Maing Trouble in Paradise

NOTE: This is my first posted story. It's part of a longer series, describing a young woman's adventures in Tahiti, where she explores herself, her sexuality, and her perspectives on living a balanced life. If you like and would like to read more, please vote and comment. Thanks!

CHAPTER 4

Rob jerked the wheel sharply to pass a slow moving produce truck on the two-lane road that led home from the dive shop. Unfortunately, the afternoon dive consisted of three pairs of newlyweds who earned their dive certifications right before flying to the islands. This meant a lot of hand holding, assurances that great white sharks were not native to French Polynesia, and triple-checking everyone's gear to make sure that tanks were turned on, regulators were working correctly, and a myriad of other minor inconveniences, all of which caused the boat to be a half hour late returning to the dock. Ordinarily, Rob was laid-back and these kinds of things didn't bother him, but he was stressed about making it home in time to get cleaned up before seeing Jennifer again.

He pulled his three-decade old Isuzu pickup into the driveway and slammed it into park, grabbing his backpack and hopping out without bothering to roll up the windows or lock the doors. The open windows were a matter of security and convenience - security in the sense that thieves wouldn't bother breaking the glass and would likely assume there was nothing inside worth stealing, convenience because the air conditioning hadn't worked since he bought it so fresh air kept the cab from turning into a sweat box.

Rob was fishing his house key from his pocket when he noticed that the front door was slightly ajar. Cautiously, he eased the door open slowly and peered inside, wary of interrupting home invaders already at work. Instead, he found the television tuned to daytime soaps and a half-naked woman lounging on his couch. Clad only in a pair of white cotton panties and a cut-off 80's hair band t-shirt, she stared intently with startling blue eyes at the flickering screen, oblivious of his presence, her curly brown hair resting gently on a sofa cushion. Rob pulled the door closed behind him and the sound startled her.

"Bianca, what exactly are you doing here in the middle of the day?" he asked, tossing his backpack into a corner.

"Well hello to you too," she sassed back. "The air is out at my apartment so I came over to watch my shows here. Is my brother with you?"

"No, he had to stay behind and do some work on the boat," Rob explained. "Which reminds me - I need you to drive him home after your show tonight."

Bianca took a deep breath and sighed, causing her breasts to momentarily strain against the worn t-shirt fabric. Rob was pretty sure that she hadn't bothered putting on a bra today.

"Are you serious? What if I had plans tonight?" she asked. "Did you think of that?"

"Do you have plans tonight?" Rob asked.

"Not yet."

"Well, I do, so I need you to pick him up."

Bianca perked up and shifted to a sitting position on the couch, leaning over the back to give Rob her full attention.

"Hold up - do you have a... date?" she asked in a teasing voice as Rob brushed past her and headed to the kitchen.

"I'm not sure I want to share my dating life with my ex-girlfriend," Rob replied, pulling a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter from the refrigerator. "Boundaries?"

"Oh c'mon," Bianca answered with an eyeroll. "I'm not your ex; I'm your 'voluptuous non-judgmental friend with benefits'."

"Look, it's weird," he said flatly, smearing peanut butter on bread and taking a bite. With his mouth half full, he added "But if you must know - yes, I'm meeting someone for drinks."

"Local?"

"No."

Bianca laughed and hopped up off the couch.

"Tourist?" she questioned, sauntering into the kitchen to stand behind Rob. "At least it's not serious, right?" Bianca's arms circled around him, her hands groping his abs and pulling him back against her, pressing her full breasts up against his back until Rob could feel her hardened nipples through her t-shirt. Based on their height differential (Rob being exceptionally tall and Bianca average height), he could feel her cheek bone between his shoulder blades when she rested her head on his back. Her touch sent shivers up Rob's spine and stirred sensations below his waist.

"C'mon B, what're you doing?" he asked in between chews, looking down at her hands as they ran up and down his chest.

"Tourists don't count," she purred. "They're literally here today, gone tomorrow. But today... well, I've been watching my soaps all day and it's gotten me a little... frisky."

"Sure it's friskiness and not jealousy?"

"Oh please," she scoffed. "I'm not sweating some big city princess looking for her tropical fling. And there's no reason for me to be jealous because... we're not dating anymore." Her hands drifted down to the crotch of Rob's board shorts and gave his rapidly swelling penis a gentle squeeze. Rob swiveled his hips away and stepped aside to face her.

"B, seriously - what are you doing?" he asked, almost choking on a bite. His mouth was suddenly very dry and the stickiness of the peanut butter wasn't helping matters.

"Um, we were pretty clear about the deal," she answered with a seductive smile. "You live and work with my brother, so we're going to keep seeing each other - the island just isn't that big. And while we weren't so good at the relationship stuff, the sex was pretty incredible, so when one of us is feeling 'urges', well..." She popped her hands out to her sides in a "ta-da" pose. Rob laughed and polished off the remainder of his sandwich.

"I need to take a rain check," he answered, sucking peanut butter off his fingers. "I'm supposed to be back at the resort by eight."

Bianca jutted out her bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. "You're no fun."

Rob threw the loaf of bread and peanut butter back into the refrigerator and headed down the hall to his bedroom. "You've got the house all to yourself for a couple hours," he called back over his shoulder. "I'm sure you can relieve the pressure in other ways."

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Rob peeled off his shirt and slipped out of his board shorts, tossing them in the overflowing hamper in his closet. Free of its constraints, his semi-rigid penis flopped against his leg as he headed toward the bathroom he shared with Pat. Rob pulled back the white vinyl shower curtain and hopped in the shower, turning the dial to room temperature. He dipped his head under the cold water before it had fully warmed up, wetting his hair and trying to rein in the libido that Bianca had so successfully stirred up.

What was he doing with Jennifer, he asked himself. Bianca was right - he'd dated a couple tourists before and had a good time, but each had a clearly-defined expiration date. It only really worked if both parties had their eyes wide open about what was really going on. In one case, the girl had "caught feelings" and it made their parting especially awkward. Truth be told, he didn't mind being the "tropical fling" they told their friends back home about, even if it was a bit shallow and emotionally empty. Emotions were a complicated thing and he was still trying to figure himself out, so asking someone else to come along for the ride wasn't fair to either of them.

Squirting a handful of shampoo from the bottle, Rob closed his eyes and began massaging it into his scalp. Moments later, he heard the shower curtain slide aside and felt a naked warm body press up against his back. Bianca's hands began caressing Rob's six pack abs again and tracing along his shaved chest. He gave a heavy sigh as his dick began swelling again.

"B, I thought I was clear. I can't play with you tonight."

"I know, you told me - you need to shower before heading to the resort. Well, so do I and there's only one shower," she reasoned. Her hands drifted further down, taking hold of his pulsing penis. Rob ducked his head under the stream of water to rinse away the shampoo and carefully opened his eyes.

"This is happening, isn't it?" he asked, resigned.

"You bet your sweet ass it is," Bianca replied, reaching back with her right hand to spank and grab a handful of Rob's right butt cheek.

Rob turned around and stared down into Bianca's intoxicating blue eyes. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, dropping his head toward her for a passionate kiss. Their lips met under the warming water, tongues pressing together and savoring the taste of each other. Bianca's curvaceous breasts with dark pink nipples pressed tantalizingly against his chest.

"You taste like peanut butter," Bianca gasped between kisses, while Rob cupped her firm ass in his hands and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"You taste... incredible," Rob replied, feeling Bianca's own hands slide up his back.

As their kissing intensified, Rob's throbbing member started getting in the way, poking Bianca gently but insistently in the abdomen. Releasing Rob, her hands drifted down to take hold, stroking his dick slowly up and down. She finally broke their kiss, still looking up into Rob's eyes, then slowly dropped to her knees. In this case, the height differential worked to their advantage and Bianca slipped the head of Rob's cock into her mouth without needing to bend her neck. Still holding onto his dick with both hands, Bianca applied a slight suction to the head, swirling her tongue around the mushroom tip while firmly stroking the shaft. Rob dropped his hands to either side of her head, pulling her hair back and savoring the undeniably erotic sight of her bobbing head over his throbbing penis. He was reminded again that her blowjob technique was the best he'd ever experienced and in some sense too good, as he felt a tingling constriction in his scrotum.

"Whoa there, pretty lady," he whispered, pulling her face gently back from his crotch. "Too much of that and the show will be over before it gets started." Bianca stood and pulled Rob's face down to her for another kiss.

"You're too tall for shower sex," she replied throatily. "Race you to the bed?"

Rob reached back and quickly shut off the water, then both pulled towels off the rack, engaging in playful grab-ass while they dried off. Bianca finished first and ran to Rob's bed, flopping down on her back. Rob was right behind her, but paused at the foot of the bed to take in the exotic beauty waiting for him. He knelt down on the edge of the bed and lowered his lips to her left knee, slowly kissing his way up her left thigh. Bianca felt her own passion rising; was the dripping sensation between her legs a spot missed by the towel or a product of Rob's breathy kisses?

When Rob's lips reached the top of her thigh, Bianca pulled her legs up and out, giving him full access to her pussy. Rob could see that nothing had changed and Bianca still kept her outer lips diligently shaved with a short but well-maintained bush above her clit. Rob's lips kissed gently across her vulva, sucking in lightly with each peck. He looped his left arm under Bianca's right leg, pulling her closer to his mouth, while his right arm slid under her left leg and reached up to her breast, so he could use his right index finger to play with her left nipple. After teasing her to the point that Bianca was ready to grab him by the ears and grind herself into his mouth, Rob blew a long heavy breath at her clit then sucked it into his mouth. The warm wetness of his lips caused Bianca to gasp and reach out with both hands to grab the bedsheets under her. Rob's tongue alternated between making small circles over her swelling clit then flicking up and down several times. It didn't take long before Bianca felt her own orgasm rise and, unlike Rob, had no interest in delaying it.

"Fuuuuuck," she groaned. "I need your cock. Get up here and put your dick in me. I'm going to cum."

Rob smiled, breaking the seal of his lips on Bianca's pussy.

"I want you to cum on my face," he mumbled in between licks. "I want you to cream my face, *then* I'll give you the dick."

Bianca pressed her back against Rob's pillow, her eyes rolling back in her head.

"You fucking prick!" she shouted. "You want me to come on your face? Here it is - you fucking fuck..." she trailed off as she grabbed Rob's head with both hands, the first waves of her orgasm crashing over her.

Rob pulled Bianca's hips closer to his face as she began writhing against his tongue. He could taste a slight change in her juices, as she moaned and squirted across his chin. After about ten seconds, he switched from flicking her clit to kissing her lips in order to avoid overstimulating her. As her orgasm subsided, Bianca slumped back on the bed breathing heavily.

"Now are you ready to fuck?" Rob teased, planting one more kiss directly on her clit.

"Uh huh," she sighed absently. As Rob raised himself and began climbing up to face her, Bianca put her hand on his chest. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Rob nodded and rolled off to the side, reaching out to open the top drawer of his nightstand and retrieve a foil wrapped condom.

"Gotta stay safe if you're out getting some 'tourist strange'," Bianca joked and blew him a kiss.

"And how about you? Are you out getting 'tourist strange' too?" he asked, tearing the foil and pulling the latex down over his cock.

"Baby, I could get all the 'tourist strange' I wanted, but their baby dicks don't compare to yours," she replied. "Don't you know - you've spoiled me for all other men."

Rob laughed. "You're only saying that because you haven't been fully fucked yet."

"Doesn't mean it isn't true," Bianca retorted. "Now enough foreplay - get your ass up here."

Rob climbed back on top of Bianca and the two sank into another deep kiss, sharing the taste of Bianca's squirting orgasm still fresh on Rob's lips. Holding himself up on his left arm, Rob dropped his head to Bianca's right breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth, while his right hand resumed playing with her left breast and rock hard nipple. Reaching down between her legs, Bianca grabbed hold of Rob's cock and began stroking it, but it was already at maximum rigidity. Unwilling to tease her any longer, Rob dropped his hips toward her until his dick slipped inside her silky folds. Her earlier arousal and orgasm had slicked her vaginal walls so that Rob's thick seven inches went straight to the bottom, stretching her pussy and filling her completely, their hips pressed tightly against each other.

"Oh fuuuuck yeah," Bianca moaned, grabbing a handful of hair at the back of Rob's head and pulling him up from her breast for a forceful kiss. Rob pulled his hips back until he almost exited her completely, then smoothly slammed his cock back home, pulling back again and establishing a regular slapping rhythm of forceful thrusting. Rob's lips dropped back down to Bianca's neck, kissing and licking their way down to her shoulder. Rather than kissing, Bianca lowered her teeth to Rob's shoulder, taking a playful bite as she grunted with each thrust. The lovers' tempo increased and Bianca reached down to play with her clit, accelerating toward her second orgasm of the evening. It hit like a freight train and her hands moved to Rob's hips, pulling him closer as her legs wrapped around his back. Rob ground his hips into hers, pressing down with his body weight to keep stimulation on her clit. Almost half a minute later, Bianca's arms and legs loosened their grip and Rob came back to her lips for another deep kiss.

"My turn," Bianca whispered, pushing Rob off to her left side. He let himself collapse back on the bed as she swung her leg over and mounted him, her knees on either side of his rib cage. She reached back with her left hand and guided his soaking cock back inside her. Bianca sat upright, giving Rob an amazing view of her shapely breasts, her arms hanging down at her sides. With a mischievous grin, Bianca began grinding her hips down on Rob, using the toned abdominal muscles developed through years of dance to stir his cock inside her, while her vaginal walls clamped down on him to maximize the tactile pleasure. After a few seconds, she lifted herself up an inch, stroking his cock with her tight pussy as she came up, then slowly slid back down on his pole, then up again, and back down. Their breathing hastened again as Rob groped Bianca's aching tits with each hand, feeling his own orgasm stirring inside. He dropped his hands down her sides until they cupped each buttock, then he lifted his hips to push up into her, increasing the length and force of each stroke. Bianca's eyes closed and she tilted her head back, signaling that another orgasm was on its way. But Rob had one more trick up his sleeve - he sat up in the bed, pulling Bianca's chest against his own. The sudden move caused Bianca to re-open her eyes and bring her arms up to drape over Rob's shoulders. Rolling back to his right, he flipped her under him, his cock never leaving her warmth. Bianca giggled at the reversal, but kept gyrating her hips against him, eagerly coaxing her third orgasm forward.

Rob pulled himself out and quickly sat back on his heels, inserted his hands under Bianca's hips to lift and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Just as quickly, he pressed himself forward, slipping between her legs and into her sopping pussy from behind. Bianca gasped as Rob's cock penetrated her again deeply in the new position. She lowered her head and chest to the bed, her tantalizing ass cheeks pointed up at Rob, and reached between her legs to tickle her clit. Rob took hold of either side of Bianca's hips and proceeded to piston himself inside her, drawing himself almost fully out of her before sliding back in, their tempo increasing with every thrust. The two had finally reached a fevered pitch when Bianca's orgasm crested, milking Rob's dick with each stroke. The combination of ecstatic physical pleasure and the sensual visual of Bianca's own orgasm finally sent Rob over the precipice and he shot load after load of cum into the swelling condom. Sweat poured off of both of their bodies as they gingerly separated, finally lying side by side on the bed. After several breaths of repose, Bianca turned onto her side facing Rob and ran a fingernail down his sternum.

"When the tourist girl heads back home, just remember that you can only get *that* here," she teased with a wink. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to take a shower. I have places to be."

Rob watched her slide off the bed, wiggling her gorgeous ass as she disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later, he heard the shower start and the curtain slide across on the rail. Was she right, he wondered. Was starting something with Jennifer just doomed to fail? What had compelled him to invite her for a drink? She was beautiful, smart, and funny, with a sweet sort of innocence but also a devilish sense of humor, the kind of girl he could definitely fall for given the right circumstances. But those circumstances didn't exist, so was he tempting fate, setting one or both of them up for heartbreak.

"Wait, I'm definitely overthinking this," Rob reassured himself. "It's just a drink, nothing more."

He lifted himself off the bed and headed toward the bathroom to join Bianca in the shower, promising himself that he would actually get cleaned up and out the door this time without further distractions. Probably.