I hired a small car and we took the Pacific Highway north as far as Maryborough, where we turned off and headed to the coast. Having found a secure place to leave the car near to the picturesque little marina, we boarded the ferry for the short trip to Fraser Island.
Our ‘unit’ was in fact a self-contained chalet, set up high so that it overlooked the whole resort complex and the seascape back to the mainland. No wonder it was one of the most expensive they had. Kingfisher Bay was designed primarily for “blobbing out” although it did have tennis courts and swimming pools if your really needed to be active, and quality shopping if you were really determined to spend money. The prime attraction on land was the island’s wildlife, its freshwater lakes, and its unique scenery. And one could take day and night-time field trips to explore both. We also found out in short order that, at 75 miles long by 22 mile wide, and nearly 800 feet high, Fraser Island is both a World Heritage Park and the biggest and tallest sand island in the whole world. Also, in the nearby seas, in Hervey Bay, one could go to see Humpback Whales really close-up.
Kate flopped, spread-eagled onto the bed with a dreamy smile on her lips, “I think Kingfisher Bay is just heaven!”
I kissed her mound through her shorts, “Hmmm, it’s not bad. But my idea of heaven is tucked away under all these clothes.”
“Oh, Greg! You are insatiable! And ‘all these clothes’? All I have on are shorts and panties, and my top of course. Not even a bra – see?” She pulled her top up to reveal her perky bare breasts.
“Grrrrr!” I growled, transferring my attentions to her lovely pink aureoles and was rewarded as they suddenly blossomed.
Kate pushed me off laughing, “Get away! They are very tender right now. And I’ve got to have a shower before we do anything like that. I’ve only got one pill left before I start my period and I usually start smelling really “strong” until it arrives!”
“All the more delicious!” I murmured kissing my way down her belly whilst swiftly undoing the button at the waistband of her shorts.
She pushed me away again, “Besides, I want to look around the resort properly before dinner and get some Panadol from the store in case I start feeling rotten with PMT.”
“Do you suffer badly with your periods?”
“Sometimes I’m a monster! But, I’ve never had one like this one before - after having lots of sex… any sex, I mean. So who knows what’ll happen. You don’t mind do you? Would you still have brought me here if I’d told you that we wouldn’t be able to fuck?”
“Kate, I can’t lie to you…” But I could see by her resigned look that my pathetic attempt at humour was falling flat, so, “Sweetheart, yes, I would still have asked you to come here with me. I love making love with you. But how many days have we had together as lovers? Four-and-a-half? For over ten years now, the single most important thing in my life, for me, has been to be with you. And nothing will ever alter that.”
The young female assistant in the pharmacy section spent a lot of time with Kate talking “women stuff” and I wandered elsewhere in the shop and left them to it. “She recommended these.” Kate showed me a colourful bottle later, “Evening Primrose Oil. I’ve never heard of it before. It’s supposed to help with water retention during PMT. I sometimes feel so tender and bloated; I’ll try anything once. But she did warn me that I’ll be wanting to pee every five minutes!”
In bed later that night, Kate was very restless. Eventually she got up to sit in a chair by the ranch-slider, naked, staring out into the night. The curtains were pulled right back and she was illuminated by the light of a full moon - a silver goddess with black nipples and shadowed eyes. After a while, I joined her, sitting at her feet with my chin resting on my forearm that was across her knees. After gazing at the sharp, moonlight-etched planes of her face and body for a few minutes. I murmured softly, “How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter!”
“What’s that?”
“The start of the most over-used, and now corniest seduction line of all,” I replied, “The Song of Solomon.”
“It doesn’t sound corny. How does it go?”
‘How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. Thy navel is like a round goblet which wanteth not liquor. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. Thy two breasts are like two roes that are twins. Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon…’
“And I’m afraid I can’t remember how it goes from there, it’s so long since I used it to seduce an innocent young virgin. But, as I recall, it later talks of your breasts being like clusters of grapes and your breath smelling like apples.”
“Greg, It’s beautiful. When we get home, we’ll have to get out the Bible and look it up.” She stroked my hair and the side of my face, “Will you stand up for me please?” Kate got me to stand astride her thighs with my crotch level with her face. Cupping my dangling “crown jewels” gently, she whispered, “You are so trusting…
“Thy balls are like two small birds nesting in my palm – so delicate, so fragile.” She bent her head and kissed each one, and my member surged erect.
“Thy phallus is beautiful, hot, living marble, shot through with purple veins.” She traced the ridged veins with her fingertips and then swooped them swiftly up the sensitive underside, making my cock leap
“Thy cap is a luscious purple forest mushroom, lush and warm and satin smooth.” She kissed my tip, caressing me with her tongue
“And thy pre-come is the finest wine, the taste of which is only surpassed by the full flood of your sperm as it floods my mouth in gushing streams.”
