Chapter 3
Mallory
I had to shield my eyes and being naked for the first time took a bit of getting used to. Alexis had already disappeared into the grotto with two young men sporting something that would have scared little old ladies on the bus. Some people shouldn’t be naked, but I admired them for having the bravery to throw caution to the wind.
I had lost sight of Kayla. I slipped into the water warm to the touch and made my way over to the bar to numb my senses.
“What do you mean that you don’t know how to make a white Russian? I brought the Oreo cookies with me.” His chiseled back and his baritone voice made my heart skip a beat.
In his hand was a baggie full of Oreo cookies. The young Jamaican behind the counter wearing the colorful uniform shirt looked confused and was going to need somebody to explain it to him.
“I believe that I can be of some assistance.” I took the bag from his hands and placed two cookies at the bottom of the shaker.
I crushed them and then added vodka and a coffee liqueur before pouring milk over top of the whole thing. I required honey and poured it on the counter with a large glass upside down to ring the rim. I took another one of the cookies and crushed it to powder before adding it to the honey. I began to shake the shaker back and forth. He was no longer looking me in the eyes. The bouncing formation of my breasts had his undivided attention.
“It appears that somebody else saw the exact same thing I saw on social media.” I made myself a duplicate of what I had made for him.
We toasted to our accomplishment in congratulations for a job well done.
“I did see the same thing, but I never had the chance to actually try it until now.” He was bigger than life and his lack of clothing made it easier to see what he was working with underneath the water.
We found a secluded spot in the corner and I couldn’t help myself. The drink was strong, but this time I was in full control of my faculties. I touched his broad chest and ran my fingers down to the apex of his thighs. His torso was indicative of a swimmer’s physique.
Introductions were made and I felt at ease in his presence. I recalled the hot tub outside our bedroom steps away from where we were currently located. It would’ve been nice to get hot and bothered in his arms. He had one arm draped over my shoulder and I was nestled in to hear his heart beating wildly in his chest.
“Your friends did you a favor by bringing you here. This is the only place in the world that makes you feel like you’re truly living for the first time. I’m no stranger to this place. The locals and the staff know me by name. This is not a word of a lie. You stand out from the crowd. Take that as a compliment.” His endowment was impressive largely imposing and quite the handful.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I would really like to feel the evidence of your arousal.” The warm water was nothing compared to the flash of heat coming off of his shaft.
“That’s the beauty of this place. Consenting adults can do anything they want. I don’t mind your fingers doing the walking.” He was this delectable treat, but I could sense a hidden pain he was trying to hide.
“I’ve lost my breath. I certainly wasn’t expecting someone like you to be attracted to me. I might not look like it, but I’m older than your impressionable years. You have me at a loss for words. I’ve never held anything this big before.” This was supposed to be a fantasy, but I was under the influence of his eyes.
“Age is only a number. You have spent your hard earned money on a vacation and I feel obligated to show you the hospitality of the island. I’ve been a local for most of my adult life. There are some hidden hot spots that you should frequent with me.” The only hot spot I was interested in was the one that was bobbing obscenely in the water.
My libido was raging and the incentive to do something out of character was building by the second. The freedom to express myself physically was made possible by those around me doing the same thing. Reed was right in front of me. His open sexuality freed me from the constraints of my inhibitions.
“I’m perfectly content being here with you. I don’t know where you came from, but you are this girl’s idea of a wet dream come true.” His brash attitude and silky tongue of seductive persuasion were making my hand slide up and down the length of his tool.
“I never said we had to go anywhere right now. I could be convinced to go someplace more private, but I don’t want to put ideas in your head.” He let out a long drawn out breath when I circled the head of his phallus with the palm of my hand in a circular motion.
“I like that these people have no idea what I’m doing underneath the water. I’ve never been allowed to let my hands do the work. It’s highly addictive and I hope you don’t have any place you need to be.” He lifted himself out of the water with his crotch rocket standing proud for everybody to see.
I put both of my dainty hands around his girth and the head remained. The vein along the back side of his property was easily seen with the naked eye. His balls were quite hefty and looked painful to keep something like that inside of him.
I had an interesting idea which I decided to share with him. I grabbed what was left of my drink and poured the chilled concoction down over the length of his column of flesh. He jumped startled, but I followed that cold elixir with the hot tip of my tongue. I made sure to warm him up before starting it all over again.
The added secret ingredient of his sticky syrup was a perfect complement to the White Russian flowing freely over the head. I was getting drunk on the liquor and on life at the same time. This was what I was missing from carrying a torch for a man who didn’t deserve it.
Nobody was paying us any mind. They were lost in their own conversation and sexual needs being met by another. The only person I had eyes for was this piece of rock hard candy. I was consciously aware that I was putting on a show worthy of the price of admission. I didn’t bother to turn to see who was watching me skin his flute with my mouth.
“It’s probably best that you stop this before you go too far. No man in their right mind would deny you anything.” I was spreading my wings sexually and flying by the seat of my pants.
I lapped at the eye of the protrusion of his elongated missile. Long strings stretched from my tongue to the huge helmet of his magnificent weapon. There was more where that came from and I was determined to see this through to the end.
“It doesn’t look like anything I’m going to say is going to stop you. The hard on you have in your mouth is because of you. I have reservations for the nude cruise and you should come with me. Snorkelling takes on a whole different dimension when you are naked.” He gave me an involuntary thrust of his hips making me swallow him down to the root.
I came up sputtering for air and he was apologizing with the liquid pools of blue of his eyes. I had to catch my breath, but I returned more determined than ever. This time I did not shy away from giving him the experience of feeling my throat.
I heard his grunt of approval and I was rating my technique by the number of moans that were coming out of his mouth. It was quite euphoric to have him where I wanted him. I could stop and there would be nothing he could do about it. I had no intention of doing that.
“You have a hot mouth and you know how to use it. Women claim to be the best, but they rarely ever measure up to the one that got away.” He was comparing me to a lost love and it was my job to make him forget about her.
I felt welcomed and Malcolm disappeared into the pleasing sensation that was being stirred up down below. I was in the perfect position to stick my hand down into the water to the juncture of my thighs.
There was no fear of being caught with my hand where it shouldn’t be. I could hear the muted sound of sex in the air. The grotto was meant to hide the natural urges coming to the surface. I had a feeling Alexis was a part of the cacophony of sexual sounds.
“Don’t even think about stopping now. I can’t even begin to describe to you how this makes me feel. The orgasm that has been playing hide and seek with you is no longer willing to play the game. I’m going to give you what you want, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’ve been known to be a little bit more than women can handle the first time.” He wasn’t really warning me.
It was more like he was daring me to cross that invisible line in the sand.
I thought mistakenly somebody was going to come over and break up this meeting of the minds and bodies. I saw out of the corner of my eye one of the staff carrying drinks. They didn’t even look twice. I had a feeling this display wasn’t the most daring thing they had seen in their employment.
I was really getting into the oral act of gratification. It was like the resort had become my own personal playground of sexual delights. My tongue showed him tricks I had learned under the teachings of a master. The one thing Malcolm had done for me was to give me an arsenal of sexual tricks to use at my discretion. He was a patient teacher and I found myself an avid student of the sexual game.
I was raking the inside of his legs with my blood red nails leaving a mark. He threw back his head in obvious enjoyment. The elation of tasting him was going to get a whole lot better in less time than it took to read the brochure for the resort.
I felt a pair of hands around my waist and a hot pair of lips on my neck. It gave me the necessary encouragement to work without a net. It was a woman’s hands and the delicate touch of her lips on my neck was followed by the trail of her fingers down my spine.
“Go ahead and do it. I really get off on watching others. I had to come over and express my gratitude. You can tell from the look on his face that he’s close. I can help you push him over the edge.” Her hand appeared and cradled his balls with a forceful and demanding touch.
My insatiable appetite was fed with the velocity of his seed shooting to the back of my mouth. I was happily devouring what he was giving me. How he had described it wasn’t an exaggeration. He drew a portrait on my tongue with this white coat.
The woman behind me was having a moment and then she floated away on her back to join her friends still in deep conversation at the bar.
Her spiky platinum blond hair was very sexy and showed off the angular shape of her neck.
My lips climbed over the head relieving him of the hot oven baking him to perfection. He ran his hands through my hair and used his finger to trace the lips that had just given him satisfaction.
“I want you to have dinner with me and I’m not taking no for an answer. You can bring your friends, but I would prefer to be alone with you. I can understand having strength in numbers.” How could I refuse an invitation like that after enjoying such intimacy? The answer was that I couldn’t and I didn’t want to.