Normally I hate grocery shopping, but I enjoyed my trips to the market on the island. It was much smaller than stores at home, but the gorgeous assortment of fruits, vegetables, beef, and seafood was amazing, sensual even. The colors and textures were fresh, pure, vivid - delicious to my eyes.
It was day six of my trip. After our unexpected encounter with the stranger on the first day, the six of us had gone our own ways. But tonight we planned to regroup for a dinner party.
I offered to host my new friends this particular evening since the group I had travelled with was leaving on an excursion that would last most of the day and night. I chose not to go, and since the house we had rented was incredible, made for entertaining, it seemed the perfect location.
So here I was, in the market choosing what to make for dinner when his voice caught my ear.
I glanced over my shoulder and saw him at a wine sampling stand. He was struggling with his Spanish as he tried to ask the pretty young store employee about which type to purchase.
A thought came into my mind. A devious thought, and I almost dismissed it. But I couldn't shake it as I watched him out of the corner of my eye, remembering how he had submitted his body to us on the beach. Remembering how his mouth felt, how he tasted. I decided I'd take a risk.
I reached into my bag and found a piece of paper and pen. I wrote the address of my rental house and the words "7:30 pm, SHARP."
With my basket over my arm, I walked toward the stand. He was still trying to ask the girl about wine when I approached, handed him the note, then walked away.
I continued shopping and didn't see him again in the market. It was a long shot, but I couldn't resist making the invitation. Only time would tell if he would show up.
The rest of my afternoon was spent in solitude at the house. Swimming in the pool, then a shower, followed by primping for the dinner party. I chose a dress and put my hair up.
My guests began to arrive and I was happy to see that they had all dressed for the occasion also. The wine flowed and we sat in the outdoor dining area, watching the toucans that gathered in the trees everyday at sunset.
The view of the sun lowering itself into the horizon from here was breathtaking. The ocean, the jungle, the sounds of nature were all peaceful but yet very erotic to me. Especially tonight. Although I didn't expect him to come, the idea that he might heightened my senses.
And at precisely 7:30, I heard the sound of the heavy brass door knock bang three times.
All six of us went into the large foyer and I slowly opened the door. He stood there in the entryway, bottle of wine in hand. He towered over me with a sly grin on his face as he noticed the whole group was there.
I knew he was thinking about how we each tasted, and how we had spanked and tortured him and sucked his cock. But if he was expecting an orgy tonight he would soon learn that my plans were quite different.
"Strip," I commanded.
He turned to look back at the small caretakers' house just across the circular driveway. All the lights were on there.
"Here?" he asked.
"Yes. You cannot enter unless you are nude," I replied.
Glancing back again, then returning his gaze to us, he began to remove his clothes.
"Yes ma'am," he muttered.
He placed his clothing and shoes outside the door and stood before us waiting to be allowed inside.
"Very good," I said. "We are hungry, follow me."
He complied and I lead him into the kitchen where the bounty of food I had purchased at the market was laid out on the dark granite top of the kitchen island.
"You have everything you need here to cook dinner. Get to it."
For a moment he had a confused expression, but soon began locating the cookware and surveying the food to consider what he could prepare.
We sat on the bar stools around the island and at the counter on the far side of the large kitchen, observing him. He fumbled around, not knowing where anything was kept, conscious of the contrast of his nudity to our dressy attire.
Soon we were back to laughing and talking as he moved around the kitchen, chopping and slicing a plate of fresh fruit. He sat the platter before me and started to turn away until I said a stern "no." I opened my mouth and he knew what I meant. He placed a slice of mango on my tongue. "Very good, continue cooking now," I directed.
As he prepared dinner it was obvious he felt our stares as we watched him, whispered and laughed. He focused on his task but his growing cock gave away his arousal.
"I need a refill," said one of the women, holding up her empty wine glass. He picked up an open bottle of merlot and walked to her. She handed him her glass and while he poured the wine she slapped his cock side to side with her hands.
"Nice, you didn't spill a drop," she complimented.
