"Rum Runner" Scott said as he handed me the glass.
The tall icy drink was sweet and strong going down my throat. I was on my chair with my eyes closed, basking in the sun. I needed this vacation.
"Where is Debbie?" I asked after I heard Scott sit in the lounge next to me. "Debbie's not feeling well. She's resting" he answered.
I loved his voice. Deep and rhythmic with a slight island accent.
"Hmm, Barry doesn't feel good either. Must have been the fish." I replied. Scott and I ordered steak the night before, our respective spouses ordered fish. My husband and I were vacationing in the Bahamas with Scott and his wife Debbie. Scott had grown up on the island, and we were staying with his family.
"You're skin is starting to burn" as he spoke, I could feel that he was close to me.
I didn't want to move I was so content. There were noises indicating movement, and then I felt his hands rubbing oil on me. He started with my legs rubbing the warm oil all over my calf and feet and giving my toes a massage as he rubbed the oil in between each one.
"mmmmm" I automatically moaned as he touched me. I had had several rum rummers and my head was slightly spinning. It felt like an out of body experience. He moved his hands up my thighs and lifted my legs to rub underneath. I felt him straddling my chair. Both hands rubbed under my thighs and I felt his fingers brush against my bathing suit. He then rubbed my fingers and hands, massaging and pushing the oil into my skin. He used both hands simultaneously, rubbing symmetrically.
I felt my nipples get hard and I started to feel an ache between my legs. He rubbed up my arms and over my shoulders.
"Turn over" he commanded. I kept my eyes closed as I rolled over. It was almost like a fantasy, and I was afraid if I opened my eyes, it would be my husband rubbing me instead of Scott. I wanted it to be Scott so I kept my eyes shut.
His hands were on my back, rubbing and massaging, then down my legs and to my feet. He hadn't actually done anything improper, perhaps he was genuinely concerned about my pale skin, and this was something he would do for anybody.
"That feels wonderful" I said. I was hoping he would reveal his true intentions by responding, but he just kept rubbing.
"In the Bahamas we have a custom" I could feel his breath on my ear.
"Treat our guests as we treat the ones we love" His tongue touched my ear, and I could feel his hands slipping slightly under my bathing suit to reach the edge of my breasts and the top of my ass.
I moaned again with pure pleasure. I have known Scott for several years, and I have always been attracted to him. I have also flirted with him on several occasions, and he has always flirted back. There has not been any indication from him that he was interested in any more from me. Although I was not crazy about his wife Debbie, since I thought he deserved better, he appeared to be happy with her.
"I want to give you a tour of my uncle's studio" he said abruptly, disrupting the tantalizing massage. He took my hand and helped me up.
"Bring your drink" he said.
He led me to the pool house. I had changed in there earlier; there was a sauna, bathroom and changing area. Scott led me to a door that I thought was a closet. Like many other doors on the property, there was a numeric keypad next to the opening. We had been given guest access codes when we arrived. Scott pressed several numbers and the door opened with a click.
He was still holding my hand, and he led me to a dark hallway that wrapped around the changing area. We went past a large one-way mirror and I recognized the room on the other side as the one I had used to change into my bathing suit. I wondered if Scott had been watching. I secretly hoped he had been.
I had worked hard this past year to tone my body. The hundreds and hundreds of sit-ups had paid off, and I felt good about myself. The bikini I wore had showed off my breasts, but also did a good job of covering my ass. I was still working on that part.
The hallway turned, and it was dark. I bumped right into Scott. He took my drink from me, and then he took my arms and held them above my head as he pushed me up against the wall. I could feel the whole front of his body pressed against mine. The feeling of his skin on mine sent electrical currents through my body.
"Jen, I need to be honest with you. " His lips were touching my ear. Sending chills down my spine.
" I put something in the fish last night, so that we could be alone today. Before we go in the studio, I want to hear you say that you want me as much as I want you and that you trust me to take care of you. After we go in, you will not be allowed to talk. You will be my slave, and I will be allowed to do anything I want to you. I will not hurt you, but will do just the opposite. I will love you like you have never been loved before."
He then touched my lips with his. His tongue licked my top lip, then my bottom, he sucked on my lips as his hands let go of mine and his fingers lightly touched my face. His tongue then explored my mouth, slowly, deeply. I let my tongue explore his lips.
"Will you let me love you?" he whispered.
"Oh yes" I moaned, my body already aching for him.
We went down a long staircase and he stopped in front of another door. There was a dim light there. He reached to a small opening next to the door and took out a silk scarf. "Finish your drink" he commanded as he rubbed the scarf on my shoulders, across my belly and around my back.
I finished my drink and handed him the glass. He put the glass on the shelf and turned me around. He tied the scarf around my eyes.
"My uncle had this studio built for himself and his lovers. He and I are the only ones in the family who know of its existence. I have never taken Debbie here, and I never will. This is why I brought you to my island"
He opened the door and led me through it. There was soft light coming through the scarf around my eyes. It smelled like vanilla candles. I imagined a room filled with soft candlelight.
He walked me about ten steps and told me to sit down. I sat on what felt like a bearskin rug. It was soft and warm. He left me and music then filled the room. The sounds of a steel drum with horns and bongos filled the room. It was rhythmic and sensual. I could feel the bass ripple through my body. I was sitting on the floor with my knees drawn up and my arms around them. I felt totally safe and peaceful.
I had not had any kind of physical relationship with anyone since marrying my husband. I didn't feel guilty about being here with Scott or for the kiss we shared. I have always enjoyed men, and I knew being here with Scott wouldn't make me enjoy my husband any less. The opposite was actually true. Sharing my body with another is a wonderful experience that shouldn't be denied by the vows taken within a marriage.
"Come with me" Scott took my hand and helped me up.
He led me to a wall and had me stand with my back against it. It didn't feel like a wall, but a soft mattress against my back. He took my right leg and tied it to the floor with a silk scarf. He took my left leg and spread it about three feet from my right, and tied it too.
I was standing there with my legs spread and my pussy was already wet. Standing in this position made my pussy lips pull apart, and I could feel the cool air between my legs through my bikini. He took my right arm, raised it above my head and wrapped some silk around my wrist to hold it there. He did the same with my left. I was now spread eagle, and it felt like I was tied to the floor and ceiling with my back pressed against a soft mattress.
I heard a mechanical sound, and the mattress was no longer against my back. I could feel Scott as he walked around my body. I felt a soft feather duster being rubbed on my back. It moved around to my belly, down my left leg, back up between my legs, almost touching my pussy, then down my right leg and back up. It circled my waist, across my tits and on my neck and back.
