I'm standing nervously within a group of strangers when you see me for the first time. I stand out because of my clear white skin. You assume that I haven't been on the island long enough to get a tan. I'm wearing a red Speedo two piece and fumbling with some strange snorkeling equipment. You realize that this is a tour group going out to snorkel and you think, "What the heck, it's a beautiful day to go snorkeling."
I'm standing there worrying incessantly about stupid things like, "Am I going to get eaten by a shark? Can a barracuda eat a chubby girl? An eel? I hope this sunscreen is really waterproof."
"Hello." you interrupt my nervous mental meandering.
"Oh...er... hello." I squeak out, looking up into your strong face.
"I hope you're not as nervous as you look."
"More!" I admit with a rueful smile. "I'm terrified of the water but... everyone says ya just gotta try snorkeling"
"Why?" you ask surprised.
"Well, I don't know... because it's beautiful, I guess."
"It is!" you agree. "But the beach is beautiful, the volcano hike is beautiful, the view from my private little cottage is beautiful. You certainly don't have to brave sharks.."
"SHARKS!" I echo loudly, making everyone in hearing distance mutter darkly and scan the shallows. You reassure everyone that we haven't seen any fins or anything.
You laugh, "Nervous about sharks, are you?"
"Yes," I answer, "I'm afraid they'll take one look at my ass and think LUNCH!" I grin at you, blue eyes sparkling with amusement.
You try to swallow a grin. "Well you can hardly blame them." I cock an eyebrow at you. "It is almost noon. See?" You innocently show me your watch where, sure enough the big hand and little hand are almost at noon. I chuckle deep in my throat and give you a blinding smile.
"Well, I AM a little peckish myself." I admit.
"Then instead of scaring yourself silly snorkeling, why don't we heap up two plates at the buffet table and we can enjoy the beautiful view from my porch." You give me your most innocent I'm-honestly-not-trying-to-seduce-you-just-being-nice smile. I don't buy it for a second and am almost shocked at myself for turning in my snorkeling stuff. It's just lunch, I think to myself.
We load up our plates while we introduce ourselves and where we are from. Mine is full of fruits and vegetables and rice. With just one small dessert on the side. I notice that you take no dessert but lots of meat and a bit of rice and no vegetables. Typical, I think and then, smile to myself, realizing that I'm eating as "typically" female as you are male. You hale a man in a golf cart for a ride to your place.
"I don't know about you," You whisper to me, "but I would have dropped half of my plate in the sand before we got to my place." I notice that you are sitting very close to me, your leg resting against mine nonchalantly as if not meaning to, just happening to. It feels so solid and strong and warm. I think that I should probably move mine so you don't get the wrong idea but I don't. You lean close and I can smell you suddenly. You smell of suntan oil, and wind, and sun... and man. A sudden image of you driving your cock into me flashes through my mind. I can't stop myself from squirming a little in my seat and there is more moisture in my swimming suit than is strictly proper. You steal a piece of melon off my plate and pop it into your mouth.
"HEY!" I say automatically.
"What?" You answer, all innocence. "Don't you share?"
"Of course, I do. Don't you ask first?"
"Sorry!" You take my free hand in yours and look deeply with the utmost seriousness into my eyes, "Tracy, may I eat your fruit?" Another lewd picture flashes through my mind and I blush furiously. The driver saves me the need to reply as he pulls up in front of your cottage. "We are here" He says in an Island accent. You tip the man and give me a hand out of the cart.
"Oh, this is beautiful!" I say breathlessly. "Are you staying alone?"
"No, I share this with 2 other guys. It's a fishing holiday for us but they are doing the volcano hike today, so no one will disturb us all afternoon." I stop and look at you suspiciously and you look like you want to slap yourself in the head. I suddenly throw back my head and laugh, "Oops." I say to you as I take a seat on the bamboo love seat on the porch.
"Oops." you agree with a smile. This time you do slap yourself on the head mockingly. We eat our cooling lunch and make small talk. Your thigh somehow ends up pressed against mine again. When we finish, I ask for a drink and you invite me inside. You give me a quick impromptu tour that ends in the kitchen. "What can I get you?" You ask.
"Pineapple juice?" You pour me a glass and I rake my eyes along your physique for the thousandths time. I realize that I really hope that your two friends get lost on that damn volcano and don't come back for a week! I quickly feel guilty and silently tell God that I don't want them to come to any harm but can't they get captured by beautiful Island girls for a week or so?
You hand me my juice and I obediently take a sip and smile and thank-you and do all the appropriate things while my mind wonders how I can get things started. I'm not usually the aggressor.
"May I kiss you?" I ask in a very polite manner.
"Pardon me?" you ask a little incredulously and then you spread your arms wide and lean against the counter casually, "Be my guest."
I put my drink down and try to squash down the butterflies in my belly and lean up to put a small, soft, almost maidenly kiss on your lips and begin to pull away. Quick as a cat, you put your hand in the small of my back and cut off any thoughts of retreat. You recapture my lips in a sensual kiss and pull me in against you. My heart is hammering in my chest but already there is a warm pulse deep in my belly. I open my mouth and you gently explore it with your tongue. You glide one hand up my side and cup my breast. Your other hand slides down and squeezes an ass cheek. You release my mouth and cover my face with little kisses, my arms slide up your chest and around your neck.
"You never did answer my question?" You whisper huskily into my ear, nipping at my lobes.
"What question?" I bite your throat and softly scratch my nails along your broad shoulders.
"Are you going to share your fruit with me?" Your finger and thumb begin to play with a nipple through the material of my bathing suit. I answer you by reaching up and unzipping the front of my bathing top. You brush it off my shoulder and cup a soft white and pink breast in each hand. I can see your breathing getting faster and you lower your head to lick and suck on the cherry pink nipples. I make soft little moans in my throat and my nipples grow hard in your mouth. I slip my hands down your strong back and into the back of your swimming trunks, I roughly grab each of your cheeks and grind our hips obscenely together. I'm rewarded with a rough gasp from your throat. I begin to push your trunks down your hips as far as I can. You let go of my breasts so I can finish removing your trunks. I stop suddenly when your cock springs free.