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 âunitâ 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 âblobbing outâ 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 islandâs 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, âI think Kingfisher Bay is just heaven!â
I kissed her mound through her shorts, âHmmm, itâs not bad. But my idea of heaven is tucked away under all these clothes.â
âOh, Greg! You are insatiable! And âall these clothesâ? All I have on are shorts and panties, and my top of course. Not even a bra â see?â She pulled her top up to reveal her perky bare breasts.
âGrrrrr!â I growled, transferring my attentions to her lovely pink aureoles and was rewarded as they suddenly blossomed.
Kate pushed me off laughing, âGet away! They are very tender right now. And Iâve got to have a shower before we do anything like that. Iâve only got one pill left before I start my period and I usually start smelling really âstrongâ until it arrives!â
âAll the more delicious!â I murmured kissing my way down her belly whilst swiftly undoing the button at the waistband of her shorts.
She pushed me away again, âBesides, 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.â
âDo you suffer badly with your periods?â
âSometimes Iâm a monster! But, Iâve never had one like this one before - after having lots of sex⊠any sex, I mean. So who knows whatâll happen. You donât mind do you? Would you still have brought me here if Iâd told you that we wouldnât be able to fuck?â
âKate, I canât lie to youâŠâ But I could see by her resigned look that my pathetic attempt at humour was falling flat, so, âSweetheart, 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.â
The young female assistant in the pharmacy section spent a lot of time with Kate talking âwomen stuffâ and I wandered elsewhere in the shop and left them to it. âShe recommended these.â Kate showed me a colourful bottle later, âEvening Primrose Oil. Iâve never heard of it before. Itâs supposed to help with water retention during PMT. I sometimes feel so tender and bloated; Iâll try anything once. But she did warn me that Iâll be wanting to pee every five minutes!â
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, âHow beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O princeâs daughter!â
âWhatâs that?â
âThe start of the most over-used, and now corniest seduction line of all,â I replied, âThe Song of Solomon.â
âIt doesnât sound corny. How does it go?â
âHow beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O princeâs 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 HeshbonâŠâ
âAnd Iâm afraid I canât remember how it goes from there, itâs 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.â
âGreg, Itâs beautiful. When we get home, weâll have to get out the Bible and look it up.â She stroked my hair and the side of my face, âWill you stand up for me please?â Kate got me to stand astride her thighs with my crotch level with her face. Cupping my dangling âcrown jewelsâ gently, she whispered, âYou are so trustingâŠ
âThy balls are like two small birds nesting in my palm â so delicate, so fragile.â She bent her head and kissed each one, and my member surged erect.
âThy phallus is beautiful, hot, living marble, shot through with purple veins.â She traced the ridged veins with her fingertips and then swooped them swiftly up the sensitive underside, making my cock leap
âThy cap is a luscious purple forest mushroom, lush and warm and satin smooth.â She kissed my tip, caressing me with her tongue
âAnd 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.â
Kate looked up at me and smiled. And I fell into her Vertigo Eyes yet again.
âThatâs not from the Bible,â I managed to croak.
âNo. Kate OâDonnell, 1999,â She smiled again, âI have to go to the bathroom. Make love to me when I come back.â
When Kate returned I was laid in the centre of the bed, holding my erection vertical with my fingers. âAh, good!â She sighed, and knelt beside me on the bed and took my rampant tool deep in her mouth. She wet me thoroughly with her saliva, then, in one swift movement, swung her leg astride me and thrust her pussy down hard, enclosing me to the hilt. She sat on me with her head thrown back and eyes closed. She sucked air frantically, her breasts shaking and quivering in the moonlight, âOh! Oh! Oh, Greg! That feels soooo good! And so right! Your cock was made just for my pussy!â
I reached up to kiss her bulging nipples, but she pushed me back down again. âOh God! No! My breasts are so tender Iâll explode! Please, just hold my bottom and donât touch me anywhere else. Please, let me do everything.â
Then Kate started undulating on my tool, rotating her pelvis, clenching and releasing her stomach muscles and driving me deeper, ever deeper into her hot, clinging insides. The velvet walls of her pussy gripped and freed my shaft as she flexed the muscles of her ass, massaging my whole length like an all-encompassing hand and taking me closer and closer to orgasm. Kate sensed I was near to climax and backed away until she held only my mushroom cap in her entrance. She worked her muscles again, clamping my glans rhythmically, holding me on a nerve-screaming edge for nearly minute. And when she sensed the first tick-tick-tick of my orgasmic spasms, she thrust herself down hard on me again, the sudden rush of her velvety warmth pushing me over the brink in a wild, pulsing spray of sperm against her womb.
The instant Kate felt my hot flood burst inside her, she too orgasmed violently, biting her lower lip to suppress the wild scream she knew would waken the whole resort complex. Then she collapsed on me, sobbing my name and begging me to stay hard with her until her convulsions ceased.
By the time I finally softened and slipped out of her, releasing a flood of my sperm and other juices to join those that had flowed out of her around my cock while we fucked, Kate was fast asleep. I pulled the light bedcovers over us without disturbing her and drifted away myself, wondering how much longer this miraculous relationship could last.
Kate got up a couple of times in the night to take a leak, but each time she returned to lay on top of me with her lips pressed to the side of my throat. When she returned for a third time, at about dawn, she sleepily reached down between us and stroked my member back to hardness. Then, with a happy sigh of contentment, she slipped it back into her warm channel and promptly fell asleep again. I gently, very gently moved my cock in her until, with Kate still sound asleep, I felt her pussy walls flutter in a soft, rolling come that didnât disturb her slumber one little bit. She told me later, when she woke, that sheâd had a very erotic dream, but wasnât prepared to admit who had figured in it except to say, âAnd it wasnât Stavros either.â
We spent the next two days doing all the tourist things: tripping around the island admiring the lakes and the rain forests and the bird life. One night we went on a safari to see the dingoes, probably the only purebred native wild dogs left in Australia. And we also went to see the whales. The digital camera got put to more conventional uses throughout.
Kate kept her PMT tensions to herself, but displayed the occasional flash of irritation whenever I became particularly foolish. Her sense of humour was on a very short leash during that time. On our last day at Kingfisher Bay, after we had got over the trauma of packing up with the realisation that our idyll was almost over, Kateâs mood suddenly changed. In some inexplicable way she became âkittenishâ almost to the extent of winding herself around and rubbing against me like a cat demanding attention. It was all very nice, but very perplexing to a mere male.
We retrieved our rental car in the mid-afternoon and set off back to Brisbane. Kate was very restless, shifting in her seat and fiddling with the radio trying to find music stations that she liked. The tension in the car was rising exponentially and things finally came to a head when, just north of Gympie, we came to a grinding halt in a massive traffic jam. Word filtered back to us that a huge truck and trailer unit had jack-knifed and rolled, spilling tons of vegetables all over both the South and North carriageways. Other vehicles had skidded and collided while trying to avoid the mess, totally blocking the highway. Weâd be held up for hours.