the nude, do you think I would give you anything less than the best?"

She stepped from the shower to retrieve two soft, thick towels and proceeded to carefully dry his body. Unable to resist temptation she quickly licked along his shaft while on her knees to run the towel over his legs. "Oh, my dear...I will gladly give you the massage of your life right now, but you owe me hugely for not sucking you dry first."

 

[Wolk]

He smiled, sooking at her with played up amazement.

"Why, I expected taking care of tension down there to be the final part of the massage. Didn't you say you delivered only the best?" He helped her up, grinning. "And if it isn't, then, memory serves, you promised me 'anything'." A quick, playful wink, as he reached out to caress her breast for a moment. "So I still fully expect to have your soft, oily hands and breasts on my erection, Marianna."

Slapping her on the ass lightly, he nudged her towards the bathroom door, then followed. While she was getting the oils, Steve laid on the bed face down, awaiting.

 

[Vero]

She pulled a vial of softly scented massage oil from the collection in the bedstand and poured a dollop into the palm of her hand, letting it heat as she knelt over his body.

She rubbed her hands together, spreading the warm oil over her fingers before applying her hands to his shoulders. She started from the top and moved down, soothing the muscles of his neck, shoulders and down to the base of his spine before moving back to the top and working her way down his arms, his hands. She gave exra attention to anywhere she felt a knot and tried to guage how much pressure she could use by his relaxed sighs.

 

[Wolk]

Feeling her slick hands on his shoulders, Steve moaned, closing his eyes in pleasure. He felt her move lower little by little, untying his muscles, making them wonderfully relaxed all along her way. When she reached his waist, caressing the muscles that ran along his spine, a loud moan fell off his lips.

"Oh, God, yes! That's it, Marianna... So good..."

His hand came up to rub and caress her thighs one by one, then her ass. He caressed it at first, then fondled it softly in his hands, growing harder and harder, until he was groping her roughly and shamelessly, lost in his desire, which had yet to be released.

Sighing in pleasure, he turned over, spreading his legs a little to allow freedom to his amazingly hard cock. He grinned, taking her hands and putting them onto his muscular chest. With his own hands, he reached for the oil and, after rubbing some onto his hands, put them under her breasts, begining to give her a little pleasant massage of his own.

 

[Vero]

She moaned softly as his oiled hands slid over her breasts. She echoed his movements, massaging his chest and shoulders. The sight of his unsatisfied cock made her sex burn, longing to just impale herself on him. He liked the teasing though and she forced herself to continue merely stroking his skin.

 

[Wolk]

Quiet moans of pleasure fell off his lips from time to time as Marianna's skillful hands caressed and massaged his chest, fondling the muscles, brushing through the hair. Sometimes they would come as far down as his firm abs, teasing inches away from his cock, but only to move back up again.

For a long time Steve could not take his attention away from her ample, firm breasts, suffering from the teasing, but unwilling to give up the pleasure to fix it. Eventually, he grew more or less satisfied with the fleshy globes and ran his hands up and down her arms, caressing them from the shoulders all the way down to her soft palms with his oily hands.

"You aren't doing a very good job, are you, Marianna?" He grinned, winking at her pretty face. "You have missed the important area that needs stress relief the most." He took her hands and guided them to his hot rod. "See how hard it is? We can't leave it like this, now, can we, Marianna?"