Fantasy and reality are lines that can easily become blurred when the right mix of elements are combined. When chemistry and passion mix with pure unadulterated lust, add sensuality with a touch of sweltering Jamaican heat, top off with downright uninhibited fun and the results are downright explosive. Such was the case when Lisette and Phillip got together for a much-needed vacation to Jamaica that would leave them scorched by the flames of hedonism.
Leaving the damp and rainy weather of Seattle behind, Lisette and Phillip headed off to the sunny shores of Kingston to revel in decadence and pleasure. It was the first time to visit the Caribbean for both of them and Phillip could barely wait to get to the hotel to get the fun started. Lisette was intent on igniting passions even before they left the runway. As they slid into the seats she leaned over to Phillip and whispered, "Honey, I'm so absent minded today. I think I forgot to put on my thong."
Phillip tried to remain as calm as possible but he was visibly moved by her naughty revelation. He glanced down at her smooth, butterscotch colored legs and ran his eyes up to the bottom of her floral-print silk sarong. Lisette, feeling particularly bold and empowered, shifted in her seat and spread her legs ever so slightly. She raised the hem of her skirt a little more to expose more of her sexy thighs as Phillip glanced around to get an idea of who was around and get his bearings. No one was directly across from them, thank goodness, but across the aisle and one seat in front of them was a guy who was already harassing the stewardess about a pillow and had three empty little bottles of JD rolling around at his feet.
Phillip, always one to be in control of his environment, was at a loss. He hadn't expected such a bold move by Lisette so soon in the game so he conceded to her that she had the next move. He was going to enjoy the ride, literally and figuratively, and with any luck, it would be an extremely bumpy one.
Lisette leaned closer again; this time whispering in his ear of how wet her pussy was, of how she couldn't wait to have his big hard dick pounding in and out of her pussy. Phillip was feeling light headed and they hadn't even begun to taxi on the runway. If she wanted to play, he was going to make her work for it. He leaned in closer and slid his hands up the silky smooth skin of her inner thighs. Lisette held his gaze firmly as she spread her legs just a bit more. As his fingers explored her legs, as he began caressing her silky folds, he discovered that Lisette had recently gotten a bikini wax. Electricity shot through his body as his fingers felt the baby smooth skin and the slippery juices of her wetness.
"Okay, enough of that sweetie, let's wait until we land." Lisette was being playfully coy and flirtatious but Phillip had other plans in mind. He gently pushed her legs apart more and began softly circling her clit with his index finger. Lisette hadn't planned on things getting so public so soon, her plans were to pace themselves, and let the tension build. Phillip had other plans in mind.
In a smooth, commanding tone, he whispered, "Spread your legs for me."
Lisette felt powerless to do anything but comply. She began nervously looking around, to see who could see their goings on. She tried to push his hand away but the way he was touching her was causing her mind to be clouded. Her pussy lips felt so good and the wetter she became the more her inhibitions were washed away. She regretted her rather flimsy plan almost immediately, being willing to concede that Phillip was far more gregarious in his behaviors than she had ever been. He was the quintessential man's man, friend to all, adored by the masses. His personality lit up a room wherever he went and he certainly had the confidence and charm to schmooze with the best of them. Of course it was nothing for him to think that he could get away with the most obvious of public displays with little or no repercussions.
The stewardess was making her way down the aisle with lunch and Phillip's fingers got more adventurous. He pushed Lisette's legs open wider and searched for her sweet spot. Lisette, practically panicked by the thought of being discovered, was doing her best to dissuade Phillip's antics as quietly as possible. She began making negotiations, bargaining, whispering whatever she could to get him to stop what she was sure was going to cause a very public and embarrassing scene.
Phillip would not be denied. He spread the lips of her sweet pussy and began his digital assault on her aroused clit. Lisette squirmed and waged a battle in her own mind about her conflicting emotions. On one hand, she loved how her man was making her feel, on the other, she was too conservative, too scared to be discovered. Her body was winning the war as her pussy was leaking and her juices were actually running down her ass. Phillip stepped up the pace and inserted a finger in her pussy and Lisette actually had to bite her lip to keep from moaning out load. He leaned in close, brushed his soft, sexy lips against the nape of her neck and whispered, "Don't fight it, cum for Daddy."
Lisette closed her eyes. She was about to take a trip, literally and figuratively to a place she had never been before. The stewardess was only one seat away, helping the tipsy gentleman with that damned pillow he had been screaming about when she turned to Phillip and Lisette. She froze momentarily. Phillip, ever in control of things, gave the stewardess a seductive look that said, "Don't say a word, just acknowledge and enjoy," and she did a quick double take and calmly asked if there was anything she could do to make her passenger's trip more enjoyable. Phillip shoved another finger in Lisette at that very moment and she was helpless to do anything but surrender to the exquisite sensations he was giving her body. Phillip never took his eyes off the stewardess as he continued to finger fuck Lisette's hot pussy. Beneath the rumpled folds of her skirt, he was thrusting his hand between her legs and Lisette shut her eyes tight to shut out the world.
Phillip was truly beside himself as he held the two women captivated and frozen with his aura. The woman seated beside him was fighting an orgasm in a very public place and the woman standing inches from him in the aisle of the plane was obviously very aroused by the scene before her and the command Phillip had over his environment. The stewardess' breathing was becoming labored as she held her eyes fixed to the spot between Lisette's legs. It was all Lisette could do not to scream right then and there. She was grinding on Phillip's fingers, trying to get them deeper, trying to get them to hit her magic spot, trying to be quiet. Phillip grabbed Lisette's hand and placed it on his dick, which could was clearly outlined through his pants. She started stroking it, afraid to open her eyes, hypnotized by the sensations she was feeling, her body aching for release. She could feel the warming sensations traveling her body. He could feel her muscles tense up as she was climbing towards her peak. The stewardess was in a daze, hypnotized it seems by Phillip's presence. Lisette could hear herself saying, "Oh shit . . . Oh shit," over and over again, but she wasn't in any sort of position to stop, she was feeling too much pleasure.
Without notice, Phillip stopped; he pulled his fingers out of her pussy abruptly and left both Lisette and the stewardess breathless. The entire scene probably only lasted a few seconds but it seemed like an eternity; like there had been a glitch in time and space that made seconds seem like hours. He began casually chatting with the stewardess about the options for lunch as Lisette was trying to regain control. He held his fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply; even taking the opportunity to lick away some of the sweet juices there as he repositioned his dick and went about his business. Lisette was still aroused and tingling with sensations. She pushed her seat back and gave herself over to the feeling that it was going to be a memorable trip.
Jamaica was everything that they had hoped it would be. It was a glorious Spring day, clear, sunny, and HOT, the perfect climate for steamy and passionate play. Lisette reveled in the sensuous nature of the hotel lobby as Phillip checked in. The Shore Club was the hottest, most exclusive hotel in on the beach and only the high rollers played there. Phillip, ever the worldly statesman, had the Penthouse suite reserved for their vacation. It was a 6,000 square foot, triplex suite with a private elevator accessing all three floors, two spiral staircases and a private terrace, a rooftop pool, a steam room, sauna, an outdoor shower and a 360-degree panoramic view of the city and the ocean. He'd called in a few favors and been the recipient of some special gifts that had been able to garner them accommodations that would make Paris Hilton's suite seem like the quarters for the pool boy. Anything and everything that they wanted was to be theirs, all they had to do was merely think it, and it was theirs to be had. Well, a thought and a call to Martin, the hotel concierge, who could make anything happen.
Decadence was the theme of the day as they luxuriated in The Spa. Lisette opted for the Multi Media Massage and Phillip decided to go for the more adventuresome Wild Zesty Scalp and Body treatment. Dinner at Ago was nothing less than superb and they were settling into the vibrations of the city as they dined on traditional ethnic creations and sipped Grey Goose Dirty Martini's as they hours slipped by. Their first night there was to be punctuated with more play than relaxation as they headed back to the suite to change. Lisette was breathtaking in her sexy stilettos and red dress that hugged all her sexy curves in the right places. Phillip was ever the dashing figure, his 6'2" frame caring a cinnamon colored light weight sweater and black pants off like he had stepped off the runways of Milan.
