THE ISLAND
Part 16: Dreams and Enticements
By Gortmundy.
Barabus felt thoroughly awkward when he arrived for the lesson. The very idea of sitting across from Susan after what he'd done to her the previous day twisted his insides with anxiety, but he drew a deep breath, pushed the feelings down and strode out onto the balcony as if filled with confidence.
"Good morning, Susan, how are we today?"
The blonde girl tilted her head slightly and regarded him, the glitter of her blue eyes and the set of her slight smile already made him uneasy.
"How long have we got until the lesson starts?"
He fumbled with his watch fob nervously, "Er, a few minutes, why?"
"Good."
Susan slid from the carefully placed pillow on her chair and moved closer to the big man.
"Now Susan, I don't quite know what you have in min..."
The blonde swung her arms around his stocky torso and drew him in for a deep hug.
"Thanks, Barnie, for yesterday. I needed it."
His voice shook, "You don't hate me then?"
"Never."
He shuddered as relief flowed through him and his arms went about her, "Oh thank God."
He looked down at her and it took him a moment before he could speak, "I loathed it, please don't make me do anything like that ever again."
"You won't need to," she gave him a sly grin before adding, "though if I'm ever feeling a little randy and want my bum smacked a bit before I go molest Natassia, I might just push a couple of your buttons, so no promises."
"Jesus Christ girl, you're going to give a heart attack."
Susan pouted, "Oh, so you don't want to smack my bum anymore. All of a sudden, my bum's not good enough for you is that it?"
Susan shouted back into the suite, "Natassia! Barnie doesn't like my bum anymore."
Natassia's laughter could be heard as she called back, "What a bastard! Let a guy thrash you just once and he loses all respect. Bloody typical."
Barabus shook his head and laughed, holding his hands up in mock surrender, "Alright, I yield! I suppose I can admit to finding certain aspects of your derriere moderately pleasing to the hand and eye," his face sobered, "but not yesterday, that was not my idea of fun at all."
"My derriere is only 'moderately' pleasing?"
The chime on his watch sounded, "Oh thank fuc... ahem, I mean saved by the bell my dear. Now I believe we are reading today."
Portia shook herself from a
very
pleasant daydream as Gunter approached. She was looking out over the garden from her balcony, and he could see the winsome smile on her face.
Her night with Susan had been quite spectacular. Portia hadn't realised just how frustrated and just how damned horny she had become lately. Cassius was a wonderful man and a skilled, considerate, satisfying lover, but he was away more than three-quarters of the time and just watching the joy and sheer amount of exuberant life the young men and women of the household had about them made her feel his absence more keenly than normal. She giggled as she thought about her vibrator, "
If I use it any more often the poor thing will be worn to a stub.
"
Her thoughts drifted over how Susan had guided her into the bedroom and onto the bed, fumbling with the buttons of her blouse and sliding it from her shoulders. The young blonde pushed her bra up over her generous breasts and Portia had hissed with pleasure, fingers clenching reflexively on the bedsheets, as she lowered her mouth and teased first one nipple and then the other with her tongue.
Portia raised herself to make it easier when Susan unbuttoned her trousers and wiggled them over her hips, pulling them down along her long legs and over her feet. She gave a low moan of anticipation when she realised her panties had been slid away at the same time and she was naked from the waist down.
The blonde moved up along her body and buried her face between her thighs and Portia almost screamed as the girl's tongue repeatedly slid along the folds of her pussy and began to tease her clitoris. She gripped Susan's long blonde hair tightly in both hands and writhed in ecstasy as her tongue worked its magic.
Portia recalled how, many years ago, not long after her eighteenth birthday, she had returned from finishing school for the summer and her mama had caught her in the gardening shed being screwed by both the groundskeepers. Her screams of passion and shouts of "Fuck me!" as they shafted her vigorously had been heard over half the estate and mama had dragged the near-naked girl back into the kitchen where she used a switch on her already bare arse with a vengeance.
Bent over the kitchen table, shrieking with indignation and pain, still with the residue of her romp with the gardeners trickling down her thighs she had cursed and swore like a sailor as mama brought that damned switch hissing down across her ass time and again.
She recalled mama's scolding as she swung the switch all the harder, shouting "God gave you your looks Portia, but the Devil gave you that tongue, you little tramp!"
Portia giggled as she remembered how the very next day, she was back in that gardening shed, showing off the enticing pattern of parallel weals her mama had raised across her buttocks to the gardeners. They at least had shown a proper level of sympathy by kissing them better.
Looking into Susan's twinkling blue eyes she thought how well her mama's phrase fitted the blonde. She looked like an angel, as though butter wouldn't melt in that innocent mouth, but the Devil himself must have taught her how to use that tongue as she effortlessly brought Portia from one devastating orgasm to another.
Eventually, Portia gave a long wailing scream of passion and collapsed. Her whole body was quivering uncontrollably, she was panting like she had run a marathon and her skin was covered in a sheen of perspiration. Sweat dripped from her brow and gathered between her heaving breasts.
Susan slithered up along her body like a cat, kissing and fondling every inch of her, one hand trailing along her thigh, moving between her legs where first one and then a second finger effortlessly slid into the oily warmth of her pussy. The blonde kissed her on the mouth, slipping her tongue delicately past her lips as her fingers gently teased the woman and Portia could only wrap her arms around the girl and gasp breathlessly as her hips bucked and writhed.
Afterwards, Susan held the exhausted, satisfied woman close, gently kissing her neck and caressing her face and breasts while her other hand stroked along the curve of her hips and the satin-smooth skin of her ass, all the while whispering how beautiful she was, how desirable. Portia hadn't felt so 'wanted' in such a long time, tears formed in the corners of her eyes, and they stayed like that, wrapped in the warmth of each other's arms until she drifted off to sleep.
In the morning Susan was gone, she had slipped away like a dream as Portia slept, leaving only her faint scent behind as a reminder.
Gunter watched as she looked out over the garden, her shoulders swayed, and she smiled as if lost in some pleasant memory.
"
She looks happier
."
Portia sighed and looked around at his approach, "Oh, hello Gunter, care for some coffee, it's fresh?"
Gunter poured himself a cup and sat, watching the woman as she nibbled one leg of her sunglasses in an almost playful way. "Gunter?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Have you hired a bunch of new groundskeepers?"
