The first time I saw Kiera was as we both reached for the tongs to choose a piece of papaya at the breakfast buffet at the Fiji resort where we were both holidaying. There was a polite exchange as he both insisted the other go first, and after she graciously agreed to go first, we went our separate ways, she finding other healthy treats to start the day, while I tried, and failed, to avoid the bacon. That doesn't mean that I didn't really notice her, with her long black hair draped across her bare shoulders, and the light summer dress with the spaghetti straps over a red bikini. She was sitting at a table across the restaurant with two other women, each of which was almost as beautiful as the papaya woman. At that point, I had no idea what her name was. As I walked past their table, I heard them discussing spending the morning at the pool, so that helped me decide how I was going to spend the morning.
I settled by the pool in a shady spot, pulled out my Kindle and picked up where I had left off in the trashy holiday thriller I was reading. The three women arrived about half an hour later, walking between me and the pool before they settled about fifteen metres further along, also in a shady spot. The forecast was for a pleasant twenty-eight degrees, but the Fiji sun can be vicious, and I had learned on day one to avoid its full glare except in limited doses. At least now most of my sunburn had faded.
I try not to be too creepy when admiring strange women, or at least not be caught, but after a quick dip in the pool to cool off, I did reposition my pool lounge to give me a better view of the three of them. They truly were stunning, but my attention was really drawn to the papaya woman. When they had walked past me earlier, she had been wearing the same summer dress she was wearing at breakfast, her red bikini clearly visible through the thin material. But eventually, she undid a few buttons and pulled the dress over her head. Her bikini was small, but still sensible, leaving something to the imagination, compared to the silly G strings that some other women were wearing. Her taut belly, long legs and stunning breasts were hard to miss, and I tried really hard not to stare. As I looked away, I saw a hint of a smile on her face, and I had to wonder if she has caught me looking.
When she dived in for a swim, so did I. I was able to make an embarrassing and inane comment to her about how great the resort was as we floated past each other. But when I got out, we definitely made eye contact and we gave each other a friendly smile. We made eye contact again later, as we both looked up from our books at the same time, but this time she gave me a little nod as well as a smile. Finally, I dived in for a swim and she followed, suggesting we swim over to the poolside bar and get a drink. I found out that her name was Kiera and that up close, her eyes were a deep brown and I felt as though I was sinking in them. Watching the water drip off her breasts, as we sat at the bar, her nipples hard and prominent through the bikini top, I was glad I was wearing board shorts as my cock was definitely stirring as I imagined possibilities of where this drink may lead.
At lunch, we chatted easily. I mentioned that I liked to go for a walk in the evening and that last night, I had almost tripped over a couple having sex on the beach. Fortunately, they were being quite vocal, so I heard them before I got too close. She thought that that was hilarious, but an interesting look passed across her face, as though she was contemplating possibilities. I suggested that tonight I might walk around the golf course instead, and I was impressed when she made a really crude comment about getting a hole in one. I also found out that she and her friends, were only staying for another night, then they were heading back to reality.
I was disappointed that Kiera and her friends had arranged a snorkelling trip for the afternoon, that was now booked out, and had plans to go into town to celebrate her friend's birthday at a fancy restaurant. I looked hopeful, but she didn't invite me.
After dinner, I had a quite drink, enjoying the rapid tropical sunset and by the time I decided to go for a walk, it was quite dark, but the moon was rising. I considered a walk along the beach, but remembering my discussion with Kiera, I headed for the golf course. As I approached the 16
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green, I was aware of movement in the dark, and almost decided to head back to my room, not really wanting to trip over another bonking couple, but as I got closer, I realised that it was just one person, probably a woman. Trying to decide if I should give her some privacy, maybe she was waiting for her partner, I then realised that it was Kiera.
As I approached her, I could see that she was standing on a blanket and that there was a bottle of wine and two glasses propped up against a basket. I walked up to her and stopped a couple of metres away, smiling.
"Are you expecting someone" I asked?
She smiled back at me. She was wearing another of her short summer dresses, this one coming to mid-thigh, made of the lightest of material that seemed to float around her body, more spaghetti straps, one of which had slipped off her shoulder, and this time, a number of buttons at the top undone. In the moonlight, I could make out the swell of her breasts as she breathed.
"Maybe" she responded. "Do you know of anyone who was planning on taking a walk on the golf course tonight?"
"So, you were just waiting to see who might come along and share your bottle of wine" I asked, with a huge smile on my face.
"I was thinking I would share more than my wine" she replied and stepped towards me. She put her hands on my hips and pulled herself against my body. I could feel the warmth of her against my belly and cock as she looked up at me. My hands naturally fell to her hips, then around her back, feeling her warm body through the thin material of her dress. Our kiss was tentative at first, just our lips exploring each other, then our tongues on each other's lips, then exploring deeper. She did this amazingly sexy think where she took my tongue between her lips and sucked on it, sending urgent sensations to my groin, making me grind my hardening cock against her belly, while she pushed back against me needingly.
Eventually she broke off the kiss and stood back, both of us panting, wanting more, our eyes roaming over each other's bodies, admiring, needing.
"Fuck" I said. "Wow".
With a quick simple action, she pulled her dress up over her head and threw it onto the blanket. She was wearing just a pair of white lacy panties. I had already seen her in a bikini, and of course I had imagined what she would look like naked, but the reality was so much better than my imagination. Her breasts were perfectly shaped and glowed in the moonlight, her belly was tight, and her legs looked strong and firm.
She lay herself down on the blanket, her dark hair fanned out around her head and her knees pulled up and tightly together.
"Get undressed" she told me.
"Should we go back to me room" I asked, just enjoying looking down at her as she opened her knees slightly.
"Later."
I pulled my shirt off over my head then pushed down my pants and underpants, leaving them in a pile beside her dress. My cock was mostly hard, and I stroked it gently watching the look on face change from curiosity to lust as her eyes played over my body, but mostly focused on my cock.
I knelt down in front of her, pushing her knees apart gently, then, starting at her knees, kissed my way up the inside of her thigh, tracing the softest skin with my lips and tongue. I heard her sigh quietly as she spread her legs further apart, making sure I had all the access that I needed. As I ran my lips around the edge of her panties I could smell her arousal, that most intoxicating of perfumes, a warm wet pussy that wanted me.
I teased her for a bit, moving up to her belly, and nibbling along the top of her panties, then tracing the line of the cotton edge, back to between her legs. I made sure that she could feel my hot breath against her skin and through her panties, directly over her pussy.
"God, stop teasing" she cried eventually, arching her pussy up against my mouth. "Just fuck me. I need you inside me."
"I'll fuck you" I told her. "But I want to hear you come first."
I reached up and took hold of her panties in both hands, and pulled them down over her arse, then down across her legs. I threw them somewhere in the direction of her dress. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, just how I had hoped.
