No more story telling! I promise. Things now get hot and heavy. Foreplay is over! I hope you enjoy it!
Gray
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On her last day in Fiji Christelle decided to have a pig out breakfast of pancakes with wild berries and cream. Greg joined in with a monster plate of eggs and bacon. By ten o'clock they were lying on sun lounges by the pool planning to spend the day sun baking and swimming.
They enjoyed a beautiful lazy day of long naps which were intermittently interrupted by cocktails, a lunch of fresh fruit, long naps and cool dips where she held onto Greg, her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist, eliciting a firm erection from Greg's dick. She laughed as he stood in the water after she had emerged from the water, waiting for is embarrassing condition to subside.
On the day they had shared at the Regent they spotted a swish looking restaurant and decided this would be the perfect place to share their last night in Fiji together. So at five o'clock she told Greg she was going to be ready to meet him at seven.
"You need two hours to get ready?" he queried.
"You want me to look my best?"
"Of course!" he laughed. "Okay. I'll see you at seven."
Christelle hurried off to her bure and Greg spent the next hour splashing in the pool before he too went to his room to freshen up.
He arrived at the foyer at two minutes to seven wearing khaki shorts and floral shirt. Five minutes later Christelle arrived looking gorgeous in a white button up tank top with a deep neckline framing her delightful cleavage and a matching figure hugging thigh length skirt, red sparkly sky high heels and matching clutch bag.
"You look amazing." sighed Greg.
"See it was worth the wait," she quipped as she leant over to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek, causing Greg's face to flush red.
Their taxi soon arrived and Greg opened the door for Christelle, closing it behind her, before walking around the other side and getting in. She sat up close to him which he liked very much and they set off to bounce the fifteen minute journey to the Regent Resort. Once they arrived they made for the cocktail bar at the front of the Sea Vista Restaurant and sat up on the high stools that fronted the bar. The barman who greeted them with a smile was wearing a traditional Sulu.
"What would you like?" asked Greg as Christelle hunted through the cocktail list.
"Ummm.....I think I'm....going.. to have..a .................Porn Star Martini........please!"
"You're going to have a Porn Star," Greg laughed. "No......That didn't come out right, did it?"
"I've always wanted a porn star," she replied with a mischievous grin. "Haven't you?"
"It would be interesting! I'm going to have 'Slow Screw Up Against A Wall'. " Greg announced as he struggled to subdue a fit of laughter.
"Sounds good!" she said looking him directly in the eyes. Greg didn't know how to take this as she flashed him a cheeky grin.
The drinks arrived and Greg felt great as he enjoyed the company of this beautiful woman. They chatted happily as they dissected the last few days and Greg teased Christelle about being a "World Champion Shopper".
"And your problem is?" she retorted. "That's what us girls do!"
As they neared the end of their drinks, the restaurant Maitre De came and asked if they would like to be shown to their table. Swallowing the last mouthful of their drinks they followed the dinner suited man into the dining room and he seated them at table for two in a quiet part of the restaurant.
"Does he think we're honeymooners?" asked Christelle.
"Probably." replied Greg, as they laughed together.
The sommelier came and gave Greg the wine list and he was soon followed by their waiter with their menu.
"Let's live it up tonight. French champagne to start with?"
"Fantastic!" she replied.
They both felt like royalty sipping their champagne as they perused the menu. When the waiter returned to take their order, it was Oysters Natural and Lobster Thermidor for her and Oysters Kilpatrick and the Deluxe Seafood Platter for him. Greg ordered his favourite Australian Chardonnay and they settled in for a beautiful night.
Christelle ate her lobster clean and Greg manfully finished his enormous seafood platter of prawns, clams, scallops, fish, lobster and crab, complimented by an enormous bowl of fries which Christelle shared.
"That was great!" commented Greg as the waiter cleared their plates.
"Yes. Beautiful," agreed Christelle.
They sat enjoying the last of their wine when the waiter returned to ask if they would like dessert.
"Of course," quipped Christelle. "It's not a meal without dessert!"
They both took menus and ordered liqueurs. Cognac for her and Grand Marnier for him. When they arrived they ordered chocolate souffle and coffee.
"You know I can't thank you enough for the way you've taken care of me. You are the perfect gentleman."
"It's been a pleasure." he answered, which was the truth, but he hated being called being a gentleman.
"Nobody's gotten laid being a gentleman," he thought to himself, but it had been a pleasure and he was prepared for it be this way.
The souffle was magnificent and they ordered another round of liqueurs to go with their coffee. There wasn't much conversation, both enjoying the moment and each other. Too soon the bill came and Greg dropped his Amex on top.
"You're not to pay for all of this," she chided
"Don't worry. It's fine."
"No. I insist," she said as she pull some notes from her purse and dropped $300 US on the plate.
"Fifty fifty. Okay?"
"Fifty fifty."
Once they received their receipt, Greg stood and pulled out Christelle's chair for her and then arm in arm they walked to the foyer where the taxi the Maitre De had ordered was waiting. Again Greg opened the door for Christelle before getting in the other side. She pressed into his shoulder and he put his arm around her. As they made their way through the gates and onto the road she leaned up and kissed him gently on the lips. This caught Greg by surprise but he instinctively kissed her back, his heart skipping as the desire that he had been repressing, soared within him.
Feeling his response, she kissed him back hard her tongue urgently seeking entry to his mouth. Sensing her intention he allowed his lips to part and their tongues were quickly entwined in a dance of desire. He savoured the delicate texture of her tongue, feeling the urgency in her movement.
"I want you," she whispered huskily in his ear as she moved his free hand to her left breast. Greg was stunned for a moment, his natural gentlemanly response finally giving way to a passionate lover.
"I want you too!" he groaned as marvelled at the feel of the beautiful orb in his hand.
"Touch me!" she demanded as she smacked her lips against his. Greg had never encountered such passion in any of his previous liaisons. Christelle was like a caged tiger.
He worked to undo the buttons of her top so he could slide his hand inside and under her bra.
"Yes! Yes!" she cried.
He caressed the beautiful shape of her tit before squeezing and stretching her nipple.
"That's it," she encouraged before sliding her tongue around the edge of his ear, tracing the ridges and grooves inside it.
"I'm so hot for you," she moaned as she slid her hand inside his shirt, caressing his chest.
Suddenly their passion was interrupted by the cab coming to a stop.
The driver turned to face them as they hurriedly separated from their embrace.
"Twenty US," he demanded as Christelle quickly readjusted her clothing and Greg searched for his wallet in his trousers. He pulled out three the ten dollar bills from his wallet and gave them to the driver. Christelle was already out of the taxi and came up to Greg as he alighted and put her arm around his waist. He reciprocated then leant down to kiss her firmly on the lips. They stood their for a moment deeply immersed in the passion of the moment.
"Will you come back to my room?" she asked hopefully.
"Try and stop me," he replied as he squeezed her tightly.
They slowly walked the two hundred metres to her room, stopping intermittently to enjoy a lustful kiss. At the door she freed herself from his grasp and hunted through her clutch bag for her keys. Greg not wanting to be physically disconnected from her reached over and grasped her breast.
"Greg! Do you have to? I'm trying to find my keys!"
"Yes. I think so," he replied, his hand still firmly attached too her luscious breast. Triumphantly she held up the key and opened door. She grabbed his hand and removed it from her breast and led him inside.
Greg was surprised by how messy the room as there were clothes scattered on the floor and the bed. Christelle seemed to have an aversion for wardrobes. She dropped her bag on a chair that sat in the corner before walking over to Greg and putting her arms around his neck and kissing him fervently.
They both burned with desire. He clawed at her clothes, fairly ripping her top from her body , pulling her bra down to reveal the bodacious breasts he had admired at the beach. He freed himself from her her embrace and bent down to kiss her breasts.
At first he covered them with light pecks, marvelling a their beauty, shape and size. He targeted in on her nipples, licking them with firm circular motion which morphed into sucking the whole nipple
"Fuck yes!" she exclaimed as her skirt dropped to the floor, revealing a diaphanous white G-string.
She in turn clambered at his shirt, popping a number of buttons as she yanked it free of his body. She caressed his firm chest before lavishing it with licks and kisses whilst she wrestled with his belt and fly. She soon succeeded in finding what she was searching for, when she freed his firm cock from his underpants. His trousers fell to the floor and she masterfully stroked the full length of his dick as she continued with attention to his pecks and nipples.
"Nice erection!" she stated admiringly. "I think I'm going to enjoy this."
Overwhelmed by her skilful attention Greg could barley squeak a word.
"Thanks," was his strangled reply.
She began to slide her tongue down the length of his torso, now gripping and un-gripping his thick rod.
"Holy fuck!" he cried.
"You like?" she grinned.
"I like."
"Then I think you'll like this."
She slid her lips over the tip of his cock causing Greg to grasp.
Deftly she sucked it before sliding her tongue around its ridges.
"My God Christelle!"
This seemed to encourage her to increase her pleasuring, wrapping her lips around his rod, inching down its length like a caterpillar. She bobbed her head in small delicate movements , drawing up its full length then diving all the way again.
"Shit Christelle!"
She then worked the dick up and down in a steady motion, Greg drawing a deep breath with each motion.
"Yes Christelle! Yes!" he called."You keep doing that and I'm going to come!"
With that admission she allowed the hard pole to slip from her mouth and stood in front of Greg his dick still in hand.
"We wouldn't want they to happen just yet!" she mocked.
