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After they rested, a warm tropical rain began to fall. She stood, letting the rain cascade down her body. And Freddie laughed while she twirled around, playing like a schoolgirl in the rain. They went in to take a real shower and clean off. It was one of those large Roman showers that more fit two or more people easily. Freddie stared while she soaped up and rinsed off. When he closed his eyes to rinse out the shampoo he felt warmth engulfing his penis. He gazed down to see her on her knees in front of him. She grabbed onto his rear end and sucked him quickly. The water ran down her face and red lips but she never slowed down. In and out, faster and faster, it was like she couldn’t get enough. She licked him like a lollipop and then reached under him to massage his balls. His eyes closed tight and he clutched onto the showerhead to keep his balance. She reached up with her long fingernails to dig into his chest and abdomen and made his skin bleed while she deep throated him. He collapsed onto the floor and she finished him off. Then she washed him clean, helped him into bed and kissed him softly on the forehead.
“I’m going to go get something other than you to eat from room service. I’ll order something for you too.”
His head still spinning, he rolled over and fell fast asleep. The loud banging on the door woke him and he staggered to the door, holding onto his sore family jewels.
“Room service!” The guy brought Freddie a nice omelet breakfast and a note. The waiter handed him the bill, and Freddie gave him five bucks and slammed the door behind him. He sat down still holding his sore balls and opened the note.
“Thanks for a great evening and a great Jamaican vacation. Freddie, you were wonderful.” It was signed “V.”
He sat there bewildered. He’d finally met someone he connected with mentally and physically and now she’d vanished. Damn, this really sucks.
The next morning while Freddie was checking out he looked around the lobby, hoping in vain to see her again. He didn’t even know her name. Why doesn’t anything ever go right for me? Well, at least he had a grand night to remember and he’d forgotten his problems for a while.
“Uh, sir, your credit card company won’t cover your bill,” the clerk said.
“What? That’s a gold card with a $10,000 limit. Let me see my bill. What the fuck is this? Two rooms, room service for both rooms, a $300 bill for a dress, a $200 bar tab, $3000 for special privileges and airfare to Boston? These aren’t mine!”
“Sir, your wife had your credit card, passport and your ID so we assumed...”
“But I’m not married!”
“Well she was with you in the bar the other night and at the pool when you checked in. She was a lovely woman and a great tipper.”
“What else could go wrong?” Freddie was crestfallen.
“How will you be paying, sir?”
“Uh, I’m not sure.”
“Can I see your passport?”
“Uh oh.”
The Urge
They laughed as they walked up the stairs after their romantic dinner. Leanne was a little tense. She wasn’t very experienced at bringing men home and the thought of being clumsy or looking frigid made her nervous.
Dinner was extraordinary. They’d gone to a Mexican restaurant and had her favorite, Chili Verde and refried beans. She’d also had a few margaritas, and flour tortillas that she’d playfully rolled up and slid in and out of her mouth, teasing Will. Leanne was a pretty woman. She was a little tall for most men at 5 feet 10 inches but most of it was long legs, and she often wore skirts to accentuate them. Will had no problem with her height since he was over 6 feet tall. He had a medium build and was handsome.
After she opened the door, she leaned back against the frame and touched his face with her hand. She pulled him towards her and they kissed softly. He sighed. He kept kissing her slowly, moving his hand up her side to just below her breast. She backed into the house, leading him with her hands grasping his neck. The door swung shut and the dim light from the kitchen was enough for him to see. He knelt down, wrapped his arms around her bottom and lifted her up. Will buried his face in her cleavage and her perfume filled his lungs. The soft skin of her breasts made his mouth drool. He could see that she wore silk undergarments with a lace ruffle, his favorite. He carried her and followed her directions to the bedroom, clutching her tight and licking her breasts. Her long hair hung down her back as she threw her head back, feeling wanton and scared at the same time.
It had been a long time for Leanne and she did not want to be obvious. She tried hard to keep herself in control and control her heavy breathing. When Will set her down she grabbed the matches she’d left on the bureau and walked around the room lighting candles. As she lit the last few Will came up behind her, picked her up and laid her on the table. She moaned softly; it was as if the beast in her wanted to be set free. She’d needed to be wanted like this. Although they’d only had two other dates, she wanted Will. She was already moistening her underwear and the fires in her heart made the nectar sweeter.
“I want you so badly that I can taste it.” Will whispered as they kissed on the table. His weight crushed against her and she loved how he felt against her. She felt him harden as he pressed his groin against hers, making love to her through their clothes.
Leanne had been holding the feelings in since after dinner. She wanted to set them fre
e. Her passion increased the need to let herself go, but she held it in. She couldn’t lose control yet. She wanted to so bad but was afraid of what Will would think of her. She knew she looked very proper and probably seemed a little stuck up. But Will kept kissing her and moved his hands to her supple breasts, massaging them softly, molding them to his hands. She enjoyed the attention he gave to details and knew where he was heading.
He glided his hands up her long legs as he kissed her midsection. His fingers found the wet lace and could feel how nervous she was by the twitching of her stomach as he kissed it. She was so soft, so sweet, so sexy. Her anticipation was apparent to him. The way she moaned and leaned her head back as he pulled her soaked panties down her luscious legs were his cue to what he should do. Will kissed her ankle, moving his hand down the back of her leg, opening it wide for him. She was nervous because she’d never had a man go down on her the right way. Her other boyfriends had never taken the time to appreciate how much pleasure a woman derives from oral sex.
The sight of the succulent lips between her legs made his pants feel like a cage to a beast. The way the folds opened as his finger touched it made him gasp. She was Venus. The tight opening tensed around his finger, but he felt wetness build as he slid his finger in all the way to his palm. He grasped her muff in his hand using his thumb to massage around her clit. Her arms fell over the side and she almost succumbed to the feeling to let go of the swelling desire to burst.
Will’s mouth was hot against her soft inner thigh. She was losing control and her mind wandered at the forceful way he was moved her towards heavenly fire. His tongue dripped saliva on her pubis as if he was an animal getting ready to eat his prey. He kissed her patch of pubic hair and smelled the perfume she’d put there just in case. Then he licked the length of her opening, making her moan loud. She couldn’t hold it any more when he pressed hard on her abdomen and buried his mouth against her.
In some cultures it is a compliment, in others an insult. But after a great meal and the tension of the moment, she let it go. With his mouth firmly pressed against her pussy she ripped loose a Richter scale fart that echoed across the room and made the table tremble. It must have lasted 15 seconds and was wet, loud and, most of all, stinky. You could hear a pin drop afterwards. So she ripped a smaller one that ended with a hiss.
Will looked up and saw the fire on the candles flicker and glow brighter. As he pulled his mouth away, the rumbling sound of a motorboat was heard from her anus and she giggled hysterically.
