Natalie Waterhouse took her window seat of the Canadair 700 bound for St. Marten's and stuffed her handbag under her it. If everything went according to plan, Natalie Waterhouse would be land in St. Martens in approximately five hours, travel to the opposite side of the island and take the water taxi to St. Bart's. She was staring out the window when to her surprise, Parker Jonathan, one of the senior partners in her law firm, took the seat beside her. She didn't know Parker particularly well, since she handled intellectual property law and Parker was in mergers and acquisitions.
"What a surprise," said Parker. "Weekending in St. Marten's?"
"St. Bart's," answered Natalie. "Vacationing alone, Parker?"
"Off to Orient Beach," proclaimed Jonathan. "I trust my secret's safe with you."
"Your wife doesn't know you're going to a nude beach?" laughed Natalie. Fastening her seatbelt, she uncrossed her legs revealing her womanhood to her senior partner. He turned in his seat to look at her, his eyes moving from the unbuttoned denim jacket to the clit clamp with the teardrop peridot stones dangling from it. She wasn't fazed by his voyeurism anymore than he was by her exhibitionism. Without thinking Parker reached for the stones, fingered them and investigated their chains.
"No wife," he whispered. "I tried that once, but she didn't share my interests."
"Which are what exactly?" asked Natalie as she pulled down her skirt.
"A little exhibitionism, a lot voyeurism," said Parker, "and mostly relaxation. It's been a hellish month."
Natalie had seen Parker working out in their law firm's private gym, so she already knew he had the body of a wide receiver, tall and sinewy. He was striking with dark brown hair and blue eyes that peered through her like those of a jeweler's examining a fine diamond. When she thought of that, she felt a minor orgasm shooting through her body.
"I have a villa that's close to the beach. If you really want to relax and pursue your other interests, why don't you come to St. Bart's with me?"
Parker was amazed at how freely she extended the invitation and said so, but Natalie laughed and said, "It's a seven bedroom house; I don't think we'll be in each other's way. Do you?"
At three thirty-five in the afternoon Parker and Natalie arrived in St. Marten's and hailed a taxi to take them directly to the ferry to St. Bart's. Ninety minutes later, they were inside the Waterhouse villa. When he stepped inside the house, he immediately noticed the spectacular view from every room. Looking out the great room window he could see the Atlantic and the private path leading down to the beach as well as the nude bodies lying on the sand.
Natalie immediately removed her jacket and unsnapped her skirt, letting them both fall to the floor. "Take off your clothes, Parker. You did come here to be naked, didn't you?" she teased. Standing in front of Parker, Natalie's only adornments were her earrings and clit clamp with the two peridot stones dangling from it. She looked like she just stepped off the page of Hustler Magazine. Her long blonde hair flowed in waves around her shoulders. She stood about five foot six, and he thought about how he hadn't appreciated her beauty before seeing her like this.
"Natalie Waterhouse, you are so fucking hot," said Parker as he pulled his cotton shirt over his head. "You could have been a fucking porn star." She laughed as she watched him pull down and step out of his Armani trousers.
Natalie gave Parker a tour of the inside of the villa and led him to the outside bar where she pulled a bottle of Moet & Chandon from the outdoor cooler. She pulled two crystal flutes out of the cabinet, set them down and asked Parker to open and pour the champagne.
They didn't talk a lot, but the electricity between them was intense. She wasn't sure if it was anticipation that excited him or the thought of fucking the boss's daughter, but she stepped into his space and ran her hands down his torso and across his abs, gently sliding down to one knee. Then she gently kissed his penis. He groaned as she licked down his shaft and sucked his head. Natalie tasted his pre-cum and licked around him like he was sweet tasting pain medicine, like she couldn't get enough. She felt his breathing change as she fondled his balls like marbles in both hands.
"Natalie," he said softly and pulled away from her. When she looked up at him, he leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, tasting himself. He pulled her to her feet and walked toward the yellow and white chaise where she lay down and spread her legs for him. "Ah fuck," he said. "That's beautiful."
He knelt down and put his face in her neatly waxed pussy, unclipped the clamp and placed it on the table, and then he took her clit into his mouth and sucked her like he'd wanted her for years. He pushed his tongue into her vagina and fucked her with it. Using his left hand he massaged her clit, and with his right hand he rimmed her ass and gently pushed his fingers inside of it. Moving his fingers into her vagina, he raised his head to watch her breasts rise and fall.
"Natalie," he whispered as she gracefully climbed on top and lowered herself onto him. He was amazed at her athleticism as they fucked together. It was one of the few times he'd been with a woman where he didn't have to do all the work. She moved over him like she was a dancer, moving in a figure eight around his cock, as he moved with her. When he pulled out to change positions, she squirted her vaginal juices into his legs, where he ran hand through the wetness, tasting the essence of salty lime mixed with sugar.
"Stand up," he said softly, and he turned her into a table. "Okay, now lean over." He knelt down and licked her ass, sucking it into a wet submissive state. When he thrust his cock into her ass and fucked her, she was tighter than he thought she would be, but he liked that it wasn't off limits.
Natalie masturbated while he fucked her in the ass, and suddenly she let go another geyser, this one of her own making. He pulled out of her ass and moved into her vagina, pulling on her nipples and fucking her harder than she had ever been fucked. She broke out in a cold sweat as he ejaculated inside of her, and she trembled in the wake of her own orgasm. He held her in his arms until her breathing returned to normal.
Saturday was just as Natalie had promised, total peace and relaxation. They drove the McLaren into Gustavia for breakfast of Flamenco eggs for him and bananas foster for her. The casual laid back style of the islands was a far cry from the hustle of the city. Parker wore shorts and sandals, and Natalie wore an unbuttoned white cropped blouse with an island sarong, serving Parker's voyeurism quite successfully.
They walked through a boutique and Parker laughed out loud when she pulled off her sarong to try on another one. She didn't care that she was naked in public or that people shook their heads at her. Parker was captivated by Natalie and started to think he'd finally met someone he could be with in real life.
When they got back to the villa, they doffed their clothes and spent most of the day relaxing by the pool, rubbing sun block on each other and drinking Natalie's father's expensive champagne. "I love the sound of the sea and lying here by the pool," said Natalie. "The pressures of life seem so remote and even unnecessary."
"Why don't you live here?" asked Parker.
